Mystery: The whole good living master

Although they decided to film the idol drama, they couldn't delay the tour, so Time Worm No. 8 left a few Amon clones and wizards in Alice City to continue preaching (singing and dancing). The remaining troupe staff, wizards, and creatures like Amon set off for another city in a magic carriage.

Along the way, Time Bug No. 8 was overly excited and kept pestering Mu Fange to ask him to write a script for the idol drama, and he was very energetic.

Mu Fange took great pains to trick Time Worm No. 8 into writing the script himself.

According to Karen, the nearest city to Alice City is Shatar City. Different from Alice City which mainly undertakes agricultural distribution and trade functions, Shatar City is a hub of magical transportation. Legend has it that there is a giant Alicorn in the city who manages all the magical horses responsible for providing power for the magic carriages.

However, Christie secretly told Mu Fange that the Alicorn that manages the magic horse is only a legend. Although wizards cannot explain the principle of the magic horse in front of the magic carriage, no one has ever seen this Alicorn. However, there are always some scholars who will make up some unobservable twists and turns to explain this magical phenomenon in life.

Obviously, Karen couldn't hear these words, otherwise something bad would happen, so Mu Fange nodded: I understand, don't add more entities unless necessary.

However, in this world without the distinction between countries, most roads do pass through the city of Shattar. If you look down from a high altitude, the city of Shattar, where most of the buildings have light blue roofs, will become a drop of dew hanging in the center of a spider web.

The magic carriage gradually slowed down - they entered the city entrance, and then they had to undergo inspection and pay the entrance fee.

"Number 8! So who are we going to attack next?" Mu Fange rubbed his hands ready to go.

"According to the original plan, we will cover the city with posters and statues, set up the largest number of stores selling 'peripherals', as well as theme theaters and restaurants, is that right?" Time Worm No. 8 took out a plan supervised by Mu Fange.

"If we want to sell things, do we need to find some craftsmen?" Christie asked - obviously this world has not yet started the Industrial Revolution and still retains a very primitive production model of farms, ranches, and workshops.

Mu Fange rubbed his face and said, "I think why don't we promote the Industrial Revolution first? Maybe we can make the Fallen Mother Goddess become the Fallen Mother Goddess of Machinery and Steam?"

Surrounded by clear and stupid eyes, Mu Fange sighed: "I can't count on any of you, right? Oh... don't answer me..."

……

A long line of magic carriages slowly drove into the city one after another. On both sides of the road were restaurants, hotels, shops selling supplies, and even shops selling alcohol - the magic carriages were self-driving, so there was no such thing as drunk driving in this world.

The magic carriage dropped the group off at the door of the hotel, then lined up in a single file and walked towards the "parking lot".

Mu Fange didn’t understand how the magic carriage’s automatic driving worked. There was not even anyone in the carriage now!

The wizards chattered away, trying to explain the magic carriage's automatic path-finding and avoidance features.

Mu Fan Ge asked his question: If I don't know the way, can the magic carriage still find the way? Where does it find the way? Books? Maps? Or some kind of bird's-eye view satellite? If I'm drunk and want to rush on the road, will the carriage listen to me? How does the carriage know where I'm going? What if I want to go somewhere else halfway, what will the carriage do?

The wizards croaked and explained like frogs, and as Mu Fange's new questions popped up like bubbles, they became more and more anxious the more they explained: the magic carriage will take you wherever you want to go, the magic carriage will never hit another magic carriage, and you can't hit a living thing with the magic carriage, because the magic horse in front of the carriage has no touchable body, and if a living thing crashes into the magic horse's body, the magic horse will stop.

Mu Fange still couldn't understand how the magic carriage found the way.

Karen said proudly, "See. That's what I said, there is a magical Alicorn who manages all the magical ponies!"

Mu Fange felt that if the magical Alicorn really existed, then this Alicorn would definitely be very tired, and animal abuse would attract the attention of animal protection organizations!

"Interesting, interesting... It's good that you are a child who is eager to learn... The answer is actually very simple." Amon's voice came from behind Mu Fangge.

No! There is only Time Worm No. 8 here, and she is standing on my left. How can there be an extra Amon?

Mu Fange realized belatedly and turned around: that was not Amon, but a young man wearing an exaggerated red, blue, green and yellow clown hat, with oil paint on his face, a half-red and half-yellow vest and white robe-style leggings.

"Magic horses connect the world just like wizards. We share God's brain and thoughts." The young man dressed as a clown licked his lips and saluted Mu Fange playfully.

Mu Fange returned the greeting in panic, then thought: "Is the magic horse also a creation of the ancient gods? Is the wizard's mind connected to the ancient gods? They share the same collective subconscious, so the magic horse can know where the wizard wants to go and how to get there?"

"A genius idea!" The young man in the clown hat nodded approvingly, and the tentacles embroidered with pompoms on the hat jumped along with his head.

The collective subconscious is similar to the power of the audience. Mu Fange thinks this statement is more reasonable.

"How are these magics accomplished?"

However, Mu Fange was still confused. What was the way for the God of Forest and Life to achieve these magics? These were not the authority of the Mother Nest, right? Did the captive food mean that some Beyonder characteristics were captive like lambs?

The young man in the clown hat raised his hand and touched Mu Fange's hair, praising him generously: "Very good, not bad, very good..." He raised a provocative smile to Karen who was glaring at him... "I think you must have heard of the four major classifications of magic, classified in different ways: color magic, elemental magic, life magic, wish magic..."

"Color magic? Do you mean the magic of dyeing hair?" Mu Fangge thought of the black magic association that had the characteristics of an alien world.

The young man in the clown hat shook his head. "More than that. For example, red magic refers to all fire, all offensive, all irritating, all red, all warm magic... I think you can think of other things."

Mu Fan Ge nodded. He understood... "Then green magic is all leaves and vines, so it's healing, peaceful, green, and full of vitality?"

The young man in the clown hat raised one hand and pressed the hat, while he reached into the side pocket of his jumpsuit with the other hand and took something out. His eyes were shining as he looked at Mu Fangge excitedly: "Yes, that's amazing, very good, a good boy who can think, I've started to like you!"

The young man in the clown hat licked his lips and put his arm around Mu Fan Ge's shoulders. "I think I should tell you my name. My name is Luis Castro. You can just call me Louis... Are you willing to be my apprentice?"

Mu Fangge inexplicably felt as if Amon was hugging him, and his whole body was stiff as if he had been dead for ten days.

Christie scratched her head and stepped forward to help Mu Fange out: "You are a warrior, but you know so much about magic, even better than wizards."

Louis shook his head and put his finger to his lips: "I'm not a warrior, nor a wizard, I'm a scholar." ... Then he shrugged his shoulders and coughed dryly when Mu Fan Ge stared at his clothes with a rather disapproving look: "Of course, I am now the director of a circus."

Although this is questionable, Mu Fange felt that what Louis said was logically consistent, so it was reasonable that the inspiration did not succeed.

"Come with me, I think I should still have time to have a drink with you." Louis took Mu Fange's hand very naturally and took him away, as if the large group of people around Mu Fange did not exist.

"Great!" A wizard wearing a beret shouted sarcastically, "Our work hasn't even started yet, and the person in charge of the work has been taken away by some weirdo who came from nowhere!"

Time Bug No. 8 had a dark look in his eyes - Mu Fan Ge's departure just meant that she could let herself go and do whatever she wanted... How about starting with making all magical ponies wear monocles?

.........

Mu Fan Ge silently poured lemon tea into his mouth. It looked like lemon tea, but tasted like a mixture of watermelon, sturgeon, cherry and rice wine.

Mu Fangge's sanity value dropped after just a few sips. He is now struggling to make rational judgment.

"Shall we continue with our previous topic?" Louis was chewing a piece of juicy yellow lemon that was originally placed in the wine glass as a decoration.

"In addition to color magic, there is also elemental magic, life magic, and wish magic."

Mu Fan Ge calmly pushed the cup further away and said, "Elemental magic is gold, wood, water, fire, and earth?"

Louis raised an approving smile: "Very good, very good, try to think about what life magic is?"

"Control the blood and bones?" Mu Fangge asked tentatively.

Louis explains: "It's actually a very broad definition, and all magic that works on living things falls under this category. Of course, some scholars also believe that all magic performed by living entities is life magic."

Mu Fange thought about this line of thought for a while: "According to this line of thought, this classification is meaningless, right? Aren't all wizard magics life magic?"

Louis reached out his hand and stroked Mu Fange's head, then took out a biscuit from his pocket and stuffed it into Mu Fange's mouth: "Very smart, you are very good, great, but it's a pity that there are always scholars who don't realize this... It's useless to define magic. After all, the purpose of magic classification is to enable wizards to use magic better..."

Mu Fan Ge chewed on the strangely shaped biscuits. The biscuits tasted of meat and egg yolk and were very fragrant.

Mu Fan Ge nodded and agreed: "Pragmatism."

"Wonderful! You are a genius! You know? Your summary is very accurate and insightful." Louis was very supportive, like a baby sitter cultivating children's interests, he continued to ruffle Mu Fan Ge's hair.

After being rewarded with the second cookie, Mu Fan Ge felt very embarrassed - he found that he was completely different from a certain Mr. Luo. He simply couldn't calmly regard such common sense and philosophical words spoken unconsciously as his own work. This was too embarrassing and too shameful, especially when there was a professional supporting actor who was good at boasting in various ways next to him...

"The last one is the magic of wish. This kind of magic is the most complicated." Louis finished the lemon in the cup, and he waved for a plate of lemons.

"For example, I want to turn bread into wine. I want it this way, so the bread can turn into wine. It is my wish that drives the magic to turn the bread into wine." Louis took out a small piece of dry bread from somewhere... and ate it with a lemon between the bread.

This reminded Mu Fan Ge of a miracle worker, and he felt like he had the power of thought. Mu Fan Ge didn't understand. Did bread turn into wine by recombining the molecules and atoms that made up the bread into alcohol and water? Or did it advance time and summon the future wine in advance? Or did it just turn someone else's wine into his own wine?

Louis blinked. "I see you're thinking, but I feel like you're trying to use another analogy for magic. What's your name?"

"Me? Butia." Mu Fange replied.

"Look, your name is Butia, and my name is Louis. We are two completely different people, aren't we?" Louis guided softly: "The same is true for magic. If you try to understand magic by comparing it to other things, then you will be abandoned by magic."

Mu Fan Ge nodded: Just like formulas from different disciplines cannot be used interchangeably.

So where exactly is this place? According to the ancient gods, this is a planet in the starry sky, controlled by the mother nest, so it stands to reason that the extraordinary here should also come from the original, but what is the magic here?

Louis dipped his finger in lemon juice and drew lines on the table: "This one is the Kebodi Trade Road, this one is the Central Long Street, this one is the Mother Road, and this one is the King's Plank Road... They all connect to Shatar City."

Louis' light grey eyes paused on Mu Fange: "Sometimes, a person can have many names, and many paths may lead to the same result, Butiya."

Mu Fange nodded in agreement: The authority of many paths overlaps, and if the purpose is simply to create an extraordinary phenomenon, then the high sequence of almost every path can be achieved with very personal means - such as the very classic story of the returning trio playing poker.

Louis lowered his head to drink, and Mu Fan Ge smelled that the wine seemed to be mixed with apple juice, lemon peel, tobacco and cinnamon.

Louis continued, "The most mainstream school of thought now believes that warriors are the bones of gods, and wizards are the spirits of gods."

"Magic is essentially the preference of God, that is, this world." Louis shook his head helplessly: "No one knows the secret of magic. After all, no one can see the truth of this world through the mist of history..."

The last sentence reminded Mu Fange.

Mu Fange suddenly remembered something - among the messages contained in the love potion, there was a sentence about filtering out the influence of divine power and seeing the truth of everything.

Mu Fan Ge had used this skill before when he faced the ancient god composed of glowing weasels in the cave, but as soon as Mr. Ancient God disappeared, this skill was automatically turned off. Usually, after coming to this world, Mu Fan Ge's mind never thought of opening the evil king's true eyes to look around. Maybe in other worlds, it can be explained as forgetting, but in the mysterious world view, this situation is mostly caused by the audience, or in other words: the spirit is protecting itself.

Mu Fange suddenly became very curious. Although the spiritual warning had been telling him that curiosity would kill the cat, his heart was still restless and wanted to commit suicide. His san value was already unhealthy enough. What would happen if it was lower?

Louis suddenly stared at Mu Fan Ge with a complicated and ambiguous look. He asked, "I don't have time... Are you interested? How about I take you to my circus?"

For some reason, Mu Fange had a feeling that he was Leonard being stared at by Time Worm No. 1.

But perhaps because the inspiration judgment was not successful, Mu Fange did not think much about it and readily agreed to Louis' invitation.

……

Louis led Mu Fan Ge onto the circus carriage, a carriage painted with colorful paint and with an exaggerated double-layer red and white floral tarpaulin.

Before getting on the carriage, Louis looked at the magic horse in front of the carriage and thought. He always felt that this magic pony was weird and seemed to look different from before, but no one would come to steal the magic horse of the magic carriage, it was impossible to steal it.

Louis had no choice but to get on the carriage. He couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his memory or his eyes.

Mu Fange took the opportunity to recommend the No. 8 Time Worm monocle to Louis, and everyone who wore it said it was good!

"Well, a long time ago, I remember a long time ago, I also had a monocle, but now I don't have it." Louis said, and then he took the monocle, but didn't put it on.

The magic horse with a circle of white hair around its right eye pulled the magic carriage and set off, as cheerful and lively as before, because nothing had happened.