Magical Civilization and the War of the Gods

Peter's Holy Collar.

The Old Prince's Manor.

As a former manor during the period of Prince Avisu, decades have passed and it is still preserved in the same manner.

There are also dedicated people taking care of the manor. If there is any damage caused by frost, cold, heavy rain, etc., it will be repaired in time. It can be said that except that the trees and bushes in the manor are more lush, there is no difference from before.

However, outsiders are not allowed to visit at will.

After all, as it is owned by the royal family, its majesty still needs to be maintained. It is much more difficult to visit here than to visit the old city.

……

"Although it is a manor from the prince's period, it still looks very grand." Immiha said with a little envy in his words.

The manor was built on a hill. For outsiders, they could basically only see the five-meter-high wall and the sharp corners of the small castle-style main house. A large area around it is empty, and high-rise buildings will not be built here.

Except for the one kilometer radius of the manor itself, which is basically the original appearance, even the roads are the original stone pavement, not the solid alchemical sand and gravel pavement.

You can feel some atmosphere of the old times.

"It's already very ordinary. Apart from the necessary defense mechanisms, this manor has almost no extra luxurious decorations." Bailong said.

"Really?" Immiha was a little confused.

It is true that he has never seen any large manor, and he just lived in a small seaport city before, but Bailong seems to know it very well.

"The little guy is right. This manor may not be as luxurious as the manors of marquises and earls at that time." An old man's voice came.

Bailong knew that it was the old man who had noticed them when they walked in here.

Saint level strength, but...

"There is no need to doubt that my saint-level strength was forcibly raised through magic potions and the like. Apart from helping me extend my lifespan, it did not help with my combat ability." The old man said with a faint smile.

Kings of the first to seventh levels, taking the human race as an example, will not have their lifespan extended.

Only by breaking through the eighth level of the Holy Level can one be considered an extraordinary stage, and one's lifespan will be increased by about 50 years.

If you can break through the ninth level of god (low-level god), your life span will be increased by about another hundred years.

According to the average lifespan of the human race, which is about 70 years old, the lifespan of a god-level person is almost three times that of an ordinary person, which is barely worthy of the title of "god".

The old man in front of him obviously lacked talent in cultivation, and he had to forcibly improve his strength and extend his life with the help of noble people.

……

"Sorry, I don't know if I disturb you." Bailong also said politely.

"How could it be? It's been many years since any young man thought of coming to see this place." The old man shook his head gently.

"Ah? Doesn't anyone want to visit His Majesty the Emperor's former residence?" Immiha was confused.

Although I don't have a good impression of Emperor Ersha, if it weren't for White Dragon, I definitely wouldn't have thought of coming to see him. But the entire Ersha Empire is so big, there should be some people who want to come and take a look, right?

"Do ordinary people dare to visit the Imperial Palace?" the old man asked.

"Uh... okay." Immiha understood.

"Occasionally, some people will come, but they are basically reporters and so on. They will not be allowed in if their motives are not pure. Academies and the like will not give out special quotas for visits and the like. In fact, many young people I’m not interested in this kind of old stuff either.”

"The prosperous imperial capital, or the New Peter Holy City where you can live in a state of wealth and prosperity right next to it, are far more tempting than here."

"Coupled with the so-called majesty of His Majesty, there will be even less people."

The old man explained simply.

Although it sounds like the complaint of a lonely old man, it can be felt that he really doesn't like outsiders wandering here casually.

Especially the kind with impure intentions.

"Mr., are you the housekeeper here? My name is Bai Long, and I am an adventurer." Bai Long.

"Well, with a magic apprentice, it really doesn't look like a student. The teacher said that he is too young. It is really a special combination." The old man also looked at it, and then quickly said: "My name is Ryan, although I have already Even though I’m old, I’m still used to hearing people call me ‘Uncle Ryan’.”

"Uncle Ryan..." Bailong murmured and repeated.

The light and shadow in front of him seemed to be chaotic, and he seemed to see what the old man in front of him looked like when he was young.

Inexplicably, very familiar.

But I can't remember anything, just like the ruins of Wauchakam and the former site of the Magic Car Manufacturing Factory.

……

"Have I known this uncle before?" 』

"No, that's not right..."

"Why did I subconsciously call him 'uncle'?" 』

……

The old man who called himself Uncle Ryan was confused: "What's wrong with the little guy?"

"Master Bailong does this occasionally. He will be in a daze for a while and then he will be fine." Immiha is used to it.

"Oh, it's understandable that magicians do look like something unusual." Uncle Ryan didn't care.

"Excuse me, Uncle Ryan..."

Bailong didn't know why, but he found it difficult to say this title.

"Yeah." Uncle Ryan nodded.

"How many years have you been a housekeeper here?" Bailong asked.

"How many years? I don't really remember. I came here when Polly was still young. It must be more than 60 years ago, right?" Uncle Ryan thought for a while.

"Wow! That uncle... no, Uncle Ryan, aren't you over 80 years old?" Immiha was a little surprised.

"It's been so long since I've celebrated my birthday, I forgot about it." Uncle Ryan.

"That's it." Immiha said.

Bailong was silent, not knowing what to say at this time.

And he was a little confused.

That is the family of Emperor Ersha. Among the descendants he takes care of, the most famous one should be "His Royal Highness Liandel", but why does he only mention "Prince Polly" to describe it?

"Doesn't it mean that, Uncle Ryan, you grew up watching the legendary His Highness Lian Del? You must be very proud to have such an outstanding His Highness, right?" Immiha asked immediately.

"Indeed, yes." Uncle Ryan nodded.

But both Yimiha and Bailong could feel the unconcealable heaviness in his tone.

seem.

Regarding His Highness Lian Del, it was a topic he did not want to mention.

……

"I'm sorry, did I... say something wrong?" Imiha felt something was wrong and quickly apologized.

"It's nothing, little guy, don't worry about it." Uncle Ryan smiled and waved his hand.

"Oh." Immiha responded softly.

I also know that I can’t continue this topic anymore, about His Highness Lian Del.

"If you want to visit, I'll take you around, but I won't take you close to the house." Uncle Ryan said instead.

"Is it okay?" Bai Long asked in confirmation.

If they were just polite words to change the subject, they would be a little bit out of touch if they really followed.

"Just take a look. When you reach the level of Holy Magician or Dharma God, this manor with nothing to protect it will be known by a magician like you, just by scanning it with your mental power?" Uncle Ryan also said with a smile.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you." Bai Long.

"Let's go." Uncle Ryan led the way.

He walked very slowly, looking like an ordinary old man with a stumbling gait.

You can also feel that his steps are very skillful, and he has walked the road to the manor countless times.

The vegetation on both sides of the trail is very lush, but even the evergreen vegetation will inevitably have some fallen leaves in the autumn wind, but it does not appear messy, and there is no deliberate cleaning.

Slowly, they came to the door.

The seemingly ordinary iron door should have some alchemical metal mixed in it to inscribe a defensive magic circle. Its strength cannot block very strong attacks, but it is still no problem in blocking small thieves or unexpected natural monsters.

……

Opening the door reveals the familiar interior of the manor.

Yes, familiar.

Bailong felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity all the way from the trail here, even more familiar than the one at the Magic Car Manufacturing Factory.

"This is actually the outer area, and there is a wall in front of it. That is where Master Ersha and the others used to live. These places on the outside are usually where guards live and patrol. Of course, there are also knight mechas from that time. .”

"Well, the warehouse over there is where the knight mechas used to be stored."

"The model at that time was still the 'Frost Blade Rider' from the Evisu Kingdom period, with level three strength."

Uncle Ryan introduced while leading the way.

"It turns out that there are double-layered walls that separate the inner and outer courtyards. If a little thief breaks in, it will be too late to regret it, right?" This is the first time Imiha has seen this kind of manor.

"I don't know about other territories, but Master Ersha has always treated the people in his territory well. At least in the decades I have been here, I have not encountered any thieves who have come to steal."

"The only time the wall was breached was a monster attack on a winter night."

"If I remember correctly, it should be a black-haired dragon. I can't remember exactly what level of strength it was. Anyway, it was quickly eliminated by the besieged Frost Blade Cavalry."

Uncle Ryan tried to recall memories that had forgotten some details.

"Then the monster must have entered by mistake, right? Otherwise, I feel so stupid." Imiha.

"Who knows?" Uncle Ryan.

Continuing to wander around the outer courtyard area, I arrived at a flat land that was already overgrown with weeds. Judging from the ground, it should be a martial arts training ground.

"The little guy knows fire magic, right? I just want to do a little favor and clean up these weeds." Uncle Ryan said.

"Okay." Bai Long nodded and quickly asked: "Do I need to use dark magic or other extermination roots to revive? It should save a lot of trouble in the coming year."

"That's not necessary. It doesn't look good when it's bare. Just treat it as repairs." Uncle Ryan.

Bailong nodded slightly.

Fire element, third-level magic - earth fire spreads.

Wood element, third level magic - spring breeze.

The flames whipped through the weeds, quickly reducing the surface to ash.

Under the penetration of the wood element, the roots and seeds are better activated and can grow better in the coming year.

……

"Yes, wood magic will recover well in the coming year." Uncle Ryan nodded with a smile.

"Everything will recover." Bai Long.

"Yes." Uncle Ryan nodded slightly, turned around and continued walking as if leading the way: "Come here, little guy, just in time to use your magic to help."

"Is this considered payment for the visit?" Immiha then reacted.

"Haha, you can say that." Uncle Ryan smiled.

An old man and two children were strolling around the manor.

Just like the boy next door, helping his grandfather with some things, he uses convenient magic to handle trivial matters in the manor.

It's not against the rules, but it's a bit comfortable.