"Haha? The theatergoers actually came earlier than the actors. Do these people have any sense of professionalism?"

"a ha ha ha………"

Hearing Fang Zheng's complaint, Hua Hua couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. Although they were indeed here to watch a show, there was no need to say such words. Although Hua Hua also found that the girl with red ponytail in front of her hated those magicians, but

This kind of directly treating others as clowns... is really interesting.

The servant who led the way didn't say anything. He just took the two of them to the reception room, then said goodbye and left. Fang Zheng found a sofa and sat down, then took out a PSP from his arms and started playing happily.

"It's unimaginable..."

Huahua sat beside her blankly, looking at the scene around her. Ever since she entered the castle, she had discovered that the owner of the castle had some kind of sincere love for angels.

Angels are on the stained glass, angels are carved on the pillars, angels are painted on the walls, and angels are on the paintings. The decorative patterns on the cabinets, the armrests of the sofas, the table tops of the coffee tables, almost everything you can see is covered with angels.

The angel is filled to the brim.

"Xiaohong..."

"Um?"

"Magician... why do you want to search for the root?"

Flowers murmured to herself and asked. Of course she knew that the magician's goal was the root, but this was something that Flowers, as a magical girl, could not understand.

"Who knows, but...I have a few small guesses."

After saying this, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, you will find that the whole thing was funny from the beginning."

"funny?"

"Yes, you should have heard from Fiore that modern magic has declined."

"This... I've heard about it."

"In fact, this is true. Compared with these poor guys in modern times, the magicians of the Gods were quite powerful. They were really able to achieve things like those in myths and legends, like Cinderella's glass slippers.

Son, it was a piece of cake for the magicians of that era. However, have you ever thought about why the magicians of that era didn’t pursue some source of vortex? They were obviously hundreds or even thousands of times more powerful than modern magicians.

, whether it is powerful magic, spells, or mystery, it is far superior to modern magicians. And if you have read myths, you should know that in myths and legends, many ancient magicians still have the blood of gods, and even

They must be demigods. With their abilities, no matter how difficult it is to trace the source of the vortex, it will not be more difficult than for modern magicians."

"What you said... seems to make sense, but maybe a magician has arrived before?"

"Hahaha, if such a person really existed, he would have been targeted by magicians and worshiped by now. However, it is a pity that he does not exist at all."

"Then why is that?"

Hearing this, Flowers' curiosity was aroused, and Fang Zheng put down the PSP in his hand, thought for a moment, and then showed a malicious smile.

"I don't know either, but I have an interesting guess...Flower, you should know the messenger game."

"Of course I know this."

"Then you should also know very well that the most interesting thing about the messenger game is that once there are more people spreading the message, the meaning of what the last person said is completely different from that of the first person."

"Hmm...it's really interesting...Huh? Wait, so you mean...?"

"That's right."

Fang Zheng was sitting on the sofa and rocking back and forth, smiling like a little fox.

"If I have to make a personal guess, it may be that the ancestor of a great magician told his descendants something similar, like if you want to find the treasure I left, go to the Vortex of Roots, where

You can get everything you want. Maybe this magician just wants to inspire future generations, or maybe he gives them another way. After all, there is everything at the root. Once you reach the root, you will naturally find what they want.

It turned out that the meaning was spread over and over again... Hahaha, it was like a pirate telling everyone before his execution that if you want to find my treasure, go to the Grand Channel, and then a group of people went to sea.

Over the decades, it started out as a search for treasures, but in the end, for some unknown reason, the rumors gradually became twisted into the idea that whoever finds those treasures can become the pirate king... How about that? It's very interesting."

"It's really interesting."

At this moment, suddenly, an old voice came.

"In that case, are magicians who are looking for the root all clowns?"

"It seems to me about the same."

Hua Hua stood up in surprise because of the sudden voice behind her, while Fang Zheng was still sitting on the sofa, playing with the PSP in his hand.

"What these magicians are doing now is just like picking up a fragment from an alien flying saucer on the beach and hoping to use this fragment to restore everything about the entire alien civilization. There is nothing more ridiculous than this.

It’s something.”

Having said this, Fang Zheng pressed pause, then raised his head and looked at the door. With the faint sound of metal friction, an old man in a wheelchair slowly appeared in front of the two of them. He looked to be over eighty years old.

Years old, the whole person is like a skinny mummy, and behind the old man is a boy. No, it is more like a doll than a boy. He is like a robot without self-awareness, pushing the old man

in a wheelchair, with two eyes staring blankly into the void.

"Hahaha, young people nowadays are all sharp-tongued. Are you the messengers from that heresy?"

"I don't want to be called a heretic by you."

Fang Zheng curled his lips.

"The Thousand World Tree exists for this world. At least... it is more valuable than your Magic Association."

"How can a little girl like you understand the ideals of a magician?"

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly and became serious, but Fang Zheng glanced at it and lowered his head again.

"Your ideals are worthless to Thousand Realms Tree, and they are worthless to this world. Of course, if you like to enjoy yourself behind closed doors, that's fine, but disturbing others is another matter.

Things...I think governments around the world don’t want unexplained disasters and killings to happen frequently in their countries.”

"snort!"

Hearing this, the old man's face darkened. What Fang Zheng said was exactly their Achilles' heel. If it were hundreds of years ago, they could still use their mysterious power to cooperate with the rulers. But now, with the progress and development of the times,

, now magicians have gradually been marginalized. Although they can still rely on their wealth and power to obtain a certain degree of support, but... it can no longer be the same as before.

"I want to see what the Thousand World Tree is capable of!"

As he spoke, the old man lightly tapped the cane in his hand. In an instant, hundreds of golden butterflies emerged from all directions, then they gathered and flew towards Fang Zheng and the flowers.

Facing the old man's attack, Fang Zheng didn't even raise his head. On the contrary, the first person to attack was the flowers.

She stretched out her right hand and quickly traced a series of mysterious characters in the air with her fingers. The next moment, a wall of flames rose from the ground, immediately separating the old man from them. The golden butterflies were directly caught by the flames.

Swallowed, disappearing without leaving even a trace.

Then, the flower suddenly waved its hand, and the burning flames quickly retracted in the next moment. Except for leaving a dark scorch mark on the ground, everything around seemed unchanged.

"so………"

It was only then that Fang Zheng put down the PSP in his hand and looked at the old man again.
Chapter completed!