Calderon's private library is still so quiet. Few people came here except Yang Hai and Calderon. Recently, Calderon has been hiding from Yang Hai and has not even come to the library, so it has become Yang Hai's exclusive territory.

He came to the book shelf of Zero and planned to ask about books that guy Zero might encounter when identifying the fate clock, but when he walked past the book shelf of Zero, Yang Hai was shocked.

Because there was a silver-haired man sitting in the position where Calderon liked to sit, he unfolded a large exaggerated scroll, and was writing something with a quill pen. The silver-haired man looked up and looked at Yang Hai, ignored him, lowered his head and continued to write on the scroll.

A stranger suddenly appeared in Calderon's private library. This feeling made people feel a little awkward. However, since they can enter here, this means that this person must be Calderon's friend, otherwise the barrier set by a legendary wizard would not be able to be broken through by anyone.

The silver-haired man looked up and just glanced at Yang Hai, then lowered his head again, but Yang Hai had a strange illusion, as if he would never forget this face.

That face was really impressive. The silver-haired man was indeed very young, but he did not have any young temperament. His face was not handsome, but his eyes were bright and scary. At the moment the two of them looked at each other, Yang Hai clearly saw his face in the transparent eyes of the silver-haired man.

Yang Hai subconsciously looked at the silver-haired man's left chest, wanting to see if there was a badge of light of truth. If so, then this person might be Calderon's senior brother, Laplace of Lingge Coast, and another voter of Evans. However, the silver-haired man was wearing a white and spotless cloth robe, and there was no decoration on it with a little pattern, let alone the badge of light of truth.

Yang Hai thought about it again and heard that the relationship between Laplace and Calderon was not very good. Perhaps Laplace could not enter the library. Among the two voters of Evans, Laplace inherited Evans's strong fighting power and was a famous swordsman on the mainland. Calderon inherited all Evans' wisdom and sharp eyes, as well as the title of a erudite, and these two brothers were both literary and martial. Laplace always bullied Calderon by his superior strength. Laplace likes to read suspense novels, but Calderon, who could not beat his senior brother, once secretly wrote the name or finale of the last murderer on the thirty page of each novel of Laplace, or wrote about a certain protagonist who died later... These were all revealed to Yang Hai when Calderon was drinking and drinking.

He shook his head and no longer guessed who the person in front of him might be. Evans' voters' voices shocked the mainland. Calderon was also a famous teacher on the mainland back then, and he had a wide range of friendships. Maybe the person in front of him was Calderon's old friend?

He began to search for books about the clock of fate.

When he sat next to the table with a hill-like book, the silver-haired man moved his eyes away from the large, overly large scroll and looked at the names of the books.

Then his eyes fell on Yang Hai's left hand.

Yang Hai noticed the silver-haired man's eyes and was stunned. The clock of fate was indeed worn on his left hand. But it was covered by gloves. He was a believer of Evans and could not be seen through. Could this person guess everything just by the books he brought back?

Isn't this too powerful?

The silver-haired man shook his head and rolled up the spread scroll again. He carried it on his back. Only then did Yang Hai notice that the scroll was nearly half a person's height and secretly smack his tongue. The magic scroll that can be used to tear it open was just a piece of paper the size of a palm. Yang Hai, a knowledgeable and knowledgeable expert, had never heard of such a large scroll.

"Laplace is more suitable for being your master than Calderon." The silver-haired man said softly, and Yang Hai couldn't tell whether this tenderness came from his tone, his attitude, or simply the silver-haired man said this way. "Your magical talent is really bad enough."

The exile was originally a warrior who could use some shallow spells. Yang Hai thought about this, but did not say it out. The appearance of the guy in front of him was really too weird.

He subconsciously glanced at the clock of fate, and then was shocked to find that the pointer of the clock of fate was stopped on "good luck". I don't know what happened to the clock of fate today. The characters on the dial in the past were constantly squirming, but today all the characters were spelled into a big good luck, as if there was nothing else except this prompt message.

What is good luck?

Yang Hai subconsciously looked at the silver-haired man.

"Can you help me get a copy of Dragon Valley Geography?" The silver-haired man used imperative sentences. Yang Hai made a judgment. Although this sentence was an inquiry, it sounded like there was no room for rejection. The guy in front of him looked like a master. Yang Hai looked at the dial that had nothing but good luck, hesitated for a moment, and ran errands for the silver-haired man.

"I'm trying to re-draw a map of the continent." The silver-haired man frowned and said worriedly: "This job is much more difficult than I imagined." He quickly flipped through the geography of Dragon Valley, and said: "The original map is no longer useful."

Yang Hai leaned over curiously and saw the silver-haired man drawing the map smoothly on the map. The silver-haired man held a pitch-black quill as dark as ink, and without any ink, the magical lines fell on the huge scroll. After the silver-haired man finished drawing a rough topographic map of Dragon Valley, he shaved the scroll with the feathers of the quill, and then the scale of the map was enlarged like a Google satellite map.

Yang Hai looked at this scene in a daze.

The silver-haired man casually drew the cliff of Wanghai, and then the other cities of the Dragon Clan. As his quill was tapped, the map on the scroll kept changing the scale, and in a short while most of the cities of the Dragon Clan were drawn.

This hand transformation technique is simply magical. Yang Hai knew that the quill pen must have been transformed from a staff. But even with his outstanding eyesight, he could not tell the original form of the staff.

"Isn't there a ready-made map?" Yang Hai knew as soon as he finished speaking, he asked a stupid question.

"The ready-made map is too rough." The silver-haired man ignored it and still explained gently: "What I want is a precise map."

"Uh, I don't know your name yet?" Yang Hai asked.

"Didn't that guy Calderon mention me?" the silver-haired man blinked.

Yang Hai tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember anything besides Laplace, Calderon also mentioned what great man could fit the image of the silver-haired man in front of him.

"A truly qualified map should contain very rich content." The silver-haired man said in a gentle tone that has not changed for thousands of years: "For example, if I draw the blue wood forest next to Black Wing City, I have to mark it on it." Yang Hai saw the silver-haired man writing with a quill pen: "Blue wood forest - climate: humid and rainy; geographical environment: very stable; monster distribution: circular distribution, the outermost layer is a weasel, an ordinary beast. Eats on blue wood fruits..." As the silver-haired man wrote, these handwriting gradually penetrated into the map and disappeared.

Yang Hai grew up and said, God. According to your writing style, it would take decades to complete a map of the mainland? No wonder you think the maps on the market are too rough. According to your standards, the maps we use now are really not rough.

"The workload is too much." The silver-haired man complained.

"If I were you, I wouldn't waste my limited life on these boring drawings." Leorick suddenly spoke.

Yang Hai was shocked. Only he could hear what Leorick said, so why did this guy suddenly talk to the silver-haired man?

But what shocked him even more was that the silver-haired man obviously heard Leorick's words and said with a smile: "So I am still free and comfortable now, and you can only hide in your life guard box and have not woken up until now."

Yang Hai took a deep breath of air conditioning, and he immediately understood who the guy in front of him was.

Before he could speak, the door of the library was suddenly pushed open. Calderon ran over in a panting and gasped.

Calderon bowed deeply to the silver-haired man and said, "My God. How could you come here in person? If I hadn't felt the breath of the scepter of truth-"

"You called my name late at night and confessed to me the terrible thoughts that had appeared in your mind. You resisted the greed that gradually devoured your soul. I heard your call, so I came here." Evans smiled and said, "As your Lord God, I have an obligation to protect you from fear. Not being tempted. This guy named Leolic is not something you can do, so I am probably the only one who comes."

Yang Hai came back to his senses from the shock and bowed deeply.

The main plane is a special plane. For ordinary life, this is a very suitable environment for survival. However, for those extremely powerful beings, every moment they exist in this plane, every spell they use will put them under tremendous pressure. Yang Hai guessed that if this pressure is expressed in data, it may require a certain degree of will check. If it cannot pass the check, it will be wiped out directly.

This is why most gods must live in desolate outer planes. They cannot enter the main plane in person. At most, they just send a clone walking on earth to perform their duties on their behalf. There are many gods who do this, and the typical one is the dragon god Palote.

But there is an exception to God. Although he cannot live in the main plane forever, he can come to this plane in person and stay for a short time, because the will of this god is very strong, strong enough to withstand harsh checks briefly.

This god is Evans.

Evans has no clone who walks around the world. He comes by himself whenever he has something to do.

Yang Haike never thought that he would see his main god so soon, which made his heart beat faster. Maybe that difficult divine servant mission can be completed today?

No, there is a great chance to accomplish it, even the clock of fate shows the symbol of luck!

Evans helped Calderon, who was kneeling on one knee, and said, "Carl, you don't have to blame yourself. The responsibility for this matter is not on you." As he said that, Evans turned to Yang Hai: "Can you show me Riorick's life guard box?"

Yang Hai handed it on without saying a word.

"Duke, long time no see." Evans' tone was still gentle, but his expression gradually became stern: "Why are you trying to seduce Carl?"

"This is his own greed. If he had not thought of seizing the life guardian box, how could I tempt him?" Leorick's voice rang in the library.

"This is just a decisive word, grand duke." The smile on Evans's face disappeared: "We all know that you are very good at seducing people's hearts and good at the way of acting in the soul. Do you dare say that you did not use spells to amplify the greed in Carl's heart? The life guard box was handed to Carl. I knew Carl's nature very well and how firm he was. If you did not seduce him with magic, would Carl pray to me?"

"That's why I need to have greedy thoughts in his heart to tempt him." Leorick said disapprovingly.

"Everyone has a greedy thought in his heart. A soul without greed is an incomplete soul. I'm afraid you are much more familiar with the place of the Bell Tower of the Guard, right?" Evans didn't care: "Old guy, your attitude makes me embarrassed. Can't you stay with my disciples honestly and must seduce these legendary wizards?"

"Evans, you know very well why this is. I want to be resurrected and I want to have my body again." Leolic said coldly: "I want to take revenge. No one can stop me!"

"It's been so long, and your dark age has become history. Grand Duke, I'm forgiving, your pursuit is meaningless." Evans said bluntly: "Verun has long been dead, Recton has also died. Utoya has disappeared for too long and has almost disappeared into our memories. Those who were cursed by you have either ended their lives in pain, or have survived, unable to resist the erosion of time and turned into loess. Moreover, I think you are very

It is clear why you have strong strength but can stay safe and sound in the main plane without being restricted by the Creator. Your power comes from those mysterious runes, the runes portrayed on your body and on your skin. I admit that you are beyond your imagination. I have never admired anyone except the unicorn king of Hell, Olicen and you. But you must know that your body has long been destroyed. Even if you are resurrected, are you still the Riorick of the past?"

"I can continue to travel all over the world, find all kinds of materials with powerful magic, and make them the same as the method to transform my new body." Leorick said unwillingly.

"It's useless, Leolic, the rules have been changed long ago. The power gained by external forces will be limited by the laws of the main plane. This is no longer the era when you could have taken a unique approach and used the gaps of the laws to become a blasphemer." Evans said ruthlessly: "Do you think that the gods who knew you would return, and that guy Ao, would watch you return and do nothing? You could change the laws back then, but now others can change the laws."

Leorick fell silent.

"I can stay in the main plane for a while, so you still have time to think about it and give me a reply, I hope you don't make me embarrassed, old man, because I help you keep the life guard and don't throw your life guard to them." Evans' tone softened again.
Chapter completed!