Orlando was silent. Perhaps no one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone before, or perhaps he had never realized the problem with himself.
In short, the half-elf archmage suddenly fell into a state of confusion, and began to think about everything he had done over the years.
André had no intention of disturbing him. He just stood there silently, waiting for the other party to think it through.
Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, he had never really come into contact with a lifeform that could live for more than five hundred years, or even a thousand years. He simply did not understand what it was like.
In such a long time, even steel would decay, let alone an intelligent life that was easily tempted.
To a certain extent, it was already not easy for Orlando to maintain a certain level of emotion.
Look at his legendary lich mentor, who had long since completely obliterated all emotions. His entire being was like a cold machine, with a strong sense of purpose in everything he did. If the revival of magic civilization had to first destroy the material world, he would definitely choose to destroy the world without hesitation.
What was human nature?
Human nature was the desire for survival that existed because of the dangerous environment in which one's ancestors lived!
The desire for victory!
The desire for a partner similar to oneself!
The concern for one's own kind and one's own status!
And the habit and sympathy of prehistoric humans, as well as the impulse to help one's own kind!
It could be changed by acquired memories and the things around it, but it would also gradually become less intense in a long life, and eventually disappear completely.
André was not too sure if the half-elf had really lost the last trace of humanity, but he could guarantee that the other party had definitely not experienced the taste of impulse or anger for a long time.
He did not know how much time had passed, perhaps a few minutes, perhaps an hour or two …
Orlando seemed to have figured something out. He suddenly raised his head and smiled. "Hehe, you're right. We do have some differences, but that doesn't mean that we're not the same kind of people.
The reason is simple. You're still so young and have not experienced much at all. You can't understand the essence of the universe we exist in, and what the existence of mages means.
Don't worry. When you live to my age, you'll slowly realize what's most important and what can be given up. After all, no one's life is perfect. If you want to get something, you have to pay the price first, isn't that right? "
"The price you pay is to abandon all strong emotions?
And then turn them all into a psychological placebo?
Or should he use a charitable attitude to face kinship, friendship, and love?
I'm sorry, but this is not the future I want. At least, I don't want it now.
The future?
Who can say for sure? "
André shrugged his shoulders in a carefree manner. He always had a detailed plan for his future, but it was only limited to a few years or a few decades. He had never thought about what would happen in a hundred years.
As a semi-elemental creature and Flaming Duke, it was almost impossible for him to die of natural causes within a thousand years. However, in his heart, he had always thought of himself as a human. He did not realize what such a long lifespan meant.
However, Orlando was clearly aware of this. He wasn't in a hurry to refute. Instead, he emphasized meaningfully, "I've said that we're the same kind of people. Whether you believe it or not, it's an iron-clad fact.
You might not be able to understand my choice now, but please remember that you are a mage, the master chosen by the Arcane Eye. You are the person who will bring about great changes in the prophecy. You are also a thorn in the side of many gods …
As for what will happen in the future, let's wait and see. "
There was no doubt that there would never be a result if they continued to argue about the same kind of people. That was why the half-elf mage took the initiative to end this topic.
He was very clear that people with strong wills like himself and André would never be convinced by mere words. Continuing to argue would only waste precious time.
Of course, André was also pressed for time, so he immediately nodded in agreement. "Then let's wait and see!
Oh, right, this is the potion formula and principle that I promised to give you just now. While you were away, I recorded it on the sheepskin. "
Orlando took a quick glance at it. A satisfied smile quickly appeared on his handsome face. "A very interesting topic. I think I should be able to research it further. Who knows, I might be able to find some new ways to deal with giant monsters."
"Then I wish you success in your research. If there's nothing else, I'll go back. You should know that there are still many troubles waiting for me to deal with."
Having said that, André placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly. He then turned and walked towards the nearest exit.
Before he could take a few steps, the half-elf mage immediately took out a glass bottle containing a bloody sarcoma from his waist bag. He called out softly, "Wait!
I'll give this to you as a return gift. I have no use for it anyway. "
Hearing this, André turned around and glanced at the thing in the bottle. He frowned and asked, "What is this?
It looks a little disgusting. "
"It's an organ cut from a woman called the Female Scorpion. It's this organ that allows this woman to freely travel between the material world and the shadow world. You only need to transplant it into someone's body, and that person will obtain the same ability."
Having said that, Orlando threw the bottle directly into the air and disappeared again. It was unknown whether he had left or entered a state of invisibility.
"Female Scorpion?"
After André caught the bottle, the female assassin with the strange ability quickly appeared in his mind. He slowly sneered, "Hmph!
I was wondering why I couldn't find her whereabouts after the last time we met. It turns out that she hid in the Sardinia Islands and became the captive and research subject of a great mage. How unlucky. "
The sarcoma in the bottle was not big. It was about the size of an adult's eyeball. Its surface was densely surrounded by a layer of gray shadow energy that flowed like liquid.
In order to ensure that it was always in an active state, the bottle was filled with a solution that had been treated with magic. There was no need to worry about necrosis for the time being for a month or two.
Due to the vigorous development of necromancy magic in Auraire, organ transplants did not need to be as troublesome as on Earth. There was blood type testing and matching, and there might even be serious rejection.
With the help of a few spells, the body parts could be changed however he wanted. Even if the success rate was not 100%, it was at least 80%. In other words, if André immediately transplanted the sarcoma into his body, he would be able to obtain the ability to travel between the material world and the shadow plane …