It doesn't matter what the lord is.

If you don't kill others, others will kill you.

Skadi said to Lid:

"I admit that I was angry when I heard the news, but even so I don't think your approach is correct. Just as you don't want humans to become simple beasts like dragons, I don't want magic to become a tool for killing..."

Lid yawned, tapped the table lightly, and said to Skadi:

"Stop, I'm not here to preach to you. I just want to ask you one question. So many innocent people died. Don't you have any thoughts of revenge for them?"

Skadi looked at the ripples of the coffee and said calmly: "It is impossible to say that there is none."

Lid nodded:

"it is good."

He began to unbutton his shirt.

Skadi's hands didn't even tremble as she held the coffee. She had no desire for these worldly things, nor did she feel uneasy or shy. As long as she didn't feel too much malice from the other person, she would look at any exhibitionist with a calm gaze.

Reed took off his shirt, revealing the marks on his body.

He said to Skadi:

"There is a ferocious beast in my body." Skadi asked expressionlessly: "Is this some kind of dirty joke?"

Reed replied speechlessly:

"No. You've heard of the name Caizai, right? She's in my body right now. She lives with me through these imprints that are similar to living organs. She absorbs my magic power and maintains her own existence. But as you can see, I'm only a ninth-level perfect magician... Oh, sorry, I just said tenth level."

Skadi put down the coffee, stood up, walked to Reed's side, and reached out to gently stroke the mark on Reed's body.

Lid covered his waist with one hand and continued:

"But my tenth level is still not enough. That thing is simply an unsatisfied beast. No matter how much I feed her, she is never satisfied. It has caused me backache recently, so I want to expand this mark and let every magician in Yunyang contribute a little magic power. Don't worry, it won't be too much, and they can quit at any time."

Lid looked at Skadi, smiled, and said:

"Of course, if you, a magician of the tenth level, are willing to join me in paying public taxes, I will definitely welcome you."

5. Magic Storage

Reed had his own reasons for choosing Skadi.

Just like Qingyun, Garberd and Mr. Tingchao all have their own sword skills, in fact, magicians also have their own magic direction. It's not that they only know this kind of magic, but the vast magic, starry sky and sea, if you don't find a direction you are good at, it's easy to get lost.

Merlin was good at illusion magic. He showed his true strength for the first time when he went north. He could even deceive the sky at the cost of his life. Skadi was a legitimate workshop magician. He was good at various magic mechanisms and some large-scale group attack magic.

Both of these things consume a lot of magic power. Since she was able to break through to become a tenth-level magician, Lid had reason to believe that the magic power reserves in her body were much greater than his and Merlin's, and the magic power recovery speed must be faster.

The most embarrassing thing about the little ghost now is that she has completely drained Lid, and even every time Lid recovers a little magic, she will greedily take it. But the magic that she has accumulated with so much effort can only be used once or twice in a war, just like the slow-growing special kill energy bar in the RPC game. Lid has reached the tenth level, and the little ghost's situation is much better than before, but when she was a complete body of Sangzai, her realm cultivation level was at least the fourteenth level, and Lid's magic was still not enough for her.

So Reed started to set his sights on Skadi.

Now the little ghost is like a hungry child, and Skadi's body is also suitable for raising her.

But the little ghost herself didn't seem to think so. She held up a sign and poked her head out from behind Lid, saying lazily: "But then again, the disaster happened too long ago. Now I'm just a little ghost, a harmless little ghost.

~It doesn't matter if I don't become stronger,

Even a useless ghost like me who stays at home every day can definitely find his own way to survive. [(:3[—]

Lid pressed her head and stuffed her back into his body, and said:

"You just want to stay at home, right? I want to, too, but if we don't work hard, we'll both starve to death." Lid turned to Skadi and said seriously:

"In short, I sincerely invite everyone to contribute their unused computing power and magic power and integrate them together. I know you don't like to use your power on the front battlefield, but using this method can be regarded as making your own contribution to the counterattack of mankind. After that, I should continue to fight with the dragon clan. If Tang Zai's power can be restored, it will be beneficial to me."

Reed finished speaking in one breath and realized that Skadi wasn't even looking at him and was still stroking the mark on his body.

This woman was only interested in research. After two hours, she read through the curse mark engraved on Lid's body. The first sentence was:

"Are you interested in learning magic from me? If you can put aside worldly concerns and devote yourself to the study of magic, I think you will be the most incredible magic genius in history."

Lid was speechless:

"No, why are you lobbying me?" Skadi was still immersed in her own world:

"It's amazing. It's based on the improvement of the living organ, allowing the two parties to establish a mysterious contractual relationship. Parasitism? No, it's like it forms a new organ in your body. Even in the history of alchemy, it is unprecedented. The whole process was completed in one go, and you can still see some traces of changes in the middle. It looks like it was conceived and carved in a few hours. It's hard to believe that such a complex and ancient magic can be transformed in a few hours unless you see it with your own eyes."

Skadi pointed at a few marks on Reed's body and said:

"This transformation is completely disorganized, which shows that your professional research on magic is far from enough. It is just like a roughly stitched monster in alchemy, but it can run smoothly without any errors. There is room for optimization in many places, but it seems that there is not much need for optimization..."

Skadi continued to speak, and Lid had to grab her wrist to pull her back to her thoughts: "Okay, I don't have any thoughts about studying magic with you, so let's talk business."

Skadi reluctantly let go of her hand and said with regret:

"Nothing is permanent. This moment will eventually become history, and history is written by the victors. No matter what kind of struggle you have gone through, no matter how brave the human race is at this moment, these glories will eventually become the dust of history. The truth is dim, the heroes are unknown, the new dynasty indulges in false decadence, and then repeats the tragedy of history. Only knowledge is eternal. You could have created a new eternity. This is the regret of the magic world."

Lid shook his head:

"There is nothing to regret. For me, if a person is gone, what is the use of knowledge? I am tired of those grand things, and I don't want to lock myself in a small room to do research. I hope that human courage can be remembered by history. If history can only remember what the victors write, then I will become that victor."

Skadi scratched his head, took down the mithril suitcase from the top of the cabinet, put on the gloves with star chains, then solemnly opened the lock on the box and pushed the box open.

Inside were magic props that she had treasured for a long time. Skadi spread out a large piece of paper, dipped a feather pen in ink, and sketched a magic pattern: "Instead of putting a mark on every magician, my suggestion is to build a magic storage warehouse."

Lid frowned:

"But I remember that magic power is an unstable energy and it is difficult to preserve it outside the body for a long time. Even the compressed magic cannon we developed before, which seals the magic power in a cannonball forged from fine steel, has a limited shelf life."

Skadi nodded:

"Yes, so I have been working on this research direction over the years. Using magic arrays to prevent the spread and loss of magic power, and then finding a special material as a carrier of magic power, it is possible to store the magic power in another form of existence."

Lid looked at the complex engraving on the paper and said to Skadi:

"I, Lide, have invested in this project. In addition to this magic storage warehouse, I suggest that you research another thing. People with magical talents will naturally restore their magic power. If we can build an artificial magic circuit next to the magic storage warehouse, maybe the magic power in the circuit will also naturally restore. In this way, magic power can be completely transformed into a new energy source."

Lid took another look at the magic seal drawn by Skadi. He thought that he couldn't do this kind of work now, but he could quickly understand it when others did it. Lid casually drew an engineering drawing on another piece of paper, wrote down the construction plan and key points, and then said to Skadi:

"I will arrange for Giant Infrastructure Group to handle this matter. I'll trouble you to supervise it."

Skadi sighed, looked at the drawing with wet ink, and said:

"Okay...I'll try my best."

6. The Boy and the Spear

New Royal Capital

The boy's voice was somewhat melancholy:

"Sir, do you think the world will be better if we are gone?" A voice as rough as sandpaper sounded from the cage:

"Yes."

The boy still seemed troubled:

"Please don't be so sure, sir, it makes us seem like a threat to the world." An unpleasant laugh sounded in the cell.

Wu Mi, the dishevelled and ragged white-robed minister, raised his head and looked at the cell in front of him. This cell once held Jin Ling, the general of Tian Ce Mansion. At that time, Wu Mi came to see him. Jin Ling was in a state of desolation, but there was still hope for the future in his eyes. He pinned his future on Wu Mi, but now Wu Mi was also sitting in this cell, seriously injured.

He placed the King of Chao under house arrest and forced the entire Yongtian Kingdom to go north to fight against the Dragon Clan. When he did this, he knew that he would be held accountable one day.

The war was over and King Chao regained power. The ministers were afraid of Wu Mi's cold-blooded killing and the "corruption list" he might have in his hands, so everyone tried their best to get rid of him.

On the first day, the king summoned Wumi and comforted him. Wumi's official position was already the highest, so he was given a higher rank. Wumi kowtowed to thank him, and the king looked happy with the king. The king held Wumi's hand, encouraged him for his contributions during the war, and said that he would change his ways and be a good king.

The next day, some strange rumors began to spread in the capital.

On the third day, Wumi wrote a letter to "beg for his life", that is, he intended to resign from his position as the White-robed Prime Minister on the pretext of being unwell, but the king did not allow it and gave Wumi another title. On the fourth day, there were rumors that Wumi was corrupt and took advantage of the war to make a fortune.

On the fifth day, Wu Mi claimed to be ill and did not attend the court. The King went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to visit him in person. Wu Mi begged for his bones again, but the King still refused.

On the sixth day, the Jinyiwei suddenly visited the Prime Minister's residence and searched. They dug three feet deep, but did not find even a copper coin. The prime minister, a noble in white, lived in a place no different from the poor. A few simple clothes were carefully hung in the closet. The cotton in the quilt had been used for who knows how long, and it was dry, hard and cold. The new Jinyiwei commander was moved and left the Prime Minister's residence with a sigh.

On the seventh day, Wu Mi stopped begging for his bones and claiming illness. He insisted on attending court to finish the recent backlog of work. When he returned home, he was arrested by the Imperial Guards because they found robes that only royal family members were qualified to wear in his home. Wu Mi was imprisoned for suspected rebellion and was tortured. His "confession" had already been written by someone who was good at imitating handwriting. Wu Mi was unconscious due to excessive blood loss, and someone grabbed his hand and pressed a bloody handprint.

On the eighth day, the wind reversed.

Wumi's house arrest of the king was interpreted as treason and usurpation of the throne, and the killing of corrupt officials was interpreted as the killing of loyal officials. As a result, one past event after another was reopened. The open and secret struggles between Wumi and the previous king were turned into a rebellious intention. Even the accidental death of the previous king was blamed on Wumi.

In a short time, Wu Mi went from being a hero praised by everyone to a villain who deceived the world and stole his reputation. The king issued a tearful order to lock Wu Mi in a cage and parade him through the streets, and then behead him as a public display. On the day of the parade, the people spontaneously lined up on both sides of the road, bringing a large number of rotten eggs and rotten leaves as weapons, and threw their anger at the man in the cage.

The highlight of the day was a warrior carrying two dung buckets, which he threw from a tall building and poured all over Wu Mi.

The white robe was stained with yellow and black filth, and it stank to high heaven, with flies circling around it.

Wumi was still smiling, showing his white teeth. He looked at the people who kept insulting and attacking him, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's good that I survived."

His ideal had a general direction since he was a child, and all his subsequent thoughts and explorations had only one goal, which was to ensure that everyone in the world had a house to live in and rice to eat, and that the poor people in the world had enough food and clothing so that they could lean in front of the fire and smile even in the coldest winter.

If we allow foreign races to occupy this land, where will there be true happiness?

Wu Mi never regretted standing up at that moment, and he had already anticipated this result.

The stinking Wumi was brought to the execution platform, and even the executioner had to hold his nose. The executioner sprayed a mouthful of wine on the knife and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Sir, you are a good person. Good people will go to heaven to enjoy happiness after they die." Wu Mi smiled and said nothing.

The executioner raised his long knife high and swung it down. Wu Mi closed his eyes, and at that moment countless scenes flashed through his mind, the scene of him holding a piece of grass on the stalk of the field and thinking about the situation in the world, the scene of him thinking hard all night when the White Guards came to his door, the scene of Lid placing the seed in front of him in exchange for the key to the treasury, the scene of Jin Ling's death, the scene of teaching Lana and Honglian...

Finally, the picture froze on a scene he had never seen before, but which had appeared in his dreams countless times.

He saw 300,000 disaster victims from Tianyue Mountain, and the princes and nobles who were killed by the dragons in the capital, crawling towards him. Each of them had a hideous face, and their eyes were full of hatred for him. They grabbed Wu Mi's hands and feet, as if they wanted to tear his soul into countless pieces.

The executioner's knife chopped off Wumi's head, but Wumi's consciousness did not dissipate immediately. He watched his head roll off the execution platform, and his last thought was: "I should go to hell."

The crowd was pushed aside, and Honglian, who arrived a step late, looked at the scene in front of him with an expression of pity. Beside him were the cheers of countless people, and everyone raised their arms and shouted, as if they were also doing justice for the heaven. Honglian looked at Wu Mi's smiling head and the excited people around him. In this noisy scene, Honglian recalled the first time he met Wu Mi.

Honglian was the illegitimate son of the previous king. This was a top secret, but the only people in this world who could truly keep secrets were the dead. Living people had their own desires, and with desires came all kinds of clever plans. At that time, Honglian was like the spear he used to use. No matter how sharp it was, it was just held in someone else's hands and used by others.

But Umi is different.

Wumi took him in and taught him all kinds of skills, but she had no intention of using him. Wumi even took on all the troubles of his identity for him, just so that he could grow up like an ordinary boy. To this day, Honglian still thinks that the days when he and his half-sister Lana studied with Wumi, and were praised and punished together were the happiest times of his life.

Honglian also remembered that he had talked with Wu Mi about his life experience.

--"There seems to be a voice in my head that tells me that I should not be someone else's gun. Instead, I should treat others as my gun. Master, is this idea wrong?"

―One “Maybe. But you have to walk your own path. No one can label you wrong, including me.”

-—"Speaking of Master, a few days ago, a few strange people found me and said... they could help me become king. I don't know what path I will take in the future, but I was abandoned by my father and grew up alone. So I don't want to abandon others, Master or my sister Lana, I don't want to lose anyone again..."

Honglian looked at the falling head, and red flames began to jump around him.

The people closest to him were the first to notice that their clothes were on fire, and then their skin and flesh turned to charcoal, and their bones turned to dust. Suddenly, there were cries of grief everywhere, and everyone fled in all directions.

Only Honglian was still standing there. When Wumi's head hit the ground, red flames flowed across the earth, and a calamity suddenly struck down. Honglian's eyes were cold, and even the midsummer could not stop the cold murderous intent in him.

When Wu Mi was imprisoned, Hong Lian used his special status to contact various ministers and win their support, regardless of his own safety, in order to get his teacher out of prison. But this matter was too big, and the king was watching it personally, so no one dared to get involved in this mess. Many ministers said that unless Hong Lian became king, it would be impossible to do such a thing.

However, Honglian still contacted the White Guards, and with the help of some ministers of the Wumi Party, he found a way for Wumi to survive - that is, to help him escape from prison. But when Honglian told Wumi about this, Wumi only said one sentence to him:

"When Jin Ling was imprisoned here, I told him the same thing. He didn't leave, and I won't leave either."

Honglian was once annoyed by the teacher's pedantry, and felt that so many of her teachers who were humble and submissive were not as handsome as it was. After thinking about it all night, she was so angry that she decided to come to the execution ground to take a look.

It was a pity that he didn't get to see Wumi for the last time. When he arrived, Wumi was gone. Wumi left with a smile.

Seeing that smile, Honglian immediately understood the teacher's thoughts.

Throughout the dynasties, the royal family ruled the world not by the king's talent and ability, but by the royal majesty. In other words, it was to use etiquette as order to make the people of the world submit. The moment Wumi put the king under house arrest, he had to die. Only when he died could the royal majesty continue to exist.

Wu Mi's character shows love for the people of the world and loyalty to the royal family.

He was not loyal to any particular king, but to the entire royal family system of the Kingdom of Eternal Heaven. But it was his loyal royal family that ordered his head to be taken off.

—-It is the royal family that let him down!

-From the beginning to the end, it was the royal family who let him down!

Such voices kept echoing in Honglian's mind. He roared and howled like an angry beast. Red flames rose up mightily under the heavenly calamity. In front of the corpse of his mentor, Honglian entered the tenth level of realm.

The first thing he did was to take the spear from behind him, clench it tightly, and throw it towards the magnificent palace. There were many assassins that year, but the king of Qingyun helped him.

That year Qingyun died, and Merlin's illusion entered the palace, with the Jinyiwei commander Xige helping the king to defend it.

Today, the palace is still tall and the royal guards are still majestic, but in Honglian's eyes they are nothing more than paper walls.

The spear pierced through everything and burned everything, and finally, amidst everyone's shocked and horrified gazes, it nailed the king's head to the throne.

Honglian glanced at the execution ground. The evidence of Wu Mi's "treason", the gold-threaded and red velvet cloak that only the king was qualified to wear, was neatly folded on the execution platform, and Wu Mi's blood was splattered on it.