Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 148 The Final Multiple Choice Question (End)
"Brian, don't be nervous, just sit down." West's old king raised his hand and smiled kindly.

I'm not nervous at all, Brian thought to himself as he stepped into the room.

In fact, instead of being nervous, he was in a bad mood.

He had already left Golden Feather City on his mount in the cool morning air.

Who would have thought that a magic swordsman Snake Eye would pop out halfway, claiming that the king had something to do with him and he needed to go back.

The two fought in the woods, but in the end, they tried all their strength, but still couldn't beat him. The magic he was proud of couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Feeling a little aggrieved after losing, and seeing the group of instigators again, his mood was naturally not much better.

Of course, that doesn't mean he can't afford to lose.

The main reason is that the guy's mouth is too broken, and he finally caught the opportunity to be deflated, so he couldn't avoid a frenzied ridicule, which messed up his original good mood.

However, apart from being in a bad mood, he didn't suffer any blows. On the contrary, he learned many lessons through this failed battle.

He seriously suspected that the snake eye guy did it on purpose.

It was this battle that made him understand that even in a low-magic world, he must never look at all people and things with a certain prejudice.

To be a man must have a heart of awe.

Awe will be like a bottom line, which can always warn him that no matter what he does, he must be worthy of his conscience.

Even if he possesses divine power, arcane fire, system, and the identity of a time traveler, he must never call himself superior, despise everything, and be arrogant.

Because once he loses the sense of awe, he doesn't know how to respect and fear, and often becomes unscrupulous and do whatever he wants, saying whatever he wants, doing whatever he wants, and even lawlessness.

For such a person, his path is obviously not long-term.

Brian instinctively looked around, taking in everything in the room.

The hall was very spacious, and it was as warm as spring inside. The flames of the fireplace were crackling and jumping, and the fire light illuminated the whole room.

In the center of the hall, there was a heavy oak table with seating for at least ten people.

But right now there are only four of them.

If you take it seriously, there are four humans, oh, and a chubby orange cat.

Brian glanced at everyone calmly as he walked towards the table.

In addition to the old king of West, and the familiar wizard Morelle and the Duke of Swift, there was also a scholar with a gray beard and thinning hair, who was older than the old wizard beside him.

Although the two hadn't talked, Brian recognized the old scholar as Bachelor Boen at a glance.

He had heard from Kearney that the old guy liked to hang a portrait of Oghma, the god of knowledge, in his room, but he was not the god's priest.

At the same time, Duke Sweet's attire made him secretly surprised.

The cloak and boots of the Silver Gryphon Duke were meant for the journey on horseback, and so it was—though rich in his clothes and trimmed with furs, it was stained by the dust of long journeys.

Apparently, the busy duke had returned from somewhere.

Brian looked at the old king and bowed slightly, and saw the latter raised his hand with a smile.

He unhurriedly pulled out a chair, ready to sit on it.

"Meow!"

The orange cat lying on the chair opened its amber eyes, raised its round head, looked at Brian contemptuously, and protested dissatisfied.

Undoubtedly, a chubby orange cat just happened to be lying on the chair he pulled out.

Brian grabbed the soft flesh on the orange cat's neck, picked up the heavy meat ball, threw it on the ground, glanced at the meat ball on the ground as a winner, and sat directly on the chair.

What he did was completely disregarding everyone's strange gazes, as well as the orange cat on the ground arching its back and purring.

"Bryan, you are the first one who dared to treat His Majesty's pet like this."

The old wizard Morelle stroked his white beard and said with a smile, "Then do you know what kind of pet this pet brought back from the Storm Islands is?"

"An ordinary cat." Brian said, "In the alleys of Golden Feather City, there are as many as goblins in the wilderness."

"Really?" The old wizard looked at the king and asked puzzledly, "Then why do many people say that it is a unique rare animal in the Storm Islands. Besides, this cat is two or three times bigger than the wild cats in the alley. "

After the old wizard finished speaking, the orange cat, who had been begging for a seat in vain, jumped up and landed on his lap like a bouncing ball.

"That's because it was very lucky to be chosen by His Majesty the King, so that it became lazy." Brian was secretly surprised at the orange cat's agility, and said:

"As for why it is called a unique rare bird and animal, it must be what His Majesty the King said, and they naturally believed it to be true. Insight into the truth and essence of things is a very important thing for a 'real' wizard A breeze."

He didn't lie, real wizards do have the insight to see through the essence of things, otherwise, their magic research would hardly make progress.

This is incomparable to the "warlock" blood casters who call themselves wizards in Asno mainland.

Strictly speaking, there is still a certain basis for wizards to say that warlocks are novices of arcane manipulators.

Of course, when those self-proclaimed noble wizards compare themselves with warlocks, saying that one has brains and the other has no brains, he doesn't quite agree.

Because as long as they are not warlocks from Yeluzi, they also have profound magic knowledge.

This is like a very small number of technical players who will look down on krypton gold players, but when they meet that kind of krypton and liver players, they will directly despair, so that they start to be jealous and ridiculed.

Strictly speaking, Bryan is also considered a technical player, but he will not open the map gun after being abused by that kind of kryptonous player.

That's why before he left, he gave Princess Corny a bunch of books explaining magic, the purpose of which was to help her lay a solid foundation in magic.

Besides, he didn't think that the purpose of the old king's coming here was just to discuss the breed of wild cats.

He couldn't believe that the old wizard couldn't even tell the breed of a cat.

In fact, he didn't have much affection for the old wizard, because he learned from Koerni that the other party was very disgusted with the fact that he had signed a contract with the devil.

When he heard the news, he scoffed at it, and didn't bother to argue with this disciple of the Storm God.

"A real wizard?" The old wizard Morelle looked at Brian, "So you are a real wizard?"

"That's right." Brian nodded, and said in a slightly tactful tone:
"True wizards live and die for magic. They gain experience through spell experiments, learn new spells, or search for long-lost magic mysteries from ancient books and inscriptions, and even ask some masters who are proficient in magic. Ask the ancient creature for advice."

"However, I heard that the real wizard was lost forever thousands of years ago, and now this remnant is like a few wisps of smoke in the air from an extinguished fire. Even so, even these few wisps are fading." The old man The wizard stroked the orange cat on his lap and said.

"Wizard Morelle, you have to understand one thing." Brian thought carefully for a moment, and said, "Life is so short, and human knowledge is very limited. It is obviously impossible to use such limited knowledge to exhaust the eternal mysteries. Impossible, after all, there are still many unknown things in the world.

The torrent of history has been running for hundreds of years and thousands of years, but isn't a person's short life just a few hasty summers and a few small winters?We look up at mountains and call them eternity because that is what they appear to be.

However, in the long river of time, mountains rise and collapse, rivers change their course, stars fall from the sky, cities sink into the ocean, and even gods will be born and die alternately.

The vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world.

How can you be so confident with your limited knowledge to claim that the real wizard is lost forever. "

His seemingly tactful voice was actually insinuating that the old wizard in front of him should not use his limited knowledge to doubt the nature of the world.

At this time, Brian had vaguely guessed the real intention of the old king calling him here, so he naturally wanted to show his strength as much as possible to let them know that Kearney did not choose the wrong person.

Obviously, the old wizard understood Brian's words, and a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his old face.

Brian also noticed that Duke Sweet was trying to suppress a smile.

As for the old king, he always had a kind smile on his face from beginning to end, which made him a little bit unpredictable about his inner thoughts.

"That's right." The gray-bearded Grand Maester Boen nodded slightly, and sighed with emotion: "There are too many unknown things in the world, and we can't just deny things just because we haven't heard or seen them. objective existence.

In the face of nature and the long river of time, in fact, there is no difference between mortals and ants, they are all the same insignificance.Indulging in past experiences and being unable to extricate ourselves is often the most common and easiest mistake we make. We must always remind ourselves, never say never..."

Brian nodded secretly, very sympathetic to the old bachelor's feelings.

Because smart people who understand this truth are sometimes crazier than ignorant people. In order to break through the small self in the limited time and space, they can only take risks at all costs like him.

If not, how could he find a way to return to the main world.

After all the vicissitudes of the world and the changes in the world, in the long river of time, no one can see where they come from and where they go.

Even Brian, who knows a lot about the multiverse, still needs to explore, trying to understand the essence of everything.

In this case, he may not be able to fully see through until he perishes.

This is the real reason why he chose the wizard in the first place.

Because no matter in time or in the span of space, a person is very small. In the long river of history and in the starry sky of the universe, a legend of destiny seems insignificant. If you want to understand the multiverse, you must have enough knowledge. The kind of endless learning.

Therefore, his pursuit of the mysteries of the universe is not to pursue the so-called eternity.

After all, compared to standing on a high place and overlooking the vicissitudes of life, he is naturally unwilling to be turned into a piece of loess in the cycle of life and death.

Silence fell without warning, only the roar of the chimney flue, the hiss of the flames leaping up and spouting sparks.

"That's right, a real wizard can see the insignificance of human beings, the passage of time, and even the life and death of gods." The old king broke the silence, looked at Brian with cloudy eyes, nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Brian again. To Wizard Morel:
"Old wizard, do you still doubt that Brian's magic comes from the devil? Although I don't understand magic, I also know that real magic requires hard study and study. They flipped through moldy old scrolls books, debate magical theories with other wizards, and practice spellcasting.

For wizards, magic is not a talent, but a learned craft.This is like a bird born to fly, but does not know the principle of its own flight, and a wizard is a mystery seeker who studies the principle. "

Foresight.

For some reason, when he finished speaking, the royal language that had been handed down for thousands of years suddenly appeared in his mind, which made him secretly pray that his choice was correct.

"Do you still have any doubts?" The old king looked at the few people and said slowly: "If you have no objection, I will..."

"Your Majesty." At this time, Duke Swift answered, "I have another question here."

Seeing the old king nodding, he pondered for a while, and continued: "Brian, I wonder if you still remember a question I asked you in Thorn Castle."

"Of course I remember." Brian nodded slightly.

"Very well, I have given you such a long time to think about it, I think you should come up with the answer to the question." Duke Swift said with a smile on his face:
"Suppose you were a mercenary and three dignitaries sat in a room, one was a king, one was a temple bishop, and one was a wealthy merchant. Everyone asked you to kill two of them, should you To whom? The law of the kingdom, or the name of the gods, or the lure of riches."

"Since all this depends on the mercenary holding the sharp sword, it means that only the mercenary has the power." Brian looked around with a scrutinizing gaze, and said calmly and calmly:
"In this case, only children do multiple-choice questions. I will kill all three of them and get the throne, scepter, and wealth at the same time."

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(End of this chapter)