The magician from the time of peace

In the [-]th century of the Moore Continent, this was the era of the decline of magic and the rise of alchemy, and it was also an era of raging wars.

The Nefer Empire is one of the largest countries on the continent.

The other empire is the Victory Empire located to the east of it. The two countries have been fighting endlessly for land and resources for nearly a hundred years. The surrounding small countries have also been involved in the flames of war, and all the troops of the whole country are fighting for a small alchemy gem.

A year ago, Victory, who was originally evenly matched with Nefer, seemed to have developed a brand-new alchemy formula, and his combat power improved by leaps and bounds. It is about to be forced into its borders.

On the majestic and magnificent palace of the Nefer Empire, the royal mage Fortes made a proposal to the king.

He is a young man in his 20s, but he has a few gray hairs on his temples - the decline of magic has directly led to the decline of the status of magicians. An ordinary alchemist who works—but even so, he is always fighting for the status of a magician.

He suggested: "Your Majesty, we can summon the great magician from thousands of years ago, Portiffany."

Before the king could reply, the young woman standing on the other side of the hall sneered, "If you could summon people from thousands of years ago, would you mages still fall into the current situation?"

Foster ignored the ridicule from the alchemist and insisted: "A few years ago, when we were reading the materials of the great magician, we saw a magic circle. According to interpretation, it can lead people to the future. After years of rewriting and research, we have successfully calculated the retrograde magic circle, which means that the possibility of another great magician reappearing here is not zero."

"Making people from the past appear in the present, you magicians are really good at joking, among other things, where does the energy for your magic circle come from?" The woman snorted and bowed gracefully to the king at the same time: "Your Majesty, I think the most urgent It is to speed up the excavation of the smoked iron ore. As long as there are enough materials, our royal alchemists can definitely write a formula that is not inferior to Victory. When the explosive iron cannon is created, I, Big Nefer, will definitely be invincible."

"Your Majesty, I don't think Victory's rise is due to alchemy. I have analyzed the soil conditions sent by the front line. Only magic can achieve that level. Therefore, I think that only by summoning excellent former magicians can we There is a chance of winning."

"Heh, what gave you the confidence that magic still has a chance to rise?"

"Ms. Eggers, please don't give gold to alchemy. The effect is definitely due to magic." Foster argued hard.

"Quiet."

After watching the farce for a few minutes, the king finally spoke slowly: "Open the third mine door, Aigers, you can take your apprentice into the mine for mining."

Under the proud eyes of Agnes, the king said again: "Foster, how successful is your magic circle?"

"Your Majesty!" Foster said excitedly, "Eight points, no, nine points, absolutely no problem!"

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Foster and his apprentices prepared for a whole month. They drew a magic circle with a radius of nearly 200 meters on the altar. Every character was written by Foster himself. Sacred objects passed down from generation to generation, and gemstones of various colors used to enhance magic power.

Here it is necessary to introduce Portifani first:

He was born in a slum and was often bullied when he was in school, but he is very talented and has reached an "intimate" relationship with the five elements at the same time - as we all know, the excellence of a magician is closely related to the intimacy of his elements.Therefore, even though Portiffany's family was poor, he was appreciated by everyone with his talent and hard work, step by step to the pinnacle of magic, and was honored as a great magician.

He is the first great magician on the continent of Moore, and after him, only four people have won this title in the millennium.

Therefore, even after a thousand years of magic decline, he is still the god in the hearts of all magicians.

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"Your Majesty, everything is ready." Foster told the king.

The news from the front line became more and more serious. Aigers had obtained the qualification not to attend the morning meeting, and concentrated on developing cannons. The king and other ministers came to the altar, waiting for Foster to show his achievements.

Keep calm and calm, let the various elements in the air condense and flow, enter every blood vessel in the body, soak every cell, Foster stands in front of the magic circle, holding up his staff inlaid with 180 gems , eyes closed.

Very good, the part that confirms the age is correct, the part that confirms the location is correct, it is now, release all the elements in the body!

Foster suddenly opened his eyes, the 180 gems of the staff shone brightly, and the huge mana flowed on the magic circle, making it shine, and the ground shook slightly, as if there was a monster that had been dormant for a long time To crawl out of the ground.

When the light dissipated, Foster was the first to look up uncontrollably—a person stood on the magic circle that still had a faint light.

"Successful, we succeeded...Thank you, Goddess..." Foster murmured, even with the power of gems and apprentices, the magic power required to summon a person was too huge, and his legs began to feel numb Powerless, the staff fell to the ground, and I also leaned back.

"wrong."

When he was about to lose consciousness, the king's voice made him feel chills all over his body. He forcefully straightened up and looked at the person in the center of the circle.

It was a man, sorry for Foster's lack of words, but he was a very good-looking, very, very handsome, very, very, very beautiful man.

The handsome man in front of him has beautifully shaped eyes, and his blue pupils are the color of the sea water in the cleanest sea under the sunshine in March. Qiangwei, at this time, seems to be slightly opened because of surprise.The platinum-blonde hair like satin was draped softly on the shoulders, dazzled by the light of the magic circle, but it made people unable to move their eyes away.

He is wearing a dress of decent material, with complicated but not bloated cuffs, which can be seen to be expensive. He is also holding a goblet with amber liquid sloshing in his hand, as if he is participating in an aristocratic ceremony. reception.

Perhaps, he was really at a reception.

Foster recovered from the beauty, and cold sweat was already streaming down his forehead: According to records, Portiffany was brown-haired and brown-eyed, and had an ordinary appearance, so this blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty who seemed to come out of a painting Who is the man? !

Foster swallowed, raised his voice and asked, "Excuse me, may you be the great magician Portiffany?"

The handsome man turned his head slightly, frowned his slender eyebrows, and repeated: "Boer?"

Foster's heart turned cold, but he still maintained the most basic courtesy: "May I ask your honorable name."

The handsome man looked dazed, frowning as if thinking, and spoke after a few seconds, with a beautiful and pleasant voice: "#&I...%+You..."

Foster: "..." Except for a few very familiar sounds, I can't understand what he is saying at all!

He forgot!Forget that after thousands of years of evolution, language is no longer what it was originally!

The king behind him has already left in a huff: as a warlike man, he has no interest in things that have nothing to do with the battle situation, even if it seems to be a traveler from another time and space.

Foster's legs were weak, and he knelt down on the ground: It's over, everything is over... His personal career, the future status of magicians, and the future of the Nefer Empire are all over because of his inexplicable failure.

Why?Why did they summon the wrong person? It was obvious that the Philosopher's Stone passed down from generation to generation in the Portifani family was used as the medium!Foster fell on the ground, tears of grief and incomprehension were in his eyes.

While weeping bitterly, he felt someone pat him on the shoulder with a gentle and just right force. One of them was never a child at first glance, and the soft white hand held a handkerchief with delicate dark patterns and handed it to him.

Foster raised his head and found that the blue-eyed handsome man who appeared in the magic circle for unknown reasons was standing in front of him, smiling at him friendly.

He blushed, and quickly took the handkerchief and wiped his face: "Thank you, thank you..."

The handsome man bent his beautiful eyes, and the picture was pleasing to the eye: "#_+You&+_:-I/:@This)^)?"

Foster: "..."

Dear Monsieur Portifani, please tell me what should be done.