That’s why I said that closing the Deep Demonic Network is meaningless.

Even if you don’t do research, I will find an appropriate time to talk to the goddess of magic and let her gradually open the deep magic network."

"That's it! I really didn't make a mistake this time. You are the person I have been looking for, who can carry forward the spirit, culture and tradition of Netheril again."

Owo's eyes flashed with excitement and expectation.

You must know that he has been working hard to achieve this goal since the collapse of the magic network in -539DR, which caused the floating cities to fall one after another.

Excluding the first few hundred years of collecting and organizing knowledge and magic items, it is almost a full 1,700 years.

During this period, except for the Shaen Dynasty of Kalingshan, which was still somewhat of an empire, no decent magical kingdom had emerged on the entire continent of Faerûn.

Regardless of whether it is Halua, the country of wizards composed of the remnants of Nese, or the powerful red-robed wizards of Ser, they are far from qualified in the eyes of Ovo.

But now, he finally saw the hope of success in the young man in front of him.

"Don't be too happy too early.

Let me declare in advance that I am a person with a strong desire for control and will never allow a loose parliamentary system centered on the floating city like the one in the Netheril era.

What I want to create is a central government with unlimited power.

All institutions and organizations must obey this goal, even mages are no exception.

If anyone wants to cause division within my rule, or build a mountain independent of the system, I will destroy them mercilessly."

Zuo Si had no intention of hiding anything and showed his autocratic side of the tyrant openly.

Because he is a mage himself, he is very aware of the selfish nature of mage, and he also understands the terrible and serious consequences that will occur if he is given too much freedom.

Look at the red-robed mages who fight among themselves every day in Sel, and look at the crazy policies and actions of Netheril and Imaskar in history, and the reasons for their demise, and you will know that letting the arcane casters escape control or

is what it means to hold power.

Only Halua, the country of mages ruled by the great mages of the prophecy system, is slightly better.

After all, these guys can always predict what will happen in the future and prepare in advance.

At first they predicted the destruction of Netheril, and later they even predicted the fall of the goddess of magic again and the coming of the magic plague.

To tell a joke, the prophecy masters of Halua predicted the spell plague in advance, but Savras, the god of prophecy, did not.

He still has the nerve to call himself the All-Seeing One, the King of Prophecy, the Third Eye...

With such a stretched crotch, no wonder he was beaten to pieces by Azuth, the mortal mage god, and imprisoned in a scepter.

It was not until he later surrendered and swore allegiance to Azuth that he was released.

Owo stared into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to confirm the young man's determination. After about two or three minutes, he sighed helplessly: "Well - well, I don't have many choices, do I? But I hope

You can lead them as a planeswalker, not as an emperor."

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Whatever, there is no essential difference anyway. And I am an immortal myself. I will not die even if I age, and there is no problem of power inheritance."

"Then I wish us happy cooperation."

Owo took the initiative and stretched out his right hand, which had lost its shape.

"It's a pleasure to work with you!"

Zuo Si did not show any dislike, but also stretched out his right hand to hold the opponent tightly.

When they were separated, his palms were suddenly covered with a sticky layer of unknown liquid.

When Ovo saw this scene, he immediately used magic tricks to clean up the mucus, and exclaimed in a slightly apologetic tone: "Ah! Sorry, I forgot that my skin will exude some antiseptic liquid. But don't

Worry, they will not cause any harm or negative effects to the human body."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

Zuo Si obviously didn't take it to heart.

Just kidding!

Although he is a bit of a germaphobe, he is still a ruthless person who can dismember a corpse without any hesitation, dig out the limbs, internal organs and brain completely, then clean them and soak them in embalming fluid.

When I was an apprentice, I occasionally had to do some suture work and vivisection.

A small thing like getting antiseptic fluid on your hands is nothing.

"In that case, I will go back and sort out the books, scrolls and information first, so as not to be in a hurry. Oh, by the way, do you need my help to solve the small troubles in Baldur's Gate and West Hartland?"

Owo asked enthusiastically.

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"No, no need, everything is under my control."

Zuo Si politely chose to refuse.

Although he has reached a cooperation agreement with the great arcanist of the Netheril era, he does not trust him very much.

At least in the short term, trust will not be easily given.

Because these "old people" have lived for too long, who knows what they are thinking in their hearts.

As Iolum, who created the golden age of Netheril, is now a mind flayer mastermind lich, it is hard to say whether he still has humanity;

The wizard king Larocque is hiding under the mountains. He seems harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he is planning an astonishing plan to ascend to the gods;

Even the supreme city lord of Ghost City, Telamant Tanshur, has his own obsession.

So Zuo Si has reason to believe that there must be some unknown secrets hidden behind Owo, but they have not been exposed yet.

He must make several preparation plans to ensure that he can counterattack in time after falling out with the opponent and reduce the resulting losses.

It has to be said that as soon as the cooperation agreement was reached, he started planning how to deal with his allies, which is what he and a certain old bat can do.

Always stay alert!

Never trust anyone easily!

In this regard, Zuo Si has almost reached the extreme. His mental state is obviously not healthy at all, nor is it normal.

It's a pity that at this stage of development, it has obviously entered an advanced stage, and even the best psychiatrist cannot cure it.

Not to mention treatment, the psychiatrist can be considered strong-willed if he doesn't go crazy after talking to him.

After sending away the "immortal" Owo, Zuo Si returned directly to the exclusive room on the upper floor and asked the tower consciousness to send a notice to his apprentice.

After a while, Sancho hurried in and asked breathlessly: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

"Well. I think you should know that a group of people are inquiring about your whereabouts in Baldur's Gate, right?"

Zuo Si sat down on the sofa, and while asking, he used copying magic to copy the magic tattoo knowledge and techniques in his mind into a blank notebook.

Sancho nodded vigorously: "I know! Atona has already told me. Who are they? Why are they chasing me?"

"They are the subordinates of a powerful red-robed mage who was exiled. As for why, you have to ask yourself."

Zuo Si stared at the boy's eyes, especially the right eye carefully.

But unfortunately, no abnormality was found at all through visual observation.

"I... don't understand what you mean."

Sancho stood there at a loss, obviously not knowing what kind of disaster he had caused.

"Think carefully about whether you stole something unusual during your escape." Zuo Si gently tapped the table with his fingers as a reminder.

After receiving the prompt, Sancho immediately began to recall his miserable life in the past few months. After about ten minutes, he suddenly realized and screamed: "Damn it! I remembered it!"

Once, I used my ability to teleport and suddenly appeared in the ruins of a desert. I wandered there for a day and a night until I met a group of camels.

I was tired, hungry, and thirsty at the time, and my teleportation ability had just recovered, so I took advantage of the darkness to sneak over and steal a bag.

In addition to a small amount of water and dried meat, the luggage also contains a sealed metal box.

After I had eaten and drank enough, I opened it and found a spherical gem that was constantly flashing with swirling electric sparks. It was more beautiful and dazzling than any gem I had seen before.

I originally thought about taking it to a jewelry store in the next city and selling it.

But for some unknown reason, when I took out the box again, I found that the gem was missing.

Maybe it was stolen by a thief somewhere.

Those people are probably looking for this lost gem."

Sancho didn't dare to hide anything, so he told everything about his experience.

Although he has an extreme, rebellious personality and is full of disregard for life, he also knows that the mentors in front of him are very few "good people" who are not malicious and are willing to teach and protect themselves.

"The gem disappeared?"

Zuo Si squinted his eyes with a thoughtful expression.

"Yes! It just disappeared! I swear when I went to the jewelry store, I saw the gem in the box. But when I arrived at the jewelry store and opened the box, I found that it was empty." Sancho assured.

"Come here! Come closer!"

Zuo Sichong raised his fingers at the boy, making it clear that he didn't quite believe what he said.

In other words, he felt that the boy had no idea what was happening to him, just like he knew nothing about the divine power and divinity belonging to Baal in his body before.
To be continued...