Infinite Throne

   Chapter 663 The Fallen Mage

   That night.

   It is exactly ten o'clock in the evening.

  Cuckoo Town.

   The moon is bright and the stars are rare.

   In a town where it just snowed, put on a thick snow-white coat.

  Under the dazzling moon, two figures sneakily floated in the air through the night.

  —One of the figures swayed, as if the plane would crash at any time, and even spewed out wine burps from time to time, like a big fart, especially loud.

  The bright moonlight fell, casting a mottled shadow in the cemetery of Gugu Town.

  The shadows of the trees swayed, the words on the tombstone seemed to come alive, and there was a mystery and gloom everywhere.

  A girl with long purple hair wandered in the cemetery holding a flashlight. From time to time, she squatted down, stood up, and squatted down again—it turned out that she was digging [snow roots] in the cemetery.

   "Are you sure she's my daughter?...Hiccup~"

   The Supreme Mage squinted, as if he couldn't see the figure on the snow clearly, but the bright purple color made him a little suspicious.

   Yi Rin's expression was weird when he heard it, and he secretly thought that your own daughter can't be sure, let me be sure? Are you looking for a daughter or am I looking for a daughter?

After hesitating for a moment, for the sake of the Supreme Master's mental breakdown and drunkenness, Yi Rin floated cross-legged in the air and said softly, "According to my understanding and reasoning, if you have to say that so many residents have your daughter, it is only possible that It's her."

  By the way, Irin observed three seconds of silence for poor honest Pierre.

  The expensive 【Ancient Fruit Wine】has become the helpless Mage's only support at this moment. He was silent for a while, and he didn't know where to put his hand, so he could only take another gulp into his mouth.

   "Can't confirm your magic?"

  Irin knew that the Supreme Master knew a lot of secret arts, and he didn't know whether the magic that he called "omnipotent" could be used to recognize relatives.

   "Yes!" The Supreme Mage suddenly realized that he didn't seem to remember his "Mage" status until now, and nodded quickly: "I need a hair of her."

  Irin nodded, turned on [Follow the Shadow] and got closer. He waved his hand and plucked a long purple hair from Abigail's head with a "boo".

  Abigail, who was playing in the cemetery, felt itchy scalp, and reached out to touch it, but didn't care.

  Supreme Mage Parkinson's hand clenched his long hair, his eyes were red, like a gambler who had lost everything in a casino. I saw him clenching the hair tightly, meditating with his eyes closed for more than ten seconds, and then opened his eyes.

   For a moment, the Supreme Master flashed mixed emotions such as surprise, regret, and suddenness in his eyes. He lowered his head and looked down: "She really is my daughter!"

   Yi Rin smiled: "Yo, it's awesome, you can still recognize relatives with magic, you can teach me if you have time."

   The Supreme Mage stared at Yilin with bloodshot eyes. He couldn't hear the hateful farmer teasing him. In normal times, when there was no threat of food, he would definitely go back mercilessly - but now he is not in the mood.

  Irin couldn't understand the mage's mood at the moment.

   After all, he didn't have a daughter, and he didn't become a father out of nowhere.

   In this situation, what should I say to encourage and encourage, or to comfort the Master?

  This situation can be reminisced, but I didn't pay attention at the time?

   is not good and should not be the case.

  Do you want to bring back the grass you planted while crying?

   is also inappropriate, the mage may get angry.

  Congratulations on being a father?

   Seems like that doesn't sound like a good word.

   Do you still remember the kid at the Mage Tower by the Forest Lake back then?

   Saying this, the mage is likely to fight him on the spot.

   After thinking about it for a long time, Yiren didn't know what to say, so she could only keep silent.

   After a while, the mage finally mustered up his courage, his cloak flicked, and he dived down like a fighter jet with the accelerator pedal down.

   "Boom!"

  The mage crawled out of the snowdrift in embarrassment.

  Irin covered his eyes speechlessly, he really couldn't see it. This old father's way of appearing is really ingenious.

The sudden movement behind    shocked the purple-haired girl who was exploring the cemetery.

   Supreme Mage arched his back, stood up slowly, and exhaled a cloudy breath of wine.

  To tell the truth, Abigail is indeed as her mother Caroline described, very bold, and likes some crazy things. Faced with such a strange situation, a normal girl's normal reaction should be to scream in surprise, and then run away.

   And Abigail not only did not run, but his eyes lit up, and he took a few steps closer to the place where the Mage crashed.

"You are…?"

   asked Abigail curiously.

   "I... you, dad, you... I... ouch!"

  The mage, who was usually good at quarrelling, was now clumsy like a brain-dead, stammering incoherently, and didn't utter a complete "I'm actually your real dad" for a long time.

   Abigail shrank his neck, seemingly frightened by the mage.

Yi Rin couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't bear to let the mage face such an important moment alone, he quietly came to the vicinity, coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Abigail, why haven't you gone home yet? Mom has a fight?"

"Uncle Farmer!" Yi Rin's favorability rating on the Caroline family of three was not low. Abigail was not wary of Yi Rin, and smiled: "No, Dad said he wanted to chat with Mom in the room, It's going to be a little loud, and he let me out to play."

  Irin and the mage looked at each other, speechless.

   Abigail kicked the snow beside her feet, lowered her head and said, "But let me tell you quietly, my mother usually dislikes chatting with my father. It's boring to say that my father can't talk anymore after two minutes."

  Irin glanced at the mage silently again.

Master    shook his head and stared at him, as if to say, this is not important, don't look at me.

   Yi Rin sighed softly and decided to help the mage with a weak mouth to round the field.

   "Abigail, this grandfather, ah no, this uncle, is helping out on my farm now, it's so nice."

  Abigail tilted his head and looked up and down. His hands trembled and his eyes were shining.

   The Supreme Master was very injured by the side, and he pulled the cold snow and poured it into his mouth.

"If, I said if..." Yi Rin felt that his tone was like a strange uncle who coaxed an ignorant girl: "If there is a vast world outside Gugu Town, there are flying people and fire-breathing birds. , there are water-spraying flowers, and there are many things you have never seen before, do you want to take a look?"

"think!"

   Abigail smiled happily.

   Yilin glanced at the mage and asked again: "If the price is, you can never come back here again?"

  Abigail was taken aback for a moment, she lowered her head to think for a moment, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were bright: "Can you bring your parents with you?"

  Irin shook his head: "No."

   "Forget it." Abigail pouted, seemingly unhappy and a little regretful: "It's pretty good here too."

  Irin wants to ask something else.

   The Supreme Master, however, used his scarred hands to grasp Yilin's clothes tremblingly.

   "Let's go."

  Abigail looked at the two figures gradually disappearing in the dark night and snow, and whispered, "What a strange uncle."

  …

   "Is this really good?"

   Along the way, the mage remained silent.

   He didn't even answer Irin's words.

   also does not explain why.

   He put on his cloak and flew towards the farm.

   Even his hands and feet seemed to be broken, and he drooped softly, letting the cloaked man "hang" the expressionless Supreme Mage back to the farm like a hook.

   Later, the Supreme Master soaked in the cellar day and night and got very drunk.

   For the rest of the winter, the Supreme Mage seemed to be turned into a wine barrel.

   Never left the cellar a step.

   until,

   Spring of the third year.

   "The third year, a new spring."

  Irin stretched and walked out of the room at six o'clock in the morning.

   The Supreme Mage who had been a wine barrel for a few days actually woke up today.

   He is now in front of the mirror, carefully trimming his beard, and using high-grade hair wax, carefully combing the curly hair on his head, the whole person regains a new radiance.

"Figured out?"

  Irin came behind the Supreme Master and asked with a smile.

"Um."

   "Is this really good?"

   "That's it." The corner of the Supreme Mage's mouth rose slightly, his right hand shook, and the cloak took the initiative to put it on his shoulders. I saw him slowly floating up, his radiant face exuding a mysterious and elegant breath.

   "Now that you have mastered the basics of a mage proficiently, starting today, our course will enter the next new stage."

  The Master said, shaking his hands and pulling, two complex magic circles appeared out of thin air between his palms, like two small shields.

  …

   Since his assets exceeded 20 million and Yilin was upgraded to Nongsheng, his life on the farm was equivalent to the end.

   Even if he played casually for a year, he would produce more than 10 million wines alone.

  To be honest, this trial was not difficult.

   A little bit of liver mining, find the right way to fish, and then find a mage helper, you can easily pass this nightmare-level trial, it is really not too difficult.

   In order not to appear so outrageous on the farmer rankings, starting from the spring of the third year, all the wine produced in his cellar has been stocked up and turned into aged wine, but he will not sell it, so as not to scare other people.

   He has more headaches now.

  Irin walked to another luxurious house with a more spacious cellar.

Walking into the cellar, at a glance, the cellar of nearly 1,000 square meters is densely filled with [Gem Replicator], producing several boxes of perfect crystals every day, piled up on the ground, Yilin's storage space is early. I can't hold so many crystals.

  Irin doesn't know where to use this extra crystal, it hurts.

   But this is convenient for the Supreme Mage.

When he practiced his hands, he didn't need to think about consumption. He directly let the cloak go into the crystal cellar, pocketed the pile of crystals on the ground, pocketed a thousand and eight hundred kilograms of crystals, and put them in the open space of the farm to play slowly. Tossing, the Supreme Master had a lot of fun.

  The formulaic life makes it difficult to feel the passage of time.

   Whether it is Yilin or the Supreme Mage, at least theoretically, they have almost mastered the knowledge of the other party.

  Why do you say almost?

   Take Yilin as an example, Yilin knows the principle of all spells released by the mage. But unlike the mage, he lacks the worship and understanding of those high-ranking bosses. In the words of the Supreme Master: If you want to borrow the power of Weishandi, Dormam and other big men, you must first understand it, understand it, worship it, please it, and go deep into it. Otherwise, the bosses will not bird you.

  Spring goes to summer solstice, summer goes to autumn.

   In the blink of an eye, there is not much time left until the end of this trial.

   (end of this chapter)