I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 41: Memory Magic Crystal

Looking at the dark hole.

Roger frowned.

The sudden sound made him somewhat defensive.

Without knowing whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, he rushes into the cave, what if he is blocked by the organ?

So he had an idea and shouted at the entrance of the cave:

"The opening is too narrow."

"I can't climb up!"

His words echoed in the cave for a long time.

After a long time, there was an "oh" from there.

After that, there was a slight vibration in the cave.

Roger glanced over curiously.

Not long after, a robot covered in rust crawled out of the hole.

To be honest, Roger has never seen such a "fat" robot.

Its limbs are extremely short, and the proximal end is fat, and it is not too much to say that it is a ball.

The skin of the robot has long been eroded by time.

All that remains is the endless potholes.

It looks like it is very difficult to climb the cave, like an old man who is dying.

See it like this.

Roger felt a little bit of guilt in his heart.

"Huh?"

"Is the guest fatter than Aba?"

The robot stood up from the ground staggeringly and looked at Roger with confusion in its voice.

Suddenly.

Its left foot shattered into silver flakes with a puff.

The robot fell on the spot, and even its right foot became a display.

"It's rude...to make the guests laugh."

It's voice is indescribable remorse.

But it didn't take long for it to be optimistic:

"That's fine. The guests can push me and roll in later, which can save a lot of trouble."

Roger was silent for a while.

The robot's voice and reactions reminded him of a childhood playmate from a previous life.

He walked over and gently lifted it up:

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay? Of course it's okay, Hachi is a construct, how can something happen?" (Note 1)

"Oops, I'm so rude! I forgot to introduce myself."

The robot said solemnly:

"My name is Aba, and I am the "teaching elder" of Qingquan Sect. "

Speaking of this, it scratched its head quite anthropomorphically, and there was a bit of bleakness in his words:

"Maybe...the last member of the Qingquan Sect in this world."

Roger nodded slightly.

Somehow, the construct felt strangely intimate to him.

"I haven't had time to ask the guest's name?"

Aba looked at Roger.

Its eyes are small and glowing reddishly.

"Roger."

This time, Roger decided to tell the truth.

"Mr. Roger, may we try again and see if we can get through?"

Aba's mood seems to be running high:

"Master Qu Feng said that it is very rude to let guests stand outside and talk."

Roger was infected by its emotions and laughed:

"Okay."

At this moment, he pushed Ah Ba into the cave.

Although the cave is low, Roger can pass by simply bending over.

Not long after he pushed Ah Ba away, he saw a faint light.

Soon.

The terrain suddenly clears up.

The icy rocks overhead become a distant night sky, and cramped caves are replaced by vast expanses of land.

At that moment, Roger seemed to be in the wilderness of the Nocturnal Plain.

Take a look at the past.

The lost temples, collapsed houses, abandoned farmland, and the deserted streets and roads buried by the wind and sand are all vivid!

This doesn't look like a dungeon at all!

Roger stared at the night sky for a long time, making sure that the twinkling stars were not gems in the ground.

"Sir must be curious, right?"

Aba said: "Unfortunately, I can't explain this phenomenon."

"I remember a long time ago that Qingquan Sect's head was the "Great Array of Protecting the Mountain"; standing here at that time, you had the opportunity to see the magnificent sunset and waterfalls. "

"I don't know when it became this boundless starry sky."

"It took me a long time to realize that the dojo had sunk to the ground."

"This way, this way, please..."

Roger pushed Ah Ba to move forward.

The road is lined with severely wind-eroded ruins.

Passing by a well-preserved courtyard, Roger also saw a dusty swing.

Seems to be aware of his gaze.

Aba muttered:

"Many people used to live here."

Roger asked softly:

"What happened next?"

Aba recalled intermittently:

"The king of Taron sent a message."

"Master Qu Feng hurried to the outside of the mountain and never came back."

"The brothers and sisters left one after another."

"Those who don't leave die overnight."

"Only the little squirrel is still with me."

"But then the squirrel also died."

"I buried them all in the cemetery in the back mountain."

"Later..."

"I can't find their graveyard."

…

Although Aba's memory is incomplete.

But Roger also extracted a lot of useful information from it:

For example, he knew that the country where the Qingquan Sect was originally called "Talen";

Tarun and Qingquan have a very close relationship;

The owner of the Qingquan Sect Dojo is the "Master of Qufeng", and the fire-proof beads in Roger's hands are from him;

…

Another example is that disasters come overnight.

Except for the construct Hachi and a being named "Little Squirrel", the others were not spared.

This information had a great impact on Roger.

I recalled the various scenes I saw on the Liuxian Wall, and compared the broken walls and ruins in front of me.

For the first time, Roger felt an indescribable emotion, and there were only four words left in his mind.

"The vicissitudes of life".

…

"Can you really not remember how many years have passed?"

Roger couldn't help asking.

Ever since he learned about the existence of the catastrophe, he has been very curious about the exact time of the catastrophe.

He asked a lot of people, but he didn't get a clear number.

The old man in Tongma Town, Cindy in Longya Village...they couldn't tell Roger the exact history.

If Aba didn't lie, then he was the life that existed before the cataclysm.

It's the one closest to the truth.

However, the construct's answer is unfortunate:

"I'm sorry, it's really a rude thing to not remember the year."

"But Aba's memory module is too bloated. In order to complete the final mission, I had to delete a lot of unnecessary things, which made my brain a mess."

"Have you seen those memory magic crystals on the ground? Those are the parts I replaced, and there should be a lot of memories in them."

"Unfortunately, my memory slots are completely exhausted. If you have other constructs, you can try to read these memories."

They came to an open field.

Ah Ba pointed at the shiny objects piled up like a mountain not far away.

Roger noticed that a batch of magic crystals was placed on a stone stand alone, covered with a small gray-white tarpaulin.

"Are those magic crystals also your memory?"

He asked ~IndoMTL.com~ ah, yes. These are the precious memories that Ah Ba left behind when he peeked at the bathing of the seniors. "

The construct said happily:

"If you want to see it, please take it and see it!"

Roger was at a loss for words:

"No...isn't that bad?"

Aba shook his head and said:

"They have long since been annihilated in the dust of history."

"I can't even remember their voices and smiles."

"Although it's very rude to peek at people's baths, but it's better than letting them be completely forgotten? What do you think, Mr. Roger?"

Roger gave a wry smile, not knowing what to say.

This Qingquan Sect's teaching elder is really a logical genius!

It's been a mess.

He walked over, picked up a memory magic crystal and played with it carefully.

"I'm not a construct anyway, and I can't read these memories."

He said so to himself.

Right now.

There was a sudden change in the data column!

…

"A good memory magic crystal is detected, do you want to read the memory?"

…

"Gan!"

Roger's face instantly turned cloudy.

…

(Note 1: Constructs are robots in the fantasy world.

Ordinary constructs can only execute certain programs, such as the "Iron Guard".

And a construct infused with Construct Enlightenment is equivalent to having life.

If you are strong enough and have enough knowledge and materials, you can DIY various constructs by yourself, such as "Pleasure Golem")

(I wonder what Mengxin can think of when he sees the "Pleasure Golem"?)