Dawn of the Grey Tower

King capital, port area

The originally bright living room was shaded by heavy curtains, and only a few rays of sunlight that luckily broke through the barrier in the gap left golden marks in the room. The heat and smoke from the mouth of the teapot are mixed in a slightly higher place, regardless of each other. Roland, sitting silently at the table, smoking a pipe. There was a pot of tea and two cups in front of him. Of course, one of the cups is his own, but to whom is the other one? You know, he is the only living person in this house, and Sparrow was also sent to the Crimson pupil early to ask for one-eyed care. At this point in time when people are panicked because of the Rat Hunting Act Come to visit a wandering old magician?

"Knockknock" knocked on the door and sounded. Roland had no slight accident. He seemed to have known that someone would knock on the door at this time today. As a result, he didn't get up to open the door or ask the identity of the visitor, but just took another breath of tobacco.

"Tobacco is good." There was no footsteps or shadows, and the voice appeared with its owner across the table from the old man. Roland smiled and looked up at the figure wearing a gray robe. There were countless blooming Bauhinia flowers on his chest, but the flowers only opened for a moment. When they spread their petals, the flowers twisted into A chaotic vortex. Among all the people in this world wearing gray robes, only one of the clothes will have such changes.

"The best tobacco leaves of the season are used as a base. Three hundred years of golden fruit tree branches are used as firewood. A mixture of three dwarf spirits and an elven aging, two of which have been lost. Plus dragon blood grapes and desert Withered poplar sap. It took me nearly eighty years to smoke this box of shredded tobacco. "Roland said, pulling out an extremely delicate silver box from the cuff, but although the box is a work of art, its size But it is destined that the cut tobacco contained in it will not exceed tens of grams.

"But guess what? The box I made makes no difference from what is sold on the street." The magician smiled bitterly, playing the box with shredded tobacco with his fingers.

The gray robe man tilted his head and put down his hood. "Tobacco is tobacco. If you want it to have other flavors, why not just try something else?"

"This may be our difference, Clark. You always see things so clearly and can't accommodate any vagueness. Your disciples are just like you in this respect." Roland spit a smoke ring at his old friend , Said.

"And because you are too casual, you are what you are now. What about your pipe? Why not?" The Lord of the Grey Tower also smiled. He pointed to the pipe in Roland's hand and asked.

"Tobacco pipe?" The magician took something in his eyes and looked at it with some doubt. "Am I using it? Or do you wizards redefine the pipe when I don't know?"

Clark knocked briskly on the table, "You know I'm not talking about this one. Isn't that the one he gave to you, isn't that the best pipe in the world? Is there the best one? Why use this kind of thing?" "

"Oh," Roland showed a look of enlightenment, and his next words shocked the owner of the Grey Tower. "You said that one, I used it for a while. I think it's a taste no matter what you put it in, then It was too boring, so I threw it away. "

"You threw it! That's us ... forget it, this is your style. It's the same as that when I woke up with me to learn magic at that time." Gray robe raised his eyebrows, and a creeping flower wrapped around his left arm Scaly python.

The magician nodded at the corner of his mouth. "Speaking of this, I remember you wanted a perfect successor at that time. Did you find it?"

Clark's expression dimmed. He was silent for a few seconds, and only answered a short sentence, "Once found it."

Roland realized that he seemed to ask a question that should not be asked, and stopped talking, silently pouring tea to the two. The scent of grass diffused out, masking all other flavors. He pushed the teacup in front of Clark and took a sip after sitting down. "Try my new recipe? There aren't many opportunities for the world's greatest wizard to provide advice."

The gray robe raised the teacup, smelled the smell of green tea, and then put it back on the table. "If I were a few years earlier, I would be happy to help this, but now I can't drink it."

"Do you know how many people in this world want to take a sip of this tea?" The old man looked at the man across the table. He believed that the other party understood the meaning of this cup of tea.

The Lord of the Grey Tower just smiled and shook his head. He reached into the tea with his fingers and stirred the fluid in it at will. "What's your name for this tea?"

"Not old tea." Roland replied in a deep voice.

"Not old tea? I thought you would have another name that has more of your style, such as youth elixir and the like. However, are you sure that your tea is really not old tea? I don't look like it." Clark examined Looking at the old man, although the appearance of the Grey Tower Lord is no longer young, he is still full of vitality compared to Roland. By comparison, the magician feels more like a tough old man with little connection to youth.

"Do you know why I have a beard? When I first created this recipe, I drank the old tea too frequently, and my body turned too young. This forced me to move as soon as possible. Later I started using beard and This big hat covers my appearance and prevents my neighbors from discovering this secret. As of now, I have been able to control the frequency of drinking tea and the effect of the formula correctly. It only takes half a year to make myself a ten. The young guy might be like this now. "Roland shrugged and took another sip of tea." So drink Clark, I'll make sure it has no negative effect by my name. "

Unexpectedly, the gray robe still didn't mean to move the tea, and suddenly talked about a seemingly unrelated thing, "My apprentice, the one who is most satisfied. He is the person I have seen that is most suitable for magic, only In just over ten years, his insights in most fields have been comparable to mine. That was the happiest day of my life. No one has ever pointed out where I lacked thinking. He did it. I Most of the works in the library are from that era. But, I ignored some things, I gave him too high expectations and unabashed, the child is desperately shortening the distance with me every day. But he After all, only twenty years old, knowledge needs to be precipitated, the theory must be verified to understand. "

"He was too radical to prove that he had contacted the taboo prematurely. And I did n’t have time to stop him. It was too late to find it. I could only watch my favorite disciple, the first disciple, burying himself He himself. "Clark said that there were few intense mood swings in his tone. These words he never said to anyone, only Roland, his only friend in the world can listen to him. The story buried deep in my heart is dug out, "Fortunately, the knowledge that I have pursued for a lifetime has finally come in handy. I brought back part of him from chaos, but only a small part."

"You mean ..." At this point in the story, Roland already understood who the original gray robe brought back.

Clark nodded his head and agreed with his old friend's guess, "The earliest knowledge comes from the accumulation of experience. This time, I will not make the same mistake again. The younger tree needs to grow up, and those tall old things will have to make room, My existence has long been not a help for the disciples, but a restriction. Without me, they can become a new forest. "

"Is it worth it? Isn't your ideal embracing the truth? If you just let yourself die, who will tell you what the truth is?" Roland understood what the other meant, but he didn't think it was the Lord of the Grey Tower that killed himself Reasonable grounds.

"Truth." Clark repeated the word, "I was extremely convinced of its existence and dedicated all its energy to it, but does it really exist. After realizing so much, I began to doubt it. But one thing I know very well, dear Roland, is that if there is anything in this world that can be called truth that I have not understood or experienced, it is death. Only it, from everyone ’s mouth It ’s all different, it reminds me of the truth, maybe it ’s in death. "

Roland put the pipe on the table ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Are you confused? Otherwise, studying the **** spells every day will make you lose your mind! You listen to what you are talking about! Clark, take back the stupid things you just said and drink the tea in front of you! "

"That won't work. This is my last research, and I have to finish it. I just came to say goodbye to you. I thought I would spend some effort to find you, and it turns out that you are here. Fate, it's amazing Something, if it does exist. "Grey Robe said, gently raising his hand, the invisible force pressed the magician who wanted to get up to the chair, and the movement did not score.

"By the way, the devil that occupies the king ’s body in this country, I solved it. But the mortal who traded with him is dead, and someone will soon find out. You should pay attention to it. It ’s a mess recently, huh, But it ’s almost over. Also, it ’s funny that you have a beard. They might laugh when they see it. If I can see them, I ’ll tell them about it. ”

"It's a pity that I didn't see what the crest of the cheese boy looks like. I might have guessed it, but would you please help me to witness it? He complained after saving. Ah, there are actually a lot of things I want to tell You said, but I do n’t have much time now. Sorry, old man. "

Roland, stood up. But he was the only one left in the room. The gray robe figure sitting opposite just now seems to have never appeared. ...

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