Chapter 155 Oz is so good!

The girl opened a small door, and Dorothy plucked up her courage, holding the dog Toto, and followed her friends in.

Together they walked down a dark corridor.

Everyone was nervous and excited.

"So, is Oz a real wizard?" Everyone asked one question after another and started discussing.

Only Aurora knew the whole story. She looked calm and did not join in the discussion.

They pushed open another door and entered an empty circular room.

On the ceiling was a great lamp, made of emerald, that shone like the sun in heaven, and in the center of the room stood a huge throne of green marble, which shone with the brilliance of precious stones.

“The Reverend Great Oz, are you here?” Dorothy ventured to ask.

She suddenly recalled what Magredo had said before.

"Oz would use magic to assume various forms, and he himself would hide behind a screen."

Dorothy glanced around and saw that there was indeed a screen in the corner of the room.

"Could Oz be hiding there, and coming to us in a false magic form?" she could not help wondering.

The Scarecrow had the same guess.

Dorothy walked towards the screen in the corner of the room to see if there was anyone behind it. Unexpectedly, an old voice came from behind the throne: "Yes, I am here. I am the Oz you are looking for."

A little old man walked out from behind the throne.

His skin was as dry as tree bark, he was short, and did not look dignified, but his face was very kind, and he looked like a kind old man, reminding Dorothy of her uncle and aunt who were far away in a foreign land.

"Are you Oz?" Everyone was stunned. "I thought you would be some kind of particularly scary image!"

How could this be the case with the Great and Terrible Oz?

Oz shook his head.

"That's not necessary. Those images are only used to maintain my dignity. I don't need to scare you. I just need to show you my truest image.

"In the future, I will also use my true image to meet other people in the Emerald City."

After hearing what Oz said, Dorothy suddenly had a lot of favorable impressions on the old man.

“Oz is not at all terrible, nor does he seem a liar. This King is not what everyone else says he is,” thought Dorothy.

"Tell me why you came to visit me."

As Oz spoke, he clapped his hands and performed a magic.

The teapot on the table began to boil water by itself, then flew into the air and made a cup of tea for everyone.

Such a scene stunned everyone.

"It's amazing!" exclaimed the Tin Man.

"You are indeed a great wizard!" said the Scarecrow.

“Is this magic? It doesn’t look like magic at all,” said Dorothy.

She was so excited that she stepped forward to speak first, facing the wizard who had shown his magical powers, and said sincerely: "Great Oz, I am Dorothy, the little and kind-hearted. I want to go back to my hometown.

"My home is on the grasslands of the Kingdom of Sas. My aunt and uncle are there. Your country is beautiful, but I haven't been home for so long, and my aunt will be very worried.

"If you can send me back to my hometown directly, that would be great. If you don't want to help me, you can also take me to see my companion Aurora's teacher, the great magician Rhine. Aurora said that the great magician can take me back to my hometown."

Oz, the skinny old man, nodded peacefully and said,

"I will have the soldiers take you to see the great magician Rhine.

"You may have heard about it on your way here. Rhine is also my teacher. He is a kind, merciful and wise sage.

"As far as I know, there is no magician greater and more knowledgeable than Rhine. He will definitely be able to take you home."

Dorothy was delighted.

The great Oz was more approachable than she had imagined and agreed to her request directly without making any difficulties or making any demands.

"That evil wizard named Maglido was really lying to us. Oz didn't disguise himself as any scary image to scare us. He is such an approachable and kind person! How could he be a liar?"

The next to come forward was the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow bowed low to Oz, making his gesture as perfect as possible, and said:

"I am only a scarecrow, stuffed entirely with straw, and therefore I have no brains. I come to you to ask you to grant me a brain, and to make me like any other man in your land."

Oz was visibly stunned when he heard the Scarecrow's request.

The short old man thought for a while and said, "Making a good brain is not something that can be done immediately. I can't give you an excellent brain on the spot. It will definitely take some time. I believe that you would rather have a smart and wise brain, right? You don't want to fill your head with a dull and bad brain, or a brain full of bad thoughts."

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"Of course, Great Oz." The Scarecrow thought what Oz said made sense.

Having a particularly bad or evil brain is definitely a terrible thing. He would rather Oz spend more time making a brain that is more suitable for him.

"In that case, come see me tomorrow. I'll need some time to build you a brain full of wisdom - I can't guarantee that it will succeed."

Having received Oz's promise, the Scarecrow happily withdrew:

"Thank you, Great Oz!"

Then the Tin Man came forward: "I was originally a woodcutter, but accidentally became a Tin Man. So I have no heart and cannot feel love. I beg you to give me a heart so that I can be like a normal person."

"You said you were a normal person, flesh and blood," Oz asked. "Unlike your scarecrow friend."

"It is indeed true, the Great Oz."

"Then why did you become like this?" Oz asked curiously.

The Tin Man explained:

"I fell in love with a Munchkin girl and worked hard every day to marry her. But her mother was a lazy woman and she didn't want to see her daughter get married so she wouldn't be taken care of by her.

"So she sacrificed her animals to the powerful Witch of the East, who cursed me. My axe was enchanted with an evil curse, and I chopped off my hands, legs, body and head over and over again.

“The kind tinsmith saved me and rebuilt my current tin body for me.

"But I will never have a heart again, so I won't be able to love that girl."

Oz sighed. This skinny little old man seemed to sympathize with the Scarecrow's plight:

"That's a really sad thing."

Dorothy saw Oz's sincere sympathy and discovered that the king could empathize with her companions, and she liked the approachable wizard even more.

"Although Oz is nothing like the legend says, one thing is true: he is indeed a good wizard!" thought Dorothy.

(End of this chapter)