Chapter 660: The Lost Mage

"I really don't want to be a natural disaster ()"!

That night.

Ten o'clock sharp at night.

Cuckoo Town.

The moon is bright and the stars are rare.

The town that has just snowed is covered with a thick white coat.

Under the shining moon, two silhouettes floated in mid-air, sneakily through the night.

——One of the figures wobbled, as if the plane was about to crash at any moment, and even spewed alcohol belches outrageously from time to time, which looked like a big fart and was very loud.

The bright moonlight fell, casting a mottled shadow on the cemetery in Gugu Town.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the words on the tombstone seemed to come to life, full of mystery and gloom.

A girl with long purple hair was wandering around the cemetery holding a flashlight. She squatted down, stood up, and squatted down again from time to time—it turned out that she was digging [snow roots] in the cemetery.

"Are you sure she's my daughter?... hiccup~"

The supreme mage squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't see the figure on the snow clearly, but that touch of bright purple made him a little suspicious.

When Yi Lin heard this, she had a strange expression, and secretly thought that even your own daughter can't be sure, let me be sure? Are you looking for a daughter or am I looking for a daughter?

Hesitating for a moment, because the supreme mage's mentality was broken and drunk, Yi Lin floated cross-legged in the air, and said softly: "According to my understanding and reasoning, if you have to say that there are so many residents with your daughter, you can only It's her."

By the way, Yi Lin mourned for poor honest Pierre for three seconds.

The expensive [Ancient Fruit Wine] became the only support for the helpless mage at this moment. He was silent for a while, he didn't know where to put his hand, so he could only take another big gulp into his mouth.

"Your magic, can't you confirm it?"

Yi Lin knew that the supreme mage knew a lot of secret arts, and she didn't know whether the "omnipotent" magic he said could be used to recognize relatives.

"Yes!" The supreme mage suddenly realized that he seemed to have not remembered his "mage" status until now, and nodded quickly: "I need one of her hairs."

Erin nodded.

Turn on [Like a Shadow] and get closer. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a long purple hair from Abigail's head with a snap.

Abigail, who was playing in the cemetery, felt itchy scalp, reached out to touch it, but didn't pay attention.

The Supreme Mage Parkinson's hand clenched the long hair, his eyes were red, like a gambler who lost everything in a casino. He clenched that hair, closed his eyes and meditated for more than ten seconds, then opened them.

For a moment, complex emotions such as amazement, regret, and suddenness flashed in the eyes of the supreme mage, and he lowered his head with a downcast expression: "She is indeed my daughter!"

Yi Lin smiled: "Yo, awesome, you can recognize relatives with spells, teach me when you have time."

The Supreme Master's eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at Yi Lin. He couldn't hear that the abominable farmer was teasing him. Normally, when there was no threat of food, he would definitely relentlessly go back - but now he is not in the mood.

Yi Lin couldn't understand the mood of the mage at the moment.

After all, he didn't have a daughter, nor did he somehow become a father.

In this situation, what should I say to encourage, or comfort the mage?

This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but I didn't pay attention at the time?

Not good, it should not be the scene.

Do you want to take back the grass you planted while crying?

Also not right, the mage might get angry.

Congratulations, happy to be a father?

It seems that this does not sound like a good thing.

Do you still remember the kid by the mage's tower by the forest lake?

Saying this, the mage is likely to fight him on the spot.

After thinking for a long time, Yi Lin didn't know what to say, so she could only keep silent.

After a while, the mage finally summoned up his courage, shook his cloak, and swooped down like a fighter jet with the gas pedal pressed to the bottom.

"Boom!"

The mage crawled out of the snowdrift in embarrassment.

Yi Lin covered her eyes speechlessly, he really couldn't see. This old father's way of appearing on the stage is really ingenious.

The sudden movement behind him startled the purple-haired girl exploring the cemetery.

The supreme mage arched his back, got up slowly, and exhaled a cloudy breath of alcohol.

To be honest, Abigail is indeed very bold, as her mother Caroline described, and she also likes some gossip. Faced with this weird situation, the normal reaction of a normal girl would be to scream, and then run away coquettishly.

And Abigail not only didn't run away, but her eyes lit up, and she cautiously approached the place where the mage crashed a few steps.

"Who are you……?"

Abigail asked curiously.

"I... you, Dad, you... I... ouch!"

The mage who is usually good at quarreling is now as clumsy as a brain-dead, stammering incoherently, and has not been able to complete a complete sentence "I am actually your real father" for a long time.

Abigail shrank her neck, as if frightened by the mage.

Yi Lin couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't bear to let the mage face this important moment alone. He quietly came to the nearby place, coughed lightly, and said with a smile, "Abigail, why don't you go home? Did mom fight?"

"Uncle Farmer!" Yi Lin had a good impression of the three members of Caroline's family, and Abigail was not wary of Yi Lin, and smiled: "No, Dad said he wanted to chat with Mom in the room. It's going to be a little loud, and he asked me to come out and play."

Yi Lin and the mage looked at each other, speechless.

Abigail kicked the snow beside her feet, lowered her head and said, "But let me tell you quietly, mom usually doesn't like to chat with dad the most, saying that dad can't continue chatting for two minutes, it's really boring."

Yi Lin silently glanced at the mage again.

The mage shook his head and stared at him as if to say, it's not important, don't look at me.

Yi Lin sighed softly, and decided to help the sorcerer with a bad tongue to make things right.

"Abigail, this grandpa, ah no, this uncle, is helping out on my farm now, he is very nice."

Abigail tilted her head, looked up and down the unshaven Supreme Mage with trembling hands, eyes shining, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "I can't tell..."

The supreme sorcerer was very injured on the side, he picked up the cold snow hard and poured it into his mouth.

"If, I said if..." Yi Lin felt that her tone was like a strange uncle coaxing an ignorant girl: "If there is a vast world outside Gugu Town, there are people who can fly and people who breathe fire." Birds, flowers that spray water, and many things you have never seen before, would you like to see them?"

"think!"

Abigail smiled happily.

Yi Lin glanced at the mage, and asked again: "If the price is , you can never come back here again?"

Abigail was taken aback, she lowered her head to think for a moment, and when she raised her head again, her eyes sparkled: "Can you bring Mom and Dad with you?"

Yi Lin shook her head: "I can't."

"Forget it." Abigail pouted, seeming a little unhappy and somewhat regretful: "Here, it's also pretty good."

Yi Lin wanted to ask something else.

However, the supreme mage grasped Yi Lin's clothes tremblingly with his hands full of scars.

"Let's go."

Abigail looked at the two figures gradually disappearing in the dark night and snow, and whispered, "What a strange uncle."

...

"Is this really good?"

Along the way, the mage was silent.

He didn't even answer Yi Lin's words.

There is also no explanation why.

He put on his cloak and flew in the direction of the farm in a daze.

He even seemed to have broken his hands and feet, hanging down limply, allowing Lord Cloak to "hang" the expressionless Supreme Mage back to the farm as if on a hook.

Later, the supreme mage soaked in the cellar day and night and got drunk.

For the rest of the winter, the Sorcerer Supreme seemed to be turned into a wine barrel.

Never left the cellar.

until,

The spring of the third year.

"The third year, a new spring."

Stretching her waist, Yi Lin walked out of the room at six o'clock in the morning as usual.

The supreme mage who had been a wine barrel for a few days actually woke up today.

He is currently in front of the mirror, carefully trimming his beard, and carefully combing the curly hair on his head with high-grade pomade, his whole body has regained a new radiance.

"Figured out?"

Yi Lin came behind the Supreme Master and asked with a smile.

"Um."

"Is this really good?"

"That's it." The corner of the Supreme Mage's mouth rose slightly, and with a flick of his right hand, the cloak was put on his shoulders. I saw him floating up slowly, his radiant face exuded a mysterious and elegant aura.

"Now that you are proficient in mastering the basics of mages, starting today, our courses will enter the next new stage."

As the mage said, he shook and pulled his hands, and two complex magic circles appeared between his palms out of thin air, like two small shields.

...

Since his assets exceeded 20 million and Yi Lin was promoted to Nongsheng, his life on the farm was almost over.

Even if he followed the rules and played casually for a year, his wine production alone would exceed 10 million.

To be honest, this trial is not difficult.

With a little digging, finding the right way to fish, and finding a mage to help, he can easily pass this nightmare-level trial. It really isn't too difficult.

In order not to appear so outrageous on the farmer ranking list, Yi Lin began to store all the wine produced in his cellar from the spring of the third year into old wine, but did not sell it, so as not to scare others.

He has more headaches now.

Yi Lin walked to another luxurious house, which contained a more spacious cellar.

Walking into the cellar, at a glance, the cellar of nearly a thousand square meters is densely filled with [gem duplicating machines], which produce several boxes of perfect-grade crystals every day, piled up on the floor, Yi Lin's storage space has long been Just can't fit so many crystals.

Yi Lin doesn't know where to use the extra crystals, her brain hurts.

But this is convenient for the Supreme Mage.

When he practiced his hands, he didn't need to think about consumption. He just let Mr. Cloak enter the crystal cellar, took a bag of crystals on the ground, and took out a thousand-eight-hundred-kilogram crystal, and put it in the open field of the farm to play slowly. Tossing, the Supreme Mage had a great time.

The formulaic life makes it difficult to feel the passage of time.

Whether it is Yi Lin or the Supreme Mage, at least theoretically, they have almost mastered the knowledge of each other.

Why almost?

Take Yi Lin as an example, Yi Lin knows the principle of the mage's release of all spells. However, unlike the mage, he lacked the admiration and understanding of those high-ranking bosses. In the words of the supreme mage: If you want to borrow the power of Weishandi, Domamu and other big names, you must first understand it, understand it, worship it, please it, and go deep into it. Otherwise, the bosses will not bird you.

Spring goes to summer solstice, summer goes to autumn.

In the blink of an eye, there is not much time left until the end of this trial.

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