"This is really thoughtful." President Chengguo Eaton considered his words and said, "Basically, I agree with Mr. Tikal to become a member of the association. As for the issue of identity, it will be according to your wishes. We will conceal it, but we will not deliberately publicize it. As for the others, does Mr. Beita have any other opinions?"
Since the old man as the president had already made up his mind, the North Tower Master looked at the man who was about to burst into laughter with somewhat sad eyes. Chengguo? Eaton has changed his name to "Your Excellency". Can he give a contrary opinion? Does he dare to express contrary opinions?
However, there was one question that he really wanted to know but had never been confirmed, so he took this opportunity to speak out: "Sir, I apologize for any offence. But I still want to know how you can prove that you are that person." , or are you a lich?"
Only then did the president realize that he had been struggling with the name issue for so long that he had forgotten to confirm the most basic thing, whether the person in front of him was the person being discussed. So he looked at Finny Tikal with the same expectancy, waiting for a response.
During Lin's long speech, the beauty who didn't say a word stood up. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the two gray-haired magicians with an indescribable expression.
In the well-soundproofed and quiet small conference room, the only sound heard was the tapping of high heels, slowly, one step after another. Every step sounds like the sound of a drum, hitting my heart. By the end, my heartbeat seemed to follow that pace. Every time Fen took a step, there was a rumble like thunder in his chest.
But compared to the sound echoing in my ears, what I saw with my eyes was more shocking. She was originally a beautiful and elegant noble woman, but step by step, her skin color changed from fair to transparent. The plump figure holding up the evening gown eventually turned into a skeleton frame on which the clothes were hung. Finny Tikal used her long-lost golden skull form to come to the tower owner of the North Tower of Wulian City.
The bone palm slid across the wrinkled old face, and the hard fingertip bones gave people a cold touch. The skull shining with dazzling golden light is close to the tower owner of the north tower. There was no tongue, no brain, and even the two eye holes in the skull, just like the body, without any internal organs. Just a pure skeleton.
In the past, in this form, if Fen wanted to talk to people, he could only connect the consciousness of two people and communicate at the soul level. The advantage is that communication is fast, and a consensus can be reached quickly due to the rapid exchange of ideas. However, the shortcoming is also obvious, that is, it cannot hide secrets. How to hide things that you don't want others to know when you have exposed your soul.
However, after her resurrection, the new knowledge she learned from Lin gave her a different way of playing. When Fen knew that sound originated from the vibration of the air, it was transmitted to people's eardrums, and finally formed into the form recognized in the mind. She began to try to vibrate the air and simulate the sound of speaking.
Such research progressed quickly. Fen has mastered the frequencies of several sounds and can easily imitate men, women, children, and the elderly. But what she likes most is a low, magnetic and neutral voice. It is also what she is using now.
With a skeleton posture and a low magnetic voice, Fen said gently and word by word: "How about this, young man, do you believe it? I let you see everything under my clothes. Still. Say, you think this is just a very clever illusion, and you want to see other proofs. However, that will be at the cost of your life."
Under the gaze of those empty eyes, the master of the North Tower trembled and said, "Your Excellency, please forgive me for my recklessness."
Fen didn't say much, just followed the original path and retreated step by step. As the Lich retreated, the uncomfortable feeling tangled in his heart slowly eased until it completely disappeared.
Sitting on the seat, my palms and back were covered with cold sweat. As two experienced magicians who had faced the Lich directly, they were completely suppressed by that momentum. It wasn't until Fen returned to her seat and returned to her charming appearance that the shackles that seemed to be imprisoned on her head seemed to disappear and were no longer felt. But my heart is still heavy.
The two great magicians looked at each other and could no longer raise any doubts. Because I had only felt the same level of oppression a while ago. That was the fear and despair that the Demon Lord brought to people when half of his body emerged from the gate of the abyss.
Even though Cheng Guo Eaton was in the magic tower with an extra layer of protection, and could only see the huge alien figure on the surveillance screen outside the tower, his sense of despair was the same as that of the magicians on the front line. .
Now the same level of threat is felt again. The trembling feeling rising from the depths of their souls made them unable to resist, and they finally began to face the gap between them.
They have always thought that as a magician, they should have reached the end of their current status and strength. Even when facing the mysterious lord Chang Baiwu, the temple warrior, the extraordinary strength only makes them feel troublesome, but not desperate. As long as you prepare properly and make a complete plan, killing the gods is not impossible.
It turns out that such an idea is just arrogance in a small world. When facing those real superior beings, I suddenly realize that I am just a scumbag. Not to mention unable to resist, I will be so overwhelmed by despair that I am willing to kill them at the neck.
It seems that it is better not to choose to start the war easily. Think about it, I still don't have any sense of security in the magic tower I control. Perhaps from the beginning, exposing yourself to the lich so easily was a failure.
As if he wanted to quickly send away the guest who made him uncomfortable, the owner of the North Tower neatly placed in front of him a huge book with a cowhide trimmed with gold cover and a list of great magicians. It was probably the most correct and correct way to use it in his life. Beautiful fonts, and quickly transcribe Finny Tikal's information into the blank page.
At the same time, use Elsa papyrus - a high-quality material made by the elves, durable in preservation, and more suitable for making magic scrolls than ordinary monster skins - to record Finny Tikal's personal information. This is the most important identity document to survive in the lost world.
What Lin got originally was made from leather scrolls made from the skins of ordinary monsters. That kind of identification document is very difficult to preserve, and it is very afraid of being eaten by insects and mold. If it is damaged, applying for a replacement will of course cost a lot of money.
In short, the difference in strength allowed Fen to gain a respect that Lin never had. The two old men were finally able to get rid of their gorgeous appearance and understand the essence of the person in front of them. That was a lich that once ruled an era, lived for hundreds of years, and could be resurrected after a thousand years of death.
Despite his age and strength, he could only be called 'young man' in front of her. Staged? Do you know how to write the word 'die'?
Recognizing the status of both parties clearly, as extremely realist magicians, they lowered their arrogant heads. The owner of the North Tower respectfully presented the Lich's identification document, and of course a standardized explanation was also required.
For example, if there are any rights and obligations, just refer to them; when encountering any special circumstances, how to cooperate with the association's regulations, but just listen; or if there are any mutual aid conventions between magicians, just take a look.
When the strength reaches a certain height, the so-called restraint is just a joke.
He was quickly sent out of the middle tower, and even the president and the owner of the north tower personally sent him to the door. Although the attitude was quite respectful, Mr. Lin felt that it was more like sending off the plague god.
After politely declining the carriage that took them back, Lin Zaifen took her to take a look around Wulian City at her request, and the two of them walked side by side on the bustling road. Although a war that could be recorded in the history books had just ended, except for the mental torture in the early stage and the economic losses suffered by some high-level families and associations, the people at the bottom were living their lives as if nothing had happened.
For Fen, this should be the first time since she was resurrected that she took a serious look at the mysterious land belonging to this era. She cast curious eyes on everything. However, she did not ignore the man next to her and asked, "Are you sincere in what you just said? I was so moved when I heard that I almost shed tears."
Just looking at the meaning of the word, you might think it is a compliment. But in fact, Fen, who has been constantly absorbing knowledge about the earth from Lin, has long learned the earth-style teasing, so he has to listen to the opposite. Being accustomed to bickering with this lich who has lived for hundreds of years, Lin said without thinking: "If you are really moved, just shed a few tears and see. Don't just talk with your mouth."
"I'm a lich. The tears must be fake. Do you really want to see them?"
"Forget it. But I still have to say that what I just said is sincere. Because I don't want to be your enemy."
"Oh~." Although his eyes were not on anyone, Fen still made an ambiguous sound.
"Don't get me wrong, it's just because I can't beat you."
"Just think of it as such." Fen showed a victor's expression and smiled proudly. This man can speak out all kinds of weird arguments or words that offend people without hesitation. But when it comes to expressing emotions, he is like a child, with all kinds of twists and turns. This contrast amused Fen.
But today, she didn't want to take advantage of the victory. Instead, he took the initiative to talk about the evaluations of another group of people. "Actually, your president and his friends are quite easy to get along with. It's not as difficult as you said."
This point was not mentioned, and Lin didn't want to say it yet. Now that it was brought up, he couldn't help but complain a little: "Two people who are over 150 years old together are almost scared to death by you. How can you not be kind? At that time, I was really afraid that the president would fall out directly. Turn on the magic tower's full defense measures. Maybe you can escape, but I'm hanging on."
Although revealing Fen's identity was something the two of them had discussed and agreed to. However, the first time it was made public, the target was his own powerful magician, the strongest person in the Xijia District branch. Lin was very worried about this. Worrying about whether it would be halfway through, I would have to think about how to escape. Fortunately, it didn't end badly in the end.
