I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

It was still the familiar door and the familiar room, but Mervyn was not there. The spell book that Mervyn always held in his hand was still on the table. Bennett had always been curious about the book in Mervyn's hand. Mervy had taught Bennett a lot of things. Last year, Mervy told Bennett that he had taught everything that should be taught at this stage, but he had never shown the book in Mervy's hand to Bennett.

Should I take a look at what's on it while the teacher is away? Forget it, it's probably a spell that I can't learn at this stage, and it's useless to look at it. Bennett found a chair and sat down, took out the spell book, and sat aside waiting for the wizard to return.

Mo Wen came back when the sun was at its highest point in the sky. He had dark circles under his eyes, uneven stubble on his chin, greasy white hair, wrinkled clothes that smelled strangely of rot, and his eyes glowed grayish-white.

Seeing Bennett in the room, the gray light in his eyes suddenly turned blue.

"coming."

"Well, teacher, the orcs may be preparing for war."

"I know that the lord has been preparing for this all these years. This is not something you should worry about."

"Uh, I just came to check and see if there's anything I can do."

"All you can do is advance to a Scourge."

"But the spell isn't complete yet, is it?"

"Why don't you just carve my natural disaster spell? I don't know what your so-called thermal fusion is, but this kind of natural disaster has never happened in reality."

Bennett didn't know what to say. The principle of thermal fusion of hydrogen bombs was available on the Internet in his previous life. The nucleus composition of deuterium and tritium was not complicated, and the deuterium and tritium fusion reaction formula was not difficult to remember. The difficult part was to achieve the reaction conditions of 1400 million to 1 million degrees. However, the existence of runes made this fusion formula that did not rely on fission detonation possible. It just needed the help of a natural disaster wizard.

How can I explain it? I only remembered a formula. I can't say that I traveled through time. Keeping silent is Bennett's only stubbornness.

Mervyn looked at the useless disciple in front of him and sighed, "You have brought me many miracles over the years. You are a genius, Bennett. I choose to believe in you. I have also completed your so-called fusion spell and have charged the magic power into it."

Mervyn pulled out a dragon skin scroll from his arms and placed it on the table.

"If this thing is really as strong as you say, I am also ready for the protective spells needed to face it head-on."

Mervyn took out another eyeball from under the table. It was a shrunken dragon's eyeball. The densely packed runes on it represented not only a powerful spell, but also the wizard's tolerant and indulgent love for his apprentice.

"If you want to become a natural disaster, you must first face the natural disaster. If this thing is really that powerful, then the natural disaster rune will definitely be born. Go, don't come to see me before you are ready."

Mervyn's face was still so young, and he looked only a little more mature than Bennett, but now his back was obviously bent, and his eyes were full of confusion and disappointment. Bennett bowed to the wizard in silence and slowly left the room.

"Bennett, grow up quickly. The future world is not a good one."

As the door was about to close, Mervyn gave Bennett his final advice.

Mervyn's full name is Mervyn Storm, and his last name is the result of his disaster spell. He once walked into the center of a storm that was powerful enough to destroy a city and obtained a disaster rune. With the help of this rune, he completed his own disaster-level spell and became a disaster wizard.

Bennett has completed his research on Mervyn's natural disaster spell, but he cannot give up the fusion reaction that he used to fill the cup in his previous life. Looking at this dragon skin scroll, the magic power inside is as hot as the sun. If he wants to release it, he has to find an uninhabited area. At this stage, the orcs outside are eyeing him covetously. It is obviously not the time to go out. Just wait a little longer. After all, he is still young.

On the other side, Aimee still went to the open space for a day's training. Since she was promoted to a super-human, Sera no longer took her to train, but instead had actual combat sparring with her every once in a while. Now Sera is a Holy Blade Knight and spends more time in the barracks, and only has time to go home at night.

The sun was about to set. Aimee carried the deer she had just shot on her shoulders, picked up the helmet beside her, and walked towards her home in the city of Sera.

"Knock, knock" (knock on the door)

Sera opened the door, still wearing the black armor of the territory, and saw Aimee carrying the deer and holding the helmet, with a slightly tired smile.

"come in."

Aimee put the deer in the yard and helped Sera take off her armor. The two of them started a fire in the yard, skinned the deer and started grilling it. Aimee then took out her helmet and handed it to Sera.

"Happy birthday, Sierra."

Sera took the helmet, looked at the beast core on it and the dense runes around it, and couldn't help but think of the first time they met.

"So many years have passed, and the little brat back then could design such a complicated rune."

"He said this spell is very powerful on the battlefield."

"Oh, what kind of spell is this."

"It's the spell of the Wind Reindeer. It can make me, the people behind me, and the mount run faster."

"It is indeed a powerful weapon. How did you hunt the wind reindeer? The lord has hunted them before, but unfortunately he couldn't catch up with them."

"Bennett casts a spell, and then I finish him off."

Sera suddenly felt a toothache.

"So this gift was all made by Bennett. What's your intention?"

"He's my fiancé, what's his is mine, no problem."

How does it feel to be fed a mouthful of rations on your birthday? Sera had lost her appetite when looking at the barbecue in front of her.

"I've been wanting to ask you a question."

"Go ahead."

"Did you really agree to teach me because you wanted to carve runes on the armor?"

Sera was stunned for a moment, put the firewood in her hand into the fire, and the memories flashed before her eyes, her eyes were a little melancholy: "No."

Sera stared at the fire, sprinkled the seasoning on the barbecue, sorted out her memories, and said:

"I was a refugee who fled here. Bennett's parents took me in. I was six years old that year, and Bennett was just born. His father Kent had just retired from the army."

"Kent saw that I was quite strong, so he trained me as a knight. At that time, I almost raised Bennett by myself. After each training, Bennett would cry and come to play with me. He was very clingy when he was little."

"When I was 10 years old, I was promoted to Extraordinary. Kent thought that I had a better future in the military camp, so he arranged for me to serve under an armed knight. From then on, I lived in the military camp. Later, I also visited the Kent family. Every time I went, Bennett was reading outside the city. I also went to see him, but unfortunately he no longer remembered me."

"So, you're doing this to repay a favor."

"I should be considered Bennett's sister. Do you think I would reject him?"

Aimee didn't think much about it after hearing this, and casually said, "If he had become a knight back then, you might have had more interactions."

Sera's eyes dimmed slightly, and she said, "Maybe. Kent wanted him to be a knight's squire to the lord's eldest son. Maybe I will be Bennett's coach."

Aimee joked, "You haven't found a boyfriend in all these years, are you waiting for Bennett?"

Sera also joked: "When Bennett was particularly attached to me, Kent also said that he wanted me to marry Bennett in the future."

"Why don't you just be Bennett's lover? I have no objection."

"Hahaha, I'm a Holy Blade Knight. I have the hope of becoming a God-given genius in the future. How could I possibly be a lover?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

That night, Aimee returned to the manor drunk. Without giving Bennett a chance to speak, she threw him directly onto the bed. The little maid who was outside bringing the sobering soup was again pulled away by the experienced maid with a blushing face.