Bofis patted his head with some distress: "But even if I answer you like that...... If you haven't seen it, you won't understand it. ”

She thought hard for a while, and reluctantly stretched out her hand to gesturing: "That's it......

"Generally speaking, there are a lot of these high dispersers on the ground. Water is pumped from an underground river, injected and then fed into a disperser...... Then when the evening comes, turn on the disperser.

"When the water infused with mantra energy is activated, it glows with a beautiful light of different colors."

Bofis said with a little nostalgia, "But you won't see it......"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you don't have any spells in your blood."

Bofis glanced at the two people and a cat behind Citalopram, and replied casually, "If you say it's because of the Pale Daughter...... Neither of them either. I guess spell technology has finally been discontinued. ”

“…… So, what exactly is mantra energy? ”

Citalopram couldn't help but ask.

"Spell power......"

Bofis muttered.

She couldn't help but show a thin wry smile: "It seems that if I don't tell you, you can't let go."

"Since I want to say it, I'm going to make it clear to you. Spell ...... It must never be reused.

"Spell energy is the technology we rely on to survive in the desert. You can understand it as the ability to pump a spring out of the desert...... The ability to make all wishes come true under limited conditions.

"That's 'the power of imperfect creation'.

"But your teacher must have taught you the iron rules of this world, right?" Whoever has something undeserved has a price.'" ”

“…… Almost. ”

Citalopram nodded.

Annan did tell her.

Although this is not the original sentence, the specific meaning is similar.

Bofis took a deep breath and muttered in a low voice, "Spell energy...... It is the blood of the world.

"The contact between this world and the dream world is not a fusion of warm swallows. At the intersection of the two worlds, the world becomes extremely fragile...... That's the flaw in the world itself.

"It's the wound of the world—flesh that isn't covered in skin."

Bofis sighed, "And the curse cellar is a hollow wedge. Nail into this flesh and blood, pump out the world's plasma. The world around the Vault will gradually become desolate, and people in the vicinity of the Vault will occasionally disappear...... That is, the moment the world collapsed, he fell into the dream world. If the physical body enters the dream realm, it is basically impossible to come back.

"And in addition to the destruction of the world itself by the Curse Cellar, whoever sucks the blood of the world will be cursed by the world. Or, what they are sucking is the curse of the world.

"Those who have used mantras will live seven times longer, but their youth will not be extended; They are destined to be riddled with nightmares, and even if they are not dead, they will carry nightmares with them...... Many curses, all different. And after waking up from the nightmare, new spells will be added, and they will be tortured until death...... Not even death can end.

"Once you use a spell, you can't get rid of this craving. But when we are in the desert, there is no room for hypocrisy. The spell energy is the poisonous blood that keeps our civilization alive...... I know that I will die sooner or later, but if I don't take it, I will die of thirst.

"As soon as we arrived in the abundant resources of Yaseran, some people of insight called on everyone to use mantras in moderation.

"But the vast majority of elves are reluctant to give up the convenient spell energy - because its side effects can be said to be insignificant compared to the convenience of the spell energy. And the use of mantras by a civilization further divides its side effects. As for the world that has been riddled with holes for hundreds of years...... That's a future that has nothing to do with us. ”

“…… Can spells be addictive? ”

Citalopram asked subconsciously.

She faintly saw the sunwell and the shadow of Quel'Thalas......

"No, mantra energy itself is not addictive, but the convenience itself is a terrible dependence. The convenience of the spell is enough to make people forget even the pain of death...... Therefore, the elves born after the Tertiary period did not consider death to be a terrible thing.

"For them, mantras are not for survival, but for pleasure."

And Bofit's answer was even more terrifying.

"Because of the mystery and scarcity of this power...... The people of Yaserlan have their eyes on this power instead. In some of the legends sung by the bards, there are traces of mantras.

"In your lore, spells have many magical aliases. For example, the 'Water of Immortality', the 'Fountain of Youth', the 'Holy Grail', the 'Water of the River Styx', and so on.

Eventually, with the persuasion of many prophets, the emperor was able to take control of the situation. In the face of complete opposition from the House of Elders, a compromise was forced with the House of Elders - not to stop the use of spells altogether, but to concentrate important populations in the capital and use spells only in the capital. It is also forbidden to use spells in front of centaurs and Yaserans.

“…… But then, we launched a rebellion.

"Not a rebellion of rebellion, but a rebellion of self-destruction...... For example, the city I'm in is an extreme city of mantra worship. Before the Vault was finally demolished as planned, the people destroyed their own houses and destroyed the traces of their lives...... Harnessing the last of the power of the Vault, he weaves an eternal public nightmare and stands still in time.

"It was a never-ending month, a beautiful 'nightmare'...... Not to record important knowledge and inheritance, but to escape into it and enjoy life that is no different from before. ”

Miss Bofit's emotions grew uplifted, and then faded again.

She was silent for a long time before she lowered her head and said in a very low voice, "I'm sorry, I lied before." ”

"It's not your fault."

Citalopram gently and quietly persuaded.

Bofis took a deep breath and calmed down.

Then she continued: "Mom wants to take me to the royal capital. But I ran away because I didn't want to use the spell anymore, which was obviously wrong...... That's what my mom taught me since I was a child.

"But she herself wants to move to the royal capital to live......"

She choked up at this.

Citalopram persuaded again: "It's not your fault. ”

"I just want ...... Live an ordinary life. But no one supported me...... At most, I can only go back to my hometown and die with everyone...... Save this meaningless 'knowledge' as a specimen during this time.

“…… But I can't do anything. When I returned, I was late and didn't make it to the ceremony...... But when I wanted to leave, I couldn't run. ”

Bofis smiled wryly: "I'm here alone, not with any great mission or great thing. I just wandered where I was, not knowing where I was going, and I didn't get anything done......

"I lied, citalopram. I'm not great at all, I don't have any partners, and I don't have any special abilities. I...... Nothing can be done. ”

She muttered, "I'm just an indecisive half-ass......"

Bofis looked at Citalopram pleadingly, her voice faint as a ghost.

“…… Will you ever come back to me? ”