The Troubles of the Young Wizard

"Now, are my coordinates in and out of space fixed? Isn't there a trace of affluent space? What happens if I enter the apostle space and be trapped? Or is it blocked by mud, sand and stone?" Ville still doesn't give up. The commanding gods will not be so mentally retarded, will they?

The agent sprite suddenly sneered, "Apostle, you underestimate the Apostle Space. As long as you are willing to contribute points, this problem is not unsolvable. In principle, the two-star Apostle space coordinates are fixed, and the three-star Apostle has Adjust the permission to enter and exit the coordinate position in a small range. The four-star apostle can use the coordinate transmission function. The five-star apostle, haha, the apostle is only a two-star apostle now, and it is too far away from the five stars, so I won’t tell you. The space of the apostle excludes the study room given by the Lord God There is only less than ten cubic meters of free space. Ten cubic meters of the outside world can be explored in the space, but it takes a certain amount of contribution points. Ten points for one hour will be counted as one hour if it is less than one hour."

Yes, it goes without saying that this kind of condition is the extra money of the agent elves. Ville has a feeling that he has been pitted by the agent elves. The ability of the apostle space is given by the wisdom gods, and the agent elves are also affiliated to the apostle space. Why Do you need to pay additional contribution points when you use these abilities? Shouldn't this be what you deserve? It doesn't feel like being given, but like a loan of ability.

Ville thought about it carefully, and found that there is nothing wrong with it. The Apostle Space was originally a site that was given to him by the gods of wisdom. It is said that there is no problem with renting. There is no charge for storing ordinary items, but other functions seem to have exceeded the ordinary storage space. It’s a matter of course that the fees are paid for in the category of the country, and there must be a return for what you pay, which is fair.

The apostle space cannot be easily exposed, otherwise the danger of oneself will increase. Before, he was just a little smarter, but if the opponent discovers the existence of the apostle space, he will definitely not end well. In all senses, he is Is the weaker party.

　　 Continue to pretend to be an ordinary smart kid. Little Ville opened the door quietly and walked up. This is a relatively large space, more than 100 square meters, which is a closed space. The surrounding walls are carved with delicate patterns, but there is no passage to the top. No other doors and windows exist. If it weren't for the apostle space exploration function, Ville might have thought it was a dead end. In fact, in a sense, if there is no agency, there is not much difference between this place and a dead end. Looking at it, it is empty, except for the relief on the wall, there is nothing special. A stairway leading to the next floor was behind him, and Ville closed the door carefully. The things in the apostle space could not be taken out and used. The only thing that could be used on hand was a wooden sword and a few copper coins.

The door leading to the bottom is made of wood, otherwise it’s hard to say whether I can push it open. I took out a copper coin and got stuck in the hinge of the door. Weir fumbled forward. There are six empty halls on this floor. Seven meters high, and the agent elf told himself that the ground was only fifteen meters away. In other words, there are eight or nine-meter-high partitions on it. It is very likely that it is a mixture of stone and soil, or it is pure stone at all, and it is still piled with boulders. There must be an agency channel, but do you really want to leave here?

　　 More than twenty oil lamps were beating around, and there were some ancient characters in the embossed weird patterns. Will temporarily put aside his other concerns, began to study these characters a little bit, and read them softly.

　　"Lamod brought death to the world. He said that there is life and death. Death is not the end. He is in charge of life and death and can see through the end of all things."

　　 "Lamod is in charge of the soul of all things in the world. He said that God controls all things, and the dead must be under my control."

　　 "Lamod has his own loyal servant, and he gives him long life."

　　 "Mirror, boat, boots, Lamod has three sacred objects, and he bestows the three sacred objects to the three apostles."

　　 "The ship walking in the Styx is the only sacred artifact that can freely travel between the world and the underworld. The first apostle of Lamod used it to redeem the souls of the dead."

　　 "Lamod's Boots are the only sacred artifact allowed to fly in the underworld, and the only sacred artifact that can walk on the bone bridge."

　　 "The mirror is the key to the kingdom of death, where all Lamod's wealth is there."

　　 "Lamod broke the agreement and took other people's things. He violated everyone's interests and was eventually sanctioned by everyone."

　　 "There is no need for excessive pity, the noble is the noble, the humble is only the foil and the servant of the noble, and everyone's slave is not your own plaything."

　　 "The world may be more incomplete without you, but such a world may be more beautiful."

　　 Little Weier feels a bit inexplicable, what is the sacred object? Are high-level magic items? Mirrors, boats, boots, and the underworld, bone bridges, I seem to have seen it somewhere. Who the **** is Ramaud? Why does it trigger public anger? What is the noble man? Is it a king in the early slave society period? Or is it called a master slave owner? Is the underworld his territory? Building bridges with bones is certainly not a good person. There is also the sacred artifact, this person must be very strong, otherwise he will not be besieged.

Ville looked at the reliefs one by one, some words he deliberately mispronounced it, but he didn't make a lot of mistakes, and some would ignore the past. Every time he read Lamod, Ville always had an inexplicable sense of depression, as if The name I said has a different meaning, but depression is not the kind of creepy fear. A name can have such a strange effect, it seems that this Lamod is really a big man.

　　 The last relief is very strange. It is actually the frame of an architectural drawing with a strange sentence on it.

"The three sacred artifacts represent the three apostles of Lamod, the three apostles are the hands, feet and brain of Lamod, Lamod has died, and he will die forever, suppressed on the seventh floor in the name of all of us. Under the tower."

　　 "Only by solving the puzzle of the seven-story tower can the door of Lamod's treasure house be opened. Lamod has left many treasure houses, and the weak and humble will always be frightened by him."

　　"The first question on the first floor of the seven-story tower: When the sun rose, where did the first ray of sunlight fall?"

　　 "When the sun first rose, the first ray of sunlight fell in the darkness." Just after Littleville had finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

　　 Earthquake? ! Little Ville trembled, but he was underground, and he would definitely be buried if an earthquake hits. Wait, I am already buried now, okay? It's just the difference between dying early and dying late~www.readwn.com~ No, I suddenly feel a little sleepy. Ville shook his head, trying hard to make himself more awake, but couldn't do it anyway, secretly gave the agent wizard a signal, and Ville fell to sleep on the ground.

　　 dream! I seemed to have a strange dream. In my sleep, I was cold all over, as if I was about to catch a cold, and I felt dizzy. The cute little devil sister seemed to call "brother" in her ear and tried to pull herself up.

　　 "Dad, Dad, my brother's head is so hot and so hot!" The little devil sister's voice became clearer and clearer, didn't she wake up yet? He couldn't open his eyes, as if tens of thousands of pounds of gravity were squeezing him. A pair of big hands liberated himself from the seal of the bed, relying on a solid shoulder, he actually smelled a familiar smell, and a mouthful of hot and bitter potion was poured into his throat.

　　 Xiao Weier's eyes widened, and most of the time he became sober. He focused on the worried eyes of his sister and mother, and the big bowl full of black potion in his father's hand. Is this at home? Own bed?

"Your kid went home in the rain last night and asked you to take your medicine. He has to refuse. Now it's fine. Take the medicine from last night today. You have to lie down for another day or two." Florett Declan complained. , But seeing his son open his eyes, he is still very happy.

"My dear, I feel that our dear son is not good with the medicine, but you can't stand it." Mojiesi pushed her husband's hand away and carefully dried the concoction from her mouth. Touched his hot forehead with worry and pity on his face.

　　 "I'm fine, I just lie down for a while, but I may not be able to go to today's class." Xiaowei reluctantly squeezed a smile, but his mind was chaotic and angry. Did he forget something?