Heaven’s Intention

At this moment, in the large meeting room of the Mages Union in Apus City. An emergency meeting is being held.

A group of magicians who are usually quiet and reticent are sitting together, but it is almost like a group of ducks entering the conference room.

Even a person with a proud temperament usually wants to vent out when encountering things that make him vigilant and depressed. It just so happened that the people sitting next to him were all of the same kind, so naturally these words came out incessantly.

Tell me, what's the secret here? A magician who is usually not good-tempered, with a face that was not handsome at all, wrinkled into a ball: Let's go to the inland battlefield. , and set off in such a haste, what do you think of us? Could it be that we are something that can come when you call it, and go away when you wave it?

Yes, yes, why don't other mage guilds transfer, just transfer us?

Ruyaf on the main seat hurriedly calmed down his emotions: Calm down, calm down, of course we are not things...cough, I mean, of course we are not the ones who let them come and go at their beck and call, the problem is, the mage Orders issued by the Federation of Trade Unions and the Kingdom. We simply cannot refuse, no matter whether their orders are reasonable or not, as long as they don’t tell us to die, we have to go... Everyone, save your energy, it’s time to think about it now , not how not to go, but how to go better.

The words have already been said for this sake, the magicians had no choice but to look at me and I look at you, and accepted this fact helplessly. It seems that they must be going to the inland battlefield to fight against the evil disaster, but do they need to be dispatched with all their strength?

Ruyaf on the chief seat cleared his throat, and then said: Everyone, now, you already know about this matter, half a month later, we will set off to the inland battlefield, please stay here Within a month, try to deal with the things that should be dealt with as much as possible, and those who want to go home and have a look, go and have a look.

He didn't say what he said later, but everyone understood what he meant, that is, this time he rushed to the inland battlefield to fight the demon army. With so many people going there, how many of them can come back alive?

Everyone understood this truth. After the meeting, these usually proud magicians said goodbye to each other with a somewhat lonely expression. Then, they each packed their bags and prepared to go home and take a look.

Half a day later, in a magic laboratory, a middle-aged magician was busy doing experiments when the wooden door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Teacher. A clear call made the middle-aged magician look up: Debiru, are you back?

Yes, teacher, I bought all the materials back. A very delicate young boy came in, with a pair of bright black eyes, shining brightly.

Let me see what you bought.

The middle-aged magician brought the bag in the young man's hand to his eyes, sniffed it with his nose, then grabbed those things with his hands, and looked at them carefully.

Very good. The quality of the things you bought is very good, Debiru, I didn't expect you to have such a good eye for picking things. The middle-aged magician seemed very happy. He patted the young man on the shoulder with an obvious smile on his face. smile.

Standing beside the magician, Debilu suddenly asked, Is the teacher going to the inland battlefield too?

Huh? Debiru also heard about this? The middle-aged magician was Debiru's teacher, a fourth-level magician, and he was also included in the requisition this time.

Yes, teacher, when I came back, I heard their discussion. Debilu replied respectfully.

Well, anyway, you will know about this sooner or later. I am going to tell you that this time, apart from the trainee mages, all the official mages of the guild will go to the inland battlefield. The middle-aged magician sighed.

All? Debilu asked, standing there thoughtfully and dazed.

You are still an intern mage. You don't need to go. In half a month, there will be no one here. At that time, you should go home and practice magic. Don't stay in the mage union. The middle-aged magician said. After thinking for a while, he added: This transfer is very strange. You should go back. I have some books here, from basic knowledge to the level of three poles. You should go back and take a good look. With your talent, even Self-study, use it for a while, believe it, and you can make progress. You have to work hard, you know?

Teacher... Debilu couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw the teacher's posture, which seemed to be arranging funeral arrangements. Although the relationship between him and this teacher is not deep, at least it is a mentoring relationship.

Not caring about Debiru's sadness, the middle-aged magician took out more than a dozen books from the side drawer, some thick and thin, dusted the dirt on them, and handed these books to Debiru's hand.

teacher……

Let's take a good look at these books. I used these books in my previous studies. There are some annotations on them. I believe they can be of some help to you. As he spoke, he pushed Debilu who was holding these books out. You can pack up and go home today, and I'm going to go home and have a look.

After the middle-aged magician finished speaking, he continued to work on unfinished experiments.

Debiru stood at the door for a while, then turned and left.

And at the same time. Rolek, who has become a three-pole magician, was unfortunately included in the team of applicants. When he heard this disappearance in the conference room, he felt a chill all over his body, and felt that the blood in his whole body was coagulated.

But then he calmed down again.

No matter how doubtful, as long as he is a member of the Mage Union, he has to participate, unless he wants to be hunted down by the entire Mage Union. Perhaps, this is also an opportunity, who knows?

only. Parents at home...

Roleck, do you want to go home? He was packing his luggage when he heard someone calling him. Roleck raised his head and saw a magician looking at him: I've never heard you mention your home. Home is far from here, right?

Enen, yes! Rorek responded casually, but it felt like grass had grown in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't intend to say anything, the magician chuckled, turned and left.

On the other hand, Rollek packed his luggage quickly, and packed all the money he had accumulated in the past few years in the package, which was heavy. Walking around in the union, seeing that many people had left, he also went to talk to the mage in charge and walked out of the mage union.

The sky outside was very blue and the sun was shining brightly, but when it shone on him, it felt extraordinarily unreal.

There were many carriages parked at the entrance of the trade union. He walked to the nearest carriage, threw a silver coin to the other party, and said, Go to Rika Town in Rocas.

Rika Town, the name, he escaped for several years, but he still couldn't escape. In that town, there was a poor family that he had always been ashamed of, but it was also the hometown where he had grown up for many years.

He used to think that he had already left that place, and he would never want to return to that place in the future, but now, when he was about to rush to the inland continent, there was an idea in his heart, Prompted him to go back.

Here we are, sir.

He didn't know how long he had been thinking about it. He didn't wake up until the car boss reminded him.

Stepping down from the car, he carefully looked at this small town that has been repaired again, and it has changed a little. After searching for a long time, I got the new address of my home from a passerby.

Rollek twitched the corners of his mouth a little self-deprecatingly, and walked towards that home while looking at the buildings on both sides.

Before he had gone far, he ran into a few teenagers who had bullied him and Romon when he was a child. They looked like standard farmers now.

Although he was only in his twenties, he was already weathered, his face was bronzed, and even had fine wrinkles.

Seeing his current appearance, those few people were startled, and it took a long time to recognize him. Seeing this young man who had been bullied by them, dressed as a noble magician, these people showed fear and awe. Ingratiating look.

Seeing this, for some reason, Rolek, who had designed countless scenes of meeting these people, suddenly felt a little boring.

He just glanced at them, and was no longer interested in taking a second glance. He didn't speak, move, or even say hello. He just brushed past them and walked past them without looking back.

There is still only one blacksmith shop in Rika Town today, and it is easy to find. When he saw his parents, Rolek was slightly taken aback.

Father's hair is all white, and his once strong body is now a little rickety, while mother looks even more haggard. The elder brother beside him was helping his father with work, and beside him was a two-year-old fat boy, who seemed to be the nephew mentioned in the letter.

For several years, except for the occasional correspondence, he has never returned home. When he came back this time, for some reason, his heart suddenly felt a little sour.

Father. Mother. Big Brother. He called softly, standing where he was, looking at them.

Who is it? It's...you are Rolake? The father and son who were blacksmithing first looked back, and after seeing this, they were stunned.

At this time, Rollek was already a standard youth.

His skin was snow-white, his long hair was bound by a golden ring, and there were faint magic fluctuations on it, coupled with a gray magician's robe, the mysterious and solemn temperament made his father and brother dare not go forward for a while.

Son, you are back. But his mother saw it at a glance, and hurried up, afraid that she was in a dream. After several years, his son Rolek actually came back.

I'm back, Mom! Rollek felt sore in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the resentment he had when he was a teenager had long since dissipated.

Just come back, just come back! His mother wiped away tears and said.

The news of Rolek's return was quickly reported to Nick through some special channels.

At the same time, they also received news about the inland battlefield.

Really? The entire mage union will be transferred to the front line of the evil disaster, because the evil disaster has ended here? In an office, Nick's hand slid across the report. After half a year of peace, he almost forgot that the inland area was still in the midst of a catastrophe.

Sunlight poured through the windows and onto the table, creating brilliant colors.

Suddenly, Nick felt an inexplicable sadness. (!)