Chapter 665 - I’m a Demigod (2/2)
Roland nodded. “I just looked at them, and each of these ghosts has decent strength, which means that this is a terrifying army of ghost professionals, and once the royal family is in danger, I guess that’s the time to release them.”
Stephanie froze for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands lightly. “Not bad for an ancestor, thinking about the long term.” “But this still doesn’t solve the problem of the infested area in your spiritual world.” Roland looked at the necklace placed in the magic array. “This thing is the eye of the array, and for a long time, it has been providing the magic array energy. Also, ordinary people can’t take it out-the magic array comes with a protection function-I guess the Third Prince just couldn’t enter the magic array, which is why he returned empty-handed. But I’m curious, if this magic necklace is not a thousand years old, it’s at least a hundred years old, right? Even the energy of the magic brick would be used up by supplying such a large magic array. How is it still supplying energy now?”
Stephanie showed an apologetic expression.
The magic theories that even Roland didn’t know about, she couldn’t possibly recognize. “I’ll check it out.”
Roland’s curiosity as a Mage was piqued. He spread out his mental threads and reached out toward the eye of the magic array. Soon, a dozen mental threads were tied to the magic necklace in the middle. Upon contact, one could feel a constant flow of magic from the magic necklace—not a large outflow, not much at all, but something was wrong for it to have been flowing like that for hundreds, even thousands of years.
Roland’s mental strands reached into the magic necklace and soon found something peculiar.
This magic necklace came with a small spiritual world.
And the magic flowed from this small spiritual world.
Roland’s mental threads didn’t hesitate to drill a hole in the exterior of the small world and poke inside.
Then the image in his mind flashed, and he found himself standing on a desolate red land.
In front of Roland, an old man was sitting, wearing a crown.
And farther away, there was a huge, walking, winged devil.
He was two times larger than all the walking winged devils Roland had seen in the Realm of Devils.
Even on all fours, the upper half of its human body was at least six meters tall.
The walking winged devil had a rather painful expression, and it kept bleeding green blood, which was still gurgling and bubbling onto the ground before it gushed into the strata and disappeared.
Is the magic outflow… because of this?
Roland set his sights on the old man.
The old man wearing the crown was lost in thought, looking into the distance. Then he seemed to feel Roland’s gaze but didn’t turn his head and simply spoke, “Lur… na… you still want to fight… me…?”
He spoke in a hesitant voice as if he hadn’t spoken in so long that he didn’t even know how to say the words anymore.
Roland answered, “I am not Lurna. Old man, who are you?”
When the old man heard Roland’s words, his entire body shook, and then he slowly twisted his head. His eyes, which had almost been completely deadened and lost, came back to
life.
“Oh my goddess, it’s actually a young outsider.”
He looked at Roland with fervent eyes and gradually stood up. “I can’t believe it.” Roland noticed that this old man seemed to be on the verge of tears.
Why’s he so excited? He subconsciously took a few steps back.
Watching Roland back away, the old man became anxious. “Don’t go, don’t go. I don’t mean to hurt you, come and talk to me. I haven’t talked to a normal person in over seven hundred years.”
Roland turned his head to look nearby at the bound and “sleeping” walking winged devil on the ground!
“Old man, who are you?”
“I am the seventh king of Fareins.” The old man squared his golden crown. “King Payne the Lionheart.”
“Payne’s legendary necklace…” “I made it.” He waved his hand and a round table and chairs appeared between the two, followed by some fruit wine, and pastries. “Young man, tell me, how are things outside
now?”
“The country of Fareins is still the most powerful.” Roland sat down on the chair and said, “The country is very peaceful now.”
“Has the country expanded yet?”
“Not sure.”
“How can you not know that?” asked King Payne, clearly anxious. “It’s not like I’m from Fareins.” Roland smiled. “Besides, there’s no continuous historical record of the royal family. I have no idea how big the country of Fareins was a few hundred years ago.”
“North to Froststar Kingdom, west to the Elven Forest, and south to the Red Sea of Orcs.” old Payne smiled smugly. “Most of it I conquered.”
“That’s not even close.” Roland thought about it and said, “I guess it’s only a third of what it was in your day.”
“Rubbish, unfilial, useless things.” Old Payne was so angry that his beard curled up as he heard this. “Was it easy for me to conquer so much land? I would have been called emperor soon if the Church of Light hadn’t screwed things up… By the way, how is the Church of Light doing now?”
“Same as the Fareins Kingdom, relatively balanced.”
Old Payne breathed in relief. “That’s good, that’s good.”
“Old king, you actually conquered such a large territory, so I guess you must be good at governing the country and fighting wars,” said Roland.
“All average.” Old Payne smiled smugly. “I’m best at magic. Back then the second strongest Mage was me, the Demigod Payne, King Payne the Lionheart. Every time I fought, I hurled fifty fire meteors at the same time. Not many people could stand up to it, ha ha hahaha!”
Demigod!
Roland was surprised.
Looking at Roland’s expression, old Payne felt even vainer, and his laughter became even more arrogant.
Roland couldn’t help but ask, “So, who was number one?”
“Mystra!” Payne’s smile instantly lost half its brightness. “That twat, who is younger than me, only took thirty years to surpass me. This world is so unfair.”
Roland felt that he was being overshadowed. Payne had reached Demigod and still said that the world was unfair.
How many people in the Red Tower of Magic had a lifetime goal of becoming a Legend? Demigod was too much for them to even think about. Legends like Alfred, who thought that they would definitely have no chance of reaching Demigod in the remaining tens or hundreds of years of their lives, although they were smiling on the surface, they felt despair on the inside.
“That’s too modest of you, old king, it’s too much.” Roland felt like he was being overpowered in magic talent for the first time.
It felt odd.
Old Payne laughed. “It’s fine. I’ll teach you a few tricks to quickly build up your magic cap, and even if you can’t be as amazing as me, you definitely won’t be worse than other geniuses.”
Roland’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Oh? Old man, please do tell.”
“The first method is…” Old Payne was about to recount his experience when he suddenly remembered something. “Wait, I almost forgot, who are you?”
“Roland. A member of the Red Magic Tower.”
“The Red Magic Tower?” Old Payne shook his head. “Never heard of it. How did you get into the Fareins royal tomb? You are an outsider; are you a tomb raider?” “I’m a Mage, not a tomb raider.”
“Heh, you think I’m not a Mage?” Old Payne looked contemptuous. “The more powerful a Mage is, the more he likes to raid tombs. There is a lot of knowledge of the past in these places, and if you can find books or records on magic, you’ll be rich. And most of the ancient books are only readable by powerful Mages who know Language Proficiency, so generally speaking, Mages are the ones who like to raid tombs the most.”
Roland felt he had a good point and couldn’t argue with it.
“Forget it. Do me a small favor, and I’ll teach you the skill of building up your magic cap.”
“Please go ahead.” Roland stood up. “Just don’t ask me to kill and slay gods.”