Mordred Put the finger bones into the inner pocket of the robe.
"That means you don't know the specific location of the "time" finger bone?" Lin Ze said.
"Yes."
"Then let me change the question." Lin Ze sat down on the haystack.
"Your teacher forced her way into River of Time and failed several times. How did she find the entrance?"
Mordred's expression changed.
"She didn't find the entrance..."
He paused, "She... forced herself into River of Time..."
Sirius puffed out. "Stuffed?"
"The teacher discovered that if a large enough causal shock is created at a certain point in time, a hole will be loosened in the rope. If you drill through that hole, you can touch the rope itself."
"How big a causal shock?" Lin Ze asked.
"The destruction of a kingdom, or the end of an era..." Mordred said it lightly.
The tree hole was quiet for a few seconds.
Sirius did some calculations beside him, then turned to look at Lin Ze: "We just killed Constantine, and King Arthur succeeded him. Is this considered a causal shock?"
"Forget it." Mordred answered for Lin Ze.
Lin Ze and Sirius just looked at Mordred silently, and neither of them spoke.
"..."
Lin Ze stood up, patted the hay clippings on his hands, and his eyes fell on the bulging inner bag of Mordred.
"Give me the finger bone."
"I told you..."
"Yes, you said it. Morgana is not trustworthy. You are worried that she will devour the gods after gathering all five finger bones, and no one will be able to control her in the end." Lin Ze took a step forward.
"I have heard all this. But I also said that I need that finger bone to help me find my way home. Your teacher can help me find the "time" finger bone. This is my only choice at the moment. There is no other way."
Mordred looked at him, with no fluctuation in his dark brown eyes.
"Aren't you afraid that she will really become a god in the end?"
"Whether she becomes a god or not, what does it have to do with me?" Lin Ze said in a calm tone.
"You think I'm the kind of person who has the world in mind?"
Mordred was silent for two seconds, and then laughed.
"You are honest."
He took a step back, and when he took his hand out of his inner pocket, he held the milky white "life" finger bone between his fingers.
"Then what if I don't give it?"
"Then I'll get it myself."
Lin Ze When he finished saying this, the person was already moving.
Mordred is obviously well prepared.
He turned his right hand, the phalanges slipped into the palm of his hand, and his left hand drew an arc in the air. Light cyan light exploded from the fingertips, condensing into a thin translucent shield in front of him.
Lin Ze didn't slow down and punched him.
The dragon-scaled fist hit the center of the thin shield head-on. The cyan light shield cracked a circle of spider web patterns, and the person passed through the cracks.
Mordred took half a step to the side, and there was a short staff in his right hand.
Half a foot long, the short wooden staff is engraved with the runes of Elf Race.
The short staff hit the ground.
The haystack under Lin Ze suddenly surged, and dozens of vines jumped out from the cracks in the floor and wrapped around his ankles. Lin Ze raised his foot and stepped on it, and the moment the dragon scales bounced off the vines, Mordred's second spell had arrived.
A cloud of gray-white mist surged out from the tip of the short staff and floated toward him close to the ground.
Where the mist drifted over, the hay turned directly into powder, eliminating even the burning process.
Lin Ze recognized the origin of this thing. It was similar to the alchemical creation he had seen in the cellar, which could decompose organic matter.
He didn't hide.
"Protego"
Shield Charm stood in front of him, the mist hit him and smoked, and fine pits were gnawed out on the surface of the barrier.
Lin Ze pushed forward against the fog, and took out the "space" phalanx from Undetectable Extension Box with his left hand.
Blue and white electric arcs shot out from the surface of the finger bones, and Lin Ze drew a circle in front of him with the tip of his finger bones.
The crack in space opened and swallowed up the fog completely. The output from the other end of Mordred continued. The crack was like a pipe, spraying the gray-white fog back from his back intact.
Mordred didn't expect that the spell he had cast was sent back the way it came. The gray mist covered half of his sleeves, and the cloth turned into fly ash at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He had to interrupt the spellcasting and slapped his left hand on his sleeve to disperse the remaining mist.
In this gap, Lin Ze is already close to the front, and the right hand "Disarming Charm" hits Mordred's wrist holding the short staff.
The short stick flew out of my hand, hit the wall of the tree hole, bounced twice, and rolled into the haystack.
Mordred turned over his left hand and took out the second short staff from his waist.
Apparently he had a spare ready.
But Lin Ze didn't give him a chance to lift the short staff. He grabbed his wrist with his left hand and twisted it to the side. He put his knee on his lower back and pressed him against the inner wall of the tree hole.
Mordred's face was pressed against the silver-gray tree wall, panting, and the fingers of his right hand were still clenching the milky white phalanges.
Lin Ze was in no hurry to break off his fingers.
"You are far behind your teacher." When Lin Ze said this, his tone was very calm, without any sarcasm. After all, Morgana's level is not something ordinary people can catch up with.
Mordred turned around slowly and dejectedly, and sat on the ground leaning against the tree wall. The short staff rolled to the side, but he didn't pick it up.
He looked down at his right hand. The phalanges were still clenched in his palm. Lin Ze did not take the opportunity to snatch it away.
"I really can't give you this."
"Is it just because Morgana can't be trusted?" Lin Ze squatted down and looked at him levelly.
"... Not entirely." Mordred raised his head.
"She is indeed untrustworthy, but what's more troublesome is that she may not even realize that she has been affected by the will of the god in the finger bones of "life"."
Lin Ze frowned. "Speak clearly."
"The teacher has been refining the "life" finger bone into her heart for a long time, and the god's will in that finger bone has always been in her body." Mordred said.
"She thought she was studying the gods, but is it possible that the will of the gods was guiding her to think this way?"
The tree hole was quiet for a while.
Sirius stood next to the secret compartment, holding the wand in his hand. He looked back and forth at the two of them several times without interrupting.
"She told me not to do anything with you, saying that your status is somewhat special." Lin Ze said.
"She told you not to fight with me?"
"The original words were 'This person's identity is somewhat special', but she didn't say exactly how special it was."
Mordred had a strange expression on his face when he heard this, as if he wasn't sure whether he should believe it or not.
"Did she tell you this?"
"I said it myself, just before I came here."
Mordred lowered his head and stared at the phalanges in his hand for a long time.
"If she was really influenced by the will of the gods... she would not say such things... but... why... teacher..." he murmured.
"That's why I didn't plan to kill you." Lin Ze stood up and reached out to give him a hand.
Mordred was silent for a while and handed over the finger bone.
"I have a condition."
"Say."
"I want to go with you to see her!"
Lin Ze looked at him for two seconds and nodded. "Of course."