Tang Shidao didn't suspect that Scholar Wen was trying to trick him.
He didn't need to do so, and he wouldn't be so stupid. Although Scholar Wen had been imprisoned for more than forty thousand years, he would definitely find out about him when he returned to the Mage Net library. With the speed of information on the Mage Net, he would know as soon as he inquired. Not being able to use spells was equivalent to a "forbidden" contract, and this kind of contract was far from enough to trick him. For example, his Orc friend Man Roar, whose plane was forbidden spells, what danger could there be?
If Scholar Wen really wanted to trick him, he wouldn't be so stupid as to use a forbidden contract.
More surprisingly.
The scarecrow mentioned the word "restricted information."
There was indeed a restriction on information on the Mage Net, just like exchanging spells, not everyone could read it. This information was usually requested by the person, not restricted by the Mage Net. In other words, this restriction on information was requested by the Mad God himself, or the Mage after him. Moreover, this restriction had never been lifted. Even the current Scholar Wen had retained this restriction.
There was bound to be some abnormalities in a planar world that restricted information.
No one would cause trouble for themselves for no reason.
Tang Shidao wasn't surprised that information on Scholar Wen's plane world was restricted. There was no need for any other reason, the word "Mad God" was abnormal. Some people, even if they were dead, still couldn't be ignored … The Mad God was such a person.
The scarecrow said that information was restricted, and the threshold for the right to know must be very high.
Think about it.
At least the level of the Astral Queen, or the Chancellor of the White House, could know. Other Mages didn't know that the Mad God had been in that plane. Even if someone knew before, the relevant information must have been deleted later. The purpose of restricting information was to prevent outsiders from inquiring. This was requested by the Mage himself, and the Mage Net wasn't biased.
The contract was established, and Scholar Wen asked Tang Shidao to wait for half a day.
To be honest.
It was Tang Shidao's first time receiving such a "dawdling" invitation. Mages did things very simply, and most of them were spells. The scarecrow's "teleportation" was also designated by the plane Mage himself, and he could go wherever he wanted. Under normal circumstances, there was no need to wait to enter the plane.
After half a day, Scholar Wen sent another message.
After Tang Shidao disappeared and reappeared, he was already by a deserted sewage river.
"I'm really sorry for making you wait, Saint Tang." Scholar Wen still looked like an old man, but he was wearing an old suit and a pair of black glasses. He looked like a modern scholar. Without waiting for Tang Shidao to speak, Scholar Wen said, "We'll talk about the gratitude later. In order to avoid trouble, please cooperate. I'll call you Little Tang. You're a distant relative of mine. "
"Alright. You're a senior, so you don't have to thank me. "Tang Shidao looked at the tall buildings in the distance. He knew in his heart that this was a civilization of the Internet era.
At this moment.
The first thing he noticed was not the civilization level of the planet, but a very dangerous smell.
Energy!
Unstable energy!
It felt like it was a demon trapped in a mirror, and the mirror was cracked. This' danger 'could appear at any time, and even he himself could not estimate its threat level. Even with the unlimited magic power of the Yuanzu Mysterious Body, Tang Shidao still felt that this energy was extremely lethal.
"You can feel it?" Scholar Wen was about to thank him when he saw Tang Shidao's appearance and was surprised again.
"Yes, I'm a human cultivator."
"Oh … I heard that you were a human cultivator, but I didn't expect you to be at this level. Sorry, time was too short, and I didn't prepare anything. When I go back to the Mage Network, I'll definitely reward you. Well, casting spells is prohibited here. I think you already know why. I talked to Mr. Scarecrow, and he said that I don't have to hide it from you. This energy was actually left behind by His Excellency the Mad God before he left. "
"I guessed as much."
"It's good that you know. Well, let's go this way and talk. The smell of this river is suffocating. "Scholar Wen gestured and the two walked to the side of the road in the distance.
Slowly.
The two walked back to the bustling city side by side.
"Little Tang, first of all, don't use spells here, including zero-cost spells. As long as there are spells, this place will become more and more dangerous. If … Well, if you're in mortal danger, you can resurrect and leave. I won't hold you accountable or confirm the arrest warrant of the Mage Network. "Scholar Wen explained in advance.
"I understand. Don't worry, I won't use spells. "Tang Shidao knew that this place was already in a 'Mirror Fracture' state.
If spells were used carelessly, it could collapse at any time.
Seeing Scholar Wen's appearance, Tang Shidao was sure that he wouldn't use spells and would only stay in the state of an ordinary person.
"Let me pick out some key points to explain."
"Okay."
"First, this is a restricted public area. Its time is synchronized with the Mage Network. Although it's public, this place is different from the Light Spirit Continent. To be clear, this' restriction 'only allows Mr. Scarecrow to enter freely. Everyone else needs to be invited. You know, if something happens here, only Mr. Scarecrow can handle it. "
"Okay." Tang Shidao nodded.
"Second, this place needs to be highly confidential. Except for a few people, there are less than ten mages who know that this is His Excellency the Mad God's hometown. Speaking of which, I don't know if this place is important or not. I've been living carefully. I only cultivate on the Mage Network, and I have some unexpected help. However, I'm not very interested in cultivation, so I mainly do leisure. Personally, I prefer academic things. "
"Okay." Tang Shidao listened quietly and didn't interrupt.
"Third, my imprisonment was an accident. Old Goat Duke didn't know that I was a mage from the Mad God Plane. I'm not a Saint Realm mage yet. Because I came to the Super Magic Academy to study, I was unintentionally captured. There are many people in the void who like to capture mages. After I came back, I asked my friends. That was really an accident and had nothing to do with His Excellency the Mad God. "
"Okay." Tang Shidao thought that Yao Ji was one of the three resurrection masters. Old Goat Duke didn't even know her. It would be strange if he knew … He wasn't the Mad God.
"Fourth …" Scholar Wen liked this way of speaking. It was like a teacher teaching a lesson. "I don't know what His Excellency the Mad God left behind, and I didn't look for it. Mr. Scarecrow said that he wasn't allowed to directly participate in the Mage Plane's missions, and he wasn't allowed to take anything from the Mage Plane. Therefore, he could only guard it like this. Perhaps he would only act when the Mad God Plane collapsed. "
"Okay." Tang Shidao knew what he was trying to say. He didn't have anything on him, and he wasn't interested.
"Fifth, I don't mind people looking for His Excellency the Mad God's relics. In contrast, I hope that this plane is safe and stable. If there is someone who can solve this problem, I will gladly help them. However, you can't use magic. This place is already very dangerous. If magic attacks come, I don't know how terrifying the consequences will be. "
"Okay." Tang Shidao still replied softly.
"It's good that you understand. Sixth, I'll say something else. Actually, this planet is just more like the place I used to live in. It's not my original home. I've been imprisoned for forty thousand years, and this plane has also been through forty thousand years. Before I came back, I checked. My home was already destroyed by the flames of war. There are only a few groups of people hiding underground. There are less than a few thousand of them. Therefore, I can't go back. My identity is different. "
"Okay. This place has good technology. How do you live? "
"I'm a teacher, a language teacher. Little Tang, you know that even if we don't use magic, we can still cheat. "Scholar Wen was really cheerful, as if he was already used to this kind of life.
It was hard to imagine that a person who had been tortured for tens of thousands of years could still have such a peaceful attitude.
In Tang Shidao's eyes.
Scholar Wen had a feeling that 'nothing matters'. Vaguely, he had seen through all right and wrong. Even as a mage, he had no arrogance at all. He just quietly lived as an ordinary person.
Next.
Scholar Wen said a lot of things.
For example, this was a capitalistic country similar to the Western world. There was also a feeling that money was king. He chose to live here because there were the most illegal immigrants here. And as long as a person was valuable, the government basically didn't care where you came from. On the contrary, if you had no value, you could be kicked out even if you came in legally.
Teachers, doctors, chefs, programmers, and other professions were basically not investigated.
Scholar Wen also mentioned his future life.
If there were no accidents, in twenty years or so, he would have to find a scarecrow to live on another planet. Because his appearance wouldn't change and he wouldn't age for twenty years, this was likely to lead to an investigation. It wasn't that Scholar Wen was afraid of the power of the government, but that he didn't want to use magic, so he tried not to cause trouble. Tang Shidao only saw this kind of lifestyle like an elephant walking on a tightrope.
The danger wasn't civilization or political power, but the unknown energy left behind by the Mad God.
"If you're interested in the legacy of His Excellency the Mad God, you'd better get a relatively legal identity. If you want to go to another planet, I can discuss with the scarecrow and directly accompany you there and then return here. As long as you don't use magic, nothing else matters. "Scholar Wen didn't say this for the first time. There should be other insiders who had done this.
Obviously, there was no result.
"Okay." Tang Shidao just nodded.
He didn't want to say too much. He also knew that Scholar Wen didn't want to hear too much. He was a person who felt a little 'aloof from worldly affairs' and was only immersed in his own academic world.
After walking for two hours.
Tang Shidao finally saw how 'down and out' Scholar Wen was.
When he treated him to a meal in a restaurant, the waiter complained that the tip was too small. He wanted to buy a suit for himself, but he was refused entry because his clothes were untidy. When he shopped in a secondhand mall, even the thief on the lookout was despised. When he returned to his shabby rented apartment, the fat woman urged him to pay the rent again.
Tang Shidao was speechless … How long has it been since I saved you, and you're already owing rent?
As a Mage who owns an entire plane, you actually owe rent?
A spell.
A piece of material.
As long as Scholar Wen used a little bit of magic power, he could immediately become a rich man. Of course, this might also cause some small trouble. But he, as a Mage, could definitely handle it. Why didn't he do it? Tang Shidao could understand. As long as you had the idea of 'going slightly out of line,' your bottom line would be lower and lower. For example, since you could use a spell, you could use it a second time, a third time, a fourth time, and then countless times.
Scholar Wen was very restrained and knew that he couldn't do this.
Speaking of which, he didn't lack enjoyment.
Leaving the Mad God Plane and going to the plane of a friend on the Mage Network, or the Light Spirit Continent, as a Mage, he wouldn't lack enjoyment. The rare thing was that Scholar Wen wasn't swayed at all when he was despised by the restaurant waiter, driven out by the fashion store, and asked for money by the landlord … He could really become a rich man with a stretch of his hand, but he just wasn't moved.
Tang Shidao seemed to see The White Beauty's perseverance, so he didn't want to waste his magic power to summon the Shadow of the World to take the treasures of the Book of Ten Thousand Spells.
Although this didn't violate the contract, Tang Shidao didn't want to spill the slightest bit of magic power.
This was self-respect.
This was also respect for Scholar Wen.
However.
Money … As a human cultivator with the ability to walk in the void, could he make money without using magic?
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