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After Tia's mood stabilized, we started thinking.

To be precise, Tia started thinking, and I gave up thinking. It was great that my brain could retire early.

I don’t know what went wrong. After Tia came to the dreamland, she turned into a ghost-like existence. This is a problem, but if you think about it carefully, it can be regarded as a convenient method.

For example, Tia can swagger into the inner city and look for Schrödinger's book Na.

Why do you say this? Because we are still unable to determine whether Benzina in the inner city is a living body from 30,000 years ago, or whether it is the real owner of the entire dream, played by Benzina's own consciousness.

It may even be that the two are intertwined. This situation is more complicated. Before coming in, I didn’t know what Benzina’s dream was, so I couldn’t discuss it with Ariya in advance. Now, she who knows the most about dreams cannot be contacted, so she can’t contact her.

It's up to Tia and me to think and be reckless at the same time.

"It's useless to think so much. I'd better go in and confirm it first. No matter which Nana it is, it can at least provide some clues. If Nana can't be found at all, it will be a headache."

With her energy replenished to the maximum, Tia was full of energy and raised her little fist high.

"Then what are you waiting for? Come on, my substitute...How about I give you a temporary nickname?"

"Let's forget it." Tia shrank her neck, a little timid.

"Don't worry, I'm the Naming Emperor, I can definitely give you a good one."

"But I just want to be Fanfan's Tia, and I don't want anything else."

I was so moved that I hugged, kissed and lifted up the sweet-mouthed little girl.

After the interlude, Dia flew lightly towards the inner city. Just as we imagined, neither the magician guards nor the many scary magic circles had any reaction to Dia, just like an invisible wisp.

The immeasurable breeze flew in smoothly, shuttled between the numerous mage towers, and the figure quickly disappeared.

In less than a cup of tea, Tia flew back leisurely.

"So fast?" I was a little shocked. This efficiency is indeed worthy of my activist wife.

"This is my home." The little girl replied matter-of-factly.

"Come on, come on, tell me where your home is."

"Hey hey hey."

The lie was exposed, and the little girl smiled sheepishly: "Actually, Nana once told me what Horadric looked like 30,000 years ago, where he lived, and what he usually liked to do."

"Aw? What does that guy like to do?"

I'm interested, why don't you tell me about it, I guess it's hard to say, such as picking your feet, picking your nose, scratching your buttocks. On the surface, she is a gentle and gentle sick girl, but in fact she is a rough and careless man.

"This is a secret between girls. If Fanfan wants to know, he can ask Nana himself."

"Forget it, actually, I'm not very interested." The main reason is that, for this reason, if I continue to ask, wouldn't I look very girlish?

Tia, I didn’t expect that Xie is also a master of language.

The commotion in the center could not be alleviated, so I could only change the target and enter the topic by running: "So how is the situation? Have you found Nana?"

"I've found it..." Tia's expression was a little subtle.

"Then hurry up..."

"It's Nana from thirty thousand years ago."

"Hi." I slapped my forehead, and it turned out to be the second worst situation.

"Confirm, maybe that guy is pretending."

"I know Nana, you can't pretend like that."

"That's right. That guy's acting skills are really average, and he's about the same as me."

Tia pursed her lips and smiled, putting aside the topic: "So... Fanfan, what should we do now?"

"You have a better brain than me, you can think of a way." The brain is a good thing, but it's a pity that I gave up treatment.

"That's it, if Nana can see me, hear what I say, or I can touch Nana, it should be easy to gain her trust, but in the current situation, there is nothing I can do

No."

"It's okay, don't you still have me? From now on, you will be upgraded from my substitute messenger to a dog-headed strategist." I patted my chest and promised with a bang.

"Dog-headed military advisor...can this be considered a promotion? I'm a little curious about the status of that substitute messenger."

"Responsible for doing chores and complaining."

"Wow!"

"What else do you think? Master Chief Tia!"

"Reporting to the general, I just want to know how many levels are needed before the warm bed is reached."

"..."

This little girl's mouth is so sweet that it makes people's hearts itch, and her whole body is full of lively and frank desire and charm that goes straight to the subject, perfectly interpreting the passion and enchantment of a desert girl.

I coughed a few times and started to lecture with a straight face. Even if we are an old married couple, let’s not be so direct in our speech, okay? I teach you how to be reserved and reserved. You have to be reserved and reserved. You have to talk about a double party!

It's a pity that this is a dream, or Ben Zina's dream, otherwise I would teach you through words and deeds. The little girl is so stupid and cute, and she has to use actions to explain it clearly.

No, no, no, I almost fell under the spell of this little girl again. I think the nickname of Little Fox should be given to her. She is innocent and frank, and her lively and energetic appearance hides the attributes of a vixen. Of course, only I can see this side.

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Ahem, back to the point, back to the point.

So now comes the question, let alone what to do when I see Ben Zina from 30,000 years ago. The biggest problem before this question is how do I enter the inner city? To be honest, even if I can exert all my strength, I can't force myself to do it.

Going in is also a dead end. This is me who has always been among the top three in committing suicide. I have an unparalleled keen sense of death.

The problem that stumped me, a four-winged warrior, was a trivial matter in front of Tia, the dog-headed strategist.

"It's simple, Fanfan just needs to change into a mage robe."

"That's enough?" It's not that I don't believe Tia, it's just that this method...isn't it a bit too childish? Where do you think this place is, where Yao Ming can get away with a child ticket by squatting as a junior? What do you think of those guards?

He's not a top StarCraft player either.

"Fanfan just listen to me, no problem."

According to Tia's request, I dubiously put on a bright mage's robe, with three layers of black cloak underneath, so I felt a little bit safer. Then I stopped three steps and moved towards the entrance with a suspicious appearance.

"Good morning, the weather is nice today. It's a good day to stay in the tower and do experiments." When passing the city gate, the mage guard's eyes only stayed on me for half a second, and he slightly raised the staff in his hand and said with a smile.

Say hello.

There was no interrogation, and there was no warning from the magic circle. I entered the inner city so easily!

To be honest, the moment the guard raised his staff, my tense nerves almost made me strike preemptively and hit my face with a fireball.

When I walked through the city gate, my face was in a trance, in the mist, as if I was dreaming.

No, this is just a dream.

"Why?"

"Because Fanfan knows soul magic." Tia told me the answer directly without being shy.

It's that simple. Because of the soul magic, I am regarded as one of the Horadric tribe. Think about it. The Horadric tribe is at its peak now. The number of mages is at least five figures. It is impossible for the guards to remember every one.

A face naturally needs to be recognized by something else.

I just didn't expect that such a thing is soul magic, or in other words, soul magic is one of the important means of identification. Not every Horadric mage knows soul magic.

So what exactly did I do in the outer city?

"Isn't the outer city simpler? Anyone can come and go freely as long as they don't dress suspiciously." Tia tilted her head in confusion and told me that this was something Benzina had told her.

Hey!

Dia, who had inexplicably received a blow from my hand, covered her forehead and screamed.

"However, wouldn't this be too casual? What if the enemy obtains soul magic through some means and enters the inner city to wreak havoc?"

"In this period, we are not afraid of anyone at all, even the most powerful Holy See." Tia puffed up her chest proudly, then shook her head and sighed: "In the end, we defeated ourselves."

Thinking that with my own strength, I was helpless in the face of the inner city's defense, and even had the vigilance of trying to break in, I nodded in deep agreement.

The Horadric tribe 30,000 years ago was indeed a bit incomprehensible, and was very similar to the Atlantean civilization.

"We're here." He thought casually, and Tia suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Arrived? Where?"

I looked around, feeling a little confused. Compared to the bustling outer city, the inner city was ridiculously simple. Except for the towering magic towers and the commendable central main tower that had been preserved until 30,000 years later, the other

It's not worth mentioning, it has no characteristics at all.

It's like the Horadric mages, who have no other desires except eating, drinking, and tinkering in the wizard tower.

"Nana's house." Tia pointed forward.

It was an extremely exquisite small villa. Among the many mage towers, it seemed like it was an Eastern European-style house with a bright and lovely appearance, surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers and wrapped in reinforced concrete.

It is as if it is the only touch of color in this monotonous gray world that only contains magic and magic research. People can't help but shine, pay attention, and subconsciously want to know the owner of this unique house.

At this moment, the bright yellow wooden shutters on the second floor squeaked and opened a palm-wide opening. The flawless white curtain floated out with the window door, swaying and flying. At the same time, there was a half-length silk curtain.

The curtains were whiter and her thin arms, with a bit of shyness and reserve, were gently supported on the window eaves, and together with the owner, they carefully explored the outside world.
Chapter completed!