Sui Xiong's plan was executed very well, and no one disturbed Damwade's work.
As usual, he appeared in the study, the research room, and the farmland, fiddling with the dirty things that ordinary mages would never touch, and doing what mages regarded as "self-abasement."
In fact, some people had doubts about him, but after observing him for a while, they found that Damwade's behavior was indeed no different from his usual behavior, so they gave up.
Was Damwade's approach really the same as usual?
Generally speaking, it was almost the same. His research was still the same, and there was no special change. But if anyone read his research notes, they would find that, unlike the previous messy records, his current notes were clear and clear, and the words were orderly, but the content didn't match the actual research. Instead, it seemed that he was summarizing his own research results.
This was the method that Crick had decided on after discussing with him, and it could be the most effective way to "deceive everyone."
It was a matter of course for a mage to write notes when he was researching. No matter how resourceful the spies were, it was impossible for them to peek at Damwade's notes — besides, it was useless to peek at them, because they couldn't understand them.
In fact, Damwade was in the process of compiling a book which he had named the Book of Agriculture.
Because of his excitement, he now prepared some calming spells for himself in addition to the routine protection spells every day, so as to ensure that he wouldn't lose control of his emotions and laugh out loud when he was compiling the book, so as to ensure that he wouldn't give himself away.
Therefore, his current appearance was roughly that of an ordinary mage who was silent and focused on research. Except for the strange content of his research, there was nothing special, and it was not worthy of suspicion at all.
About a month later, Damwade finished the first draft.
"No." After reading his first draft, Crick shook his head and criticized, "You've written this book in the wrong direction."
"In the wrong direction?" Damwade picked up the manuscript in confusion and turned it over. "What's wrong?"
He really didn't understand. He had clearly compiled his research results and his understanding of agriculture over the years, so how could it be wrong?
"There are at least two obvious mistakes in your book." Crick sighed and said, "The first mistake is that there is a lack of priority, and the content is messy."
"Ah? I feel that I'm already writing a summary … "
"That's' what you think '." Crick shook his head and said, "When you read this book, you are standing in your own shoes, not standing in the shoes of a reader who doesn't understand agriculture. So you omit a lot of things that you think are completely unnecessary, and skip over a lot of things that you think are almost common sense. This is a mistake that professional scholars often make. The younger generation of mages who have obtained the magical notes of the great predecessors often find the notes of their predecessors to be like heavenly books. Obviously, they can understand every word, but when they connect the words together, it becomes inexplicable. Of course, this book of yours is not that serious. I believe that most mages will be able to understand it, but you have to know that in the future, those who will be reading and learning this book will only be those who have a rough understanding of literature! "
Only then did Damwade realize where he had gone wrong. He opened his mouth wide and looked enlightened.
"The second mistake is in your grammar," said Crick. "Can ordinary people understand your grammar?"
"Eh? Isn't it easy to understand? "
"Easy to understand?" Crick sighed and randomly found a paragraph to read. "The method of setting ridges, or five by three, or three by two, must be uneven, Gai Qianbai is uneven, the flow of the canal is specific … What do you think of this paragraph?"
"It's very clear."
"… To be honest, I also think it's clear, but I bet those readers who have a rough understanding of literature won't think so." Crick sighed. "You have to know that this book of yours is not for scholars to exchange and observe, but for ordinary people to learn and guide them on how to farm!"
Damwade blinked and looked confused. "Then how should I write it?"
Crick thought for a moment and said, "Just like this paragraph, you can write 'The method of making ridges in the field needs to divide the land into strips, high and low. There shouldn't be the same number of high and low places, there should be a difference. The high places are called ridges, and the low places are like small ditches, which can be used for watering and fertilizing '… That's roughly it. I've also added a little bit of the content at the back. "
"These words … are simply insulting!" Damwade was stunned for a long time, and finally murmured to himself, "Not to mention spellcasters, even bards won't write so crudely … If I really write like this, I'm not sure if I can become a god, but I'll definitely become a laughing stock …"
Although he said so, he finally made the right choice.
"Isn't it just that the article has to be crude? Isn't it just embarrassing to be seen by scholars and spellcasters? In order to become a god, I'm going all out! "he said fiercely." Losing face can give me a chance to become a god. Why can't I understand it? What's there for me to be unreasonable! If others knew about it, not only would it be embarrassing, even if they wanted him to walk around without clothes all day, they would be willing to do it. Maybe they could fill up the whole Void City … What's there for me to be embarrassed about? What's there for me to be embarrassed about? Who would think that a god is embarrassing! "
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He clenched his fists, and his eyes were shining again. Once again, he fell into fanaticism.
Crick was secretly amused, but he couldn't help but sigh.
Damwade was a representative of ordinary wizards. In fact, he was quite talented. He had become a middle-level wizard in his early thirties, which was not bad. However, in the Mifata Federation, where geniuses were everywhere, he had no background and no connections, so he had no room for development. He had no choice but to become a mercenary and seek a long-term contract in order to continue his research.
Then, he was hired by Crick and worked quietly in the Keene Territory for more than ten years. During these ten years, he worked hard without complaint. No matter what orders Crick issued, he would obediently carry them out, and never haggled. Even if it was something as disgraceful as "helping with farming," he never refused.
After Crick's death, he came to Void City to avoid disaster. He no longer studied anything related to explosions, but buried himself in agriculture, which he had paid attention to in the past. He did this for more than ten years. Back then, he could barely be considered a young man, but now his hair was mostly white, and he had just stepped into the high-level.
How could such an ordinary wizard not be excited when faced with the opportunity to become a god? How could he not be fanatical?
It was remarkable enough that Damwade could keep his composure in ordinary times.
Thinking of this, he smiled and patted Damwade on the shoulder. "Calm down, you are too excited."
"Don't worry. His Majesty is messy about small things, but he is very reliable when it comes to big things. If he says you have the opportunity to become a god, then you do. And not only do you 'have' it, but the chance is very big! In the past, everyone who was said by him in this way later became a god. "
Damwade closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he could calm himself down again.
"You are right. I am too excited. I am sorry."
"What is there to be sorry about? Anyone in your situation will be excited, and it is abnormal not to be excited. "
Damwade's eyes lit up and he asked, "So in those days … the great educator (the God of Knowledge) and the compassionate doctor (the God of Medicine) were also like this?"
Crick choked. "I really don't know about this. Wait a minute, let me ask."
In fact, he certainly didn't need to ask. He and Sui were originally one, and their memories were also interconnected, so he only needed to recall a little bit.
But he couldn't say that. Fortunately, Holy Spirits and gods could contact each other at any time, so it wouldn't take much time to "ask."
After a few seconds, he smiled and said, "When the God of Knowledge learned that he could become a god, he was also very excited and swore allegiance to His Majesty on the spot. The God of Medicine even went into seclusion directly. He didn't even have time to eat or change his clothes. He didn't even find a suitable place for seclusion, but directly went into seclusion in the research room. "
"Well, in comparison, you are probably a little more excited than the God of Knowledge, but much better than the God of Medicine."
Damwade was silent for a while and showed a reassuring smile.
"It is a wonderful experience to be compared with the two great gods," he said. "But I don't know why my mood suddenly calmed down."
"Because you know you can succeed," Crick said. "When a person can be sure that the direction he is going leads to the right end, his mood will naturally be calmer."
"To be honest … actually, I'm not sure." Damwade smiled bitterly. "I still find it a little hard to believe that just by summarizing an agricultural teaching material and promoting it, I can get enough resources for me to become a god?"
"If it's just you doing it, of course not," Crick said. "But if it's the Church of the Void Mask and the churches of His Majesty's allies who jointly promote this matter, there's at least an 80% chance of success."
"An 80% chance? So high? "
"In fact, I still underestimated it. Unless you are beheaded and ambushed before you succeed in becoming a god, there should be a 90% chance of success. The last 10% is that you mustn't be too excited and fall sick. "
Damwade couldn't help laughing. "I haven't seen you for so many years, sir, but you're still so funny!"
"I've died once. What else can't I get over? When people get over it, they'll naturally be more relaxed and more funny. "Crick also laughed." You know the Celebration Youth, right? That Happy God. I also talk and laugh with him. "
"… Go on and brag!"
"Haha, how can you be so smart! I was just bragging and you've seen through me … "
The two chatted and laughed for a while before Crick said goodbye and then turned into a light and disappeared.
Almost at the same time he disappeared, in a house not far from where Damwade lived, a mage looked at the flashing crystal ball in front of him and smiled.
"This guy Crick Keane seems to want to make a move after being quiet for too long. I wonder what he wants to do this time?"
"What else can he do? It's nothing more than the matter of his territory, "a warrior next to him said." He has no children, and the only heir to the family is his sister. Back then, he risked his life to keep his sister safe and protect the inheritance of the Keane family. Now he's jumped out again. What else can he do besides that matter? "
"Hasn't the situation of the Keane territory been quite good these years?" Another mage said. "Although it hasn't reproduced the previous great harvest, and compared to his rapid development in those years, it has been steadily improving. I remember … just this year, the Grand Duke of Thunder issued an order to promote the Keane territory to a viscount. His sister, Anna Keane, is now a female viscount. "
"That order doesn't have any good intentions!" The warrior was the leader of this group of spies. Upon hearing this, he sneered and said, "The responsibility that a viscount has to bear is completely different from that of a baron! Do you know how much wealth the Keane territory has offered as a reward for this promotion? "
He looked at the bewildered faces of his subordinates, stretched out his hand, and gestured a number. "This number!"
"Oh my god!"
"My god!"
"How nice it would be to give this money to me!"
"I suspect that the reason why he, who has been hiding behind the scenes as a Holy Spirit and training the Oracle Army for His Majesty the Void Mask, suddenly appeared is probably because of this matter." There was a flash of light in the eyes of the warrior. "Otherwise, why would a Holy Spirit appear instead of hiding?"
The subordinates nodded one after another, all agreeing with his judgment.
"But I still don't understand, why would he contact this useless Damwade?" The warrior thought for a moment, then frowned and said, "Damwade, this guy … After the big explosion of the Keane territory, he fled overnight to Void City. Everyone speculated that he had something to do with the explosion, and many people had their eyes on him. But after so many years, he has always been dealing with mud, crops, garbage, feces, and so on. The people he usually knows are mostly farmers, at most a few low-level civil officials … The big explosion that year seems to have nothing to do with him … "
"Ah? Really nothing to do with it? " The mage in charge of surveillance was shocked and cried out involuntarily, "Then aren't we wasting time?"
Unlike others, this group of spies came for the earth-shattering big explosion of the Keane territory that year. The power of the big explosion was appalling. Many people speculated that Krieg Keane had found a way to detonate the curse of divine power in his body, but some people also thought that Damwade had developed some powerful explosive. If not, why did Damwade go to the Void Playground in the middle of the night?
So, someone had their eyes on him. But in the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed, and Damwade had no intention of researching explosives at all. Instead, he was doing demeaning things like farmers in the Keane territory. Gradually, the spies also gave up and left one after another. In the end, only this group was left.
If Damwade really had nothing to do with the explosion, their group would probably have to retreat.
For the spies, it was good to be able to retreat safely, but it would be a pity to waste all these years of time! More than ten years, how many more years could one have in life!
The captain was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm still not sure … Or, I'm still not satisfied! I always feel that he must know something, but he has decided to bury those secrets at the bottom of his heart, and follow me into the coffin … "
"What a pity! If we weren't in Void City, we could have captured him and tortured him, even if we used magic to extract his soul for interrogation … "
"If we weren't in Void City, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been our turn to do this job," another mage said faintly.
The captain laughed involuntarily, "You're right, we're not big shots. If there were really that kind of free credit, how could it have been our turn!"
He clapped his hands to let his subordinates pay attention, "Anyway, don't relax, continue to keep an eye on Damwade. I believe that as long as we keep an eye on him, we'll find clues sooner or later! "
"I have a strong hunch that things will never end like this!" There was a cold gleam in his eyes, "The appearance of Krieg Keane this time is a sign!"
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