Infinity Throne

That night.

It's ten o'clock sharp.

Gu Gu Town.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The town that had just snowed was covered with a thick layer of snow-white clothes.

Under the bright moon, two figures were sneaking through the night, floating in the air.

——One of the figures was swaying, as if it would crash at any time, and even belched wine from time to time, which was like a big fart and extremely loud.

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

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the words on the tombstone seemed to come alive, and everything was mysterious and gloomy.

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

"Are you sure she is my daughter?...Hiccup~"

The Supreme Mage squinted and seemed unable to see clearly the figure on the snow, but the bright purple color made him a little suspicious.

When Yi Lin heard this, she had a strange expression and secretly thought, "Your own daughter can't be sure, so let me be sure?" Are you looking for your daughter or am I looking for my daughter?

After hesitating for a moment, seeing that the Supreme Mage was mentally broken and drunk, Yi Lin floated cross-legged in the air and said softly: "According to my understanding and reasoning, if you insist on saying that your daughter is among so many residents, you can only It’s her.”

By the way, Yi Lin observed three seconds of silence for poor honest man Pierre.

The expensive [Ancient Fruit Wine] became the helpless mage's only support at this moment. He was silent for a while, not knowing where to put his hands, so he could only take another big mouthful.

"Can't you confirm your magic?"

Yi Lin knew that the Supreme Mage knew a lot of secret arts, but she didn't know whether the "omnipotent" magic he said could be used to recognize relatives.

"Yes!" The Supreme Mage suddenly realized. He seemed to have never remembered his "Mage" identity until now, and nodded quickly: "I need one of her hairs."

Yi Lin nodded, activated [Following Like a Shadow] and got closer. He waved his hand and pulled out a long purple hair from Abigail's head with a "bang" sound.

Abigail, who was playing in the cemetery, felt her scalp itching. She reached out and touched it, but didn't pay attention.

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

For a moment, the Supreme Mage's eyes flashed with complex emotions such as exclamation, regret, and sudden realization. He lowered his head with a low expression: "She is indeed my daughter!"

Yi Lin smiled and said, "Oh, that's awesome. You can also recognize relatives with magic. Please teach me when you have time."

The Supreme Mage stared at Yi Lin with bloodshot eyes. He couldn't tell that this hateful farmer was teasing him. Normally, when there was no threat of delicious food, he would definitely fight back mercilessly - but now he was in no mood.

Yi Lin couldn't understand the mage's mood at the moment.

After all, he didn't have a daughter, nor did he become a father out of nowhere.

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

Can this feeling be remembered in retrospect? Is it just that I didn't pay attention at the time?

No good, not suitable for the occasion.

Are you crying to take back the grass you planted?

It's not appropriate either, the mage might get angry.

Congratulations on becoming a father?

It seems that this does not sound like a good thing.

Do you still remember the mother of the child by the mage tower by the forest lake?

After saying this, the mage would probably start a fight with him on the spot.

After thinking for a long time, Yi Lin didn't know what to say and could only remain silent.

After a while, the mage finally plucked up the courage. With a flick of his cloak, he swooped down like a fighter jet with the accelerator pressed to the bottom.

"Bang!"

The mage crawled out of the snowdrift in embarrassment.

Yi Lin covered his eyes speechlessly, he really couldn't watch. The old father's way of appearing is really unique.

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

The Supreme Mage arched his back, stood up slowly, and exhaled a breath of turbid alcohol.

To be honest, Abigail is indeed as her mother Caroline described, very bold, and also likes some weird things. Faced with this weird situation, a normal girl's normal reaction would be to scream in surprise, then run away in a coquettish way.

But instead of running away, Abigail's eyes lit up and she cautiously took a few steps closer to the location where the mage crashed.

"Who are you……?"

Abigail asked curiously.

"I...you, dad, you...I...oh shit!"

The mage, who was usually good at quarreling, was as clumsy as a moron at the moment, stammering incoherently and unable to formulate a complete sentence of "I am actually your real father" for a long time.

Abigail shrank her neck, as if she was frightened by the mage.

Yi Lin couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't bear to let the mage face such an important moment alone. He quietly came nearby, coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Abigail, why don't you go home? Are you talking to me again?" Mom had a fight?"

"Uncle Farmer!" Yi Lin had a good impression of Caroline's family of three. Abigail was not wary of Yi Lin and smiled: "No, Dad said he wanted to chat with Mom in the room. It would be a little loud and he asked me to come out and play.”

Yi Lin and the mage looked at each other, speechless.

Abigail kicked the snow around her feet, lowered her head and said, "But let me tell you quietly, mommy doesn't like chatting with daddy the most. She said daddy can't continue chatting for two minutes. It's really boring."

Yi Lin silently glanced at the mage again.

The mage shook his head and glared, as if to say, it's not important, don't look at me.

Yi Lin sighed softly and decided to help the mage who was not clever with his words smooth things over.

"Abigail, this grandpa, oh no, this uncle, is helping on my farm now. He is such a nice person."

Abigail tilted her head and looked up and down, her hands trembling and her eyes shining. The unshaven Supreme Mage hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "You can't tell..."

The Supreme Mage was very hurt at the side. He picked up the cold snow and poured it into his mouth.

"If, I say if..." Yi Lin felt that her tone was like a strange uncle who coaxed an ignorant girl: "If there is a vast world outside Gugu Town, there are people who can fly and people who breathe fire. Birds, flowers spraying water, and many things you have never seen before, do you want to take a look?"

"think!"

Abigail smiled happily.

Yi Lin glanced at the mage and asked again: "What if the price is that you can never come back here again?"

Abigail was stunned. She lowered her head and thought for a moment. When she raised her head again, her eyes were bright: "Can you bring mom and dad with you?"

Yi Lin shook his head: "No."

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

Yi Lin wanted to ask anything else.

However, the Supreme Mage used his scarred hands to grasp Yi Lin'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 Yi Rin’s words.

No explanation why.

He put on his cloak and flew towards the farm in a daze.

Even his hands and feet seemed to be broken, hanging limply, allowing the cloaked man to "hang" the expressionless Supreme Mage back to the farm like a seduction.

Later, the Supreme Mage soaked in the cellar day and night and became extremely drunk.

For the rest of the winter, the Sorcerer Supreme seemed to turn into a wine barrel.

Never left the cellar.

Until,

The spring of the third year.

"The third year, a new spring."

Yi Lin stretched and walked out of the room at six o'clock in the morning as usual.

The Supreme Mage, who had been working as a wine barrel for several days, actually woke up today.

He was currently in front of the mirror, trimming his beard carefully and using high-grade hair wax to carefully comb the curly hair on his head. His whole body was glowing with new brilliance.

"Figured out?"

Yi Lin came behind the Supreme Mage and asked with a smile.

"Um."

"Is this really good?"

"That's it." The corners of the Supreme Mage's mouth raised slightly, he shook his right hand, and the cloak took the initiative to be draped on his shoulders. I saw him floating slowly, his face radiant, and his whole body exuding a mysterious and elegant aura.

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

As the mage spoke, he shook and pulled his hands, and two complex magic arrays appeared out of thin air between his palms, like two small shields.

…

Since Yi Lin's assets exceeded 20 million and he was upgraded to Farm Saint, his life on the farm was basically over.

Even if he followed the rules and played casually for a year, his wine-making output alone would be more than 10 million.

To be honest, this trial is not difficult.

With a little digging in the mines, finding the right way to fish, and finding a mage to help you, you can easily pass this nightmare-level trial. It's really not too difficult.

In order not to appear so outrageous in the farmer rankings, Yi Lin began to store the wine produced in his cellar from the spring of the third year into old wine, but did not sell it, so as not to scare other people.

He has a bigger headache now.

Yi Lin walked to another luxurious house with a more spacious cellar.

Walking into the cellar, at a glance, the cellar of nearly a thousand square meters is densely packed with [Gem Copying Machines], which produce several boxes of perfect crystals every day. They are piled on the floor. Yilin's storage space has already been There's just not enough room for that many crystals.

Yi Lin didn't know what to use the extra crystals for, it was so painful.

But this is convenient for the Supreme Mage.

When he was practicing, he didn't even have to think about consumption. He just asked Mr. Cloak to go into the crystal cellar, take a bag of crystals from the pile on the ground, take out a thousand 800 kilograms of crystals, and put them in the open space of the farm to play with slowly. After tossing and turning, the Supreme Mage had a great time.

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

Both Yi Lin and the Supreme Mage have almost mastered each other's knowledge, at least in theory.

Why do you say almost?

Take Yi Lin as an example. Yi Lin knows the principles of how mages release all spells. But unlike the mage, he lacks the admiration and understanding of those high-ranking bosses. In the words of the Supreme Mage: If you want to borrow the power of big bosses such as Wei Shandi and Dormammu, you must first understand it, understand it, worship it, please it, and go deep into it. Otherwise, the big guys won’t look down on you.

Spring passes and summer solstice passes, summer passes and autumn comes.

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