Deren secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to get the magic teachings from the former guardian is certainly beneficial to Jaina's growth. The tool man's ability level is +10, which is gratifying.
"You mean," Jaina asked cautiously after listening to Aegwynn, "Do you allow me to report the situation to teacher Antonidas?"
"I will write a letter to Antonidas." Aegwynn walked towards the desk, and the quill automatically flew into her hand, "Use the most formal ancient format to stamp my guardian mark." She wrote the first rune on the parchment, and the ink shone with a strange light. "Although that boy may not recognize this ancient writing style at all." After writing it, he read it again and then the letter flew into Jaina's hands. "You can send it to him. Let him keep some secrets for me. I don't want the incident at Theramore to be spread."
Jaina's eyes shone with gratitude. "Thank you for your understanding. Teacher Antonidas will definitely do it."
"Don't thank me in a hurry." Aegwynn interrupted her without raising her head, "My guidance will not be easy. Before sunrise tomorrow, I want to see your paper on <Spatial Fold Theory> as soon as possible." She glanced at Jaina's pale face for a moment, and raised a sly smile at the corner of her mouth, "Of course, if you regret it now, it's still too late."
Jaina straightened his back. "I will finish it on time, madam."
Seeing Aegwynn's anxious mood, Deren showed a solemn expression. Jaina was in the midst of excitement, and Deren did not interrupt her interest.
As night falls, the lights of Theramore Harbor twinkle like stars. On the terrace on the top floor of Mage Tower, Aegwynn leans on the railing and looks out into the distance, his silver hair fluttering gently in the salty sea breeze.
Deren came over with two cups of hot tea and handed one to the old mage. "Ms. Aegwynn, what are you thinking about?"
"Times have changed." Aegwynn took the cup but did not drink it. "The world has changed too much in the years I have been sleeping." She pointed to the lighthouse in the distance, "Even the lighting uses goblin technology instead of the traditional Arcane fire."
Deren followed her gaze. "Progress is always a good thing."
"Really?" Aegwynn suddenly turned around, the light in his eyes standing out in the night, "I have seen too many civilizations lose themselves in 'progress'. High Elf is obsessed with the power of Sunwell and is indifferent to the outside world. Dalaran's pursuit of knowledge has no restricted areas and has caused crises many times."
"The progress of technology must match the progress of morality and human nature. Otherwise, technology will inevitably backfire on human nature and morality, and eventually lead to destruction." Deren did not refute anything, just expressed his own point of view.
The former guardian didn't speak after listening, as if he was thinking about something.
The sea breeze suddenly became strong and ruffled Deren's hair. He was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Are you really just awakened by a wrong prophecy?"
Aegwynn's gaze became profound. "A keen question." She stroked the pendant on her chest - an ancient silver badge, "Actually, I felt a strange time fluctuation. It was like a sudden whirlpool on a calm lake."
Deren's heart skipped a beat. "Bronze Dragon? Or something else?"
"No, it's older than that." Aegwynn's voice was almost drowned out by the sound of the waves, "It's more like time itself is being painfully distorted."
Deren's heartbeat suddenly stopped. He vaguely felt that the power that revived Aegwynn was still above Bronze Dragon. Those more primitive and more majestic sources of power. Could it be the authors of those picture books.
"Oh, stagnant water can also have slight waves. What's more, big rivers always have branches and other flows. There is no absolute way to say which river course is the only correct and reasonable one." Deren said deliberately pretending to be nonchalant.
Aegwynn was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe you are right. Destiny is the most complicated and always difficult to figure out."
Deren gently picked up the cup, blew a breath, and said quietly, "Don't you find it strange why those prophecies always come to you or your son? Medivh foresaw the arrival of Scourge and advised the orcs You and Jaina led their troops across the sea. And you foresaw the arrival of Archimonde, prompting Horde and Alliance to fight together. You have never thought about why you need to know these things?"
"Isn't this normal?" Aegwynn asked, "As guardians, we foresee future disasters and guide people in the right direction."
"Why are those Bronze Dragon just bystanders, Riddler? There was even one time when Red Dragon Queen was captured by orcs and tortured for a long time. But the other Aspect Dragons did nothing." Deren cited an incident that had always puzzled him.
"Although the orcs had the artifact that Dragon was afraid of, they did not seek help from other demigods, nor did they organize mortal heroes, nor did they allow Bronze Dragon to help Red Dragon Queen out of trouble. Finally, after a long time, a mortal rescued her by chance. It seems that the entire Dragonflights has forgotten the disappearance of Red Dragon Queen."
The two fell into silence, and only the sound of waves crashing against the embankment echoed in the night.
"Maybe this is fate." Aegwynn finally said, placing the already cool tea on the railing, "We are just pawns played by fate."
Deren nodded. "Indeed! But you also found that I let the thread of fate get knotted. Do you know why?"
The old mage looked at Deren with bright eyes, waiting for his next words.
"Because I treat fate like a drawing paper. I only draw what I like, and I tear it up if I don't like it." Deren made a throwing motion.
"This!" Aegwynn was stunned. She had never heard anyone dare not take fate to heart and say such treasonous words.
"Of course, I also know that Azeroth is in deep water. I want to tear up fate. The most important prerequisite is not to let fate notice the existence of me, the destroyer of fate."
"So I am just a little Tactical Advisor under Theramore master Jaina. There are a bunch of strange Princess and dragons in my home. The most important thing is that I have a Bronze Dragon Good friends. They protect me from wind and rain. Likewise, I gave them different fates and futures, the deepest reward!" Deren is still willing to keep a low profile. Although I boasted a little bit just now, I am still scared when I think about it afterwards. The Ailu River is too deep, and keeping a low profile is king.
"You kid, you are addicted to bragging. No one can be so arrogant in front of me." Aegwynn finally expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Yes, yes, yes! I was bragging." Deren was not embarrassed at all to be looked down upon. Instead, he was secretly happy.
Aegwynn Seeing him being so cowardly, I was suddenly a little unsure of what this man really thought.
Jaina walked out of another door and saluted Aegwynn: "Teacher, the room is ready. I will take you to rest."
"No need." The old mage smiled slightly, "Tell me the location and I'll go there myself. Karazhan is much bigger than here." She turned and walked indoors, "By the way, you can accompany this interesting Tactical Advisor."
Deren watched Aegwynn's back disappear at the top of the stairs, and breathed out softly. Under the moonlight, he noticed that a thin layer of frost had condensed on the bottom of the tea cup on the railing - although the temperature tonight was absolutely impossible to freeze. Jaina's eyes also saw it. She asked softly, "What's going on? The teacher is in a bad mood?"
Deren thought for a while and said, "Maybe I'm so bragging!"
"Ah?!"
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