Aslan vaguely remembered that 1500 years ago, he should have become a nightmare for that group of magi who had come to Great Britain. After all, as the last place of mystery consumption on the Western continent, that island was constantly attracting magi from the mainland, whether it was to pursue the last of the mystery or to escape the chaos of war.
The Isle of Britain was a good place. After all, his cheap father back then was very willing to take them in. Although the price paid back then was the death of many people, in the end, they had established a firm foothold on the Isle of Britain. After King Arthur graduated, she pardoned the mistakes of these magi. It was also under this premise that the prototype of the Clock Tower was able to be established on this island. But before that, Morgan, who had killed many magi, and Aslan naturally became the early villains of the Clock Tower.
Basically, at that time, when magi taught their disciples or children, they would always say: "If you don't study hard, the two magus-killing demons on the island will capture you, kill you, and mince you into paste."
Some magi would even take out recorded images of heads being smashed by forging hammers or burned by flames to prove the authenticity of their words. If Aslan knew about this, he might have said it was insane. Would such a method of education not leave some shadow in the hearts of those little children?
How pitiful those young magi from 1500 years ago were.
As a former great villain of the Clock Tower, and as the powerful blacksmith and master of Faerie Letters that the Clock Tower had always wanted to study, the name "Aslan" should have been mentioned more than once in the research topics of the Clock Tower. Therefore, such a person should be considered an old friend of the Clock Tower magi. It was just that whether this old friend was loved or hated was a matter of a thousand people having a thousand faces.
And this middle-aged female magus frowned slightly. "What are you talking about? What description or no description? Are you also planning to refuse our invitation like these little brats? I think you should know what kind of power our Clock Tower has. If you still want to have any extravagant hope and idea of living a good life in the future, then you'd better be a little more obedient."
Although, once used, the possibility of living a good life afterwards was slim to none, there was still a small possibility. Of course, this was far from being mercy. It was likely that by the time the Clock Tower was done using you and gave you back your freedom, you would already be a madman.
For this middle-aged female magus to say such words was already a threat, and a blatant one at that, without the slightest bit of beating around the bush or concealment.
Aslan sighed silently. In the end, this kind of arrogant thinking was the real reason Aslan disliked the Clock Tower. Why did these high-level magi of the Clock Tower always think they were superior?
Look at Marisbury. Although the original Marisbury also had a bit of the arrogance belonging to the magus aristocracy, in these long years, the original magus noble had been completely ravaged by the constantly accumulating financial deficit into a pitiful little thing. Now, as long as you asked this magus for money, you could easily and completely defeat him. Money had probably become a psychological shadow for this magus for his entire life, unless one day he was no longer short of it.
"Since you don't understand, then you deserve it. Next, have a good look at the nightmare of the Clock Tower from 1500 years ago. You should be grateful to fate. You will be honored to see the nightmare that your distant ancestors once faced head-on!"
Aslan directly took out his forging hammer from his waist. The forging hammer, under the effect of his magical energy, gradually began to grow larger. Grasping the handle in the middle of the forging hammer, he then gently tapped the ground with it. The entire building could feel the vibration. And this vibration also made the others involuntarily swallow a mouthful of saliva. It wasn't because there was delicious food, but purely because of shock. Because of the enlargement of the forging hammer, the Faerie Letters inscribed on it had become incomparably clear. At the same time, because it had sensed its master's magical energy, the forging hammer also couldn't help but emit a bright light directly. All the Faerie Letters slowly floated up and continuously flickered.
To see so many Faerie Letters at once, and Faerie Letters that seemed as if they could activate their effects at any moment—in the current situation, anyone who thought about it carefully should be able to realize that the situation was a bit problematic. All the events might not be as simple as they had thought. The middle-aged woman, who had been dealing with this kind of thing all along, of course also saw some small, unexpected situations.
At the very least, the current middle-aged woman's brain had not yet, due to the shock, quickly figured out what the current situation was. If each piece of information was placed in front of her individually, she would of course roughly understand what was going on. But now, with all the things mixed together and placed in front of her, this middle-aged woman just wanted someone to quickly tell her what on earth was going on. Only after she had figured out what was happening now could she decide what to do next.
Of course, before she had figured out what on earth had happened, the first thought of this middle-aged female magus was actually to take the forging hammer, which looked like no ordinary item, for herself.
"What a good thing!"
This middle-aged female magus subconsciously said such a sentence. And this sentence made Aslan's already not-so-good impression of the group before him become even worse. How should he describe these guys before him? Should he say they were ants futilely attempting to attack an elephant, or vultures moving towards carrion? Was it overestimating their own abilities, or were they too greedy?
The person following behind this female magus gently pushed her. These people following behind the female magus had already seen that the current situation seemed to be very different from the development of events they had imagined. And this golden-haired young man had an unimaginable identity. With such a precious forging hammer in his hand, plus what he had said, one could probably guess who he was.
Although it was hard to imagine that an existence from legend had actually lived until this era, come to think of it, the documents did not record this blacksmith's death, did they? The ending was just that he had gone to the inside of this world. Of course, it wasn't necessarily that he had lived until this era. After all, it was also possible that he was a Heroic Spirit summoned by someone in some way.
But no matter what, the existence before them could be considered a miracle, and at the same time, the original owner of the thing they had always wanted to get.