"I don't know if you have heard of this term, trust cost."
After resting for a few more days, Carlos enjoyed top-notch hospitality in Medivh's demiplane except for XXOO.
Servants of more than fifty races provide daily services to the Star World Mage, and their food and daily life are all exquisite and exquisite.
The rich collection of books in the Astral Mage's library opened Carlos' eyes and made him forget to return.
There are countless books that are worth thousands of dollars to the mages of Azeroth, and the knowledge contained in them is also beneficial for Carlos, a paladin, to read.
Just like that, Carlos, who was wandering in the ocean of knowledge and forgetting the passage of time, was invited to the reception room again by Medivh and heard these words.
"Uh... never heard of it."
Ever since Carlos remembered Med'an, it always felt strange to see Medivh again.
"The cornerstone of human interaction is trust, and this trust is risky. The difference between the gains and losses is the cost of trust."
"for example?"
"I help you return to Azeroth, and you can in turn help me achieve some goals. However, you can also ignore my help to you after returning, so that I have spent a lot of manpower, material resources and even more valuable time in vain. Benefit. This is the cost of my trust in you. Similarly, you can accept my help, but you also face the consequences that I may deceive you. This is the cost of trust on your side."
"That's right."
"The current situation is that we are also from Azeroth, and cultural consensus is the basis of our trust."
"That's right."
"You know who I am and have a certain understanding of me. Although I don't know you thoroughly, from my observations over the past few days, I feel that you are a trustworthy person."
"Thanks."
Although he said thank you, Carlos felt that something was wrong.
However, Medivh in his wise state was indeed very charming, and Carlos didn't have the slightest objection when talking to him.
"So the problem we are facing now is how to seek common ground while reserving differences."
Medivh paused for a moment, giving Carlos time to collect his thoughts.
"Judging from the results, you actually don't have any more choices, because although you have a certain degree of magical attainments, astral travel has never been the specialty of the Paladin, so judging from the results, you can't get around it if you want to leave here. My help."
Carlos thought for a moment and nodded silently.
"It's very good that you can admit this. And I don't mind helping you."
Medivh was afraid that his words might be a little aggressive, so he clapped his hands, and the magic wine bottle and cup started to work automatically, and the wine exuding a sharp aroma came to his hand.
"But the reality is that it's really difficult to return to Azeroth."
Medivh took the initiative to clink the glass with Carlos, and then drank it all.
"Can you explain it?"
Carlos drank it down in one gulp and made a gesture of listening.
"Because of the Great Barrier of Azeroth. Let me think about how to explain this fact in words you can understand."
Medivh said this and fell into a brief thought.
"Human life is actually very short. For example, my mother, for you, the legendary archmage Aegwynn has lived for more than 800 years, which is very long, right?"
"Yes, except for elves, the life span of most creatures is about a hundred years, and humans are even shorter."
"Do you know how long I've lived?"
"Um?"
Carlos didn't quite understand what Medivh meant.
"According to the passage of time in Azeroth, I have lived for more than three thousand years. Probably, four thousand years is also possible. Without comparison, I can only make a rough estimate."
"!!!"
Carlos suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Time and space are never separated. Just like it takes you two months to go from Stormwind City to Ironforge, but I used the teleportation spell to arrive in a blink of an eye. It involves more than just the thousands of miles. There are still two months to go. In Azeroth, or on the planet, this problem is not obvious yet, and is more or less ignored. But in the universe, traveling between the stars, this problem The issue is very critical.”
Medivh paused again, giving Carlos time to think.
"Then, back to the Great Barrier of Azeroth I mentioned before. That thing is just a conjecture. The mages of Dalaran have studied it for hundreds of years and have not confirmed that it really exists. But when I left Azeroth Xerath, after gaining power among the stars, actually touched it."
"What kind of existence is it...?"
Carlos felt half cold.
"It's very complicated and hard to explain. But for me, it blocks my positioning. I can even operate the clone left in Karazhan to do some things, and I can clearly sense that some of the handwriting I left behind are still there. Normal operation. But I, the me in front of you, can't go back."
What Medivh said was very mysterious, but Carlos felt that he understood it.
"If I forcefully open a portal to return to Azeroth, the entire planet will fight back against me, which is very troublesome."
"Then you didn't try to open a door on the outer edge of the planet and then airborne from orbit? The vacuum won't affect you, right?"
Carlos asked hoping for a chance.
"Don't make trouble, the outer reaches of the planet? What position should I take? A slight change is hundreds of thousands or millions of kilometers away. Even the Burning Legion can't do something. I don't dare to be arrogant enough to think that I am more powerful than Sargeras. You must know that the Fallen Titan needs the Well of Eternity to open the portal."
Medivh seemed to feel that ridiculing a paladin would not gain a sense of intellectual superiority, and he quickly calmed down the expression on his face.
"So, can you open a portal to Draenor? I can go home through the Dark Portal."
Carlos asked.
"A very good idea. In theory, this is indeed the optimal solution at present. But I have to tell you bad news. Even if I personally opened the Dark Portal and connected Azeroth and Draenor, I , have never been to Draenor, and there are no beacons related to Draenor. Although it is theoretically possible to extract your memory and convert coordinates based on the Draenor starry sky in your memory. But... that requires more than Thirty years. Work efficiency is still the same under ideal conditions.”
After hearing this, Carlos already understood what Medivh meant.
Time and space never exist independently. Medivh has a way to send himself back to Azeroth, but there is no way to send himself back to Azeroth at the "correct time".
"What's even more troublesome is the time stream, which is the time stream controlled by the Bronze Dragon. It's too troublesome to explain, so I'll tell you the result directly. If there is no suitable entry point and I blindly send you back, you will be in trouble. You may lose your [human] identity, and all timelines of you may collapse from the same existence.”
"What will happen?"
"I don't know. There won't be any good results even if I think about it."
"Sorry, my knowledge base cannot support my reasoning and imagination."
Carlos felt a little dizzy.
At this moment, Carlos didn't realize that he had been dragged into the realm of academic masters by Medivh and had been knocked unconscious.
To put it simply, the performance of the Carlos brand human flesh CPU has plummeted due to the forced calculation of overloaded data.
"So, back to the original topic, the topic of the cost of trust. I can help return to the correct Azeroth, but I will also pay a high price. So can you tell me, how can I ensure that you don't I will break the appointment, and it will be under circumstances where I cannot hold you accountable."
Medivh looked indifferent and said words of great concern.
"Well, maybe we can sign a magic contract, a contract to seal the soul?"
Carlos thought for a while and took the initiative to propose the result that Medivh wanted in a long circle.
