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Chapter 65 The Origin of Magic

"Master Rodney!!" Before Summerfield could ask, Julius called out the man's name.

"Rodney...? The one you said invented the image transmission crystal..." Summerfield turned his gaze to Rodney.

"Your robe..." Summerfield frowned.

The man in the white robe smiled and nodded at the Demon King, and Julius realized that the white robe Rodney was wearing was very familiar: "This is..."

"Well, this is the robe you took off for the Magic Association not long ago. I stole it here quietly."

Did he seem to say something outrageous just now without guilt? !Julius jerked his head back to wink at Summerfield.

"And the staff you accidentally threw away just now." Rodney shook the staff of Nathaniel in his hand: "Okay, then I'll stand here!" Rodney smashed the staff heavily To the ground: "As a human being, this staff is really too heavy. Although it will affect the speed of movement, but I am a mage, so there is no problem standing still, right?"

"Magician——" Froxstein gritted his teeth and looked at the man in the white robe in front of him, and suddenly performed a levitation technique on himself to raise his gaze: "Magician, magician, here, in this area ! Why is there still a magician! My servant!"

"Damn magician..."

Julius clearly felt that since the mage appeared in front of everyone, Froxstein's breath began to become violent, and he quietly asked Summerfield: "Has he ever been deeply hurt by the mage?"

"Well, almost..." Somerfield rubbed his chin and explained to Julius in a low voice: "Well, because we can't and can't kill him completely, the ideal situation is to seal him forever, but You know, there is always such a little, imperfect place in this world."

"Froxstein is not an evil god. He can't fulfill any wishes, including the wish to transform into a black elf or the wish of a human being to rule the world or something. It's okay to let you dream, ancient magic—eternal dreamland, Simply put, it is a magic that makes you sleep until you die. I am afraid that is what he planned from the beginning. First, he used someone's obsession or greed to release him, and then sent him to the eternal dream after he ruled the human race. See God," Somerfield reasoned.

"...Master Froxstein...?" The black elf and Hewlett looked at the tall man in disbelief.

"Huh." Froxstein sneered: "Isn't it happy to be immersed in the dream of what you want forever?"

"Master Froxstein...?"

Rodney interjected untimely: "However, it is not impossible for this young brave man to realize his wish. Let me think about it...Let this world completely eliminate magic...Although you can't do that But here I still want to tell you how to realize it... that is..."

Rodney looked at Hewlett with sarcasm and malice: "Kill Froxstein."

"you……!"

"Except for His Majesty the Demon King and His Excellency Shay, everyone present here probably doesn't know, Froxstein...is called in the ancient elf language..."

"The source of magic."

"Young brave man, your goal was wrong from the beginning..."