What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 148-147- The value of a legendary mage’s life

When they arrived at the location guided by the Sun King, they found that it was an open space in the forest.

There is a rotten and hollow wooden pile above the exact coordinates. It doesn't look like the administrator's secret cabin, but more like the home of various cold-resistant fungi.

According to Duomi's memory, it is impossible to remember it wrong. If it is here, it must be here.

"The coordinates are correct, it's either above or underground." Duomi said firmly.

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw a clear blue sky. It was a clear and sunny day with a few birds flying over. The weather in the north had improved a lot since the second sun appeared, and the temperature was only a little higher. That’s all, so as not to cause sea levels to rise…

Afu shrugged: "It doesn't look like he's in heaven."

"It's definitely underground!" Duomi stepped on the snow on the ground with his boots, "dig, everyone, just dig straight down."

As he spoke, he used slime gel to shape four shovels and gave them one each to Touer, Tower Shield Brother, and Swordsman Brother. The last one was his own.

Then he said to 47 and Afu: "You two patrol the surrounding area with it, and try not to let strangers approach."

"clear."

"I see."

"..."

The four of them picked up the slime shovels and started digging towards their feet.

I have to say that the blessing given to him by the Sun King was really effective!

I directly added ten points of strength, and when I started working, I felt very energetic and did not tire myself at all!

In addition to him, Tuo'er is also a muscular man. He digs up soil like a donkey in the production team, with a lot of force.Brother Tadun and Brother Swordsman are mainly about being hard-working and uncomplaining. Compared with the first two, they are less efficient, but they are very stable.

With their unremitting efforts, when the depth of the hole reached about three meters, Duomi's shovel finally touched a hard object other than soil, and they felt happy.

At this time, he thought that since the administrator communicated between the ruins and the secret room through teleportation, and his body was dead, then this secret room would probably not have a door or vent, and he would have to drill a hole violently if he wanted to enter.

The secret room didn't seem to be very valuable. The walls were made of ordinary stone, and a hole could be made by casually digging out a hole for one person to enter and exit.

To be on the safe side, I first asked the swordsman brother to go down and explore the path. After there was no danger, Duomi also entered. Since the secret room was not large, the others stayed outside and waited for good news.

There were no lights in the secret room, but Domi had night vision.

After clearing the view, you can see that the secret room is quite clean, at least there is no accumulation of dust.The furniture inside is very simple, a desk, a chair, and a bookshelf next to it. There is not a single formed book, but only parchment documents with rough edges.

The thing on the desk is even simpler. It is a diary, with an inkwell, a quill pen and an oil lamp next to it.

Based on this environment, Duomi can almost conclude that this is not a place where treasure is hidden, but a private cabin that belongs to the administrator alone. After all, he has even placed his most private notebook here generously.

The teleportation circle is carved on the floor behind the chair. This is all the furnishings in the secret room. In one word - simple.

Duomi was disappointed, but in line with the ideal and belief that thieves never leave empty-handed, he decided to study the information left by the administrator.

However, time was limited, so he stuffed the diary into his pocket first. It was very convenient to have a pocket directly in the inner lining of clothes made from slime, and it was easy to put a book in it.

Then he put all the documents in the bookshelf on the table, sat on the chair and scanned them one by one.

[Ten lines in one glance] + [Photographic memory] played a big role at this moment again.

"The 480th environmental simulation experiment: This time, the desert terrain is simulated. With reference to the western desert of the mainland, high-heat light magic is used to simulate the sun. The temperature difference between morning and night in the desert is huge, and ice magic is used to create low temperatures at night... Oh, by the way, The remnants of the Xisha Empire that were abducted last time can be put here as guinea pigs."

"Experiment result: Failure. Relying on high-heat light magic and high-intensity ice magic consumes too much magic power and cannot operate for a long time."

"The 480th Second Environment Simulation Experiment: This time it simulates highly mobile terrain to achieve rapid disease isolation, fire isolation and other measures..."

"Experimental result: failure, randomness cannot be controlled."

"The 480th third environmental simulation experiment: for the mental health of residents, simulated thunder and windy weather..."

"Experimental result: Failure, too much magic power was consumed."

"The 480th and [-]th environmental simulation experiment... I seem to have missed something... The magic reserve of the facility has bottomed out, the treasure has been exhausted, and the simulation cannot continue, nor can it continue to attract outsiders to conduct experiments. It is meaningless...

This facility failed to bring the people of the North to a perfect world in the end. I poured all the time and energy of a legendary mage into it, but... there was still no return. "

"What does my life mean?"

As he wrote this, Duomi seemed to be able to see that the administrator at that time was getting increasingly irritable and his sanity was on the verge of collapse. The most intuitive manifestation was his handwriting that went from delicate to scrawled.

Every stroke and every painting is so frantic, just like his heart.

"Anyone who has worked hard for hundreds or thousands of years without any reward will go crazy."

Domi felt a little sympathetic to this guy now. After all, his starting point was extremely kind and upright, and he really paid a huge price for it.

"Forget it, that's it...I'm really tired."

At the end of this last document, he left this sentence.

How hopeless and sad that must be.

Duomi sorted out these documents and then took them out of the secret room. These documents may let the entire Northern Kingdom know that there was once a legendary mage who studied hard underground for nearly a thousand years and even abandoned his physical body for the sake of everyone's life.

When he came out, Tol and Afu gathered around to ask about the situation, and even 47 pricked up his ears, wanting to know what was going on inside.

"It's just a secret room with a table, chairs and a bookshelf, and nothing else but these files."

Everyone was disappointed when they heard it. They thought the final treasure was hidden inside, but they didn't expect this result.

"Hey~ Let's break up."

"Being a cow-horse adventurer is somewhat rewarding. Why doesn't he even give you some severance pay..."

Duomi twitched his lips, these two guys really fell into the eyes of money.

After they were done, they did not stay in the ruins city, the current place of right and wrong. Some people, such as the hotel owners, still recognized them, so they went back in such a swagger to ensure that they would be recognized, and then told the outside world that "someone came out of the ruins alive." "Hey~~" The next target was the Theocracy of St. Ifamour, so Duomi and others walked in that direction, and caught a carriage transporting goods halfway. The direction was similar, so they hitched a ride. , the coachman readily agreed.

In the front and rear open-air carriages with a shock absorption effect of approximately 0, the child care was fast asleep (it was really surprising that he could fall asleep in such an environment), Afu wiped the dagger that had been with her for three years, 47 Close your eyes and relax.

Taking advantage of this free time, Duomi took out the diary from his arms that he had not had time to read.

By the way, Duomi put those documents on the city lord's desk before leaving. Worried that he would not be able to carry them clearly, he thoughtfully made a few copies and gave them to several local newspapers.

It's not that the managers want to trick them and help clear their name, it's mainly because Duomi doesn't want his efforts before going crazy to be forgotten by the world. A somewhat shameless saying is that heroes cherish heroes.

He probably started writing this notebook after entering the facility, and half of it is still untouched.

Duomi opened the diary of this legendary mage with great expectation, wanting to know what kind of mental journey he had.

Soon, Duomi knew his real name - Milu. Just like it was written on the title page of the homework book, Milu also wrote his name on the first page after opening the title page:

"Milu's Diary"

Duomi understood immediately at first glance, it turned out that they were all born with the character 'Mi', no wonder they were so awesome.

In the early stages of the diary, he would describe the simulation experiments in detail, and then become more and more concise, until at the end there was only one line at most - "I also did an experiment today."

In the middle of the "One Line Era", Milu occasionally wrote a few sentences to express his dissatisfaction, either complaining that the magic power consumption was still very high, or complaining that he was almost tired of eating the food.

The subsequent dissatisfaction never appeared again after he decided to give up his physical body.

Later, it seemed that everything had changed.

He no longer records the content related to the experiment, and he no longer complains. There is only one focus in the whole article, a god named - 'Void'.

Milu affectionately calls Him the 'Mother of Falsehood'.

The mistress would often listen to his appeals in dreams and express her deep and sincere sympathy. Milu seemed to have found a soulmate.

Under the guidance of this false mistress, Milu gradually became unable to do experiments and often questioned himself. After countless failures, is it necessary to persevere?

From the recorded conversations, it can be seen that the mistress was always trying to persuade him to give up. He had even lost his physical body, what else could he not lose?It's better to let yourself live more freely.

Perhaps because Milu's desire to benefit the suffering people in the north was not so easily uprooted, he still continued to 'work' despite the temptation.

It wasn't until all the treasure was gone, the magic power was exhausted, and the last document ended with a scrawled sentence that he gave up completely.

What kind of paradise is there, far away from hunger and cold? If it weren’t for gods, no one could achieve it with just the strength of mortals!
Without faith, even the soul of the legendary mage was as fragile and helpless as duckweed. He turned to the embrace of illusion and enjoyed a moment of tenderness in the gentle embrace of his mistress.

As time went on, he became calmer and calmer, so calm that he was not interested in anything.

Even if the best food, the most enchanting woman, or even the most powerful power in the world are placed in front of him, he is no longer interested.

His only pleasure now is to make more people feel nonsense, hypocrisy, absurdity and falsehood.

That was what his mistress taught him, saying that it would make him happy again. In fact, it was exactly as the mistress said. He really felt happy after he was completely ruined!
The joy of doing nothing, the joy of doing nothing meaningful, the joy of realizing that everything you did before was in vain!

It's just that abstract.

This seems like nonsense to Domi, but it really happened to Milu.

Also under the "teachings" of the false mistress, Milu began to plan a big game. At this time, it coincided with the day when the magic ruins were about to open as usual, and thousands of living people would come to his paradise.

Therefore, Milu wanted these thousands of people to feel the unforgettable nothingness!

Speaking of rewards, it's just like in previous years. The longer you hold on and the more levels you pass, the more generous the rewards will be. But when it comes to the final settlement, you find, eh, there's nothing, it's all nothingness.

Then there were the people who died on the way. They thought they would be eliminated and sent outside, but they never thought they would die directly.

Is there anything more ridiculous than dying in a daze?
It can be said that from beginning to end, everything was going according to Milu's plan, even if they destroyed everything...

In his plan, he should kill everyone in the end to achieve the second goal perfectly.

Even if there is an accident and someone is able to kill everything and get out, he will still not get any reward, because the inventory has long been empty, and the trip is in vain, which indirectly achieves the first goal.

As long as he walked into the portal that day, he would not be able to escape this fate. He had fooled everyone.

This plan was completely written on the last page of his diary. Like the last document, he also wrote a digression at the end——

"In this way, I will probably feel happy for the first time in a long time, and she will probably be filled with joy. I can at least create this value in my life."

Duomi suddenly realized it when he saw this, or he succeeded in figuring out something.

According to some fragments of words, it turns out that Milu already knew that the experiment would fail in the middle and later stages.

They continue to do meaningless experiments out of self-comfort or paralysis, not because they have a deep-rooted desire to benefit the people.

In doing such an experiment, not only did he invest everything himself, but many tribes in the north also invested a lot at that time, but he did not achieve any results.

This made him feel that even if he became a legendary mage, he could not contribute to the northern region, the hometown where he was born and raised, and exert even a little bit of his own value, so he chose crooked ways to create value under the temptation.

But no matter what approach he took and what changes he made, his desire to create value never wavered, and in the end it followed him to the end of his life...

Snapped!
Duomi closed this notebook full of bitterness and suffering, and it was hard to calm down for a while.

If it was what he thought, then it was difficult for him to evaluate Milu.

Because he started with good intentions and ended up doing evil, but he always carried an obsession that he took to the grave, like a romantic and paranoid nihilist and utopian.

There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers, maybe he is the only one who thinks so.

But that's okay, as long as you believe what you see.

Duomi turned to look outside the carriage. Unknowingly, a long time had passed. The sunset was extremely gorgeous, and the sky was covered with fire clouds. The carriage was still driving bumpily towards the road ahead, gradually getting further away...

(End of this chapter)