"So the ancient god is the god of the mythological era?"

In the ancient tower, Mosca stood on the ancient stone bricks that had lasted for thousands of years and murmured.

He finally understood why the forces in the East and the West are so unbalanced, and it turned out that there was such a big change back then?

Mosca spent his previous study on how to make himself stronger, and never carefully studied these historical books in the tower.

"If you are interested, you can study these two books, which record some things related to the afterlife and the ancient gods."

After Faraday handed the two books in his hand to Mosca, he continued:

"In addition, your brother Ronal, has just started the path of a magician recently, so you can communicate with him more."

Faraday looked at his son, and the smile almost spread out from the corner of his mouth.

His years of heartache ended, and as long as he saw his son, he couldn't help but smile.

Even the Lord of the Tower said that he has laughed too much recently.

Mosca glanced at Ronal and said, "I will communicate more with Brother Ronal, after all, we are brothers."

Faraday smiled and said, "Okay, I won't disturb you from communicating. I'll go to the Lord of the Tower to talk to him about the next auction. If nothing unexpected happens, you can prepare in advance. We will set off at the end of this month."

"yes!"

Mosca nodded.

He was afraid that the auction would be delayed because of the arrival of Martians, but now he can rest assured.

After Faraday left, Mosca turned to look at his brother Ronal and smiled affectionately: "Brother Ronal and don't know what he wants to talk about?"

His smile is very contagious, and people will feel good about him involuntarily.

The same is true for Ronal. He has a good impression of his father's magic apprentice. When he was a mortal, Mosca often encouraged him.

Now, if you become a magician yourself, you can also talk to Mosca about the topic of the magician world.

"Let's talk about the auction. My father has been talking about the auction recently." Ronal said with a smile.

"The auction, which was held by the strongest people in the East, about extraordinary items,..."

While talking to his "loved relatives, brothers and brothers" Ronald, Mosca was flipping through the books in his hand.

He didn't say goodbye to Ronal until the evening and returned to his room in the tower.

After setting up the entire room with a soundproof magic array, Mosca opened the book describing the end of the mythological era.

This page depicts the bequests of the gods after they left, and the pattern shows that after the gods left this world, countless items were thrown on this world.

Mosca looked at Tu and felt his heart beating excitedly. He pointed at the words on the book and continued to read them word by word.

"The gods cannot leave all the bequests of taking away in this world. No one knows why, maybe it's too hasty, maybe it's because they know we are too weak, and there is a secret to becoming a god in the rumors, but whether it really is there is no way to know."

The secret of becoming a god...Mosca quickly flipped the ancient books, hoping to find clues.

"As the secret of becoming a god, as mentioned above, there are bequests they leave to this world where the gods live."

Mosca quickly turned the book to those pages describing the place where the gods live. According to myths, the places where the gods live in different myths live in different myths.

These gods often live in places where people cannot exist.

What Mosca needs to do is find the easiest place to find.

"These places still need to be verified one by one, and combined with the rumors in the real world."

Mosca found out the places where the gods lived in the books one by one, marked them, and then closed the books.

"It will take time to determine."

Mosca frowned, then took the hat on his cap and walked to the top of the tower.

This is the room of Russell Bedford Larman, the Lord of the Tower, and it also represents the majesty of the Lord of the Tower.

"Why are you here?"

Russell Bedford Larman was processing letters from the Pope, feeling someone came, and looked up.

"Last time you asked me if I would like to be a contact person between the tower and the human world. I am here to answer you this time. I would like to be a contact person between the tower and the human world."

Mosca bowed and said, "It seems that I am the only one of the towers is the most suitable. If you reject your invitation, you really feel a little ignorant of repaying the tower's kindness."

"I'm very pleased that you can think so."

Russell Bedford Larman nodded and said with relief: "I will tell your teacher about your situation so that he will not think too much. However, as compensation for your sometimes inability to listen to classes at the tower, I will open some of the tower's library for you."

"That would be better." Mosca bowed. What he lacked the most now was the extraordinary library.

"If there is nothing else, I will go to the world first."

Russell Bedford Larman stood up and said, "I have only one thing. The relationship between the Holy Court and the Witch and the Demon has always been bad. If the Holy Court was born this time, if it weren't for the arrival of the heavenly beings, then they might have had a direct conflict with the witch. Pay attention to the recent Holy Court."

"OK!"

Mosca bowed and left the room of Russell Bedford Larman, the Lord of the Tower, and then left the Tower, where he was going to find the bequest of the gods.

This is a more powerful heritage than the tower about magicians.

"What else can be more tempting than becoming a god?"

In the fog outside the tower, Mosca whispered to himself, drifting away from the tower.

………

At this time, in the Grand Palace of Supreme Harmony, Zhang Dongsheng met the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Chuangji, in the Grand Palace of Supreme Harmony for the first time.

In the grand palace building, Zhang Dongsheng sat on a vermilion chair and quietly looked at the ruddy skull in front of him.

That day, the dark world appeared, and the Ming Emperor outside Jinling City was thrown in a deserted hill for a night. If it weren't for the uncle of Longhu Mountain guarding him, he might have been robbed.

The palace building is quiet, but grand, magnificent but peaceful.

Zhu Chouji lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Your Majesty, aren't you going to tell me what the imperial edict of the ancient emperor was like?"

Zhang Dongsheng raised his head, his eyes as unfathomable as the thousand-year-old pool, and no one could understand the thoughts in his heart.
Chapter completed!