Magic Tower Starry Sky

"This is really thoughtful." After considering his words, President Chengguo Eaton said, "Basically, I agree with Your Excellency Tikal to become a member of the association. As for the issue of identity, I will follow your wishes. To conceal it, but we will not deliberately promote it. As for the others, does Lord Beita have any other opinions?"

Since the old man who is the chairman has already been determined, the master of the North Tower looked at the man who was about to burst into laughter with somewhat sad eyes. Chengguo? Eaton has changed his name to "Your Excellency". Can he make a contrary opinion? Does he dare to raise a contrary opinion?

However, there is a question that he really wants to know, but has not been confirmed, so he took this opportunity to say: "Your Excellency, if there is any offense, please forgive me. But I still want to know how you can prove that you are that person , or are you a lich?"

Only then did the president realize that he had been entangled in the issue of names for too long, and had instead forgotten to confirm the most basic thing, whether the person in front of him was the one being discussed. So he also looked at Finn Tikal expectantly, waiting for a response.

In Lin's long speech, the beauty who didn't say a word got up. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the two gray-haired magicians with an indescribable and unclear expression.

In the well-sound-proof and quiet small conference room, only the sound of high-heeled shoes stomping, slowly, one step, another step. Every step sounds like a drum, hitting my heart. In the end, the heartbeat seemed to follow the pace. Every time Fern took a step, there was a rumble like thunder in his chest.

But what the eyes see is more shocking than the sound that echoes in the ears. Originally a glamorous and elegant noble woman, her complexion changed from fair to transparent step by step. The plump figure that holds up the evening gown eventually becomes a skeleton rack of clothes. Finn Tikal came to the owner of the North Tower of Wulian City in the form of a long-lost golden skull.

The palm of the bone slid across the wrinkled old face, and the hard fingertip bones gave people a cold touch. The skull, shining with dazzling golden light, was close to the tower owner of the North Tower. Inside that skull, there is no tongue, no brain, and even the two eye holes are empty, just like the body, without any internal organs. It is a pure skeleton.

In the past, in this state, if Fern wanted to talk to people, he could only connect the consciousness of two people and communicate at the soul level. The advantage is that the communication is fast, and the ideas are exchanged in a flash, and a consensus can be reached quickly. However, the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, it cannot hide secrets. How to hide the things you don't want people to know after exposing your own soul.

However, after her resurrection, the new knowledge she learned from Lin gave her a different way of playing. Dangfen knew that the sound originated from the vibration of the air, and then passed into the eardrum of the person, and finally formed the state recognized in the mind. She began to vibrate the air to simulate the sound of speaking.

Such research is progressing rapidly. Fern has mastered the frequencies of several voices, and can easily imitate men, women, children, and the elderly. But what she likes the most is a deep, magnetic neutral voice. It is also used by her now.

With the posture of a skeleton, and with a low magnetic voice, Fen said gently, word by word: "How about this, boy, do you believe me? I let you see everything under my clothes. Or Said, you think this is just a very clever illusion, and want to see other proofs. However, it will be at the cost of your life."

Under the gaze of those empty eyes, the master of the North Tower trembled and said, "Your Excellency, please forgive my recklessness."

Fen didn't say much, but just followed the original path and retreated step by step. As the lich retreated, the uncomfortable feeling entangled in his heart gradually eased until it disappeared completely.

Sitting in the seat, the palms and back were covered with cold sweat. As the two experienced great magicians who faced the Lich directly, they were completely suppressed by that momentum. It wasn't until Fen returned to her seat and changed back to that glamorous appearance again that the shackles that seemed to be imprisoned on her head seemed to disappear, and she no longer felt it. But my heart is still heavy.

The two great magicians who looked at each other could no longer raise doubts. Because of that same level of oppression, I only felt it a while ago. That was the fear and despair that the demon lord brought to people when he exposed half of his body from the gate of the abyss.

Even though Orange Fruit? Eaton was in the magic tower with an extra layer of protection, and only saw the huge alien figure from the monitoring screen outside the tower, but the sense of despair was the same as that of the front-line magician .

The same level of threat is felt again today. The trembling feeling that rose from the depths of their souls made them unable to resist, and only then did they face up to the gap between them.

For a long time, they thought that as a magician, they should have come to an end after experiencing their current status and strength. Even facing the mysterious lord's temple warrior, Chang Bai Wu, the strength of the transcendent only made them feel troubled, but not desperate. As long as you prepare properly and make a complete plan, it is not impossible to kill God.

It turns out that thinking like this is just arrogance in a small world. When faced with those real high-ranking beings, I suddenly realized that I was just a scum, not to mention that I was powerless to resist, but would be so shocked by the sense of despair that I was willing to kill myself.

It seems that it is better not to choose to start the war easily. Think about it, but I am in the magic tower I have mastered, but I still don't have any sense of security. Perhaps from the very beginning, easily exposing himself to the Lich was a failure.

As if he wanted to send away the uncomfortable guest, the owner of the North Tower neatly placed the huge book with cowhide inlaid with gold as the cover and registered the list of great magicians. It may be the most correct and correct use in his life. Beautiful fonts, and quickly transcribe Finn Tikal's information into the blank page.

At the same time, use Aisha Papyrus—made by the elves, which is durable and more suitable for making magic scrolls than ordinary monster skins—to record the personal information of Finn Tikal. This is the most important identification document for surviving in the Lost World.

What Lin got at the beginning was made of leather rolls tanned by ordinary monster skins. That kind of identity document is quite difficult to keep, and it is very afraid of moth and mildew. If it is damaged, it will cost a lot of money to apply for a replacement.

In short, it was the difference in strength that allowed Fen to get the respect that Lin never had. The two old men were finally able to get rid of that gorgeous appearance and understand the person in front of them in essence. It was a lich who once reigned in an era, lived for hundreds of years, and could be resurrected after a thousand years of death.

With her age and strength, she can only be called a 'young man' in front of her. Show off? Do you know how to write the word "death"?

Recognizing the status of both parties, as extremely realistic magicians, they lowered their proud heads. The owner of the North Tower respectfully presented the Lich's identity document, and of course some formal explanations were indispensable.

For example, if there are any rights and obligations, just refer to them; in case of any special circumstances, how to cooperate with the regulations of the association, just listen to them; or if there is a mutual assistance agreement between magicians, just take a look.

When the strength reaches a certain height, the so-called constraints are just a joke.

They were quickly sent out of the middle tower, and even the president and the owner of the north tower were sent to the door in person. Although the attitude was quite respectful, Lin always felt that it was more like sending off the plague god.

After politely declining the carriage to take them back, Lin Zaifen asked her to take a look around Wulian City, and the two of them walked side by side on the bustling road. Although it has just ended a war that is enough to be included in the history books, except for the mental torture in the early stage and the economic losses of some families and high-level associations, the people at the bottom are living as if nothing happened.

For Fen, this should be the first time since her resurrection that she seriously looked at the Lost Land belonging to this era. She cast curious eyes on everything. However, she did not neglect the man around her, and asked, "Are you sincere in what you just said? I was so moved when I heard it, tears were about to flow down."

Just by looking at the literal meaning, you might think that this is a compliment. But in fact, Fen, who has been absorbing the knowledge of the earth from Lin, has long learned the earth-style ridicule~www.wuxiamtl.com~ So you have to listen to this in reverse. Used to bickering with this lich who has lived for hundreds of years, Lin said without thinking: "If you are really moved, just shed a few tears to see it. Don't just talk about it."

"I'm a lich. Tears must be fake. Do you really want to see them?"

"Forget it. But I still have to say that what I just said is true. Because I don't want to be your enemy."

"Oh~." Although her eyes were not on someone, Fen still made an ambiguous sound.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just because I can't beat you."

"Let's take it as it is." Fern smiled smugly with a victor's expression. Obviously, this man can say all kinds of weird arguments or words that offend people without hesitation. But when it comes to expressing emotions, he is like a child, with all kinds of awkwardness. This contrast makes Fern feel interesting.

But today, she didn't want to take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Instead, he took the initiative to talk about the evaluation of another group of people. "Actually, your president and his friends are pretty easy to get along with. It's not as difficult as you said."

Without mentioning this, Lin didn't want to say it yet. Now that it was brought up, he couldn't help complaining a little: "Two people who add up to more than 150 years old are almost scared to pee by you, can you be kind? At that time, I was really afraid that the president would turn his face directly. Unlock the full set of defense measures of the magic tower. Maybe you can escape, but I will hang."

Although the disclosure of Fen's identity was a matter of discussion and agreement between the two of them. However, for the first time, it was made public, and the target was his own powerful great magician, the strongest member of the Xijia District Branch. Lin was quite worried about this. Worried about whether it will be halfway through, you have to think about how to escape. Fortunately, it didn't end badly in the end.