Magic Tower Starry Sky

Although I have experience in dealing with the elderly, I have experienced many battles. Such as the superiors before the crossing, the teacher when they were students, relatives at home, or those elders who have had personal contact after coming to Lost Land. In line with the principle of making myself easy to do things, I try my best to curry favor with these old men, so that they can't find faults, and then find some troubles that are not there.

It is also because there are too many hypocrisy, so most of the time, someone would rather stay at home and try to meet those people as little as possible, so there is no need to talk against his will.

And this time I met some old men. Although from the perspective of visual senses, it is quite novel to see a group of people who are not tall, with silver-white hair and beards on their heads. But their essence is still a group of old men. So Lin still pretended to be respectful, but not too obsequious.

After greeting all the dwarves who were sitting, Lin also sat in one of the empty chairs. Jermaine, who was also sitting next to him, said to himself in a low voice: "Brother, although they probably understand what you are doing, I will still help with the translation so that no one may misunderstand the meaning. I will also convey their message. problem, you can do your best."

"Okay, please ask."

Jermaine mumbled to the other dwarves for a while, and then said to Lin in a somewhat embarrassed way: "Old man, they are asking, why should we trust you?"

"Of course you shouldn't trust me. Why should you trust me? Isn't that strange."

Lin asked nonchalantly. But such an answer made it difficult for Jermaine to pass the pass. Seeing the aggrieved expression of this dwarf whom he knew a lot, Lin smiled and continued: "Honestly, there is no basis for trust between me and you. So asking either party to trust the other party is like a war. Gambling. But are you fools who can be easily taken in? Or are you idiots who will be convinced by a few casual words? I believe not. Then please listen with your ears, think with your own brains, and judge for yourself , is it correct?"

After muttering for a while, Lin's first method should have been accepted by the dwarves.

And the second question that Jermaine conveyed was: "I heard what you said before, and then conveyed the description to them. Old men, you seem to have seen similar symptoms. Where did you see it? Did you How can we judge that our condition is the kind of disease you have seen?"

"In my hometown, I have seen people living in a certain environment have similar symptoms, and even worse, they will die. And the basis for my judgment is nothing more than the situation described in your mouth, and an approximate Speculation. Whether it is correct or not, of course I cannot guarantee it. But if you want to know the further situation, the person you have to rely on is her—" Lin pointed to the lich behind him who waved his hand and smiled, "— Only then can Fen have a way to detect the damage at the genetic level for you. I can't do this."

All the dwarves glanced at the tall man sitting behind, and couldn't tell anything from that beautiful appearance. So I decided to put aside the question of this person for the time being, and continued to ask someone. After muttering for a while, Jermaine forwarded and asked, "Where is your hometown?"

"My hometown is far away. But I think you don't need to ask more about this. Because what you should care about is not whether I am beautiful or ugly, where I live, and who are my parents. Or You feel that you have to do a financial investigation on me before you are willing to consider your own situation."

After Jermaine conveyed this sentence truthfully, he represented the other milder dwarves on the other side and asked the question that everyone wanted to know: "Do you know of any healing methods?"

"It's a pity. As far as I know, such damage is irreversible. But this is the human condition; just from your description, this situation may have continued for a long time. And what I mean is very long, maybe It is hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. But your situation is still a situation to be observed, not the terminal symptoms I have seen. Therefore, a more in-depth examination must be done before accurate advice can be given. "

Considering that Finn once commented that the silver-bearded dwarves are very durable, maybe their body mechanism has a resilience beyond that of humans, so they can resist radiation damage so far. So is it possible to recover from that irreversible injury? Someone dare not guarantee that it is impossible. Everything still has to be studied in depth.

"Then do you have any suggestions?" Jermaine asked on behalf of the other dwarves.

"The only suggestion I can give is to stay away from the source of radiation to avoid aggravating the situation. But it also depends on what the source is, and there are different disposal methods. Throw it away if you can move it, and find a way to move it if you can't move it; If you don’t want to do anything, you can only strengthen the barrier facilities, and find a way to prevent the radiation from radiating out and continue to endanger the human body.”

"Oh, is there any way to block it?" This time Jermaine didn't ask the dwarves in power in his clan, but asked directly. Lin can also understand why they chose the next three points without even thinking about it.

In fact, when most people face possible losses, few people will choose to dispose of the strong man's wrist, but will choose to find a way to remedy it. There is nothing wrong with this, it is just to avoid falling into the predicament of gamblers expecting a comeback and increasing their losses instead.

But before explaining how to block, we must first explain what the source of the damage is. Seeing that the technological level of these dwarfs is not low, Lin returned to his original seat, took out the coffin from his bag, and asked Fen to help. Because a lot of picture files are stored in the space of the first coffin, and to make a briefing, what is more intuitive than showing pictures.

But as soon as the first coffin was taken out, nine out of ten of the silver-bearded dwarves present stared straight. They raised their hands tremblingly, pointing at something someone had put on the table. All of a sudden, a group of dwarves yelled loudly, as if they were going to knock down the roof.

Hearing the words of the elders in the clan, Jermaine also asked anxiously: "Brother, where did you get this thing?"

"Do you recognize this stone box?" While asking this question, Lin also quickly grabbed Fen's hand hanging beside him, fearing that the Lich would be dragged by any grudges. In any case, her head was locked here for thousands of years.

"This stone box was made jointly by my uncle and some great craftsmen. It was handed over to a human magician to seal the demon king thousands of years ago. How did you get this thing? You wouldn't put the contents inside Are you out?"

This time Lin held Fen's hand firmly, for fear that someone would act impulsively. He said in his mouth: "Isn't it enough to pay for the kindness and resentment that was sealed for a thousand years ago? That demon king killed your relatives?"

"Well, it's not cherry blossoms." Jermaine said inexplicably proudly: "We Silverbeards fought, but we have never lost."

...the dwarf certainly has a right to be proud of. It's just that if you wear power armor and lose a group of people wearing fur and holding stone axes, you can commit suicide.

"So, since there is no direct hatred, isn't it good to treat a friend's help with a normal heart? What's more, you have talked with Fen along the way, and you should know that she is not what the rumors are about."

"You...are you really His Majesty the Demon King Tikal?" Jermaine even used honorifics, and looked at the woman who was held tightly by Lin with a somewhat fearful expression.

Rao Fen, who was the subject of the topic, patted her hand gently, and said to someone with her usual provocative expression, "Don't worry, I have no grudge against them. It's just I made a box and closed my head for a thousand years. Anyway, I am unconscious, so I won’t blame anyone.”

After reassuring a nervous man, Fern stood up and said, "That's right. I am Finn Tikal. But please don't ask me to provide evidence or anything, I don't know how to prove that I am myself. Also, now that I don't have any legions, I don't fit to be called the Demon Lord anymore. So dude, call me Fern, that's what my friends call me. Don't call me by my last name, I never liked that word .”

It was rare for this woman to see it so openly, and of course Lin also chimed in: "Yes, brother. And don't think about it, if you talk about life and death, apart from Liches, there are druids, and you can't find a better one." As for your illness ~www.NovelMTL.com~ I can assure you that there is no one in this world who understands better than her."

Jermaine still asked with some concern: "It won't turn us into undead, right?"

"Hey bro, whose territory are we in? Don't you think you've got too many eyes if Fern wants to pull off any plots. Ask anything you don't understand, ask questions if you have concerns, always You can find a method that everyone can accept. At most, you just don’t do it, and that’s okay.”

Before Jermaine could convey what Darin and Fern had said, an old dwarf hurriedly said a few words, and stared fiercely at the young man who was only over five hundred years old, asking him to convey it. Jermaine was a little embarrassed, and after arguing with the old dwarf, he reluctantly said: "Brother, that stinky old man wants me to ask if you covet our... Well, it is your energy source, you understand. "

"I haven't seen the thing you are referring to. I just want to ask, is that something that can be easily carried by one or two people?"

"How is it possible! It is the most important component, and it is very difficult for me to carry it alone, let alone carry it for a long distance. How is that different from asking for trouble?"

"Yes. You are already like this, so what am I coveting? Can I move it? Or should I dismantle parts and go home as a souvenir. Does it make sense?"

A very strong reason, not just Jermaine, even the other dwarves thought of the size of the thing, and if they wanted to move it away under their noses, I am afraid they would have to use an army. Because of this, everyone couldn't help but look at the old man who asked the question, as if his question lowered the intelligence level of all low people.