It’s all a match! Everything lines up!
I told you, a kid can’t possibly have such overwhelming power!
"What do we do now? We brought soone along to raid a tomb, only to bring in the tomb owner!?" At this mont, the legendary Wizard King was in a state of panic, unsure whether he still had the ti to wait online.
They all say divh is shady, but who would have thought he could be this shady? And to top it off, he went through the motions of signing a loot-sharing contract to ensure no harm, isn’t this just an outright mockery!
No!
This entire tomb might be a mockery to the world! It’s deliberately deceiving those wizards who have ulterior motives! To be honest with oneself, the older one gets, the more mischievous they beco!
Figures from thousands of years ago... No matter how much they love to ss with people, it’s probably not over the top... Although there’s a contract of no harm, it seems like the contract didn’t specify that the Gravekeeper inside the tomb couldn’t harm them.
"This must be intentional on his part!"
At this mont, nurous thoughts surged through rlin’s mind.
No wonder he felt such panic.
This was mainly because he often transford into a child to fool others, so he couldn’t help but suspect others, fearing that he was caught in an elaborate trap.
After all, plotting against soone else’s tomb is indeed unethical, and if caught by the actual owner, there’s no excuse even if beaten to death. How could rlin not worry?
Faced with rlin’s anxious and uncertain gaze, the Little Wizard didn’t know what the other was thinking. He wasn’t intentionally hiding anything; he only found out where they were going after signing the contract.
If he told rlin that divh was just his disguise, his future self, regardless of whether rlin believed him or not, rlin definitely wouldn’t bring the Little Wizard here again. The Little Wizard felt he had his reasons for keeping it a secret, though the current situation did seem sowhat awkward.
"If I told you that War God Ares lost his mind, would you believe it? After all, he’s dead, you know, a decayed brain." Ian chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere.
"I believe you... really." rlin’s answer was firm, his emotions steady. If not for his extrely wary and uneasy expression, he seed quite sincere.
What else could he say now?
On soone else’s turf, if he said he didn’t believe, wouldn’t that just give them a reason to make a move! Again, rlin internally questioned himself, recalling when he killed the Dark Wizard using the excuse that the target stepped into a tavern with his left foot first.
The more he thought,
The more sweat appeared on rlin’s forehead.
He wasn’t worried about Ian making a move.
After all, there were restrictions imposed by the contract.
But if Ian got that gravekeeping War God’s corpse to attack, in a solo battle, rlin felt his chance of surviving till breakfast wasn’t very high.
"You don’t think I brought you here to kill you, do you?" Ian saw through the other’s unusually tense emotions, displeased that after hours of interaction, the other hadn’t understood his character.
"Uh..."
Faced with Ian’s inquiry,
rlin quickly shook his head like a rattle drum, "Of course not, you are a predecessor from millennia ago, a pioneer of the wizarding path, a towering mountain that countless wizards could never surpass. It’s impossible for you to bother with soone like who isn’t even a hundred years old... Honestly, I didn’t intend to take even a grain of sand from here."
"I just wanted to pursue the path you’ve walked..." As it turns out, even the Wizard King would disregard all sha when pushed.
What’s with the not even a hundred years old child?
Ian was utterly resigned.
What a fantastical scene.
A character introduced through textbooks, filled with flattery, displaying fear and trepidation. It’s really breaking a filter, akin to Wang ng seeing Dawn, perhaps?
Who would have expected this?
The Little Wizard certainly didn’t.
He never imagined he’d beco the insurmountable mountain rlin spoke of... A few days ago, he even ntioned rlin was the mountain.
"I wasn’t lying, I’m really only twelve years old." Ian couldn’t help but roll his eyes, correcting rlin’s slander – he was indeed a real child.
Hmm.
How should one put it?
Everyone here seems shaless, don’t they? The notion of a transmigrator apparently doesn’t account for previous ages.
"Yes, indeed, right, I know... If you say you’re twelve, then you’re twelve." rlin didn’t believe Ian at all; he’d painstakingly researched divh.
This was a figure active throughout many historical touchpoints.
Twelve years old?
To believe that,
Might as well believe that the Shadow Crow, more active in history than divh, had reford. Here the term "shadow" is descriptive, not a noun. rlin couldn’t help recalling an encounter from his childhood, noting he had spent a little more ti researching that legendary creature than divh.
"divh is my future, I thought you’d easily understand such a situation. For , this tomb hasn’t even been built yet, but it doesn’t stop and it from existing here simultaneously."
"I had a ntor who conducted similar experints, existing as multiple selves at the sa ti. Because of this, I was curious if my future self was really lying inside."
Ian organized his words, sighed, and said to rlin, "Relax, you’re very important in history, so even if I wanted to con you, I couldn’t really cause you any harm."
This was Ian’s limited understanding of destiny.
Upon hearing this,
rlin remained silent, rely lifting his gaze to look at the figure on the floating throne.
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