Sword and Magic and Taxi

After an indescribable period of time, Zhao Mai rested on his arm and Satiri rested on his chest, and the two of them yawned together at the stars that gradually appeared in the sky.

Even after a long period of work and exercise, even though his physical fitness was improved by the natural force and magical power gathered by the temple tower, Zhao Mai still felt quite tired. He once felt that his physical fitness could surpass more than 90% of the humans on earth, but there was still a certain gap between what he had imagined - or what he had learned through various strange channels. This can only mean that everything in the book is false, he said.

What are you talking about? Everything is fake? Satiri let her hair down, and her ivory skin was covered with red scratches, which were no different from those on Zhao Mai's dark skin. However, women will always blame men for such things: How come you, a druid, are like a beast and don't know how to be gentle at all?

Isn't it the same with you as a mage? You are so curious and want to try everything? Zhao Mai showed no sign of weakness and put his hand on Satiri. Before she could do anything bad, she caught her and turned her over. Look over the past.

What are you looking at? Zhao Mai asked: Can you read palm prints and destiny?

No, my teacher will. It's not Mr. Cotander, but the teacher who taught me how to control my body and charm. She said that she had seen many men's palm prints and understood their fates, and learned some skills from them. Satili crossed Zhao Mai's palm with her slender fingers, pointed at a palm print and said, This palm print says you are a liar.

Conscience of heaven and earth! Zhao Mai snorted: That line is obviously a lifeline. A person's health and lifespan can be inferred from the length and depth. It is not a line for honesty or liar.

Satiri straightened up and put her ear to Zhao Mai's heart: Then tell me, will you marry me?

I... Zhao Mai swallowed, and then said, I don't know how to answer. He looked into Satiri's eyes and said with a hint of apology: We can work hard in that direction.

Why, everyone is a free man, why can't we talk about this? Do you already have a wife, or do you want to continue to mess around?

That's not fair, Satiri, do you want to marry me now? Think about it carefully!

Think about it carefully, it's really not like that. Satiri laughed, shook her head, and ran over Zhao Mai's chest. Ah, I don't know what it's like to be a free man. Do I have to worry about what I should do every day, choose this or that?

Maybe, I don't know, who can be truly free? Zhao Mai sat up with Satiri in his arms, kissed her deeply, and only let go when he was almost suffocating. Satiri's face turned red from suppressing it, and she was about to pinch Zhao Mai, but she saw that his eyes were full of sadness.

What’s wrong with you?

I thought of something. Zhao Mai stretched out his hand, grabbed it in the air, and summoned the phone into his palm.

Satiri's eyes shone as she looked at the small shiny box curiously. There were no energy fluctuations of magic or psychic powers at all just now, and this summoned thing exuded an endless sense of mystery. What is this? she asked.

This is something from my hometown. It's called a mobile phone. Come and take a look at this timer. Zhao Mai opened the lock screen, and the clock still stayed at the time when he landed on the ground of Atas, without a single second change. It always indicates the flow of time in my hometown, and it has stopped. In other words, even if I live here for a hundred years, my hometown will not change at all.

Wow, it's so magical, it can actually affect the flow of time. What is this, magic or psychic power?

I don't know the principle. But... Zhao Mai finally expressed his worries: If I return to my hometown and pass there for a second, what will happen here in Atas? You... I... what will happen to this world? Will it be the end, will I never see you again?

Satiri frowned, sat up from Zhao Mai's arms, and began to think about this logic. Although it sounded incredible, she could feel that Zhao Mai was not lying. Whether it was her intuition as a woman or observing Zhao Mai's expression, she could come to the same conclusion. She didn't stupidly ask a question like Can't you stay here forever? She knew that there was no answer to that question.

Zhao Mai stretched out his arms and held Satiri in his arms, with many thoughts in his heart. Time is fair to everyone, and he now deeply understands the true meaning of this sentence. At first, when he discovered that the (relative) flow of time in Atas was stationary, he was secretly happy, thinking that he could train here, improve his abilities, and then return to Earth, where he would be able to suddenly become stronger in an instant. Feel. But the fact is that for him, time is still moving forward minute by minute, without mercy or nostalgia. The things that make up a person's memories and emotions are still like his heartbeat, happening, developing and ending again and again, one after another. This so-called static world is just a bubble to him. Once he leaves, it will burst and turn into nothing. It would be better to live peacefully day after day on earth, at least with the certainty that the days you live can be caught.

I can't stay forever. I have a certain reason to go back. Zhao Mai looked at Satiri and said, So, I want to take you away with me.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the stars in the sky were covered by a blue storm, lightning surged in the clouds, and huge psychic pressure surged down. A message was forced into Zhao Mai's mind: Satili cannot leave this world!

This voice is exactly the same as Atas's planetary will, but more majestic and harsh. Every word sounded like a heavy hammer falling on Zhao Mai's soul, knocking on his psychic barrier. It felt like being stuffed into a big bronze bell in a temple, which was ringing one hundred and eight times in a row. Zhao Mai was dizzy and reached out to Satiri for help. But the female mage remained motionless, as if she had been petrified. Zhao Mai's hand passed through her body as if passing through a shadow.

Why not? Zhao Mai gritted his teeth and said, History is created and the script has changed. Why can't we let the changes continue?

Because this is not your world and you have no power to influence the major elements of major events.

The heavy hammer hit again, and Zhao Mai's nostrils and ears began to bleed. He endured the pain and shouted: Anyone can become a Sun Mage, why does it have to be Satiri? Cotander is good! He is wiser, more experienced, and more charismatic!

This is not your world and you have no right to influence major elements of major events.

Then whose world is this? The heavy hammer hit Zhao Mai's soul again, the psychic barrier shattered, and his skin began to break into pieces. Zhao Mai raised his middle finger to the sky and struggled to say: If you don't care, call the person in charge!

You have no power to make major changes. The voice was merciless and still hit Zhao Mai hard at a fixed rhythm and force, making his wounds deepen, but it was not fatal. This is a warning, not a punishment or a blow.

It seemed that he had completed his mission or felt bored and no longer wanted to play with Zhao Mai. The blue storm in the sky dissipated instantly, as if it had never happened. The stars returned to the sky again, shining brightly on the arena. Satiri blinked, her eyelashes trembling. She knew nothing about what happened, and asked Zhao Mai with some confusion: I know you have a reason to go back, what next?

Zhao Mai looked down at himself and wiped his face with his hands. All the previous wounds and blood disappeared, as if they were just hallucinations. But his psychic barrier really disappeared, which gave him a wake-up call. What's going on with this damn planet's will? In the past, he thought it was the manifestation of the natural force at the planet level. Because of Atas's destroyed natural environment, he had anger and certain precognitive abilities, but now it seems The situation was somewhat different from what I thought.

The voice says that it has no power to make major changes, so what kind of power is it and what kind of power is it? How do I get the power to make changes?

Zhao Mai was thinking, his eyes naturally straightened. Satiri waved her hands in front of his eyes and said with concern: What's wrong? What are you thinking about?

I will find a way to solve this problem. Zhao Mai said to Satiri with a serious expression: I will keep trying until I find out the secrets inside and bring you true freedom.

Real freedom? Satiri lay on Zhao Mai's shoulder and said after a moment of silence: Don't speak so deeply to Teacher Cotand, okay? I am very free now. I am free to make a request to you. .”

any request?

Shut up and get on with it!