The Righteous Player(s)

"The most important thing has been discussed," Hugo Pagoda's whole mind was obviously relaxed a lot, "I still have some good things to share with you."

"Is it a good thing? Then show it out!"

Annan's eyes lit up, and Hugo half-jokingly fluttered.

Hugo and Cheng Ling Seng are from the same age. Although he looks like a young man in his early twenties, he is actually in his 70s or 80s.

From the perspective of the owner of the Hugo Tower, what can be specifically mentioned to Annan at this time, most of them are unusually rare treasures in other places.

Although Annan didn’t have much interest in his inheritance—after all, he was “built into” the Black Tower of Zedi in his twenties. He had no children in his life, and all his inheritance had to be left to Salvatore. .

For Salvatore, almost everything Annan wanted.

"——It is indeed a good thing."

This is not what Hugo said.

A strange but familiar voice sounded outside the door.

As the "elevator" door was pushed open, a tall, white-haired and green-eyed young man came out of the transparent pipe.

His creamy white curly hair gives a soft feeling, and his green pupils are reminiscent of a cat. He did not wear the iconic "black and red" robe of Zedi Heita, but a pure white self-cultivation costume that would remind people of the "prince" in fairy tales.

Pure white jacket, pure white slim trousers, pure white boots-it looks as if the whole person is shining. And besides a few silver runes rusted on his body, there are only a lot of gem decorations hung on his body.

All of them are thin slices made of emeralds, and they even have specially polished edges and corners to look like some kind of brooch.

Triangle, square, five-pointed star, six-pointed star, seven-pointed star-using these five shapes as templates, there are many pieces of gemstones about the size of a milk piece, which are hung on his neckline, waist and right cuff with thin silver chains. .

It's like a wind chime has become refined.

When he walks, he will make a crisp clash.

Annan looked at the young man's face, and a few seconds later, he suddenly realized: "You are... Your Excellency Isaac?"

This is exactly one of the trophies that he got from his hands when fighting against the Chengling Monk.

The mindful body that was picked off from the grave of Isaac Flamel, the first transforming wizard in the world, Nicholas' mentor and adoptive father, "Jade Jade Record"-the spiritual monk used this mindful body to construct an artificial spirit body.

"The true soul of'Cuiyulu' has long since disappeared."

It was Isaac himself who spoke and explained at this moment: "I'm just a vain fake. I have part of the memory of Isaac Flamel from the old "Jade Jade Record", filled with many worn-out souls...but It's a human skin doll filled with cotton wool.

"It just happens that a funny puppet like me is just as useful as someone else. Therefore, under Mr. Hugo's skillful hands, I can barely survive the world..."

Isaac commented on himself harshly: "Fortunately, the wizard who made my body has relatively clever hands. It is not too ugly to live."

He unceremoniously sat on Hugo's table with one leg up.

Looking at Annan, Isaac was a little nostalgic for a while: "Looking at you, your Majesty, I think of Miss Zhiji..."

"Have you seen Zhiji?"

Annan raised his head and looked at Isaac sitting at the corner of the table on his right.

"Yes, I am her admirer."

Isaac smiled, his tone softened: "But I really don't have artistic talent. So I just admire it."

"……I have a question."

Annan was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Sir Isaac... did you stay here voluntarily?"

"Don't call me Sir. I am not Sir Isaac Flamel, just a puppet with part of his memory."

Isaac stretched out his index finger and placed it in front of his lips.

The corners of his mouth raised, and a charming smile appeared: "I named myself Isaac II-isn't it a bit familiar?"

"...You look quite energetic."

Annan was a little helpless.

"That's natural. Doing some odd jobs in the Black Pagoda in Zedi is at least much better than doing it under the hands of Your Excellency Chengling. It's not so muddled, and you can do a little research...read a book and fiddle with some institutions."

Isaac sighed: "The times are developing so fast. A hundred years ago, I was the wisest person in the world... But now, I seem to be inferior to those children."

After he said that, after organizing the language, he said softly: "Of course I stayed voluntarily. To be precise, I came to ask the Pagoda Hugo to buy me a'vessel' enough to hold my soul. ."

At this point, Isaac showed a melancholy and lonely smile.

"...Although it is meaningless. But I still want to repay my son... for Nikolai."

He likes to call his adopted son Nicholas Nicholas.

Sir Isaac, like the Master Hugo, has no children.

In other words, many tower masters are like this-they can be selected as heirs by the wizard tower, and these "talents" are not just the difference between intelligence and talent. Enthusiasm, perseverance, determination... these are also part of talent.

Do you pay the debts for Nicholas...

Annan thoughtfully.

"When you finish teaching this month's course and after giving the children the exam, let's follow His Majesty Annan first."

Hugo ordered the doll named "Isaac II."

Later, he explained to Annan: "The inheritance of Zedi Black Pagoda was not achieved overnight. He should have to sleep for a long time...at least half a month. At this time, I was already dead.

"And Isaac II, he has the authority of a high-level teacher, can call the resources of Zedihei Pagoda during this time; he also has the golden-level'Cuiyulu' job, which can protect you and Zedihei. The tower can also teach Thrall for me how to use the power of the'fire stealer'.

"If you need a trustworthy transformation wizard, you might as well try to ask Isaac. He is not the real Sir Isaac, and you don't have to have any psychological pressure... You don't have any opinions, do you?"

In the last sentence, Hugo turned his head to ask Isaac.

Isaac said with a smile, "Of course not... I'm honored.

"His Majesty Annan looks like a good boy. Even if I fight this imaginary life, I will never let others hurt him."

He said with great certainty.

It was definitely not a polite and ceremonial oath~www.readwn.com~ Annan couldn't help taking a breath and pursing his lips.

Is it an illusion?

I always feel that Mr. Isaac’s initial affection for him is a little bit higher...

"There is one last thing...it is it."

The Master Hugo whispered.

The slender ghost bent down and reached out to pass Annan's hand. He gently placed a strange gem in Annan's hand.

At the moment when he started, Annan suddenly appeared a reminder:

[Unpurified nightmare fragments detected]

[Level requirement: Silver level]

[Professional requirements: possess a wizard profession]

[Special needs: Must master the Imperius system spells and possess their own spiritual servants]

[The requirements are met, I will fall into a nightmare after ten seconds, ten, nine...]

Annan immediately put it on the table.

——He recognized what it was at a glance.

This is precisely the right eye of Bernardino, the "Ling Ling Monk"-not a fleshy eyeball, but a spherical gemstone embedded in the eye socket.

"This is Bernardino's nightmare."

Hugo whispered: "I'm sorry, I missed the word. This nightmare has a special nature, and I can't enter this twisted nightmare... I can only use special skills to greatly reduce its difficulty. Now this nightmare is even true. Failure will not cause any harm-this is the limit I can do."

"It's okay... it's better to say."

The corner of Annan's mouth rose slightly: "I prefer to explore nightmares by myself. This will give me a better understanding of their lives.

"I always thought that the purifier of nightmares... is a tombstone inscribed with the life of the deceased. I would like to be such a tombstone."

The update is complete~

Don’t ask for a ticket today, remember to leave some for the cat tomorrow if you double the monthly ticket~

(End of this chapter)