I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 403: The former residence of the gods

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The depths of time in the multiverse.

A corner of the world and history that does not exist.

There is a log cabin that smells of decay.

A butterfly flapped its wings and flew from the unknown.

It walks through the bustling kitchen.

A gecko is crawling slowly on the ceiling.

In the corner is a green spider web.

The weavers themselves are nowhere to be found.

On the marble table below.

The knives and forks were arguing fiercely like little people.

The butterfly paused here for a moment.

And then through the gap through the back door of the kitchen.

Around a narrow, dark hallway.

Navigate through a cramped, trash-filled living room.

It finally arrived at its destination.

The northeast corner of the hut.

A place that can be called a "study" for the time being.

Said to be the study room.

There is actually less than 2 square meters of space here.

A nanwood desk takes up a lot of space.

On the desk.

A tall old man is writing a book.

The butterfly rested quietly on the old man's pen.

The latter's movements did not stop there.

On the contrary, it speeds up the writing speed.

The dark red feather pen on the tan paper will soon disappear.

The butterfly flapped its wings.

I only saw the last few lines——

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"-Super long-distance teleportation ability (suspected to be unlimited; vigilant)

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-Meteor thorn (suspected to have plenty of resurrections; high alert)

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-Clone (medium strength; watch out)

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-Kill to kill (suspected to be unlimited and repeatedly enhanced feat/high vigilance)

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Write here.

The quill paused slightly.

It just hangs in the air.

Until all writing is gone.

The old man was about to continue writing.

But the butterfly has no patience to wait.

It flew up.

Elegant posture.

But the voice coming from Butterfly's belly is very manic:

"You're too cautious, old man!"

The old man put down his quill a little wearily.

He rubbed his temple with his right hand.

The voice is calm and stable:

"I've lost for a while."

"He may be the most terrifying enemy I've ever met in my life."

"There is nothing wrong with being cautious."

Butterfly sneered:

"It's too late to beg for mercy, Constantine."

"Kneel down and lick Roger's toes, maybe he'll kill you."

"Or, you can choose to hide forever, after all, this is a nice house, isn't it?"

The old man sighed softly.

He didn't say much.

But the firm look in his eyes undoubtedly revealed what he was thinking at this time.

So the butterfly also quieted down.

After a while.

Constantine said seriously:

"We should take the long view."

"This time our opponent never plays cards according to common sense, and his several actions have ruined our plans. To be honest, I can't understand his thoughts at all. He looks like a novice gambler who is playing whatever he wants. card.”

Butterfly said unhappily:

"Wouldn't it be a piece of cake for us to take care of novice gamblers?"

The old man shook his head:

"But he's not."

"He's just like."

"I have a feeling that when we are testing the enemy's playing habits and inertial thinking, he is also trying to figure out ours... and his thinking level may be higher than ours."

"It's not a gap in IQ, it's more like a talent...or an expertise, damn, Roger's expertise is innumerable, this guy is an expertise dealer!"

Talking and talking.

Constantine's tone was also a little irritable.

However, he still suppressed his emotions and calmly persuaded:

"Listen!"

"We should think long-term!"

"At least in the short term, we're all going to avoid that Roger!"

The old man's proposal was rejected by the butterfly.

Appears to be out of rage.

The butterfly's wings also turned pitch black.

He yelled hysterically:

"I won't run away from that person!"

"That's a coward!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"You must help me, Constantine!"

"I shouldn't be someone else's shadow!"

The butterfly hurried up and down impatiently.

But Constantine fell silent.

He sat there silently.

Like a stone sculpture.

"I don't have much time..."

Butterflies re-perched on the tip of the quill:

"You have to show courage, just like we did with the mages."

"And, don't forget, even if you can hide in this hut, if I die, he might be able to find it here!"

"A mysterious hut that is detached from the world and history. A greedy person like him will never let it go!"

Constantine's tone was a little colder:

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I didn't, I was just stating the facts."

Butterfly urged frantically:

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"His reputation in the Material Plane is outrageous.

But one thing is well known.

That is, he is a very careful person...

So.

Give up your fantasy.

Constantine!

Am I not your most proud child?

No father would refuse to save his child, would he? "

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After listening to this sentence.

Constantine asked thoughtfully:

"What do you want help with?"

"The Mask of the Calamity, the Portal of the White Plains, and the Dagger of the Homeless."

Butterfly replied very quickly.

The corners of Constantine's mouth twitched slightly.

The wrinkles on the face became clearer and denser with this dry smile:

"It's three half-artifacts when you open your mouth."

"On Greed."

"You're as good as Roger."

Butterfly doesn't take it seriously:

"If treasures are not born to be stained with blood, their existence is meaningless."

"You are even willing to give Roger the oath of azure, but instead of coming to me, you feel sorry for the treasure?"

The old man shook his head and said:

"The most I can do is borrow your portal."

"The scourge of masks and daggers is so great that it's hard for you to grasp the proportions."

Butterfly laughed:

"Don't make a fool of yourself, old man."

"I want it all!"

"Whether you give it or not, I will go to Roger to fight to the death. You should understand the benefits."

Constantine still shook his head.

Butterfly immediately scolded the street frantically on the table.

How ugly is that wording.

But Konstantin was completely unmoved.

He just sat there quietly.

He stared coldly at Killing Mask, who turned into a butterfly.

Suddenly.

His ears moved slightly.

On the table.

A gilded eyeball quietly appeared.

Meanwhile.

A sharp voice also sounded:

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"The latest information."

"Roger returned to the world."

"He disrupted our deployment once again."

"What shall we do, Master?"

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Constantine frowned deeply.

"He's playing tricks on you."

"You let him know he's the one with the upper hand..."

"You wouldn't want to be the most useless immortal in Mystra's history, would you?"

Butterfly took the opportunity to fan the flames.

The gilt eye glanced at it.

did not speak.

The study went quiet.

A moment later.

Then came Constantine's voice:

"Take it to the treasury."

"Take three demigods, and remember to sign a lease agreement."

He paused.

Probably switching conversation targets:

"The premise is that I want to release a delayed effect of "Invisibility" on you, I can't risk being exposed here to help you deal with such a terrible enemy. "

Hear here.

Killing Mask couldn't help sneering:

"You really want to live here forever!"

"No trace or something, whatever, anyway, after this time, I don't want to enter such a ghost place anymore, you don't know what happened when I just came in..."

The shattering words ceased.

After a short break.

The butterfly, whose wings were already black, seemed to be dripping ink and flew away again along the gap of the hut.

A corner of the kitchen.

Those knives and forks were fighting from fencing to tug of war.

Soon.

The butterfly completely flew out of the cabin.

When passing the house number.

It pauses for a moment.

And then completely disappeared in the colorful colors outside the house.

The wind blows.

The wooden house number shook.

A line of old text and a newer line of callout above it—

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"The Wooden House in Moonglade (Host: O/Pandora)"

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"Asgard Label: The former residence of the gods"

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"It's fun to copy characters!"

"If I become a red moon and let the ghost king carry me and cut people, not only can I change positions at any time, but also completely confuse the opponent..."

"I don't know if it hurts when I cut someone!"

Quickly senses the power of the newly acquired persona.

Roger's mood also jumped up.

As opposed to those mysterious persons.

The nature and purpose of copying bits is pretty straightforward.

A word.

Copy!

Many of the powers of this Person require special mediums.

This medium can be any carrier with the ability to record information——

The scroll.

Stubborn stone.

Ancient bamboo.

All of these are fine.

Of course.

Starting from practicality and cost performance.

Scrolls are still the best option.

So the personality itself comes with the ability to make various scrolls.

These skills help Roger record information, data, and templates for the target.

Thus casts "Pretender" and "Dead Transformation".

The practical value of these two feats is extremely high.

And soon.

Roger realized that even if he didn't use these two feats directly.

It is also possible to obtain the data of the target by means of the power of the cloned person!

This.

It's more ferocious than the combined effect of "Qizhuo + Upgraded Perception + Absolute Insight".

After all, knowing oneself and knowing the other can help you win a hundred battles.

The existence of the information scroll gives Roger the opportunity to steal enemy data.

It hasn't started yet.

The other party even saw through Roger's panties.

The results of the battle are of course self-evident.

Of course.

The appearance of the clones also sounded the alarm for Roger.

Constantine doesn't even have such a person.

Possibly a similar power.

Combined with his previous abnormal behavior.

The other party is most likely collecting their own information!

In this regard.

Roger has always been at a disadvantage.

His strength is that he is always improving.

And it's not slow.

With the help of abilities such as "Qi Containment".

Roger's current information is difficult to divulge directly.

If Constantine wanted to get to know Roger a little bit.

Then he is bound to pay a heavy price.

Comparable.

Roger is also unsure of the depth of an immortal alchemist's heritage.

After all, the opponent can even use a demigod as a trap!

This handwriting really surprised Roger, who has always been a thrifty housekeeper.

Therefore.

Roger is actually ready for a long battle with Constantine.

But that doesn't mean he'll choose a more conservative strategy.

Quite the opposite.

He wanted to tear a hole in Constantine's heart in the short term.

And the best person for that breakthrough.

Naturally, only Killing Mask remains.

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Come back to your senses.

The quick switching of scenes has been completed.

When returning to the Material Plane.

Roger and Ripley appear in a valley some distance from Wildfire City.

This is quite a departure from the coordinates he had previously set through the Time Scroll.

This shows that in the days when Roger was gone.

Mystra is swelled again!

Needless to say.

The two separate to explore the situation.

Roger was as light as a swallow and found a mountain top to overlook.

This is a surprise.

In Roger's perception.

Although they are offset from the original coordinates.

But it should also be in the mountains and forests near Wildfire City.

But the scene in front of him is completely different from what Roger had in mind——

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Southwest of the mountains.

What was once a bumpy hill and mountain has turned into an unobstructed super plain.

On the plains stand a thriving city-state!

From east to west.

Three parallel rivers hang over the plain like white belts.

The land along the river.

Spotted cities and villages are clearly visible.

In the countryside.

There are many castles.

A variety of estates are inlaid between the city-states like a puzzle.

It all comes together.

It's like a very beautiful pastoral picture!

That picture is dizzyingly beautiful.

The original sparsely populated place in the southern continent of Mixing.

It suddenly became a gathering place with at least hundreds of thousands of people.

The contrast briefly interfered with Roger's train of thought.

He hurriedly used his perception authority.

Gather information quickly by groping for visions.

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"Upgraded Perception: You Discovered the 'Returning Historical World (11th History)'"

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"You perceive 'ruins: Yuanwang Town', 'ruins: Owl Castle'..."

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"You realize that the historical world you return to is the 'Yuanwang Town World' that you once experienced in the Legacy of Time. This world is full of vitality and has traces left by you..."

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"It is Yuanwang Town that has returned?"

"What about the Great Rift and the Secret Key?"

"Take it by someone else?"

Roger exhaled a long breath.

Looking out at the revitalizing Great Plains at the foot of the mountain.

There was an indescribable sense of relief in his heart.

The 11th historical world is the most prosperous world he has ever seen in human development.

This is certainly not his alone.

But at least it has something to do with him.

Think of those memories in Legacy of Time.

Roger couldn't help but feel nervous:

"Yuanwang Town has returned."

"That Mistra..."

As if to confirm his thoughts.

Next second.

His perception throbbed again!

On the data bar ~IndoMTL.com~ Upgrade Perception: You have discovered the 'Ether Witch'! "

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"She seems to be in a tough competition with someone else!"

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"Insight: You found out that the Aether Witch killed 3 Sons of Slaughter (Killing Mask's subordinates)!"

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In a village at the foot of the mountain.

Roger cancels somersault clouds.

He looked at the woman exactly like Mystra with a complicated expression.

The latter looked at him the same way.

"Why are you here?"

Roger asked.

The Aether Witch had already noticed his trace.

Now.

She gathered her long hair.

Gently hummed:

"Do I need to report to you when I go back to my hometown?"

"Or you have to ask me to call you..."

"...Dad?"

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