That night.
Ten o 'clock in the evening.
Gugu Town.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
The town that had just snowed was covered with a thick layer of snow-white clothes.
Under the bright moon, two figures stealthily floated in the air under the cover of the night.
One of the figures was swaying as if he would crash at any time. He even burped from time to time, which sounded like a big fart and was particularly loud.
The bright moonlight cast a mottled shadow on the graveyard of Gugu Town.
The shadows of the trees swayed, and the words on the tombstone seemed to come alive, full of mystery and gloom.
A girl with long purple hair wandered in the cemetery with a flashlight. She squatted down from time to time, stood up, and squatted down again. It turned out that she was digging for [Snow Roots] in the cemetery.
"Are you sure she is my daughter? … Burp ~ "
Mage Supreme squinted his eyes. It seemed that he couldn't see the figure in the snow clearly, but the bright purple color made him a little suspicious.
When Irin heard that, he had a strange expression on his face. He thought that he couldn't even be sure of his own daughter, but he wanted him to be sure? Are you looking for your daughter or am I looking for my daughter?
After hesitating for a moment, seeing that Mage Supreme had a breakdown and was drunk, Irin floated in the air with his legs crossed and said softly, "According to my understanding and deduction, if you have to say that your daughter is among so many residents, it can only be her."
By the way, Irin observed three seconds of silence for the poor honest man, Pierre.
The expensive [Ancient Fruit Wine] became the helpless mage's only support at this moment. He was silent for a while, not knowing where to put his hands, so he could only drink a big mouthful of wine.
"Your magic, can't you confirm it?"
Irin knew that Mage Supreme knew a lot of secret magic, but he didn't know if the "omnipotent" magic could be used to identify relatives.
"Yes!" Mage Supreme suddenly realized. He seemed to have just remembered his identity as a "mage" at this moment, and he quickly nodded. "I need a strand of her hair."
Irin nodded and activated [Following Shadow] to get closer. He waved his hand and plucked a strand of long purple hair from Abigail's head.
Abigail, who was playing in the graveyard, felt her scalp itch. She reached out to touch it, but didn't care.
Sorcerer Supreme Parkinson's hand clenched that strand of hair. His eyes were red, looking very much like a gambler who had lost everything in a casino. He clutched the strand of hair tightly and closed his eyes to meditate for more than ten seconds before opening his eyes.
In an instant, Sorcerer Supreme's eyes flashed with amazement, regret, realization and other complex emotions. He lowered his head, his expression downcast. "She really is my daughter!"
Irin smiled. "Wow, that's awesome. Spells can even recognize people. Teach me when you have time."
Sorcerer Supreme's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Irin. How could he not know that the abominable farmer was teasing him? Normally, when there was no food to threaten him, he would definitely fight back mercilessly. But now, he was not in the mood.
Irin could not understand the mage's feelings at the moment.
After all, he didn't have a daughter, and he didn't become a father out of nowhere.
Under such circumstances, what should he say to encourage or comfort the mage?
Could this feeling be treated as a reminiscence, just that he didn't notice it at that time?
Not good, it doesn't fit the situation.
Should he cry and take back the grass that he planted?
That's not right either. The mage might be angry.
Congratulations on becoming a father?
It didn't sound like anything good.
Did he still remember the mother of the child beside the mage tower by the forest lake?
If he said that, the mage might very well fight with him on the spot.
After thinking for a long time, Irin didn't know what to say. He could only remain silent.
After a while, the mage finally gathered his courage. With a shake of his cloak, he dove down like a fighter jet that stepped on the accelerator.
"Bang!"
The mage climbed out of the pile of snow in a sorry state.
Irin covered his eyes speechlessly. He really couldn't watch. This old father's entrance was really f * cking original.
The sudden movement behind him startled the purple-haired girl who was exploring the graveyard.
Sorcerer Supreme arched his back and slowly got up, exhaling a mouthful of turbid alcohol.
To be honest, Abigail was indeed as described by her mother, Carolyn. She was especially bold and liked to talk about things that were strange. In the face of such a strange situation, a normal girl's normal reaction would be to scream and run away.
But Abigail didn't run away. Instead, her eyes lit up and she carefully walked a few steps closer to the spot where the mage had crashed.
"You are …?"
Abigail asked curiously.
"I … You, Dad, you … I … Oh, f * ck!"
The mage who was usually good at quarreling was now as clumsy as a retard. He stuttered incoherently and couldn't form a complete sentence of "I am actually your real father".
Abigail shrunk her neck, as if she was frightened by the mage.
Irin couldn't stand it anymore. He also couldn't bear to let the mage face such an important moment alone. He quietly came nearby, coughed twice, and laughed, "Abigail, why aren't you home yet? Did you quarrel with your mother again? "
"Uncle Farmer!" Irin had made a good impression on Carolyn's family of three. Abigail was not wary of Irin and smiled, "No, dad said that he wanted to talk to mom in the room. It would be a bit loud, so he asked me to come out and play."
Irin and the mage looked at each other and didn't know what to say.
Abigail kicked the snow around her feet and lowered her head, "But let me tell you a secret. Mom usually doesn't like to talk to dad. She said that dad can't talk for more than two minutes. It's so boring."
Irin silently looked at the mage again.
The mage shook his head and stared, as if to say, "This is not important. Don't look at me."
Irin sighed softly and decided to help the mage who didn't have a good mouth.
"Abigail, this grandpa, ah no, this uncle is now helping out on my farm. He's very nice."
Abigail tilted her head and looked up and down at the unshaven mage whose hands were trembling and eyes were shining. She hesitated for a moment and carefully said, "I can't tell …"
The mage was very hurt. He picked up the cold snow and poured it into his mouth.
"If, I say if …" Irin felt that his tone was like that of a strange uncle who was trying to coax an ignorant girl, "If there is a vast world outside Gugu Town, there are people who can fly, there are birds that breathe fire, there are flowers that breathe water, there are many things that you have never seen before, would you like to go and take a look?"
"Yes!"
Abigail smiled happily.
Irin looked at the mage and asked, "What if the price is that you can never come back here again?"
Abigail was stunned. She lowered her head and thought for a moment. When she raised her head again, her eyes were shining, "Can I bring mom and dad with me?"
Irin shook his head, "No."
"Then forget it." Abigail pouted and seemed a little unhappy and a little regretful, "It's pretty good here."
Irin still wanted to ask something.
Sorcerer Zhi Zun, however, used his scarred hands to grip Yi Lin's clothes tightly.
"Let's go."
Abigail looked at the two figures gradually disappearing in the snow in the dark night and whispered, "What a strange uncle."
…
"Is this really okay?"
Along the way, the mage was silent.
He didn't even answer Irin's question.
Nor did he explain why.
He flew in the direction of the farm in a muddle-headed cloak.
Even his arms and legs seemed to be broken. They hung limply, allowing the Cloaked Lord to hook the expressionless Sorcerer Supreme back to the farm.
Later, the mage spent day and night in the cellar, getting drunk.
For the rest of the winter, the mage seemed to have become a wine barrel.
He never took a step out of the cellar.
Until …
The spring of the third year.
"The third year, a new spring."
Irin stretched and walked out of the room at six o 'clock in the morning, as usual.
The mage who had been a wine barrel for a few days actually woke up today.
At this moment, he was in front of the mirror, carefully trimming his beard and combing the curly hair on his head with high-end hair wax. His whole person glowed with a new light.
"Have you thought it through?"
Irin came behind the mage and asked with a smile.
"Yes."
"Is this really okay?"
"That's it." The corner of the mage's mouth rose slightly. His right hand shook and the cloak automatically draped over his shoulders. He slowly floated up, his face glowing, his whole body exuding a mysterious and elegant aura.
"Now that you have mastered the basics of a mage, from today onwards, our course will enter the next stage."
As the mage spoke, his hands shook and pulled, and two complex magic arrays appeared between his palms out of thin air, like two small shields.
…
Since his assets exceeded 20 million and Irin was promoted to a Farming Sage, his life of working hard on the farm was pretty much over.
Even if he followed the rules and played casually for a year, his wine production alone would be more than 10 million.
To be honest, this trial wasn't difficult.
He just needed to work hard in the mines, find the right method of fishing, and find a mage to help him, and he could easily pass this Nightmare Trial. It really wasn't too difficult.
In order to not appear too ridiculous on the farmer ranking list, Irin stored all the wine produced in his cellar since the spring of the third year. He stored it until it was old wine, but he didn't sell it, so as not to scare others.
He now had a bigger headache.
Irin walked to another luxurious house, there was an even more spacious cellar inside.
Walking into the cellar, at a glance, the cellar was close to a thousand square meters, densely packed with [Gem Replicating Machine]. Every day, it produced a few boxes of perfect grade crystals, piled up on the ground. Irin's storage space had long been unable to hold so many crystals.
Irin didn't know where to use the extra crystals, his head hurt.
But this made things convenient for the mage.
When he practiced, he didn't even need to consider the consumption. He directly let the cloaked man go into the crystal cellar and take out a thousand or eight hundred kilograms of crystals from the pile on the ground. He slowly played with them in the open field of the farm, slowly tossing and turning. The mage was having a lot of fun.
The formulaic life made it difficult to feel the passage of time.
Whether it was Irin or the mage, at least in theory, they had almost grasped each other's knowledge.
Why almost?
Take Irin for example, Irin knew the principles behind all the spells cast by mages. But the difference between him and the mages was that he lacked the worship and understanding of those big shots. In the words of the mage: If you want to borrow the power of Wei Shan Emperor, Domumu, and the other big shots, you must first understand them, understand them, worship them, please them, and go deep into them. Otherwise, the big shots wouldn't care about you.
Spring left, summer came, and autumn came.
In the blink of an eye, there was not much time left until the end of this trial.
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