My summons are weird

In the carriage, old Drake dozed off.

Suddenly, with a jolt, the old Drake woke up from a light dream, his cloudy eyes finally refocused, and he found Andrew who was flipping through the books opposite him.

"Alchemy Doll Material"

This is the name of the book Andrew is holding.

The old Drake didn't speak, he glanced at Andrew quietly for a while, then closed his eyes, recalling the meeting with Lu Yu.

Before the visit, he already believed in Lu Yu's status as a nobleman, and the reason why he made a big detour was to get the experiences he talked about.

He is too old, maybe the next sun will rise and the moon will set, and he will sleep forever.

Looking at the vast land when I was young, I shouted that I would conquer and explore it.

As time goes by, the young man at that time is now full of white hair and a stooped body.

"If I want to become stronger, I will be able to go further on this land."

Young Drake told himself so.

Therefore, at the first level, he felt that it was safer to start at the second level.

At the second level, he worried about the long journey and lack of strength, so he worked hard to climb to the third level.

When a person reaches middle age, with responsibilities on his shoulders, power in his hands, and the compliments and flattery of countless people, the desire to go out also fades.

Now that death is getting closer and closer, the old Drake dreams back at midnight, and he can always think of when he was young standing on a hill and looking into the distance, and his heart was surging.

When did that surging and impulsiveness die?

Old Drake couldn't answer it himself.

Now I heard that someone came over many hardships and recorded materials from many places, and the childhood impulse struck again.

He could no longer leave this land, but he was able to let his thoughts go away for a short time, and travel to those unheard of countries.

Whether it was a real experience or a story didn't matter to him.

In the Kingdom of Yas, the stories told by the best bards are not about dragon slaying, but old-fashioned cool stories about killing goblins.

Old Drake has been listening to this kind of stories since he was a child, and he is also listening to the establishment of the Yas Kingdom. Today, the poets who sell stories in the street, tavern, and market are still singing similar tunes and telling similar stories with a small harp in their hands. .

But people still like to hear it.

The public still likes the story of a hero slaying a dragon with a sharp blade, because the blood boils.

The public still likes the article about clearing the Goblin Dungeon by one person and recovering the Eastern Territory for the Kingdom of Yas, because it is inspiring.

Fantasy is a cheap experience for people to leave their bodies for a short time and experience another life. At that moment, their souls are free.

Old Drake liked fantasy too, but no story could carry his soul far.

So far, only a few outstanding dramatists have been able to describe the different scenery beyond the open borders of the three surrounding countries.

The rest of the people, what they write is just another "reprint" of their known world, which is neither new nor exciting, but rather like those different dragon slaying stories, depicting one Yas kingdom after another .

Until Lu Yu appeared.

He brings new stories, unheard-of experiences, and... a whole new place that has been at the end of the old Drake's travel dreams, but can no longer be reached in person.

The aged Drake smiled.

Whether it is true or not, he doesn't care if there is any doubt.

"As long as I am happy... what do the nobles think, and what does it matter to me?"

Noble gentlemen can be willful, but I, a magician, can't be willful?

There is not much difference between an elderly magician and an ordinary old man. At this point in time, he can't restrain his sleepiness no matter what.

But this time before going to bed, he didn't stop Andrew from reading the books made by the puppet.

He thought of himself, the one who always wanted to wait until he had the ability to pursue his dreams, but brought his dreams to the grave, and could only listen to stories for comfort.

…

Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand holding the teacup trembled for a while.

Old Drake took his word for it, and has been referring to himself by the title of Marquis since halfway through.

The hanging heart can be put down, and I can be regarded as having a certain identity in the country of Yas.

Lulutis also breathed a sigh of relief, she was very worried that Lu Yu's words would be exposed just now.

Now that she got the old Drake's promise and her identity was fulfilled, Lulutis couldn't help complaining about Lu Yu.

Lulutis suggested before that Lu Yu should use several national templates he knew.

Whether it is the Holy Kingdom of Yinfeng or the Solon Empire, they are all ready-made locations, and she can describe everything Lu Yu needs in great detail.

However, Lu Yu didn't accept it. The reason was that he couldn't memorize so many things in a short time, and he might remember them in confusion, which would lead to self-defeating.

Compared with the present, it is obviously better to use the content that I have played games and watched various film and television works that have left a deep impact. At least when chatting, the memory in my mind will slowly recover and I can describe it smoothly.

Moreover, the stories Lu Yu told actually filled the vacancy in the imagination of the people in the land of Yas to the outside world.

Using some unheard of experiences that are completely beyond their imagination to prove that they really came from a distant country and that they are not liars is far more credible than telling stories that fit their reality and that anyone can make up.

It sounds ridiculous, but in this case, it was true.

Having said that, Lu Yu thought of one thing.

"Lulutis, I flipped through the books here, and saw a lot of records of monsters' belief in the 'devil god'."

"I wanted to ask you before, is there really a god in this world?"

The two tentacles of Lulutis spread out in a humanized way.

"Who knows, I haven't seen it anyway."

"Not only me, but also the rabbit from the Yinfeng Holy Church. It is said that none of the holy sons and saintess they elect every year who believe in the God of Radiance have ever received the 'oracle' of the God of Radiance."

"Let me believe it, then make him look holy?"

There is such a legend about the formation of the God of Glory worshiped by the Yinfeng Holy Church.

Before the founding of the Holy Church of Silver Maple, a heavy rain destroyed the river embankment, and countless farmlands were flooded.

The torrential rain has plunged the people into deep despair. If the weather does not clear again, the harvest will drop sharply in the coming year, and the famine will enter the countdown stage.

Suddenly one of the panicked people fell to his knees, and while shouting loudly, give us light, he kowtowed his head with a "bang bang".

When the man kowtowed until his head was bleeding, the crowd seemed to feel the call of some kind of power, and they all imitated the man's movements, kowtowed neatly, prayed, and called for the light to come.

Miraculously speaking, the rain gradually stopped, and a slit appeared in the gloomy sky, casting a beam of light on the distant land, which just happened to shine on a silver maple tree.

After the heavy rain, rumors spread that the God of Radiance saved the people.

The lord who originally ruled the surrounding areas took advantage of the opportunity to join the people, publicized the achievements of the God of Radiance, and based on this, he recruited believers, and finally established the Holy Kingdom of Yinfeng.

Whether God exists or not, Lulutis personally is skeptical.

Because the rabbit friend of Yinfeng Shengjiao Kingdom, as a saint, laughed and complained to her about his own god, and it was under the statue of Yinfeng God!

This disrespectful attitude really shocked Lulutis, who had just advanced to the sixth-level magician at that time.

She was very much looking forward to the God of Radiance punishing the jumping rabbit a little bit, even if he didn't punish him, he could still use the beam of light he cast to make the rabbit realize that he was still a saint , You must have basic piety and respect for your own gods.

However, Lulutis didn't see the punishment, and the sky was cloudless, so there was no possibility that a thunderbolt would strike the rabbit and make her cry.

What made Lulutis speechless even more was that when she became a seventh-level magician, Rabbit successfully moved from the saint to the position of the God of Glory.

This made Lulutis even more convinced that there are no gods in this world.

Because the rabbit performed a show of stealing the tribute of the Great God of Radiance, right in front of the statue of Yinfeng, in front of Lulutis.

At that time, Rabbit invited Lulutis to eat with him very politely, and said that he would not eat it for nothing anyway, the God of Guanghui had never eaten it, and it would be a waste of food to let it go...

Lulutis looked up at the sky, it was another cloudless day.

Lulutis didn't see God's punishment until the rabbit finished eating the offered fruit, drank a glass of fruit wine dedicated to the God of Radiance, and had a full stomach.

It can make people like Rabbit mix from a saint to a god's choice, and then steal tributes in front of the statue of Lord Yinfeng without getting angry, and even the oracle won't come...

If the God of Radiance really wants to exist, then his belly should be pretty big?

It should be said that Lulutis' current apathy, and even the habit of questioning the gods behind all beliefs, are all due to the sequelae left by that rabbit.

After listening, Lu Yu covered his forehead.

"You said before that you have no friends, right... Why do I think this 'rabbit' is actually your friend?"

"It's okay, such a friend is quite... um..." Lu Yu thought hard, looking for an adjective that fit this big guy.

"It's quite... personality, right personality." Lu Yu clapped his hands, "It's okay, we are familiar with each other, it's not shameful for you to have such a friend, besides, he treats you well."

"Look, people who steal tributes don't forget to ask you to join them."

"Who is her friend!" Lulutis hurriedly retorted, reaching out her tentacles, about to tie Lu Yu.

Lu Yu dodges and hides.

Seeing that Lulutis was in such a hurry, he figured it out.

Emotional Lulutis is not really a widowed girl, at least she still has a friend she can talk to.

It's just that this friend's style of doing things... is extraordinarily detached from the world?

So much so that Lulutis was ashamed to mention her.