Before exchanging experiences with the old man, Roland first went back to the hotel and cast Unhindered Communication on Betta and the others again.
At the same time, he told them that he was going to learn some knowledge and magic and might not return to the hotel for a while. If Unhindered Communication failed again, then let Betta help cast Language Proficiency first. Although he couldn't read words, basic communication wasn't a problem, it would just slow down the speed of intelligence gathering.
Everyone expressed their understanding.
Knowledge was a Mage's second life, everyone knew that.
Li Lin teased and said, "Could it be a beautiful teacher?"
"It's an old man." Roland laughed and said, "But he has a very beautiful granddaughter. Should I introduce you to her? "
Li Lin waved his hand. "Forget it, there are plenty of beautiful women in this game. Wouldn't it be exhausting to talk about feelings when you see a beautiful one? Anyway, there are enough prostitutes, and there are many beautiful ones, and I don't have to worry about getting sick in the game, so why should I give my feelings? "
Everyone laughed. This person was even able to find a reason for himself.
However, the rich second generation had always been self-centered, and Roland didn't bother to persuade him.
They then exchanged the information they had collected, but there wasn't much of value. Their main mission was to get the Water of Light, and robbing was definitely out of the question. As for stealing … Husseret wasn't confident that his Invisibility could hide from a dozen Master guards at close range.
Since there was no other way, they would continue to collect information.
After eating and drinking their fill, they set off from the hotel again to collect information.
Roland once again came to the Grand Library. Lamia, who was waiting outside, saw him and took the initiative to greet him with a smile. "The room is ready, please come with me, sir."
After speaking, the girl took the initiative to walk ahead.
She wore a large white robe, and it was hard to tell whether her figure was good or bad, but judging from her light steps when she walked and her slender swan neck, she should be a slender woman.
Roland took a few quick steps and walked side by side with her.
Many pedestrians around saw Lamia and took the initiative to greet her, and Lamia smiled back at them one by one.
Roland, who was watching this from the side, had the impression that this girl was a celebrity in the city.
On the way, Lamia barely spoke to Roland.
It was not because she was impolite, or because she was too cold to talk, but because she had to respond to the greetings of the pedestrians on the way. So, Roland simply watched her wave her hands and greet the pedestrians on the side of the road. Half an hour later, when they reached a large manor where there were few pedestrians, she finally stopped.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to chat with you on the way here." Lamia's burgundy eyes fell on Roland. "At the same time, I have a question … you're clearly not speaking our language, so why can I understand you?"
Roland was stunned. "You don't know Language Proficiency?"
Lamia shook her head, then asked curiously, "From this name, it seems that as long as you know Language Proficiency, you can understand the language of all races?"
"In theory, yes." "For example, I was able to communicate with you the first time I came here, thanks to this spell!"
Lamia's eyes lit up. "This spell can even read our words?"
"Language Proficiency only allows you to understand what people say." Roland stood still and explained, "If you want to understand words, it's Character Proficiency. Got it. "
Lamia's eyes were already sparkling. "So if you know both of these spells, you can go to the questing places in the world?"
"In theory." Roland nodded.
Lamia glanced at Roland grumpily. "Why do you like to say such ambiguous, even vague, sentences so much?"
"Because I can't guarantee that some places don't prohibit the use of these two spells."
Lamia nodded. "It's indeed possible. I heard from Grandpa that some places are forbidden to magic. But you're too rigid and not romantic at all. How can you puncture a girl's fantasy? "
Roland smiled, not quibbling or explaining.
At this moment, the two guards of the manor opened the door, and Lamia walked in first.
Roland followed her.
The manor had high walls, and the inside of the manor couldn't be seen from the outside.
But after entering, Roland found that the manor was very interesting.
Manors like Hollevin were generally dominated by open terrain. Generally speaking, the house was in the middle of the manor, and then a large lawn spread throughout the manor. At most, a small square with a fountain would be added, or some gadgets of varying heights would be embellished.
Trees were rarely planted, and even if they were, they were planted at the edge of the wall or outside to block the view.
Anyway, there were hardly any trees within twenty meters of the house.
This was to prevent assassins from sneaking in and making it difficult for the latter to hide themselves.
But this manor was different. Not only were there many trees planted inside, but there were also rockery, small lakes, and even artificial streams and pools. The stone path under Roland's feet was also winding, blocking the view and making it impossible to see, but after a few more steps and a turn, other scenery could be seen.
For example, from the Yellow Leaf Grove, the front suddenly became a Red Flower Grove, and after a dozen more meters and a turn, it became the style of a small bridge with flowing water.
It gave off a rather secluded feeling.
While admiring the unique layout and beautiful scenery of the manor, Roland felt the faint mental power around him.
In this manor, there were at least a dozen guards hidden in the shadows.
Roland pretended not to know and followed Lamia to a two-story wooden building.
The old man was lying in front of the wooden door, and beneath him was a dark yellow wooden recliner.
When he heard the sound, he opened his eyes, saw that it was his granddaughter and Roland, and immediately got up, while Lamia quickly walked over and helped the old man up.
"Finally." The old man smiled. "I've prepared a room, please follow me."
The three of them went up to a large room on the second floor, which was spacious, but there were several bookshelves in the corner, each filled with books.
After Lamia helped the old man sit down, she went downstairs to prepare something to eat and drink.
The old man invited Roland to sit down and said with a smile, "Foreigner, thank you for coming to my house as a guest."
"You're welcome, we're just taking what we need," Roland said lightly.
"Don't make it sound so profit-oriented." The old man laughed out loud. He didn't have many teeth left in his mouth. "Can't it be a process of getting to know each other and verifying spell theories with each other?"
As expected of an old man who had lived for decades, he spoke more seasoned than Roland. Roland shook his head slightly. "Of course, if that's what you want, it's fine."
The old man smiled. "You're quite interesting, young man. It's not good to see things too clearly. "
Roland shrugged indifferently.
After a pause, and seeing that Roland didn't express any opinion, the old man said, "Actually, I invited you here this time to ask for your spell model, and on the other hand, to confirm something with you."
"Please speak."
"Actually, you're from the future, right? Or rather, relative to this city, you're the children of the future. "
These words were like a clap of thunder, and Roland subconsciously froze.
Did this old man see through his identity?
Was this the system's plot, or … was this person in front of him a real person?
If it was the latter, then Roland's previous guess was wrong. Many plans would have to be overturned and restarted.
And Roland had already confirmed that they were still underground.
Now there was a great deal of uncertainty in the whole thing.
Whether it was a dungeon or the real world was very important to Roland.
If it was just a dungeon, then things could be done more "unrestrained," but if these people were all real, then … things had to be done carefully.
Taking a slight breath, Roland asked, "Why do you think so?"
The old man grinned. "Because it's my masterpiece that you're here."
"So what's the evidence?"
"That big fireball," the old man said with a smile. "I'm a Holy Mage, and although my eyes are blurry, I can still use my mental power. In fact, the moment you cast the big fireball, I saw the spell model. Although I couldn't fully understand it … I could understand the general idea. This isn't the idea of magic that exists in this world at all. Whether it's the Elven Kingdom, the Orc Kingdom, or the neighboring Fareins Kingdom, there's no such idea of a spell model. It's very novel, far beyond our time. "
Roland was silent for a moment and said, "Anything else?"
"Of course there is. You speak a language I've never heard of, but I can understand it," the old man said lightly. The old man said casually, "This should be a spell that facilitates communication. Well done, future Mages, to have invented such a convenient spell."
Roland sighed. "You guessed right. We're from the future, but I'm curious. You said just now that you pulled us into this world?"
"Yes." The old man nodded. "It was me."
"How did you do it?" Roland asked. "It's reasonable to say that time is irreversible."
This was also why there was no God of Time.
There was a level-three spell called Time Reversal, but in essence, it was just a mirror image used to see what had happened in the past and couldn't change anything.
"Time is indeed irreversible!" The old man nodded. "But time can be accelerated, and tributaries can converge."
There was paper and a pen on the table, and the old man drew a large river with a few casual strokes. A tributary appeared in the upper reaches of the river, and a tributary appeared in the middle. Both tributaries spread diagonally downward, and they converged on the side of the downstream and finally turned back into the river.
"See, different times can converge. I prophesied that this city was about to be destroyed. "The old man smiled." So I made a wish. I hope that someone will come and save this city. "
"Wishing?" Roland looked at the old man in surprise. "Is it Greater Wishing or Lesser Wishing? No, no, Lesser Wishing doesn't have such a powerful ability to drag an entire city of people and instantly speed up time, so it should be Greater Wishing. "
The old man smiled. "So there's still the saying of Greater and Lesser Wishing in your era. Wishing was created by me, so you may have heard of my name! "
"Duncan?" Roland jumped up in surprise.
"No, my real name is Mordenkainen," the old man said lightly.
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