"It seems that you, like most people, have walked into the blind spot of thinking. "For all these years, Kenobi was the only one who was not intimidated by this so-called deal, and not only found the flaw, but even grabbed all the books on mechanical engineering here through that flaw." ”

"Kenobi wasn't intimidated by this rule before, and he took advantage of the flaws in this rule?" Alfie suddenly felt full of energy, there was no reason why Kenobi couldn't do what he could do!

"Look at you, ready to learn from that guy?" asked Larquit vigilantly, under the rules of this exclusive reading room, Kenobi was the only one who had found the flaw and used it so far, but that time alone had caused Larquit to be so devastated that he almost lost his spirit, so when he saw Alfie's eagerness to try, his heart began to become a little uneasy for some reason.

"That's got to be the case. Of course, Alfie refused to admit it, but in his heart, he couldn't help but think about the loopholes revealed in what Larquit said just now.

"You can give it a try. Ralquet's unremarkable voice made Alfie wonder if he really hoped that he could find a flaw, or if he had to say it against his will under the rules of the exclusive reading room.

"What level are you now?" Alfie said tentatively after a moment's thought. He knew that if he asked directly, he would not know the answer he wanted, so he could only try it in this way.

"I just advanced to the Mithril Sanctuary before I became a ghost, but now-" Larquette shook his head with a wry smile, "I don't have enough energy, I'm afraid I can't even reach the level of a normal Sanctuary." ”

Although Larquit said it lightly, it still made Alfie awe-inspired, when Larquit became a ghost, the war of all races should not be over, and at that time he had already advanced to the Mithril Sanctuary, no wonder he would call Dilknight the lizard and Bishut the little girl. If he hadn't become a ghost, the so-called "Five Masters of the Continent" would probably have to be rewritten.

"What level are the seniors who were lucky enough to enter here before?" Alfie asked again.

"There were twelve people in here before you. Larquit looked at Alfie seriously and said, "Among them, there are nine Sanctuary, two are twelve-level, and one is an ordinary person. ”

"Don't tell me that normal guy is Kenobi. As soon as Larquit said that there was an ordinary person among them, Alfie subconsciously thought of Kenobi, and it is estimated that only he, a demon, can escape from here as an ordinary person.

"All I can say is that your instincts are very sharp and accurate. Larquette glanced at Elfi, and anyone who knew Kenobi could easily make the right judgment.

"Kenobi is the first to enter here?" Alfie's next question impressed Larquet, not everyone could grasp the point from the few words he had just made.

"The tenth!" Larquit's candid reply made Alfie's heart move.

"Wait a minute, could it be that all nine sanctuaries entered before Kenobi?" Alfie hurriedly asked.

"You guessed it right. Kenobi was an obvious watershed, and there was no sanctuary after him. So I'm curious, what happened in the outside world that actually reduced the overall combat power level of the continent so much?" Larquit asked curiously.

"The Great War of the Races. Isn't it easy to think of?" Alfie smiled slightly, he could imagine the era when the stars were shining brightly, when the powerhouses of the Holy Realm were shining together, maybe the troubled times were the best breeding ground for the birth of the strong.

"Sure enough, comfort makes people lazy!" Larquette sighed.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that. As far as I know, most of the powerhouses of the Sacred Realm treat civilians as if they were a mustard, and for civilians, perhaps this era is the best era. Alfie said with deep feelings. He seriously suspected that if he had traveled through the period of the Great War of Ten Thousand Races, he would have been affected by the battle between the powerhouses of the Holy Realm and died.

"Hehe, but have you thought about it, after the overall combat power level of the continent has all declined, if any accident breaks out, now the civilians living in the greenhouse will be slaughtered, and even the previous ability to survive tenaciously in the cracks of the war of all races will be lost. Larquette said solemnly.

Alfie was speechless for a while, what Larquet said was not impossible, but as far as he could see, most civilians were now paralyzed by the idea of getting by, unwilling to think about what would happen if the most extreme situation really happened, let alone prepare in advance.

In fact, given the current situation on the mainland, even if civilians are aware of this problem, they are powerless to change the status quo. After the Great War of All Races, after nearly two thousand years of peaceful development, almost all the cultivation resources were concentrated in the hands of powerful organizations such as the Empire, the Holy See, and the Magic Academy.

Even if an organization like the Academy of Magic, which claims to be open to all civilians with magical talents, holds an enrollment ceremony every year to select magic apprentices who can enter the Academy of Magic's cultivation, the students recruited by the Academy of Magic every year can only be a drop in the bucket compared to the huge population base of the mainland.

There are still too many people with magical talents who are turned away for various reasons. Not to mention anything else, the cost of going to the imperial capital to attend the enrollment ceremony of the Academy of Magic alone is enough for the families of the vast majority of civilians.

Isn't the Academy aware of such a problem? Obviously not, but after so many years, the Academy of Magic has never changed the way it is selected, nor does it have any intention of setting up branches in various parts of the empire, and the reason behind it is very thought-provoking.

Completely contrary to the strategy of the Holy See to bloom all over the continent, the Academy of Magic is like taking back all its fists and concentrating all its power in the imperial capital. Alfi still didn't know why the Academy of Magic had chosen this, nor did she know which of the two diametrically opposed choices between the Academy of Magic and the Holy See was better or worse.

But one thing is certain, there must be some secret information that outsiders do not know, and the hints faintly revealed from Larquet's words prove this.

"Whether the mainland's combat power is declining or not doesn't seem to be the focus of our discussion, and if I can't get out of here, everything is empty talk. After Elfi brushed his mind for a moment, he found himself unwittingly surrounded by Larquet.

Alfie had never considered himself a savior, and such a lofty question should be left to the strongest of the continent, such as Kenobi, Bischut, or Opiras, who was at least a combat-incapable bard so far.

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