Sorcerer Lord: I can create daemons

Chapter 34 Designing Jennifer

After repatriating Amon, Isaac walked through the forest path and came to a village. His brows were slightly frowned. There was no one there, but there were many traces of life, and it didn't look like a village that had been abandoned for a long time.

"Squeak~"

Isaac heard the reputation and saw a closed wooden door. Between the gaps in the door, he could still see a pair of black jewel-like eyes looking at him in fear.

Obviously, it's not that there is no one in the village, but that they dare not see him.

This made Isaac a little happy. This may be a bigger story, unlike the first two, which are just simple battle stories.

However, how to understand the situation here is a problem, not all stories can be passed by fighting recklessly.

Isaac was like a plague god on the winding path of the village. Wherever he passed, the doors were closed tightly, as if he was some plague god.

The village is almost halfway through, and this is still the case. He has to change his method. He is running out of time, and he must get some information before going back.

Theoretically speaking, there is no limit to the time a wizard can stay in Fantasyland, but after all, his body is still outside, and he needs to eat and drink, so he has to go out to solve his physical problems.

Therefore, after finding that there was no way to go through the normal way, Isaac decided to look for some dirty and messy corners of the village. Since normal people would not communicate with him, it was better to find abnormal ones.

Sure enough, not long after, Isaac saw a tattered beggar exuding a strange smell beside a garbage dump. Isaac touched his body, took out an unknown fruit from his pocket and handed it to him/her.

The face is too smeared, and the gender cannot be seen clearly.

"This... Your Excellency, can I ask you something?" Isaac squatted down in front of him/her, suppressing the discomfort.

"Hehe~hehe~ everyone is going to die, everyone here is going to die! Hehe~hehe~" The beggar took the fruit, said some inexplicable words in his mouth, with a silly expression, and some saliva flowed from his mouth, leaving a "clean" path on his black face.

Isaac frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Why do everyone here have to die?"

"Why? Haha~ why? Because they offended God! They offended God! Everyone must die! Haha~ hehe~"

"What did they do?"

"Hehe~ They offended God! Hahaha~ They offended God! Offended that god of shit! Let's die together hahaha~ Let's die together~" After the crazy words, the beggar curled up in the corner of the garbage dump, repeating what he just said.

Isaac sighed, this information is not enough to judge, if we can find the real story, it will be much less difficult.

After listening to the garbage dump for a while without giving up, Isaac got up and walked in other directions after receiving no new information, looking for other clues.

It's a pity that there is only such a beggar in this village, and other people are still unwilling to communicate with him. Even if he takes a step closer, the people in the room can scream in despair, making it impossible to communicate with him at all.

But it was not without any gains. From some remaining sacrificial traces in the village, he learned the identity of the "Master God". This so-called god should be a wild boar. It is not known whether it is a monster or a natural spirit.

And judging from the villagers' rejection of him, there are two possibilities, one is his identity as an outsider, and the other is his wizard's attire.

He personally prefers the second possibility, because this is a fantasy continent, most of the events here are derivatives of real-world stories, and in various stories, the roles played by wizards are usually not good things.

It's a pity that these two pieces of information are useless, there are too many similar stories!
Sighing, Isaac left the fantasy land with a thought, and returned to the real world. The time is almost up.

In the magic research room, Isaac, who was sitting on a chair, slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he did was to open the panel to check the source power. After seeing that it had not increased, he sighed in disappointment. Sure enough, this thing should have been absorbed from somewhere when it broke through, not because it entered or exited the fantasy continent.

However, Isaac was not too disappointed. It was just a guess, and there was no loss if it couldn't be done.

"Amon, inform Saul and Feli to go to the conference hall, I have something to say." Isaac instructed Amon while walking to the newly built bathroom to meet his physical needs.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After washing up, Isaac walked to the meeting room, and what he wanted to discuss was how to deal with Jenny.

First of all, it is definitely not good to do it directly. Let alone that they may not have that strength now, even if they do, it is not easy to do it. After all, they are Iris's subordinates.

In this regard, Isaac has an immature plan. Since that guy has placed an eyeliner in Blackstone Fort, it means that she may make another move in the future, so as long as Isaac shows a little intention of fighting for hegemony, he believes that Jenny will definitely make a move without hesitation.

But this is exactly what Iris can't bear, so the problem is very simple, to lure Jenny to continue to do some small movements, and let Iris do it herself.

Of course, he can also write a letter to tell Iris directly, but unless there is really no other way, it is better not to do this kind of thing.

Soon, Isaac came to the meeting room. At this time, Sol and Feli had arrived. Feli was wearing a pure white princess dress, and she put on a rare make-up. The corners of her eyes were painted with light eyeshadow, which twinkled like stars, and her silver hair hung behind her.

Sol was still in the Wannian tuxedo, standing straight behind Fei Li.

Amon floated behind Isaac's chair and pulled the chair away for him.

"There are two main things this time. First, step up preparations for the battle. After the results of this battle are almost digested, you can officially use the Pioneering Crystal." Isaac didn't like nonsense, so he sat down and said straightforwardly. After finishing speaking, he paused and looked at Amon who walked aside.

Hearing this, Amon's body froze, and he glanced at Feili calmly, and the most important question suddenly appeared, the demon god is here, where to sleep?
"Your Majesty, is it more appropriate for Lord Harmon to arrange this matter?" Amon asked cautiously.

"Harmon wants to go to Fantasyland with me, and you have a higher degree of freedom than him, you can do what you want, and I'll talk to the Demon God when the time comes." Isaac waved his hand casually.

Amon: "..."

It's over, I can't escape.

Isaac didn't linger too much on this matter, but looked directly at Sol and asked, "Sol, is the training method of the warrior profession precious? For my elder brother Iris."

Sol was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, Lord Isaac, are you going to do something stupid?

(End of this chapter)