"Compared with some believers who have devout faith and are based on this, all mages are dark, self-interested without faith - even warlocks have a much better evaluation in this regard.
Is this really true?
Masters who have reached a high level and are between the two stages of owning a tower of their own and going insane usually sneer at this kind of civilian statement.
Moreover, it is too easy to cite counterexamples: the most common elemental mages must believe in the power of each element. Otherwise, how could the ice cones and fireballs released at the enemy appear out of thin air?
But on the other hand, these magicians cannot deny that this belief is sometimes equivalent to the recognition and utilization of this power itself, which is completely different from the ideas of devout believers.
'The ants also threw fireballs at me today. Are you kidding me? ' - Complaints from Ragshawros, the Lord of Fire.
Among all kinds of beliefs, the belief of the few Olympians is the most unique. They do not believe in some kind of domain power, but a weird concept.
The Olympians call it the 'cosmological constant'.
Of course, if others try to ask what the cosmological constant is, the answers they get are either vague or obscure. After all, you have to become an Olympian before you can understand what the Olympian is talking about. And once you become an Olympian, your language system will be completely changed.
An external guess approved by most Olympians is: 'The cosmological constant is the adjustment value of the ultimate answer to the universe. '
Obviously, this answer is both confusing and obscure, and it explains nothing.
It only raised more questions:
What is the ultimate answer to the universe? What is the ultimate question? What role does pursuing this adjustment value play in the power of the arcana mage?
The number of Olympian mages is small, and each one is outside the mainstream. They also have a network of contacts that only belongs to them. As an outsider, even if you want to understand, there are still layers of mysteries standing in front of you..."
——"Suspicious Olympian"
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"I don't care what the fraction is."
Nesse stored a wide-range fire-extinguishing spell in one sleeve, passed through Makchi Tower, and stared directly at the spirit of the Flame Order, "I must get it. Otherwise I will destroy you. You are also a flame, right? Maybe? There's a door hidden under your ass."
"First, I don't have a butt."
The voice of Yanxu Spirit became sharp, and his two sunken eyes widened, "Besides, how dare you -"
Nese popped up the fire-extinguishing spell. The spirit of Yanxu let out an explosive scream, like a falling mass of muddy water, "chirping" and spreading flat on the surface of the liquid.
"Hey!" Makchita screamed, "take it away and we won't be able to open the door again!"
"It doesn't say there are only three doors. Does it?"
Nese extinguished the braziers around the first door and the third door in order, and looked at the face of the Yanxu spirit in the central stone basin that flattened and gradually disappeared, "I specifically asked if the hub is behind the other two doors. And it begs the question. It just says, go over there and put out the flame on the door. That's exactly what I did."
"How can this be certain..." Makchita clutched her stomach, "I know that's not the case!"
"Calm down. I didn't accuse you of cheating. Maybe what you said is also true. Outsiders who want to get the hub need to get the spirit of the Fire Order - you helped us get it, and you also obtained the qualification of 'Firewatch'. And paying a certain amount of sacrifice - that's the role of the 'watchman'."
"It doesn't have to be a sacrifice! There's a high chance that nothing will happen!"
Indeed. Nese thought. But that little girl just now—is her name Tarostos? reminded him. The person who designed this key mechanism can only be an arcana mage. Only they like to play with numbers and proportions so precisely.
The Olympian is very logical and has a fanatical preference for definitions. He likes to consider every condition, and he also likes to do special things. Are hubs designed to be put in and never used again? If this is really the case, if other magicians build such a secret room, there will definitely be no backdoor left here.
But the Olympian will consider any slight possibility.
Therefore, there must be a way to obtain the hub without causing damage. In the eyes of the Mathematical Olympian, the results are strictly calculated according to expectations - fortunately, he still knows this. A one-third chance of one person being sacrificed means sacrificing one-third of the individual.
Since expectations are positive, they cannot be counted as harmless. So there must be other solutions.
On the other hand, their persistence in definition also determines that since it is said to be a Yan Order Lock, it must be a Yan Order Lock...
But Nese simply pointed back: "She is still alive. It means that the choice now is the right one."
Makchita turned his head to look at Winnie, who was in good condition, and then turned back again.
The two doors began to return to a gray state, and the liquid level in the stone basin began to drop. Only the flat bottom was left covered with a shallow layer of red mucus.
A "wave" sound.
Like an ancient behemoth suddenly opened its eyes. A hole leaked out of the bottom of the stone basin.
"So that's it." The beauty-hating demon suddenly realized.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rolled his eyes: "Now that you have found the hub, my mission is considered to be successfully completed. Then I will leave?" He looked at Nese with a pleading look, "Please, please Take out the arrows of discouragement from me.”
"Are you leaving, sir?" Anquar looked at Makchita with a look of reluctance. Tarostos also looked at him with bright eyes.
Perhaps it was because of the Arrow of Discouragement that the two children's attitudes toward the Beauty-Hating Demon were completely different from when they first met. Makchita scratched his head and avoided their gazes, seeming a little surprised and a little embarrassed.
"Will you go to Beelzebub?" Nesse asked.
"Hiss..." Makchita grinned, "I won't turn around and attack you! Well, you guys. I will find a place with bad scenery to stay and rest my eyes. That's all! You see... We agreed that……"
"I have no opinion on your future. I can't control it."
Nese put a fist on Makchita's chest, pulled it out with force, and found a small gray arrow stained with hot demon blood in his hand. "Go ahead."
The Beauty-Hating Demon covered his chest with one hand and panted hard. His body swelled and black smoke began to emit. His fingers and arms rattled and became thicker in an instant.
The smell of rotten oranges suddenly filled the entire hall.
"Yes. Goodbye." Makchita murmured. He turned his head with great effort, trying to wave his hands to Tarostos and Anquar - the two children hid behind Breeze again, and each one showed his face. Only frightened eyes.
"Goodbye Mr. Fat Devil." Only Blaize waved his hand leisurely to him.
"Goodbye, beautiful little things. I hope we don't have to see you again," the beauty-hating demon said again. Then he quickly left everyone's sight.
