Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 598 The Truth 1
"Why are you here?" Zhang Cheng asked back.

"I...um... well, I'm..." Martin faltered, and then suddenly remembered something. "Zhang Cheng, did you leave after performing last time?"

"He's suspicious of you." Nuan Yangyang reminded.Of course, even if there is no warm sheep and sheep hint, Zhang Cheng can guess it.

"Yes," Zhang Cheng replied. "Leave after the performance. The theater owner... Well, after the fire, I guess your performance contract is gone?"

He was very calm... because what he wore that day was not Martin's clothes, but the clothes he took out from his own card.That's why he can leave with his clothes on.It was not that there were no people who saw him at the time, but unless everyone was thoroughly investigated up and down, he would not be associated with the "magician".Among other things, the check-in information at the hotel counter was deliberately messed up by the little girl.

Even if we find out who Zhang Cheng is, it is difficult to compare the specific people.After all, under the dimensional rift, Zhang Cheng returned home in an instant.It is not impossible to find Zhang Chenglai unless a multinational joint investigation is conducted, but the difficulty is indeed not small.

Of course, these are all nonsense. The truth is that Zhang Cheng, through Bai Ze's ability, knows Martin's hole card - and also knows why he is here.

Things like Bai Ze are so easy to use, who knows who uses them.No wonder the mountain ghost protects Bai Ze well, and there will always be a priest with divine favor waiting by its side.Even the gods are unaware of the birth of a white Ze.Otherwise, the mountain ghost's life would never be so easy.Bai Ze is simply a universal reader.With it, people's hearts are not separated from the belly.

"Where's the suit from the show?" Martin asked bluntly.

"Of course I left it where it was." Zhang Cheng shrugged. "Otherwise, how would I leave? The theater owner blocked the door and wanted to sign a performance contract with me."

"That day...then a big event happened over there, you know?"

"Of course..." Zhang Cheng replied. "But what's going on here, why are you here?"

Next to Martin was a stranger, five or sixty years old. Although he was dressed in a suit, he had an aura of peace on his body.His name was...some oddly long syllable that's hard to translate.It really wouldn't be possible without a professional translator.But Zhang Cheng knew that this guy was the leader of a new religion.And this leader has a bit of real talent and knowledge—he possesses magic through his own research and development in this magic-free world.

Zhang Cheng knew before that this was theoretically possible.Because there is indeed such a talent among humans.But the problem is that the earth is a non-magic world, your power will only disappear forever and will not increase.Your total amount of mana is limited, and it depletes every day.Ordinary-level talent basically disappears after adulthood.This person should be one of the most gifted talents, and the limited magic is still used at this age.

By the way, Martin is also a magician... Zhang Cheng only knows this now.But this one is not self-taught.

If he had any doubts in his mind, he could immediately ask Bai Ze, and Bai Ze directly read the other party's psychology and told Zhang Cheng the answer - but this matter was not very efficient.Bai Ze couldn't tell Zhang Cheng everything in an instant.So even if Zhang Cheng pretended, he had to ask a few words on the surface.

"This question has to be asked in reverse, how did you come here?" Martin asked.

"Me?" Zhang Cheng said. "I came across a strange painting somewhere, and it was actually connected to this place. I got into the painting and came here." He turned his head and pointed to the painting that he came in in the distance.

Martin stared at Zhang Cheng for a long time.Zhang Cheng's calmness, indifference, and calmness made him suddenly realize something.

"You...were invited?" Martin asked.

He had been called here to take on the job--as a doorman or guide.Martin didn't know who he was going to receive, but at least he knew who the guests would be.

People with supernatural abilities, magicians, wizards, monks... In a word, superhumans with supernatural abilities.These abilities may be innate talents, or the results of some traditional practice methods.

But he never expected Zhang Cheng... to be one of them. "I really didn't expect..."

"Ah, it's okay to say that if you have to." Zhang Cheng said. "I really didn't expect that you are also from this side."

"I'm just a peripheral member." Martin sighed. "My ideal is to be a magician, the kind who can move the world."

"It's true," said Warm Sheep. "It's not intended to use the identity of a magician to cover up the essence of a magician. Of course, this effect was actually achieved in the end-the kind that is unintentional."

"By the way... Even if you are an invitee, you shouldn't be here," Martin said. "Did they make a mistake?"

It was originally a one-on-one meeting, but I didn't expect that the order of the guests was not prepared.or...

"No, they are right. Originally, I thought Earl Elette was leading the way, but he probably didn't expect that I, a guest, didn't follow the rules very much." Zhang Cheng said. "What is this place?" He looked around again. "To be honest, it's luxurious, but a little... quaint."

"It's an indescribable place. To be honest, I don't know where it is, but I can be sure that this place is not on the earth in our usual sense." Martin replied.

"So, this is a demiplane?" Zhang Cheng asked.There is nothing unusual about demiplanes, Zhang Cheng himself has one.But on the earth, this is a rare thing.Millionaires are plentiful, but slum millionaires are rare. "An independent... small space? It's really rare to turn this place into a villa. These paintings are all doors? What's behind the door?"

Looking around again, Zhang Cheng sincerely felt that he was weak.Hey, when he renovated the Void Castle into a third-rate hotel, he thought it was a great achievement.Now it seems that the eyelids are really shockingly shallow.

"That's an entrance, too," Martin replied.Zhang Cheng of the magician in the past was one thing, but Zhang Cheng of the magician is another thing now.There is no need to hide these minor issues. "It's just permanent, but these painted doors are not permanent."

In this way, it makes sense.Looking at the crystal chandelier above the head, you know that electricity is needed here.With the permanent door, it is easy to pull the wires from the outside.From this point of view, the Void Castle is not so convenient.

"What's outside this wall?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"I don't know what it is," Martin replied. "But here..." He hesitated.Now that the guest is here, as a guide, he seems to have no way to leave him here. "Come with me... who is this?" He pointed to the little girl.

"Fiancee." The little girl replied confidently.It might be hard to tell on Earth, but in another world, Zhang Cheng personally admitted her fiancée's identity, and in front of everyone.

Martin whistled lightly, and gave Zhang Cheng a look that any man could understand. "Where's that one?"

"My bodyguard." Zhang Cheng replied.Lessons learned time and time again, especially the most recent lesson on a cruise ship, made him understand that a planeswalker can't be trusted with at least one guard by his side.

"Forget it." Martin said, he waved at Zhang Cheng and made a "follow me" gesture.

"Forget it," the Duke sitting on the chair looked obviously questionable. "If the guest doesn't obey the rules, then the host is also responsible for some punishment."

"What's going on?" Although Hongshi didn't say anything, he clearly expressed his confusion with the expression on his face.

"It's like this. According to the original arrangement, I will meet each guest one by one, but there is one guest who obviously can't wait." The Duke sighed. "I just let... a dog stop him a little bit, but I was beaten to death."

Hongshi also understood that the dog he was talking about was by no means a real dog.

"Although I did send out an invitation letter, it's difficult to be so indecisive..." the Duke said. "no solution anymore."

"What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing. In modern society, isn't jail time the most common form of punishment?" The Duke gestured. "Send him to the small black room and shut him up for a while. Mr. Hongshi, let's leave this matter alone and come back to our previous topic. Do you think the spirit of nature has boundless power?"

"It is difficult for human beings to understand the gods correctly." Hongshi said.The two exchanged a lot of secrets with each other just now.Redstone explained his knowledge and understanding of the primitive gods, or the spirit of nature, while the other party gave a lot of knowledge about magic.The other party's frankness surprised even Hongshi.Speaking of which, Hongshi felt that he was definitely not at a loss in this secret exchange, and he benefited a lot.

The power of an Indian wizard comes from the gift of the spirit of nature, but how to use it can only be explored by the wizard himself.This is why they are considered primitive witchcraft.At the same time, great wizards cannot be passed on stably, so a lot of knowledge and skills will be lost, which is also the defect of Indian witchcraft.Through this exchange, Redstone made up for many of its own shortcomings.

"Frankly speaking," Hongshi said. "I don't think your pursuit is valuable. Immortality is the authority of the gods, and it is not something that mortals can get their hands on."

"I disagree with that notion," the Duke laughed. "To be understood in reverse, the immortals can no longer be considered mortal. If you will help me ask the spirit of nature this question, I will make it up to you. You know, I just need an answer, whatever it is. Give me the answer, and I'll give you what you want."

"What do you think I want? Is there anything worth the risk of profaning the spirit of nature?" The wizard asked back.

"Of course, the government of the United States." The Duke laughed. "I can give you the secret of making peace with the United States government. You can use this to propose any conditions to them, including the establishment of an independent country. Of course, these things may need to be carried out step by step, not in one step."

Even the great wizard was stunned by the Duke's words. "You mean..."

"I don't think I need to repeat it a second time," said the Duke. "I said it very clearly, there is nothing difficult to understand."

"Specifically... how to do it?"

"Oh, here's my secret. Secrets for secrets, answers for answers, that's the way it is, isn't it?"

The great wizard was silent, obviously the condition proposed by the other party made him tempted.But he is also very clear that the power of his great wizard comes from the spirit of nature, if he offends the spirit of nature, everything will go away from him.

"May I ask, why are you pursuing this?"

"Your Excellency the Great Wizard," the Duke said slowly. "How old do you think I am?"

Hongshi took a closer look. From an ordinary perspective, this person should be between five and sixty years old, and the maximum should not exceed 60 years old.But since he said so, the age is definitely not in this range.But it is not clear whether it is bigger or smaller.

"I won't hide it, my age is already in triple digits," the Duke said. "You may think I'm still young, but in fact I have the feeling... It will only be a few years if I go on like this."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of human beings," Hongshi finally said.

"But I'm not reconciled," said the duke. "I used to be just a survey team member who knew nothing, but now I have everything I should have. Money, power...and magic. The ancient nobles pursued alchemy and immortality in their castles There are magicians there. Human nature has hardly changed in hundreds of years."

"Your magic cannot..."

"Yes, but the effect is limited." The Duke said with some regret. "It's magic that keeps me looking like this."

"By the way, we've been chatting here for half a day, and we've finished drinking the black tea," the Duke said. "It's almost lunch time. Ah, Your Excellency the Great Wizard, affected by the rotation of the earth, our time zone may be different. I would like to invite you to have lunch together."

……

When Zhang Cheng walked into this place through the space door, he felt something was wrong.

Surrounded by solid walls, there is nothing in the long corridor, and there are rooms on both sides.But all the rooms are very small and have no doors.

Zhang Cheng knew this pattern—the lowest level of the Void Castle looked like this.Or in other words, here is a prison.Of course, there is one thing that is better than the Void Castle: flush toilets are installed in the corners of every room.

He looked at Martin, who also looked flustered.

"What's going on?" Martin didn't come back to his senses for a long time. "Here is...why did we come here?" He turned his head, but saw that the pattern on the large oil painting was a bleeding dagger—a metaphorical picture in the field of mysticism.

(End of this chapter)