Chapter 119

That night, in order to welcome the return of the village head, the villagers held a grand bonfire party in the new village square according to the usual practice. Everyone sang and danced, with wine and meat, which was quite lively.

While eating, drinking and dancing, Rolle relieved the fatigue accumulated during this period and told the people what happened outside.

"I tell you, my daughter is a great student! The teachers and professors in the college praised her as a genius. The students regarded her as a learning bully. Even I was greedy for that day!"

"I tell you, my daughter is promising. I come back in airships. Have you seen airships? I'm afraid I haven't heard of them?"

"I tell you, my daughter may have done it. It's a fertile valley. Think about how far it is. She can run there alone, dig up a big news, and make headlines when she looks back!"

After all, three sentences are always inseparable from my daughter. As a result, I don't mention what I did.

It's not that he deliberately kept a low profile, but that these villagers have no knowledge and don't understand anything. They can't understand what they said. They have to ask East and West as if they knew it. They have to explain everything for a long time. It's very troublesome.

However, as he spoke, Rolle suddenly noticed some discordant detail, suddenly turned off the topic, pointed to a mountain shrouded in night in the distance and asked:

"Eh? Is it because it's dark? How do I feel that the mountain opposite seems to have suddenly become higher?"

"Look, look, I remember sitting here before. The mountain doesn't seem so high?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the original atmosphere of talking and laughing suddenly solidified.

But fortunately, it lasted only one second, and everyone continued to talk and laugh.

"Village head, have you drunk too much?"

"What nonsense? You don't know what the village head's drinking capacity is? It's obviously that I haven't come back for too long. I've forgotten the shape of the village."

"Yes, yes, village head. You are so happy outside and your daughter is so promising. You won't come back in the future?"

After hearing someone ask this question, everyone gradually calmed down and seemed to care about Rolle's answer.

This problem happened to be what rolle had been struggling and hesitating about. He immediately forgot his doubts. He stuffed half a bottle of fruit wine, and then said leisurely:

"No, I won't go. I must guard this place..."

The villagers laughed and waited for him to continue.

But rolle went on to say:

"However, my daughter should also be taken good care of. I can't let her suffer losses outside and be cheated..."

"So I plan to go out to see her every once in a while and bring her some fresh fruits and vegetables from the village."

Hearing what he said, the villagers began to applaud.

"It's the best. It's really worthy of being the village head! I made the wisest decision!"

"Village head, this is a left-handed career and a right-handed family. It's really enviable!"

"Yes, you are not in the village head, and everyone is doing well. You can rest assured to take care of Xiao Keli and come back every few months..."

"Come on, village head, I'll give you a bottle!"

Rolle was flattered for a while and unknowingly drank a lot of fruit wine. Even if the degree was low, he felt a little drunk and just slept.

After chatting with everyone, he went back to his room, looked at the two portraits of his daughter hanging on the wall, and fell asleep with comfort and satisfaction.

However, the villagers outside did not disperse, but extinguished the bonfire and other illuminated torches and braziers, so that the darkness shrouded the small mountain village.

A neighbor with sweet sweetheart fruit at home listened to the news of the village head's house and made sure that rolle was asleep before he snapped his fingers.

Rolle's home suddenly became distorted and virtualized. It looked translucent and seemed to be about to disappear, but it maintained this ethereal state all the time.

He said another word with his mouth;

"Yes, the village head will not notice the movement outside. He will sleep safely until dawn."

Compared with the previous magical idea communication, it is more convenient and safer to speak with your mouth.

The fat man on one side nodded, looked at the mess on the ground and ordered:

"Ah Da and ah Er clean up here first. It's a mess."

Ah Da and ah Er, that is, smiling face and black face, are the youngest brothers in the village except Kerry, so they have to do a lot of chores.

They didn't complain about it and gladly accepted the fat man's arrangement.

I saw those empty wine bottles on the ground automatically become brand-new, and then jump back to the fat man's wine cellar like feet; The leftover food residue and all kinds of garbage also disintegrate into mosaic fragments and sink into the ground.

The small square is clean and beautiful again.

In the whole process, there was no power fluctuation, but also revealed an unspeakable sense of nature, as if these bottles should be clean and neatly stacked in the wine cellar; As if the garbage and residue didn't exist.

This is the power to distort reality and force the impossible to rewrite. It is the power that only the demigod can master, and the means at the real apex of the extraordinary power.

But in this village, it's just for cleaning

But the villagers seem to be used to it. They are not surprised at all. They are still discussing more serious problems.

A neighbor who grew potatoes very well and looked very honest was the first to speak with a worried face:

"What should I do next? The village head seems to have found something?"

The neighbor who planted sweetheart fruit immediately said angrily:

"What are you saying? Isn't it all your fault? You can't control your power and destroy the village!"

The villagers who raised pigs and sent small burros nearby helped:

"Even if you destroy it, you cut down the land several layers and make a big pit, otherwise the village head can't find the flaw."

"At least I stayed in the village for so long, and my control of power is still so rough that the village head didn't learn the fur?"

The honest neighbor felt ashamed and could only lower his head in shame.

"But what should we do next? If the village head doubts, it will be very troublesome..."

Young ADA, who has been smiling, asked.

"Why don't you cut that mountain to the right height?"

I don't know who proposed a sentence in the crowd.

"No, it's impossible."

The fat man shook his head and retorted:

"If the distance is too far and the scope is too large, too many things will be affected, and we will be exposed."

It was also proposed that:

"Then why don't we cheat the village head together?"

The plan was immediately refuted:

"It's still not good. Always round one lie with another, and the possibility of exposure will be greater and greater."

As a result, the neighbor on the right of Rolle's house made a reliable suggestion:

"Do you want to try magic? Covering the mountain with magic should be the means with the least flaw, the least influence and the least easy to be discovered by mortals."

"But... Are any of you good at magic?"

"Should I be ok?"

A villager whose family only planted corn and usually only ate corn stepped forward and offered himself.

"No problem? Now the village head is sleeping and the village head's house is blocked. If there is too much noise, there will be some trouble."

The fat man was a little worried and asked one more question.

"Of course, no problem. When I was in level 10, I had titles such as' miracle illusionist ',' Supreme illusionist ',' God of illusionist ', etc. Please be sure to believe my professionalism!"

The corn man said confidently. He reached out and took out a golden pocket watch from his hand and showed it to the public.

"Look, this is the old guy who has been with me all my life."

The pocket watch swung slightly between his fingers, emitting a mysterious and unique charm.

Smiling face ah Dalian quickly closed his eyes and didn't dare to look directly at the pocket watch. He also covered the eyes of black face ah ER and whispered:

"At our level, we can't look directly at it."

The sweetheart fruit man looked at the pocket watch carefully, nodded and exclaimed:

"It's really a good thing. If it's put in this world, it can make ordinary people crazy."

"Do it quickly."

The fat man nearby urged.

The corn man gently shook his pocket watch to make it shake faster and faster. At the same time, he whispered something in his mouth. Behind him, a huge secret arts array with a full height of one person appeared, rotating slowly.

The pocket watch shook faster and faster, and the Dharma array behind him rotated faster and faster, and a majestic breath wave broke out on his body.

The fat man could not help but frown slightly and felt that the noise was a little too big.

While other villagers looked at the mountains in the distance and said:

"Eh? Is it really getting shorter?"

"It seems that juggling in this position, if used well, also has miraculous effects!"

"Adjust the height well. It seems a little too short?"

"No, no, it's still too high!"

All the people gave a command. They saw that the mountain became higher and lower, stretching and shrinking in the distance, like a bastard whose head kept probing.

Fortunately, it will be late at night, and other villagers will help cover it up. Otherwise, if this scene is seen by others, I'm afraid I don't think the mountain has survived?

As a result, after commanding for a long time and stretching the mountain for a long time, it still didn't adjust to the most appropriate height. For a while, some people said it was too high, others said it was too short, and others asked angrily:

"Can your illusion work?"

Probably disturbed by this sentence, the corn man suddenly turned white and the secret art array behind him collapsed.

The mountain in the distance also disappeared neatly, as if it had been cut with a knife

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