Diablo Destruction

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I quickly returned to the Mage Guild and learned from the mage that Old Man Farah was in his explosive laboratory today, tinkering with things that were harmful to others and myself. I immediately rushed over without stopping. Seeing the tent right in front of me, I didn’t even think about it. The pig rushed in suddenly.

Then there was a "boom" sound.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, old man Farah, come out." A certain Druid, whose face was blackened by the explosion, kept coughing and yelling.

"Hahaha, I finally fell for you old bookworm. Let's see if you still dare... Hey." Farah's proud laughter came out. When he walked out and took a look, he was stunned. Why was it that the person who was bombed was not the real owner? ?

He tugged at the sparse beard and thought about it. Farah's face was relieved. It was okay. Anyway, this brat was no better than the old bookworm. He didn't bomb the wrong person.

"You brat, why are you here? When did you come back? What do you plan to do when you come to my place? Could it be that you were instigated by the old bookworm to disturb my experiment?" Farah asked with a vigilant look.

"What kind of orders come here, bah, you are worthy of a stingy guy like you." I wiped the scorched blackness on my face, with an angry look on my face that I wanted to pull out all his beard.

"What are you doing? Why did it explode when you entered the door? That's enough, you guy. Don't you know that the nickname of Explosive Maniac has already resounded throughout the Dark Continent?"

"Hey hey hey." He said proudly. Farah stroked his beard and smiled: "You don't know that, brat, this is my newly invented explosion trap to prevent old bookworms. The more powerful you use to break in, the more powerful the explosion will be. Let people reap the consequences. How about it?" .I, Farah, am indeed a genius, right?"

"Yes, yes, genius magic girl with hairy legs. I've known about this kind of thing for a long time."

"Shut up, you little bastard, or I'll turn your house into a doghouse!"

When the pain point was mentioned, old man Farah immediately blew his beard and stared, with a look of dismay on his face. When Arturia and I were getting married, he was tricked by Mu Dwarf and the story of the magical girl with hairy legs, Farah, was staged in Elf Square. However, he lost face to his ancestor's family and is still talked about today. Le Dao, of course, the old guy's method of retaliating against Mu Aodonggua was not very gentle. Anyway, both of them are the same thing, with the same shamelessness and immorality.

"What did Grandpa Kane do to you? You want to set a trap to harm him like this." Seeing that Farah's beard exploded in excitement, I gave up and asked instead.

"Hmph. Forget about that old guy, he's done me a lot of harm these days."

At the mention of Kane, old man Farah's face darkened again. The hand stroking his sparse beard clenched with hatred, and he accidentally pulled out a few strands. The distressed old man was about to burst into tears, and his hatred for Kane grew even greater.

"Think of me, Farah, all my life. Although I have no mercy or charity, I have not done anything harmful to the world."

"No, no, no, you play with explosions every day, which has seriously disturbed the people. Roger, the two pests are you and the old drunkard."

I shot a precise arrow, which made old Farah's face stiffen. He recalled the past when he and the old drunkard poisoned the camp together. He coughed a few times in embarrassment and ignored my complaints.

"I, Farah, have never done anything harmful to the world. Why do I have to suffer this kind of sin? That old bookworm has been crazy for some reason recently. He comes here to disturb me all day long. He knows that experimental elites like me and magic geniuses are the most vulnerable. What are you afraid of? It’s just that I was interrupted when I was concentrating on the experiment, and then there was an explosion. How much time and materials he wasted on me, this account will never be settled in my lifetime! "

"It's as if if he didn't bother you, your experiment wouldn't explode."

"Asshole, don't underestimate me. Without his interruption, my experiment success rate would have been increased by at least half!" Old Man Farah glared, feeling that his personality had been greatly insulted.

"Originally, nine out of ten experiments will fail. Even if Grandpa Kane doesn't bother you, he can only save you 0.5 times. Why bother thinking about it and worry about it so much?"

"You bastard, you came here to irritate me on purpose, right? Go, go, go, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." He couldn't talk to me, so old man Farah started to chase away the guests, wanting to close the door and bury him again. In the first experiment.

"Wait a minute, do you think I'm willing to come to this damn place that's going to explode at some point? I heard about it from Grandma Akara. The box I brought back last time has been opened by you, right? Return it to its original owner quickly and show it to me."

"It turns out it was for this. If I had told you earlier, I wasted so much time." Farah curled his lips and did not invite me to sit in. He turned back to his laboratory and rummaged through the cabinets for a while, then held a dusty The quaint box came out. It was the one I picked up from the Ice Guardian. It seemed that the old man still had a trace of conscience and didn't embezzle the box and get something else to kill me.

No, the most important thing is what's inside, so don't let him give it away.

I looked at old Farah with the same eyes as I was looking at a suspect, and opened the box carefully, expecting the colorful light to spill out from inside, and to get the artifact in hand, and kill gods and Buddhas with just one sentence.

Oh, it's light, there's light coming out, it's coming, it's my artifact! ! !

I couldn't help but open it in one breath. As a result, there was light, but it was not the colorful light I imagined, but a faint, holy soft light.

Well, not artifacts, special items are also good, such as the Holy Word book used by the little ghost or something.

When I looked into the box, I was shocked. This thing wasn't even a book, it was just a ball. Yes, it was just a metallic silver ball that exuded a faint holy light.

Although it looks very mysterious, the surface is carved with mysterious carvings like stars. But it's mysterious and can't be used as food. It has balls to use.

"What the hell is this?" I picked up the metal ball as big as my fist and weighed it in my hand. Just like when buying pork, weigh it to see if there are any shortcomings.

"Be careful, don't break it." Seeing me playing with the metal ball nonchalantly, Old Farah looked distressed.

"I said, you must have switched the package, embezzled the good things inside, and then randomly stuffed a small ball like this."

"You bastard, do I, Farah, look like this?"

"It's not like that. You are."

"Well, even if I were this kind of person, I wouldn't be able to stuff such a precious magic item into it. Just stuffing some branches, rocks, etc. would be an advantage for you."

"..." This old bastard is indeed the stingiest Rogge. I still underestimate his sanity too much.

However, since he can talk about it this way, the suspicion is much lessened. Could it be that it’s really just this thing?

"What kind of magic item is this?"

"how could I know."

"Aren't you a genius mage? Study it for me!"

"You give me a question, and I might be able to calculate the answer for you." Old Farah said calmly and slowly.

"However, you give me an answer, but you ask me to accurately deduce the original question. Isn't this forcing someone to do something difficult?"

"This is the truth. Is there no other way?"

I didn't give up and worked hard to get the box back from the hell world (actually it wasn't that hard, I just brought it back after defeating the Ice Guardian). Just give me this meaningless thing, and let me see this when I have taken off my pants?

"Of course there is. If we can find clues related to this metal ball, maybe we can give it a try."

"How to find clues?"

"That's the thing about the old bookworm. Isn't it great that he can finally use the useless knowledge in his mind?"

"Okay. It seems we can only go to Grandpa Kane."

"Wait, dear Wu."

"Don't be like this. Tell me what you have to say. We are not familiar with each other." I had a disgusted look on my face. As soon as Old Farah used this tone, I knew that this guy must have some crooked idea again.

"Okay, okay, I want to say, anyway, what you want is a metal ball, can you give me the box? Compared with the metal ball that makes people scratch their heads, the box is more valuable for me to study now. The magic seal on it Although it was untied by me, I didn’t fully understand it.”

"Okay, what's the price?" I grinned and rubbed my fingers, indicating that if you have money, it's easy to talk, but if you don't, there's no negotiation.

"You little stingy person, have you forgotten the credit I received for helping you open the box?"

"Oh, I don't remember asking you. It was you who begged me to give you the box to study, wasn't it?"

"Is this happening? Why don't I remember it?" Old Man Farah tried to play dumb.

"No problem, the two of us may have remembered wrongly. Grandma Akara was present at the time, and she will definitely not remember wrongly. How about we go find her and ask her now?"

"No, no, no, just treat it like this, just treat it like this, isn't it okay?" Farah, who knew she was in the wrong, changed her expression again.

"Then, after the old bookworm finds clues, I will help you research for free and find out the origin and function of this metal ball. Although there is no guarantee of success."

"Why, when Grandpa Kane gets a clue, don't you still have to beg me to lend you the metal ball for research?"

I rolled my eyes, convinced that Old Farah was enthusiastic about exploring unknown magic. Otherwise, he wouldn't be hiding at home every day tinkering with research, and he would be called a self-destruction maniac.

Although I don't want to praise this old man, his level of magic is indeed superb. If it is a magic item with mature production technology, it will definitely not explode. Such a reason can only prove that he is constantly exploring the magic technology that he has not yet fully understood.

"You little bastard, from whom did you learn to be so cunning." Seeing that I was flawless and like the reincarnation of a profiteer, old man Farah gritted his teeth in hatred and scratched his messy hair, which had not been washed for who knows how many days. The miser finally made up his mind painfully.

"Extend your home a little more for free, and that's it. If it doesn't work, it will be demolished."

"It's a deal, it's settled."

Although I don’t know if this is Old Farah’s bottom line, I’m not greedy either. Hahaha, if you ask someone else to do your research for you, you still have to pay for it, especially if this person is the stingiest Old Man Farah. Don’t even mention the full sense of accomplishment in my heart.

Seeing old man Farah's expression of frustration as if his parents were dead, he took the empty box from my hand. Back in his laboratory, I put the metal ball in the corner of my inventory and prepared to find Kane.

Kane's home... I haven't been here for many years. It's a wooden villa... Well, maybe a warehouse is more appropriate? Anyway, judging from the appearance, compared to Farah and Akara's small tents, his home should be the largest and most luxurious. Looks like a rich man.

Of course, Kane didn't make any money though. There is only a pitiful elder salary every year, but there are many people in the Kane family who can make money. In the past, books were very expensive, so Kane used all the aid money given by the family to buy books. Books are cheaper now, and the result is... Kane uses his money to buy more books. If there are really no books to buy, he will probably use them for collection and education. Well, old man Farah calls him an old bookworm. This nickname, I have to say, is very appropriate.

So, anyone who is familiar with Kane knows that. The huge wooden villa in front of me looks like a residence of a wealthy family, but it is actually used to store books. It is not so much Kane's home. Rather, it is the home of all kinds of books, the private library of Camp Rogge.

When I came to the door of the house, the servant who I had met several times immediately invited me in. As soon as the light dimmed, I had just stepped through the door, and a strong smell of book pages hit my nostrils.

Look around. Even in the long corridor when you enter, there are tall bookshelves on both sides of the wall. It was piled with books, which were not there a few years ago. It seemed that the size of this room was no longer enough for Kane.

Maybe it was the strong smell of books, or maybe it was the ghost-like silent footsteps of the old servant who led the way. I subconsciously slowed down my steps and walked among the mountains and forests. Time here seemed to have stopped, and there was only knowledge. The ocean current flows silently, enriching the heart of everyone who comes in, making people want to fall into it and become a slave of knowledge.

After walking through the long corridor and reaching the deepest part of the house, the old servant knocked on the door gently and announced my name. Kane's deep and old voice came from inside, sounding a little tired and hoarse, as if it had been several days. Haven't slept.

Sure enough, the old servant explained in a low voice, perhaps hoping that I would persuade Kane to rest more.

"Elder Fan, I have been in the study for nearly two days."

"I know." He nodded and entered the long-lost study. The scene here was different from what he imagined. Kane's character and the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf would make people think that the study must also be in order and very orderly. tidy.

But in fact, only the study here is very messy during the summer vacation. A large number of books have been marked and piled directly on the ground, forming hills. In the center of the study, behind a desk as big as a single bed, sits Kane is surrounded by mountains of books, like a wall surrounding him, making people worry about how he will get out.

"Wu, you came back at the right time."

Kane's expression could not hide his fatigue, but his eyes were very energetic. He was completely a fanatic focused on a certain exploration and research. To be honest, he and Old Man Farah were essentially the same. They were both paranoid, but one was obsessed with magic. Knowledge skills, one is academic blogging on history.

When I walked in, he passed by the pleasantries and immediately got down to business.

"Stingy miser, you should go and get the trophy you brought back from the hell world, the metal ball?"

"Got it." I was shocked. Could it be that Kane had learned how to read minds.

"Just get it. That old guy, old guy, I visited him several times in person to discuss the origin of the metal ball with him, but he ignored me at all and expected me to work hard to find relevant clues. Let him study it."

When Farah was mentioned, Kane also gritted his teeth with hatred. These two incompatible old enemies often fought directly in the elders' meeting, which gave Akara a headache.

However, it turns out that what old man Farah said about Kane always interrupting his experiments, what grudges and grievances are there? From this point of view, it is indeed old man Farah’s fault, and he just wants to wait for Kane to find out. Clues sit back and enjoy the rewards.

"Grandpa Kane, this is why I came to you. I just got the metal ball from Farah, and he asked me to come here to find you."

After hearing what I said, Kane felt angry again and cursed that Farah was nothing and would never hand over the clues easily when the time came.

Then, his face softened, and he gave me a gentle smile: "Wu, where is the metal ball? Take it out and show it to me."

"Oh, okay." I followed the instructions and carefully placed the metal ball on the desk. Kane immediately put on the monocle, held up the metal ball, carefully turned and observed, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head. Sometimes distressed, sometimes happy, just like a big boy with changeable emotions.

After waiting for more than half an hour, he put down the metal ball, slowly took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples tiredly.

"Although I'm not sure yet, this metal ball is probably related to the Holy See Mountain."

"Papital Hill?"

"Yes, it is the mobile fortress built by a generation of saints that you found in the hell world."

"What's the relationship?" I stared at the metal ball, and my curiosity became stronger.

"I still don't know yet. Maybe...Alice will know something?" Kane looked at me with hope. To be precise, it should be Alice.

"There is a possibility. Let me ask her after she wakes up. If there is any news, I will tell you immediately." I felt happy. It is very possible that the little ghost knows something. If the metal ball is really related to the Holy See Mountain .

After sitting at Kane's house for a while, listening to him talk about the results of his research in the past few days and the various possible functions of metal balls, after that, at my strong request, this great scholar who can show up at any time with knowledge, Shan Shan Accompanied by the old servant, he slowly left the study.

I said goodbye to Kane and walked back. I was in a particularly happy mood. I gained a lot from this trip. Not only did I get approval for Akara's note, but I also got something that might be related to the Holy See Mountain, although I don't know yet what it is. What is its function, and even if it is known, can it be put to use...

It’s almost midnight after polishing yesterday’s third update. As expected, it’s too difficult to add more updates continuously, so I’ll leave it to tomorrow.

. . . (To be continued) r655