You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

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Well, I really can’t adapt to the normal life, so I’m going to go back to being a person in the underworld.

Let me talk about the plot. After many adjustments, the subsequent content has been sorted out, and the progress is more in line with my personal expectations. The "New World" and the "Day World" have enough foreshadowing, and then the story really begins (I actually wrote 300,000 words of foreshadowing, I'm so awesome (dog head)-)

As for the pace, you can see that it is much slower than the current mainstream trend of Qidian.com, so those who have read this far must be very patient readers who really like this book. You really have good vision (not...)

Anyway, believe me, the plot will become more and more exciting later. The reason why many places are written in detail is because Xiao Mengxin wants to create a more realistic world. Yes, there is only one world from beginning to end, not two. As for why the temple cannot be found...

I will write slowly, and the grandfathers will read slowly.

(Let me catch up on some sleep first, love you————·)

Chapter 108: The Missing Covey

Looking at these soldiers who were tied up by his own hands, Sean's expression changed drastically, and he felt a bit surprised and confused.

Did he remember it wrong?

He had clearly tied up these soldiers in the "New World", so why would the same thing happen in the real Covry?

From the first time Sean came to the temple ruins through the statue, he thought this was the real world because he was stuck with a bug.

The virtual space that has gone offline is the spiritual realm, corresponding to "virtual", and logging off naturally means "returning to reality".

The "new world" entered through meditation should also be a spiritual world. Even if it is similar to the real world, it should be independent of each other and not affect each other. Why does it become like this?

Sean couldn't figure it out.

The soldiers on the ground were also in a state of confusion.

When they saw the wall being knocked down, they thought their cry for help was responded to. They were excited and moved, and they thought to themselves that they had followed the right person and that Lord Klintor would not abandon them.

The result was a closer look.

But the person who came was not Lord Klintor.

Not even a person.

It's a statue.

The soldiers were shocked: "This sculpture can actually move!"

"What do you want to do!"

Sean:

I want to kill you.

What do you mean the eagle can actually move?

Sean complained in his heart, but didn't really do anything. He glanced at the group of soldiers, took a deep breath and calmed down.

Then he turned around and went out through the hole in the wall he had just crashed into, returning to the alley.

He wanted to go and see the traces of the fight left "before".

The place where the conflict with Klintor took place was not far from here. Following his memory, Sean soon came to the street where Klintor was imprisoned by him using the Truth Spell.

Because no one took care of the ground, the dust was very thick. Even after several days of wind and sun, the traces were still clearly visible, especially the burnt black ashes, which were burned by Elviri's flames. Even the air still retained the scent of the girl's fiery magic and her magic of truth.

Sean looked around and found that everything here was the same as in the "new world". He felt dizzy for a moment and thought he was hallucinating.

The two worlds, one is the riverbed of consciousness and the other is reality, how can they be the same?

"No, that's not right. There must be some mistake."

Sean shook his head fiercely and decided to ignore all this for the time being.

The most important thing now is to find Kovri.

And the plan has changed. If everything that happened in the "new world" also happened in the real world, then the Flores family must have been prepared. Luring the tiger away from the mountain will not work, and they must think of other ways.

Sean's mind raced as he returned to the house where the soldiers were imprisoned.

"Let me ask you, who locked you up here?" he asked in a low voice.

He wanted to confirm it one last time.

The soldiers were surprised to see Sean coming back.

"This statue can actually talk?!"

"Still a low-pitched male Boeing!"

"It seems that I am really hungry. I actually think its sound is so nice—..."

"Your eyes may be blurry because of hunger. How can a statue speak?

Sean was in a bad mood and didn't want to joke with these guys. He said in a serious tone: "Answer my question!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Statue." A starving soldier said hurriedly, "A few days ago, a few people broke into the restricted area and were discovered by us. We kindly advised them to leave, but not only did they not listen, they turned against us and tied us up and threw us here without giving us any food. We are almost starving to death—"

The soldier described the incident so vividly that he was almost in tears. If Sean hadn't known what was going on, he would have almost believed it.

This little black guy shouldn't have joined the army, he should have gone to act.

He originally wanted to untie these soldiers and have a good chat with them, but now--

"Then you guys continue to starve."

Sean turned around and was about to leave.

The soldiers immediately began to stir: "No, no, no, my Lord Statue, don't go!"

"Save us!"

"Someday, someday, I will be rewarded handsomely!"

Sean: “Heh.”

"As wizards, you can't even untie the ropes on your own body. How can I believe that you have the ability to repay me?"

"It's not what you think, Mr. Statue. This rope is too strange. There are math problems on it. We really can't do it————" a soldier said aggrievedly, "How can we mix magic with it?

It turns out that I overestimated you---Sean thought. He didn't intend to trap these soldiers at that time. The questions left on the rope were the simplest advanced math questions. If they couldn't do them, then it couldn't be blamed on him.

"You can ask me to help you." Sean turned his head and said, "But you have to do one thing for me."

"No problem, sir, as long as you can let us go, we will do anything!"

The soldiers were not stupid. After being puzzled by the statue, they quickly realized that someone must be controlling it from behind. After all, since the establishment of the Vatican, the empire has not allowed spirits. This is most likely some kind of puppetry, which can communicate and interact with others by controlling objects.

Sean didn't know whether these guys were pretending to be stupid or were really stupid. They didn't recognize who his statue was. But it didn't matter. It was better if they didn't recognize him so that they didn't have to explain.

The magic power of these soldiers was between level 2 and level 3, and they knew very little. Sean had already asked all the questions he needed to ask last time, so this time he got straight to the point, untied the ropes on their feet, and said, "Follow me."

"Mr. Statue, could you please untie the ropes on your hands so that we can help you?" a soldier pleaded pitifully.

Sean gave him a warning look: "Is this to help me, or to facilitate your escape?"

Soldier:

...

"Don't be so cautious in front of me." Sean said calmly, "You don't need to do what I ask you to do."

In fact, you don’t even need your feet.

Sean just didn't bother to waste his magic power to move them out, so he let them go on their own.

Out on the street again.

It was already dark by then.

It was winter in Covre, and the wind was blowing. The soldiers were cold and hungry, and couldn't help asking, "Master Statue, what do you want us to do for you?"

Sean looked up at the night sky and replied, "I want to watch some fireworks."

Soldiers: “Huh?”

fireworks??

No - this is a restricted area. Normally, you can't even talk loudly, let alone the loud fireworks.

Besides, this place is so far away from the city and it’s night time, where can they find fireworks?

Sean turned the statue and grinned, "You are."

Soldiers: “???”

Although they couldn't see the statue's face clearly, they could vaguely feel its expression, and they immediately had a bad feeling in their hearts.

The other party wanted to turn them into fireworks and set them off in the sky? ?

"No, run away!"

A soldier was shocked and told everyone to flee.

But how can it be that easy?

Sean snorted coldly, and a huge golden matrix fell from the sky, covering all the soldiers.

“Isn’t this the weird magic that trapped Lord Klintor?”

The soldiers finally reacted at this moment, staring at Sean with wide eyes in horror: "It's you?!"

Sean joked: "Yes, it's me, the one who repays kindness with enmity."

The soldier who had complained to Sean about his "grievances" panicked and hurriedly explained: "Sir, it's not what you think. Please listen to my explanation..."

Sean didn't bother to listen.

He hates people who say bad things about others behind their backs, especially when the bad things are fabricated.

It would be fine if he hadn't heard it. He wouldn't be upset if he didn't know, and it would be as if nothing had happened. But now that he heard it, this matter is not so easy to resolve.

He seldom bears grudges.

Generally, revenge is taken on the spot.

For example, now-

"Let's start with you." Sean's eyes glowed with golden light, and magic power roared out. He grabbed the soldier in front of him, and then used the truth ritual to condense a long "bandage" to wrap the soldier up like a mummy, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

This time the ritual is very "long", but there is only one core expression.

[2/+y2/=a2/3]

The soldiers didn't understand, but they were terrified.

The enemy is terrible.

Unknown magic is also scary.

The combination of the two made the soldiers look pale.

At this moment, he thought of his mother in the countryside.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Sean didn't want to kill anyone, or rather, if he wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't do all these fancy things.

This is the star line formula. When integrated into magic, it can make ordinary magic explosions become as beautiful as fireworks.

This was the flare he wanted.

"Go ahead." Sean used magic to condense a "leg" and kicked the soldier in the butt, sending him into the night sky.