A dragon who doesn't want to be a killer is not a good businessman

There was a strange change under their feet, and there was the sound of someone coming up the stairs. Based on the principle of conservatism, the two of them did not dare to neglect and walked up before the decay spread under their feet.

"This may be the effect brought about by the prototype of the space-time magic array I just mentioned..."

Although there was no process time for proof and investigation, Lucifer still drew temporary inferences based on experience.

Then, they met Al Atnos, the shipwright of the Blue Eagle Pirates, at the corner of the stairs.

The only unlucky guy in the Blue Eagle Pirates who was left behind was designated to take care of the child, a tall and muscular young man with gray hair.

"I'm here to pick you up." Al said in a deep voice, "Everyone is on the boat now."

His short talk before was just a habit, and the necessary communication was not lacking at all, and he could be said to be concise and to the point.

"OK."

Morgan then implemented the same principle and immediately followed Al up with Lucifer.

"The Mirandi siblings and I found the captain's cabin at the helm hidden in the second-story cabin. After the captain and first mate came up with their people, they followed the captain's cabin to find the entrance to the fuel bunker and the area that needed to be destroyed."

As a crew member of the Blue Eagle Pirates, Al is surprisingly candid from his words to his actions.

As evidence, he explained what happened during this period in a few words on the road, making Mogan, who was good at making excuses for others, look like a mute and had no room for improvement.

In the end, in order to respond politely, I had to hold back three words.

"...I think it will work."

But subsequent performance proved that in Al Atnos's code of conduct, such positive and efficient communication should be for better non-communication.

Al didn't say a word for the rest of the journey, and no matter what other people talked about, he was as silent as a stone that could be considered nimble in its movements.

Just go up and be a ruthless guiding machine.

Ignore the rest.

But Mogan would not blindly look for trouble. At the same time, he also had other puzzles that needed to be answered, so when he left the stairs, he turned around and looked back at the corridor below.

He paused for a moment, then turned around again.

"Are you thinking about the origin of that illusion crystal echo?" Lucifer understood his thoughts.

After all, Mo Gan has always been clinging to any doubts, and this was exactly an issue they had studied but had no results.

Before negotiating with the Blue Eagle Pirates and discussing plans to blast the entire abnormal space, the sympathetic Lucifer took the initiative to confirm the locations around the green space that would be destroyed, and there were no fluctuations in the consciousness of other life forms in the space.

Since they could guarantee that no innocent people would be harmed, they put aside this doubt and fully implemented the original plan.

The consciousness transmitted by psychic magic may be upwards in the cabin, or it may be elsewhere.

"Is there a possibility..." Mo Gan touched his chin, "That consciousness is in the time and space ore."

He knew that this was a very bizarre guess, even just the result of elimination, with no other evidence.

Al's attitude proves that there should be no other unusual people. After walking up the stairs again, Lucifer had no other reaction - the king was originally most concerned about this kind of issue.

After eliminating all impossibilities, the remaining conclusion seemed bizarre, but after all, it was the only conclusion he could formulate.

Mogan is actually not afraid of trial and error.

He was curious about the properties of the space-time ore, not only because it was very precious at first sight and was worth a lot of gold coins.

It is also due to a common practice that half-dragon merchants have an obsessive-compulsive dissatisfaction with the knowledge blind spots they encounter.

It is true that the Magical Continent is very at home to people with his pedigree and knowledge reserves, but there are also all kinds of common sense that occasionally appear that are unknown to them.

For example, the previous "Holy Covenant", such as the current "Space-time Ore" with quite complex properties.

Morgan knew that trial and error was also an opportunity, especially for a collaborator like Lucifer who was a good teacher, so he might as well be more talkative.

Although he had secretly made some shocking decision, he still maintained some habitual selfishness.

——You can’t owe too much debt, and the same goes for favors.

"Your guess... is not impossible. In fact, just like the spell that trapped people in tree stumps before, there are many spells that can seal any creature, or even enter a state of only conscious activity."

Lucifer lowered his head and thought deeply about this, and studied it carefully, but he had no intention of objecting, which surprised Morgan himself who raised this matter.

"As for the space-time ore, no one has been able to explain the real way it appears. Unlike other materials called ores, they appear randomly in various places on the continent, both in the sky and on the earth."

Mogan nodded, "There is indeed such a record in the books I saw."

But this kind of answer, which was like a "short" in the answer analysis, always made him feel that someone was hiding something. Perhaps a respected leader of the kingdom like Lucifer could give him another answer directly.

But this time, Lucifer was powerless.

"Most of the analysis may have been lost to history."

Lucifer looked embarrassed, "Lestus is indeed the oldest member of the four kingdoms, with a recorded history of only more than three thousand years. You should know that the era of chaos before this... the war destroyed

Too many records."

Of course, Mogan also knew that the current speculations on history largely come from the deduction and improvement of later generations, and are the result of patchwork.

The Iverson Continent and the Mirnik Continent have a long history. According to the records available to some races with long lifespans, the human race should have actually been around for tens of thousands of years, and the civilization that masters magic has also been nurtured for a long time.

Under this situation, despite internal and external troubles and constant wars, and even facing the brainless and powerful races that once ravaged the continent, the human race should have established a prosperous and stable civilization long ago.

That's not the case, magic is the reason.

In the war years, first of all, due to the brutal alien race that could not be completely eliminated, the human race was trapped in its own sanctuary and was divided into many city-state tribes, with almost no communication with each other.

Magic can help the human race gain strength and protect the race against the invasion of outside races, but it can also directly cause a small city to be completely destroyed, and there may even be no survivors.

War with foreign races, disputes within the race... countless complex factors jointly determine that the destruction caused by magic is inevitable, and will completely get out of control at a certain moment.

It is not only a tool, but also a killing weapon.

Because of painful compensation and ethical requirements, most mages themselves prefer to leave no descendants.

The extreme fate of father's debt being repaid by son and mother's debt being repaid by son also makes it difficult for some wizard-run families who ignore shortcomings to work together and establish a stable mage family group.

For ordinary people, the aftermath of a battle between top mages can be fatal, and not everyone has the qualifications and perseverance to become a magic-blessed warrior.

In this case, rather than passing on the inheritance, it is a blessing to be able to leave one or two living fires and re-establish order.

It would be easier to explain a lot if the gregarious civilization that everyone in the lost history was fortunate enough to be able to continue was treated as separate individuals, independent people.

Progress was made today, memory loss the next day, progress again on the third day, memory loss again on the fourth day, day five, day six... and so on.

After repeating this for a long time, the human race discovered but could not change it. Being destroyed by their own "patron saint" was an unavoidable fact.

——Because of this, the boundaries between mages and wizards were clearer in the past. Perhaps for the same reason, this is also the reason why the Holy Pact was finally born.

Those who are unlucky may simply disappear into the dust of history; those who are slightly more lucky may have given up the memory of generations in order to focus on survival in the stumbling inheritance.

If you want to survive, you have to give up something.

As a result, the overall civilization development of the human race will inevitably enter a state of stagnation.

Paying attention to the lack of history is also an important reason why the continental kingdoms have their own institutions of historians and treat them who are usually not good at force as distinguished guests.

There are still infinite possibilities to be explored in the magical world, and what has been learned is just the tip of the iceberg. Morgan once again realized this deeply and comprehensively.

But what caught his attention now was that after mentioning war and history, Lucifer's expression was wandering, as if he had some more thoughts and was thinking about something.

What surprised Morgan even more was that after finishing his review, Lucifer suddenly approached Al, who didn't want to talk much.

Moreover, the topic of inquiry turned out to be the shark mage Austin Claire.

"You can ask him about the situation yourself." Al pondered for a moment, "Claire is very concerned about his own private affairs, refuses to make small talk, and doesn't care about it at all."

I think so too.

It seems that not only Austin has doubts about this overly versatile mage, but His Majesty the King himself is also quite concerned about Austin's certain performance.

But it was no longer time for them to get too entangled in such trivial matters, because the three of them arrived on the plywood.

"No wonder there is a rotten smell..." Al was also surprised, "Is there something weird here?"

He was busy with his task and did not notice the gradually eroding wooden planks on the stairs, but this was not the case for the other two.

"It's really time magic..."

Lucifer muttered to himself, becoming more confident.

After arriving on the deck, this abnormality was directly visible to the naked eye. If it weren't for the fact that he could already see the Blue Silver Pirates' boat and the people on it, Mo Gan would have thought that he had traveled through hundreds or thousands of years as soon as he entered and exited.

99mk.info99mk.info