"Welcome." Eolum, who was sitting in a chair, said in a soft voice, as he stood up and nodded to Brian, gray hair dancing with his movements.

"I am Iolham, and I'm very happy to see you. Although I think it won't take a few years, I still feel very pleased to see you here in person in advance."

There was an illusion that made Brian feel that this great arcane, known as the "father of lust" was not polite to him.

So, his waist was straightened and he looked straight into Iolum's eyes, "His Excellency Iolum, I am more interested in the civilization of Neseril than the civilization of the inner-fighting demon."

"Is that so? Then you're really looking for the right person."

Eolum said with a smile, and Brian felt a hint of sadness in the old man's smile. His smile made small wrinkles appear on his hazy and glowing face, and on the smooth and pale translucent skin, it looked like a subtle spider web.

"Can you tell me about the history of ancient Naserel?" He asked with a humble expression: "As a descendant of the empire, I regret that I know very little about it. The few hours I have come here have made me feel that I have learned more than the tribesmen who have survived to this day have learned in the past hundred years."

Eolum turned his bright dark purple eyes to Brian, whose gaze made Brian want to retreat not because of fear, but because he had never felt like he was completely seen through.

"The Neserels are never stingy with sharing knowledge, young Brian, but... I think you may be the first person I have seen in these thousands of years to come to me. What do you want to know?"

"Everything," said Brian.

Eolum sighed slightly. Brian couldn't feel what his sigh meant. He said calmly:

"The lessons from that era were bitter, accompanied by blood, death and destruction. But ironically, the culprit who almost destroyed us later brought us redemption: a sense of belonging. The master of each floating city is only loyal to himself and never cared about the safety of other floating cities. What originally united us and later brought us together was a terrible mistake, and we are still atoneing for that mistake. The generations of the Naserir will still pay the price for these mistakes, but this unity itself is great. This is also the lesson I have tried to sum up from the ashes of destruction. Unity, harmony. This is a valuable experience from the past, and I have already experienced it."

"Come with me, I'll take you to the corridor of history." Iolum's deep purple gaze flashed slightly, revealing a comfortable and gentle smile.

"Young Brian, you will have the opportunity to witness the history of Neserel. Don't deny that you are familiar with this history. I have no doubts, but now you will have the opportunity to come into contact with the vivid visual history. If you are an expert in the school of illusion, don't be shocked. These are the masterpieces left by my once passionate students."

His right hand gently swept through the air, and the room began to flicker, as if someone suddenly threw a stone into the calm reflection of the lake.

Brian saw the scene before him flickering harder, and suddenly, the room and the master's mind with a light red glow disappeared and appeared in a bright magical corridor.

The sides of the corridor are covered with dark blue crystals, just like the display screen on the square. With the simple instructions from Iolem, all of them play a clear picture.

The first image shows the residents of the fishing villages of Fenwick, Gith, Gilan, Gustav, Moran, Nosev and Janik, united to protect each other and formed a seven-town alliance.

To celebrate this alliance, the color-resistant calendar began to be put into use.

"The beginning of the Dawn era," said Brian.

"That's right." Eolum said, "The seven small fishing villages in the narrow sea were united under the leadership of the elder Nase and named: Sevendon. The shamans of the Death God of Death, with the power of life and death, and their mastery of necromantic spells, were located in the upper level of power in each fishing village. As the power grew, Nase changed Sevendon to Naserier, meaning 'Nose territory', and his shamans began to teach those talented Necromantic spells."

"What about this one? What is the incident?" Brian looked at the second one.

"The enlightenment of elves magic." Eorem said, "Nether began to study magic and focus on necromancers, which caused concern among the top leaders of Yerland, the neighbor of the elves kingdom. Yerland sent people to pay attention to Neserel. After extensive discussion, Yerland's top leaders believed that the best way to curb the development momentum of the Yerge Church was to provide Neserel with another path to learn magic.

In order to stop the color-bearing people from abusing the necromancer magic and worshiping the god of death, the elves of Yerland began their initial conversation with us and began to teach promising students to learn the arts. They would take the selected children away from their parents and head to the Kingdom of Yerland's Elf, which is now the Supreme Forest. What you see is that historic moment.

As you can see, all the children were frightened, only the firm brown-haired boy took the initiative to reach out to the elf and conducted a magic test, with a smile of complete trust on his face. He was Serien, the first great arcane of Neserier. Yerlan's strategy was very effective, the influence of the Yerge Church began to decrease, and the Necrotic System also became one of the eight schools."

"What's this crowded scene?"

"The turning point of history." Eolum patiently explained, "Old Nase was assassinated, Xiao Nase gained rule. The Naserier people chose a form of rule based on loose democratic politics. This loose rule has continued to this day, forming a city federation called empire, but in fact it was just a loose and disunited city, which laid the groundwork for future destruction. It was really vulgar and terrible."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Continue, this picture is a large orc army swarming out of the ridge of the world, but the elves of Ilfalan and Yerlan defeated them with the help of the fledgling Naseril and the Langas barbarians. The Langas tribe was absorbed into Naseril, but these barbarians still retained their autonomy to a large extent and pursued the source of history. The Bede barbarians are the branch of the Langas tribe."

"This scene," Brian said to the great arcane, "but it was the fuse of another great war. In the end, several years after the successful expedition to the orcs, a wizard lord named Este bloodied the rock dwarf territory of the Stand Stone Plain, killing and capturing all the dwarfs there, both men, women, and young. The war began and finally ended with the tragedy of the dwarfs."

"Your knowledge of history is impressive." Eolum smiled again, "but you should also remember that there were no famous arcanes involved in these wars. Because of this, no student was willing to draw images of related topics. But I just kept a diary about children from Rock Dwarfs."

Brian followed his eyes and saw a human baby-sized dwarf crouching in a corner, trembling with his diary:

Storm Moon (April) 15: I hate living like a mole hiding in a moldy cave.

But there is no way - our underground guards are dead, and we have no place to go.

The Naserel people are here again.

They killed the hole-digger Gretaum with crackling lightning as she tried to protect us with her pickaxe.

They just waved their hands and took their uncle and aunt away.

Dad said we must try our best to pray to Gal, and I did it, but it was useless.

The people of Naseriel kept coming back to capture our tribe.

I think Gal must be angry with me, but my dad comforted me and said no.

Oh, bastard Gal!

Storm Moon 18: We have been running in the underground tunnel for several days.

I'm so sorry, I cursed Gal, but I really don't know what else I can do.

I will be adult next year, but maybe that day will never come.

Storm Month 21: Today, I saw my uncles and aunts and some other people who were captured, but they didn't look like they were the same.

Their skin was covered with tumors and turned yellow and gray, their hair turned red, and their arms became long and thin.

When the aunt saw me, she giggled loudly and began to grow bigger and bigger - even bigger than those Naserels, and the uncle turned into flames out of thin air.

They started to catch us!

He said that the underground creepers had given him a new life by the people of Neseril.

Dad and I ran away desperately, but I think we are the only people who escaped.

My father was injured and I became a person.

Gal, please help us.

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"Most of my generation hope that this history can be forgotten forever, and the reason is easy to understand. Let this history sink quietly into the abyss of forgetting, let it slide into the bottom of time until the lake returns to peace again, no one will remember the memories buried deep." Eolum's old face wrinkled deeper, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"I am also ashamed of this history. Although I was not born when it happened, pretending that this history did not exist means forgetting the consequences it brought to us. We will eventually turn ourselves into victims instead of admitting that we were personally involved in our own destruction. We chose this path. We chose to go on this path until it was too late and we could never look back. But it is precisely because we have made such a choice that we can understand what the end of that dark and shameful road is.

So, I want to listen to the experiences of those who have walked step by step on this path of almost leading to our entire race destruction. I want to understand the reasons why they took each step and what made these decisions seem so reasonable, appropriate and correct at the time.

I hope to understand these so that when similar signs appear again, I can be aware of them.

There are two common sayings, and the wisdom contained in it is beyond imagination.

The first sentence is: Those who cannot learn from history are destined to repeat the mistakes of history.

The second sentence is...understand your enemies!"

"The corridor of history..." Brian whispered as he savored the words of the great arcane, and walked to the next image, "Is this one?"

"A Saruk Lich with extraordinary power disguised himself as a great human wizard and appeared before the Naserir who began to learn magic from the Yerlan elves. Although he called himself Ahindo, the Naserirs awarded him the title of "Prophet of the Earth" because his power allowed him to see what was happening around the world." Eolum looked at the image and sighed:

"The Prophet of the Earth taught us the secrets of the Aoyi and appeared to help them many times over the next few centuries, and he never looked old. His achievements included the translation of numerous Nese Scrolls, the exploration of the northern part of the Sword Bay, the occupation of the well of the Old Owl, and the warning that the Nese Rheer people would perish through the hands of Karthas."

"Asindo, the prophet of the earth?" Brian murmured to himself. In his impression, this Saruk Lich had a chance to reappear in the future time period.

"That's right." Eolum's eyes that made Brian feel terrible, saw through his thoughts, "Through the prophetic spell, I saw in the future that you were about to intersect with this prophet of the earth."

"So you can predict the future?" Brian looked at him in surprise.

With an indescribable sympathy in Eolum's strange dark purple eyes, he stretched out a pale hand and put it on Brian's shoulder.

"No, kid, the future is not a book that can be read."

His old face floated over the sadness and whispered, "The future has been changing, like a flow of water, or a whirlwind and sand. I have the honor of occasionally getting some guidance for the future, but that's all. All I can do is tell you, everything I have said, the direction of the river can be changed, but only you can make it change. This is everything I know, how long I once longed for my own prayers to save my people."

The expression and his tone of voice on Eolum's wrinkled face made Brian understand more about what he had not said: Eolum himself did not believe it, and prophecy was enough to save his people.

Therefore, when he learned that Naserel was in the future and was unable to save him, he chose to leave his floating city.

They continued to move forward, and Brian heard the rustling of human ghosts in Eolum, and the sound seemed to contain a terrible secret.

In the next nearly five hours, under the leadership of Eolum, Brian witnessed the Dawn Age of the Neserel Empire, the Miser Nuclear Age, the Silver Age, the Golden Age, and the Last Age of Discovery and Shadows.

And the aura emitted from this old man's face that surpassed time made Brian understand that Eolum welcomed him to ask any questions.

"Bryan, for you." The two walked to the end of the corridor, with the old phantom of Eolum, with his back facing him, "What is death?"

"End." Brian replied.

“What end point?”

"The end of existence." Brian looked at his back in confusion, "It seems that the topic we are discussing will shift from history to philosophy."

"Nature doesn't understand any philosophical concepts, young Brian." Eolum's wise eyes flashed slightly. "People usually call their own attempt to understand the pathetic - or absurd - nature's behavior. They think that the result of such attempts is philosophy. It is like the cause and effect of the question of 'whether there is a chicken first or an egg first', and the result of thinking is 'the eternal and mysterious conflict between the head and the root', and also regard rain as an unpredictable and profound inducing force. We arcaneists do not waste time thinking about what nature is, because we understand its essence: we are nature ourselves. Do you understand?"

"I'm trying to understand, but please say slower, you look like you're talking to an egg," Brian said with a little headache.

He really couldn't explain the issue of the Great Arcane.

"Have you ever thought about what the essence of Mither's nuclear power was invented?" asked Eolum, the inventor of Mither's nuclear power, "The general view is simple: the Neserels tamed magic, and they forced magical energy to serve themselves, just as humans conquered nature and controlled it... How are your relationship with women, Brian?"

"Ah, sorry, what did you say?" Brian was stunned by a sudden question.

As human ghost rustled, Eolum turned around and stared at him, a smile floating on his old face.

"What I'm asking," he repeated: "What do you think of the relationship between men and women."

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

"In your opinion, can men force women to obey? Of course, I mean real women, not a broad female species. Will real women be controlled by others? Will they be conquered? Will they succumb to your will? If so, how can you do it? Answer me."

"……………” Brian didn't know how to answer for a moment, and he said, "In my opinion, men and women are always equal, and I will try my best to respect them."

"It seems you understand." After a moment, Eolum said.
To be continued...