"It's really an exaggeration. Was it you who destroyed the Demon King's City?" After sending away the reluctant human cubs and hearing the students talk about their experiences, even Florian couldn't help but open her mouth. Each of the big demons was an absolute powerhouse, and even she herself didn't dare to guarantee that she could definitely win among them. As a result, her disciples, who had only taught for more than ten years, actually drove out almost all the big demons. "It's not destruction, at least the devil is still alive." There was no trace of complacency on Lu Ke's face, "And there's no point in winning. Mahat still committed suicide in front of me." "Being able to drive that guy to suicide is pretty impressive." Fulilian is still frightened when she thinks about the strongest Qi Benxian who almost killed her instantly just by looking at him. "No, I didn't force you..." Recalling the battle scenes and conversations at that time, Luke frowned, "Even if he really wanted to understand my feelings out of curiosity, he wouldn't immediately pay the price of death to observe me once." Having read the original work, he knew that Mahat would be curious about human emotions, would spend decades building relationships with humans, and would even be willing to sacrifice his freedom and life.
But the situation at that time was not a life-and-death situation. On the surface, it was Luke who suppressed him. In fact, Mahat, who had the magic of turning everything into gold, only needed to think a little bit to know that the initiative had always been in his hands. As long as he didn't use magic, it would be impossible for Luke to kill him. It was not impossible to threaten Luke. Even after he asked "Tell me", Luke couldn't wait to take action before he refused. There were obviously many ways, but he chose the most extreme path. There were also other details that made Luke feel like he had been arranged. "I personally think that if you can understand the mind of the demons, there will be a big problem." From Fulian's point of view, it is not surprising that a demon without emotions would do anything, although it is indeed a bit difficult to understand that it goes against the instinctive desire to survive. But seeing her disciple's serious attitude and remembering something unusual, she finally relented. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Lu Ke's face was unusually serious: "I want to find out the truth." Fulilian touched her silver-white hair, "When a demon dies, its body will turn into magic power and disappear. Besides, I'm not good at investigating cases. It's been so long." "So we need to find another way. Don't worry, this is your area of expertise." Luke took out a pamphlet from his arms and handed it over. "I want to ask you to help me complete this magic." Fulian took a look and her eyes widened instantly, "Omniscient magic?" "It's future vision." Luke shook his head to deny Fulian's statement and gave an explanation. "This is a semi-finished product that Shorahat gave me. Part of the content is deliberately hidden. I cannot see clearly what will happen after a certain period of time in the future, and I cannot peek into the past at all." The time when the magic is activated is the initial starting point. You can accelerate or stop observing the future, but you cannot go back. "You can actually learn this kind of magic?" Florian felt like today she would use up all the surprise she would have in the next few hundred years.
The factors that affect magic are not only imagination and theoretical knowledge, but also the body's adaptability to the type of magic. The magic of the demons itself is difficult to change into the magic used by humans, let alone those of Qibengxian's level. Lu Ke's tone was calm: "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to target the weaknesses of the big demons and kill them one by one." After recovering from the shock, Fulian shook her head repeatedly, "No, I can't imagine this level of magic." Imagination is the foundation of magic. If you cannot imagine it, it will be impossible to activate it, and research will be extremely difficult. Luke's tone was unquestionable, "I am the one who casts the magic. I can imagine that you just need to help me complete the magic." His idea is simple. Since the future can be observed, there is no reason why the past cannot be observed. It’s hard to say whether the Brave of the South can see the past, but Shorahat certainly can. This is the answer he got after traveling with Shorahat for more than a hundred years. With this precedent, he was confident enough at this point. Faced with Luke's insistence, Fulian muttered. "Do you think of me as a teacher or a coolie... Apart from a few theoretical knowledge necessary to activate magic, there is no mention of it at all." Almost all of them have to be designed by themselves, which has nothing to do with completion at all! Luke spread his hands and said there was no other way. He tried to force Shorahat, but the omniscient one always disappeared when he tried to do it, like now. But this attitude itself is also an answer, that is, there were indeed problems in the past, and once he knew about it, there would be dire consequences. "If you insist, it will take a long, long time. Even if the two of us work together to crack it, it will probably take tens of thousands of years." Fulilian sighed, even for an elf, this number is too long. She is not even two thousand years old now. "Don't worry." After hearing Fulilian's agreement, a long-lost smile appeared on Luke's face, "Future Vision will bring future research results, and we will repeat the operation after we have digested them." This can greatly save time, and maintaining a certain time interval can also dilute the emotional wear and tear on future viewing. "It can still be used like this." Flyllian, who had been diligently studying magic, was amazed at such a strange and reasonable way of using magic. … After moving into the Campbell Mansion again, Flyllian looked at her new bedroom and asked Luke. “It’s been so long, how come the Campbell family still recognize you? They didn’t respond when I mentioned your name before.” Luke looked at the completely unfamiliar mansion from the window, stroked the railing, and lowered his eyelids. “I visited Anrui once before he died.” “Who is Anrui?”
“Amir’s son.” Luke explained briefly, and his thoughts drifted to a long time ago. That was about a hundred years ago, more than twenty years after he left. The war had broken out. Because of the participation of adventurers, the Central Kingdoms suffered a series of defeats on the battlefield, and Barum was about to be invaded. Before Anrui died, the Campbell family was in a precarious moment. Foreign enemies were eyeing them covetously, the family was gradually declining because of the war, there were not many regular troops left, his son had died on the battlefield, his grandson was still young, and even the people in the mansion were in turmoil. But An Rui did not ask Lu Ke for any help, because he knew that Uncle Lu Ke came back only to see him. There was nothing to complain about other things. It was enough for the unpromising younger generations to feel ashamed, and there was no need to ask the elders to do anything for them. So he just talked with Lu Ke all night. From the longing in childhood, to the complaints about the person he loved being taken away, to the regret and touching when receiving the gifts at the wedding, to the love he felt when he grew older, all turned into longing after separation. "Father once said that you would not only send him away, but also his son and grandson... I didn't expect that this would come true." Luke replied indifferently: "It won't come true." "I didn't remember the names of your children, let alone the future. After you, the Campbell family has nothing to do with me." An Rui seemed a little disappointed at the time, but didn't say much. He just gave Luke a token to prove his identity - a badge engraved with a steel sword and a rosewood staff. "It doesn't matter if Uncle Luke doesn't want to interact with the family anymore, but the mansion will always be your home and your room will always be kept." He actually found a folk magic that can preserve paintings for a longer time, but even if the magic is cast, the shelf life of the paintings is still limited. Because he was worried that no one would recognize Luke when he came next time, he specially created a token that could be preserved for a longer time, and asked his descendants to remember the style of the token and pass it down from generation to generation. … “Actually, I didn’t expect it to be passed down for so many years.” Luke took out the badge, looked at the pattern on it, and gently stroked the steel sword and the wisteria wood staff. From leaving to now, more than a hundred years, seven or eight generations of inheritance. I didn’t expect that An Rui’s descendants still remembered this ancestral precept, and still welcomed him with the highest standard of treatment after he showed the token. “Obviously it’s meaningless.” He has enough money to buy everything he needs. After tidying up the room, Fulilian glanced at him sideways, “You are smiling.” Luke restrained his expression on his face, “You saw it wrong.” “Then let’s take it as it is.”
Fulilian smiled faintly. An unfrank student. The smile was fleeting, and when she thought of the subsequent work arrangements, Fulilian’s face fell again in an instant, and procrastination attacked. After thinking for a moment, she tentatively spoke. "Anyway, let's collect a few magic books first. Magic that recreates scenes and leaves images should be of reference value for past vision." "It's ready." Luke took out magic books from his suitcase, arranged them in order, and filled the table with all kinds of magic books about images, exploration, and folk magic. Fulilian: "..." Fulilian: "Did you see this result with future vision, so you prepared it in advance." Luke shook his head seriously: "No, I collected it by chance on the road." "I don't believe it." "It was indeed collected by chance on the road." "I don't believe it again." Xin Shiji Fuyin Warrior Human (crossed out) Magic Completion Plan