Wangdu, port area


    the original bright living room is covered by heavy curtains, only a few rays of sunlight in the gap, which fortunately broke through the barrier, left golden traces in the room. The hot air and smoke from the teapot spout are mixed at a slightly higher place. Roland, quietly sitting at the table smoking pipe, in front of him is a pot of tea, two cups. One of the cups is of course his own, but for whom is the other? You know, there is only one living man in this house. Sparrow has been sent to the red pupil early. At this time when people are worried about the rat man hunting act, who will visit an old vagrant magician?


    "Knock knock" knock on the door, ring. Roland was not surprised. He seemed to know that at this time of the day, someone would knock on the door. Therefore, he did not get up to open the door or ask for the identity of the visitor, but just a faint breath of tobacco.


    "Good tobacco." There was no footstep or shadow, and the voice of his voice appeared across the old man''s desk with his master. Roland laughed and glanced up at the figure in grey robe. On his chest, he could see countless Bauhinia flowers in full bloom, but the flowers only opened for a moment. When they fully unfolded their petals, the flowers twisted into a chaotic vortex. Of all the people in the world who wear grey robes, only one of them has such a change in their clothes.


    "The best tobacco leaves of the season make the base. Three hundred years of golden fruit tree branches for firewood. A mixture of three dwarf spirits and a spirit aging, two of which have been lost. Plus the juice of dragon blood grape and desert withered poplar. I''ve been smoking this box of tobacco for nearly eighty years Roland said, taking out a very delicate silver box from the cuff, but although this box can be called a work of art, its size is destined to contain no more than dozens of grams of tobacco.


    "But guess what? The box I made is no different from what I sell on the street. " The magician grinned bitterly and played with his fingers the box containing the cut tobacco.


    The grey robed man tilted his head and put down his hood. "Tobacco is tobacco. If you want it to taste something else, why not just try something else?"


    "Maybe that''s the difference between us, Clark. You always see things so clearly that there is no room for ambiguity. Your disciples are as like as two peas in you. Roland puffed a cigarette ring to his old friend and said.


    "And it''s because you''re so casual that you''re what you are. Where''s your pipe? Why not? " The Lord of the grey tower also laughed. He pointed to Roland''s pipe and asked.


    "Pipe?" The magician looked at the things in his mouth and said, "am I using it? Or did you witches redefine the pipe when I didn''t know it? "


    Clark tapped lightly on the table. "You know I''m not talking about this. Isn''t that the best pipe in the world that he gave you? If there is the best one, why use this kind of ordinary thing? "


    "Oh," said Roland, with a look of great enlightenment, and his next words shocked the Lord of the grey tower. "You said that one, I used it for a while. I felt that no matter what it was, it was a smell. It was too boring, so I threw it away


    "You threw it away! But we were together Come on, it''s your style. It''s just like asking me to learn magic at that time. " The grey robe raised his eyebrows, and a wriggling flower scale Python was coiled around his left arm.


    The magician pulled the corner of his mouth and nodded. "Speaking of this, I remember you wanted a perfect successor. Did you find it?"


    Clark''s expression darkened, and he was silent for a few seconds, only to answer a short sentence, "once found."


    Roland realized that he seemed to have asked the wrong topic and stopped talking. He poured tea for them in silence. The smell of grass diffuses out and covers up all the other flavors. He pushed the cup to Clark, sat down and took a sip. "Try my new recipe? There are not many opportunities for the greatest wizard in the world to give advice. "


    The grey robe raised the cup, smelled the green tea, and then put it back on the table. "If it had been a few years earlier, I would have been happy to help, but now I can''t drink it."


    "Do you know how many people in the world want a sip of this tea?" The old man looked at the man across the table. He believed that the other side understood the meaning of the cup of tea.


    The Lord of the grey tower just smiles and shakes his head. He reaches into the tea with his fingers and stirs the fluid in it at will. "What do you call this tea?"


    "Not old tea." Roland replied in a deep voice.


    "Not old tea? I thought you''d have a name with more of your style, such as the youth elixir. But are you sure your tea is really old tea? I don''t think so. " Clark looked at the old man in front of him. Although the Lord of the grey tower was no longer young, he was still full of vitality compared with Roland. In contrast, the magician feels more like a strong old man with no connection with youth.


    "Do you know why I grow a beard? When I first created this recipe, I drank tea too often and my body was too young, which forced me to move as soon as possible. Later, I began to hide my face with a beard and a big hat to prevent my neighbors from discovering the secret. As for now, I have been able to control the frequency of drinking tea and the effect of the formula. In only half a year, I can turn myself into a teenager or return to what I am now Roland shrugged and took another sip of tea. "So drink it, Clark. I promise it''s not going to have any negative effects, Clark."Unexpectedly, the grey robe still didn''t mean to move the tea. Suddenly, he said something seemingly unrelated, "my apprentice, the most satisfied one. He is the most suitable person I have ever met for the way of magic. In only a few decades, he has the same insight in most fields as I have. It was the happiest day of my life. No one could point out my lack of thinking. He did. Most of the work in my library comes from that era. However, I overlooked some things, I gave him too high expectations and did not cover up, the child every day is trying to shorten the distance with me. But after all, he is only in his twenties. Knowledge needs to be precipitated, and theories must be verified before they can be understood. "


    "He was too radical to prove that he had been exposed to taboos prematurely. And I didn''t have time to stop him. It was too late. I can only watch my favorite disciple, the first disciple, bury himself When Clark said this, there were rare intense mood swings in his voice. He never said these words to anyone. Only Roland, his only remaining friend in the world, could listen to him and dig out the deep-seated stories. "Fortunately, the knowledge I have been pursuing all my life has finally come to some use. I brought a part of him back from the chaos, but only a small part


    "You mean..." At this point in the story, Roland has already understood who the original grey robe brought back.


    Clark nodded and agreed with his old friend''s guess, "the earliest knowledge comes from the accumulation of experience. This time, I won''t make the same mistake again. If the small tree wants to grow up, those tall old things have to make way for their position. My existence has long been a constraint rather than a help to the disciples. Without me, they can be new forests. "


    "Is it worth it? Isn''t your ideal to embrace the truth? If you just let yourself die, who will tell you what the truth is? " Roland understood what the other side meant, but he didn''t think it was a reasonable reason for the Lord of the grey tower to kill himself.


    "Truth." Clark repeated the word, "I was incredibly sure it existed and devoted all my energy to it, but did it really exist. After realizing so much, I began to doubt it. But one thing I know very well, dear Roland, is that if there is anything else in the world that can be called truth and I have neither understood nor experienced, it is death. It''s just it, it''s different from everyone, and it reminds me of the truth, maybe in death. "


    Roland put his pipe on the table. "Are you stupid? Or you lose your mind by studying those damned spells every day! Listen to what you''re talking about! Clark, take back what you said and drink the tea in front of you


    "That won''t do. This is my last research, and I have to finish it. I just came to say goodbye to you. I thought I would spend some time looking for you, but you happened to be here. Fate is a wonderful thing, if it does exist Gray robe said gently raised his hand, the invisible force will want to rise magician dead pressure on the chair, can not move.


    "By the way, the devil who occupies the body of the king of this country, I will deal with it. But the mortal he traded with is dead and should be discovered soon. Pay attention to yourself. It''s a mess here recently. Ha ha, but it''s almost over. What''s more, it''s funny that you have a beard. I''m afraid they will laugh to death when they see it. If I could see them, I would tell them about it


    "It''s a pity that I can''t see what the chief badge of cheese looks like. I can probably guess it, but I''d better ask you to witness it for me, so as to save him from complaining later. Ah, there''s a lot more I want to tell you, but I don''t have much time now. Sorry, old man


    Roland, stand up. But he was the only one left in the room. The figure of the grey robe sitting on the opposite side just now seems to have never appeared before.


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