My Magic Age

Noah leaned his head over and whispered in my ear: "The man next to William Mo is the eldest son of the Mo family, the current first heir of the Mo family, and the new generation of the Mohist family to carry the flag."

I didn’t expect this person to have such a powerful background, so I asked Noah, “Is the Mo family considered a wealthy family in the imperial capital?”

Noah's eyes widened and he asked me in disbelief: "You haven't even heard of the Mo family, have you?"

I shrugged and asked him, "Is there anything wrong? After all, I came to the north. I only need to know about the Allie family, just like the people of Palestina Province only need to know about the Mensah family." Same."

Noah drank all the water in the cup, then shook his head cautiously and said, "The Mo family is different from ours. Their family is one of the oldest noble families. Their family inherits the oldest fire magic. Almost every generation has a legendary mage with fire bloodline talents. The Duke in his family is said to have been a legendary mage a long time ago. Have you heard of Fire God Rongyu? "

"...Of course! The statue of that adult still stands in the square in front of the Ivory Tower Magic Academy in Sloit City. Xiatun Aili, Gu Guolie, Palubui, Komol, Rongyu , it is said that they are the five greatest legendary magicians in the Green Empire. Could it be that the ancestor of their family is Master Rongyu?" I asked Noah.

Noah put on his 'you're such a hindsight' look.

Then he paused and then sighed and said: "After all, those are the glory of our ancestors. I don't know how many wealthy families have been annihilated in thousands of years of inheritance. Only those nobles with the power of blood are truly wealthy."

"The power of blood?" I asked Noah, "Do you know what the power of their family's blood is?"

Noah looked like he was completely defeated by me, and lowered his voice and said to me: "Master Rongyu's bloodline power is the fire element's 'White Flame'."

After saying that, he saw Ella sitting opposite her eyes fixed on a cherry on the cream cake, so he casually took the cherry off and put it on the plate in front of little Ella. Little Ella was grateful. He glanced at Noah, and then put on a pitiful look of wanting to eat but covering his belly with his hands, making a few of us laugh.

Shirley Newman gently patted Noah on the arm and warned him not to tease little Ella anymore. The little orc girl didn't lie, she really couldn't eat a little bit of food.

"The power of blood is so important?" I asked.

Noah glanced at me and continued: "Of course! The family with the power of blood inheritance is the most powerful family inheritance. This thing is more important than any wealth."

Then he cut out a small piece of the cake on the plate as big as a fingernail and said to me: "Perhaps some noble barons will be proud to own a magic pattern structure."

He cut out an egg-sized piece of cake from the plate and said, "Perhaps some noble viscounts would be proud to have an adventure group."

Pointing to a triangular piece of cake on the plate in front of him, he explained: "The noble count needs a rich territory to maintain his glory."

Finally, he gestured to the whole big cake on the dining table and said to me seriously: "The marquises will have their own Guards. They fight on the battlefield, and then the victory of the war will allow them to share the whole cake."

Then he spread his hands and let me see the entire large restaurant and said: "But all the rights of the Green Empire are still in the hands of the royal family and the dukes. They are the chefs and have the right to distribute food. They have There are countless rich planes, and those planes have been continuously delivering various resources to the entire Green Empire, maintaining the prosperity of the entire empire."

He continued: "If you have studied the list of the Grand Dukes of the Green Empire, you will find that all this glory is very unreal. There are countless noble families who will be crushed to dust and annihilated by the wheel of time. ”

He raised his head and glanced at William and Mo Xiang who were standing next to the silver caravan, licked his lips slightly, and said: "Only the power of blood is the foundation of a family, even if the family has declined. There is only one descendant left, but as long as one of his descendants is born with a strong bloodline, then this family will eventually rise!"

I asked him: "Since there are so many aristocratic and wealthy families in the Green Empire, the Imperial City Gang is also composed of aristocratic young people from aristocratic and wealthy families. Do those aristocratic children have the power of blood?"

Noah shook his head: "There are not many families with the power of blood in the Green Empire. The Busman family is one of them. Otherwise, why do you think old Ryan values ​​that obscure grandson so much? That kid Quentin, it is said that Has a very good 'bloodline power'."

He then said to me: "Your Duchess of Sloit Province, the current controller of Sloit Province, the Ellie family is one of them. The power of their family's bloodline actually possesses the power of the 'Lightning Shield', but It is said that the heirs of these generations of the Aili family have The bloodline power of the blood is very thin. Even the bloodline power of the Duchess Jingyue Aili seems to be mediocre. It seems that the Aili family is constantly declining, but Jijia, look, who dares to despise this person? Duchess, are you willing to extend your hand to Sloit?”

He turned his gaze to Mo Xiang in the distance, with a look of admiration in his eyes, and said to me: "I met my brother last time when I attended the private dance of the third prince Eric. It is said that he was a Such a very rebellious person seems to have suddenly figured it out. After returning from the north three years ago, he commanded the fifth armored cavalry of the Mo family. The warrior regiment wedged itself deeply into the Wala Valley of the Kenda plane like a nail, driving all the three thousand abyss demons stationed there back to the abyss. Now he is regarded as a rising general among the younger generation of the empire. "

Noah said to me tactfully: "Most of the Mo family's legions and construct knights are guarding the abyss of the Kenda plane. In recent years, there have been many talented people. I don't think you need to go head-to-head with William. My brother Lewis The relationship with his brother Mo Xiang is pretty good, why don’t you ask Lewis to help you make peace?”

After hearing what Noah said, I realized that this Mohist eldest son had become a highly anticipated figure after returning to the imperial capital.

I patted Noah on the shoulder and said to him: "Don't worry, William and I have never met before. There is no grudge. What I offended was one of his friends. I can handle it myself. In a few days, we are not Are you going to experience in the Yero plane? It may help ease the relationship between us."

Noah nodded with deep understanding.

…

Mo Xiang wore a black robe with dark gold magic patterns. He walked side by side to the golden carriage with William Mo and stood aside waiting in a gentlemanly manner.

Mo Xiang was followed by a personal maid. Looking at her figure, I seemed to feel a little familiar. I must have seen it somewhere, but the memory was very vague. I quickly fished for photos in the sea of ​​​​spirits, but unfortunately it was still there. There are no clues.

Behind William Mo was a barbarian slave. His height of nearly three meters made him look like an iron tower in the imperial capital. His muscles were bulging all over his body. Even without any weapons on his body, he looked like an iron tower. A war weapon, with some cyan totem tattoos on his chest. It looked like he should have been a powerful barbarian warrior before becoming a slave. His body exuded a barbaric atmosphere, and ice flowers were constantly growing on his right hand. Condensation, and constant annihilation.

There is a yellow-orange copper collar on his strong neck, with his master's name 'William' engraved on it in exquisite round letters, which means that his slave status is legal in the Green Empire.

The slim maid walked to the door of the golden magic caravan. She stepped up dignifiedly and gently opened the door. When she turned her head, I saw her face with a sweet smile. , it was the little maid who followed Mo Xiang on the outskirts of Sloit City. I still can’t forget her sincere and friendly smile. I remember her name was Asi.

But I didn't expect that when she grew up, except that her smile was still similar to her previous appearance, her whole person had changed a lot.

The baby fat on her pink and tender face disappeared, but was replaced by a face as clear as water. Her originally petite and exquisite figure has now grown a lot taller. She is wearing a maid's dress. If you don't see the smile on her face , would never have thought that she was the maid three years ago.

Two handsome aristocratic young men stood in front of the golden carriage, waiting for the princess to get out of the carriage.

Probably seeing such a gorgeous magic caravan driving into the manor, the manager of the restaurant hurried towards the group with a few waiters. It seemed that there was a waiter carrying a roll of red carpet behind him, and they were quickly walking on the grass. Create a path that leads directly to a prepared dining table.

The people sitting at the dining table put down their tableware and turned to look at the gorgeous carriage. Everyone was talking about the carriage and trying to guess which great man was inside.

At this time, I saw a beautiful girl wearing a palace-style evening dress slowly walking out of the carriage.

Her big eyes are as blue and transparent as the water of Weiyang Lake, her ivory-like skin is white and smooth, her high and straight nose bridge makes her face clear-cut, and the sweet smile on her face is as warm as the spring breeze. The skirt made her figure look slim and graceful. She got out of the carriage and stretched her figure lazily. It was actually Sally. It had been almost two months since she ran away from the city of Shloit. It turned out that She actually still stayed in the imperial capital.

Looking back along her figure, behind Princess Sha, there is another beautiful girl, with long black hair like a waterfall, wearing a white gauze dress, with a look of resentment on her beautiful face. He looked at Mo Xiang standing next to the magic caravan with such deep affection.

When Noah saw Sophie for the first time, he was completely attracted by her beautiful face. Naturally, he didn’t know Sophie. At the side, Shirley Newman secretly kissed her fiercely under the dining table. After stepping on it, I woke up from my obsession.

Seeing that Xueli's face was red with anger and her eyes were like sharp knives, Noah smiled awkwardly and explained to Shirley Newman: "I'm helping Jijia understand the identity of her opponent. Look at the one walking in front. That beautiful girl has a confident smile, and you can tell at a glance that her status is not too low, at least she is a princess. Unfortunately, there are too many women in Charles the Great's generation, and I can't remember any princess who is so favored. "

Shirley Newman pouted and said displeasedly: "I don't have that one!"

"The one behind me is even less my cup of tea. You see, her eyes are fixed on Mo Xiang. Am I crazy enough to flirt with the woman of the eldest son of the Mo family?" Noah patted his chest and said confidently.

However, Noah's words successfully convinced Shirley Newman, and her face turned from gloomy to bright. She whispered: "Just know it yourself."

Watching them walk to the table seat on the red carpet surrounded by the crowd, I didn't expect that the princess of Schloit City had not returned to the Northland yet.

William walked at the end of the group. He carefully examined the diners at every table in the restaurant. When he saw Noah and me, he was obviously stunned.

Then he showed me a sinister sneer on his handsome face. He slowed down his pace and whispered a few words to the lobby manager of the restaurant. The lobby manager nodded attentively, and then followed William's gaze and looked at us, as if he was discussing something with William.

After repeated persuasion from the lobby manager, William reluctantly nodded in agreement. The lobby manager also reluctantly smiled, hesitated for a moment, took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his sweaty forehead, and then hurriedly walked towards us.

William reached out and greeted the barbarian slave who was following him. The burly barbarian slave hurriedly took two steps forward, leaned over and bent his ear to William. William said two words to the barbarian slave softly, then took two steps forward and followed Mo Xiang.

The barbarian slave stood up directly, turned his head and looked at us with a ferocious face, showing a fierce look, followed the lobby manager, and strode towards us.

Noah and I looked at each other, and we knew clearly from each other's eyes that this time the trouble had come to us.

The restaurant manager, dressed in a black suit, walked to our table respectfully with a harmless smile. He stood up straight, adjusted the tie on his white shirt, and unfolded the magic parchment in his hand, revealing a row of black imperial characters inside: 'This restaurant does not entertain orcs, goblins, barbarians and other foreign races. Please forgive me! ’

Then he politely said to Noah and me: "I'm very sorry, three guests. Due to some of the rules in our restaurant, it is not appropriate for you to dine here. This is the fault of our waiter. He did not remind you before the meal, so we will bear the cost of this meal. I apologize to you again. Please leave immediately!"

When the restaurant manager said these words to us seriously, Kalancuo set his eyes on the parchment scroll. Kalancuo had lived in the imperial capital for many years and knew the imperial language. When she saw the words on the parchment, the smile on her face froze. She looked at the restaurant manager coldly, stood up directly from the chair, reached out and picked up little Ella beside her, and walked out without saying a word.

Little Ella asked Kalancuo doubtfully: "Grandma, where are you taking me?"

Shirley Newman, who was sitting next to her, stood up quickly, took Kalancuo's hand, and comforted her, saying: "We should listen to the opinions of men."

At this time, Kalancuo, who had calmed down a little, thought of me who had been sitting next to him and had not moved. He touched the delicate collar on his neck with a guilty conscience, looked at me with a guilty conscience, and sat back in his chair.

"According to you, this Pai Plateau-style restaurant does not serve orcs?" Noah's face suddenly sank. Of course, he was not afraid of the restaurant manager, and asked the restaurant manager coldly. As a young master of the Mensa family, if he was so casually driven out by an ordinary little noble, perhaps many years later, it would become a joke at some gatherings.

"Indeed, our restaurant has this rule." The restaurant manager's eyes fell on the magic badge on Noah's chest, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief again.

Noah's gloomy face showed no expression. He stretched out a hand, opened his palm suddenly, and a ball of fire burned fiercely in his palm. Then, he turned his palm over, and the flame fell directly on the table, and the fire expanded instantly.

Before the restaurant manager could react, Noah reached out and grabbed his bow tie, and pulled it hard into his arms. The manager was not prepared at all, and suddenly stuck to the table, and his head fell into the unfinished cake. The soup in the silver plate splashed all over his body. Noah put the manager's face close to the flame on the table. The hot flames burned the hair on his forehead, emitting a burnt smell.

The restaurant manager screamed in fear and begged for mercy again and again.

Noah pulled his tie and slowly pulled him into the flames on the table, saying coldly, "Tell me again what you just said!"

The restaurant manager shouted, "I am a noble, you can't insult a noble like this!"

His call attracted several waiters standing not far away, and the noble guests dining around also stood up and wanted to come over and separate the people fighting.

At this moment, a silver knife made a "click" sound, nailing the restaurant manager's hand to the wooden tabletop. Noah said to him coldly, "You probably haven't understood what I mean yet. You have offended me just now, but you don't seem to know my name, so I have to tell you in person, my name is: Noah Mensa."

The guests around were about to rush over to stop the fight, but when they heard Noah say his last name, they immediately stopped, shrugged awkwardly, indicating that they could not help, and sat back in their own chairs at the dining table.