How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

The old Arnold left the sentence "Ask me if you don't understand" and slowly wandered into the endless sea of ​​books and disappeared.

The three of them came to the nearest golden bookshelf, which seemed to be filled with books related to the history of magic.

Naturally, Lin Wei had never heard of the things in these books. He shrugged and told Juanyu: "I am an ordinary person, and I don't know these things. You choose."

So, in the silent hall, Lin Wei read out the titles softly: "The Two Declines of Magic", "The Age of Chivalry", "The War of the Dawn and the Dynasty of Thornflower", "1000 Years of the Magic Association", "Dark Magic" era"……"

After reading a lot in a row, the edict did not come out, and Lin Wei was also a little puzzled. Although the names of the books he had read before were all history, they all intercepted a certain section of history, and none of them seemed to be true to the whole magic. narrative of history.

He raised his head at a certain moment, and suddenly saw a row of black spines on the top of the bookshelf. The characters on the spines were all slightly dull silver-gray. They were different volumes of the same book, and each volume was as thick as Scary, the spine of the book looks as wide as the palm of your hand.

Lin Wei muttered out the name of the book: "The Handbook of Time..."

Not long after the words fell, he heard an order: "Choose this."

However, when Lin Wei reached for the book, something embarrassing happened.

Standing on tiptoe, Lin Wei found that he could not reach the book.

Moreover, even if you jump up, because the book is too heavy, you can't get it off all at once.

Lin Wei had no choice but to tell the truth: "It's placed a bit high..."

Duanyu, who is much taller than Lin Wei, came over and asked, "Where is the first volume?"

Lin Wei stretched out his hand again, barely touching the shelf under the first volume.

Then, Juan's hand stretched out.

His slightly cool palm lightly brushed the back of Lin Wei's hand, then moved upwards, and easily took off the "Time Handbook".

Lin Wei withdrew his hand, feeling a little uncomfortable with the inadvertent touch just now.

He grew up in the duke's mansion with strict etiquette, and after becoming a magician, he had less contact with people, and he was not used to being touched by others.

Especially when the person is an oracle.

In his eyes in his previous life, judging this person, from beginning to end, from head to toe, meant only one thing.

--Danger!

This kind of meaning has not completely disappeared even now, so at that moment just now, Lin Wei, who was caught off guard, even trembled a little.

He remembered the time when he killed one piece after another of his summoned objects lightly on the battlefield.

The summoned objects naturally have a soul contract with him, that is to say, every time Juan Yu makes a move, it seems to directly cut his soul with a knife.

However, he felt a little guilty about the decree.

Lin Wei has joined the magic legion of the empire since he was a teenager. He is loyal to the empire, but he also knows that the war was provoked by the empire's wishful thinking. After the floating capital was destroyed, the magic world started belatedly. In order to fight back, Juan Yu, who had just put on the white robe at that time, only took over the position because the current president of the Magic Association died.

In the end, Juanyu died, and he also died in his forbidden curse scroll "Yongjin" that died together.

Therefore, even though he has been an enemy for many years, Lin Wei has no hatred for Juanyu, and is even a little afraid.

Lin Wei could only sigh. It seemed that the little bit of conscience he had accumulated after living for so many years was given to this guy.

The "Time Letter" with a dark cover was delivered to Lin Wei, and he came back to his senses, opened the heavy cover curiously, and saw the following lines on the title page:

In the Dark Ages, many spells and classics were lost. From the origin of magic to the Dark Ages, thousands of years of magical achievements have disappeared.

Although the Battle of Dawn was won, the inheritance of magic is still difficult to continue.

And I was trapped in the Star Tower, all I could do was to write down my life's knowledge in a book, so that the magic would not forget the past.

— Isa Ives

After a long time, the old Arnold, who had gone somewhere, slowly came back from the rows of bookshelves, and saw this scene:

The little red-haired girl was leaning halfway on the bookshelf, flipping through a copy of "The Age of Chivalry", and the two boys were leaning against the bookshelf, sitting side by side on the floor, the one with black hair was holding a thick book, and was thinking to his side Listening, the voice of young people is clear and soft:

"In the original magic system, it was only divided into three departments of light, darkness, and nature... The human race's magic talent is weak, and the scope of activities is limited to the east coast of the mainland. At the same time, monsters are scattered throughout the mainland, and the elves live in the central forest. , the dragons occupy overseas islands, and the dwarves hide in the mountains..."

The familiar words evoke old Arnold's memory, and what is being read is undoubtedly the first volume of "The Handbook of Time", which is the only precious book that tells the history and landscape of the mainland before the dark age. It is all the history of the magic recorded by the magicians of later generations after they survived with difficulty-I heard that the eighth volume is being compiled by the Astrologer Tower?

Old Arnold looked at the three young guys, listened to the sound of Lin Wei reading, squinted his eyes and shook his snow-white haired head, as if he was back to reading when he was the same age as them I can't help but secretly sigh in my heart: It's so good to be young...

And Lin Wei, who was studying, was also secretly sighing in his heart. From this book, the magnificent past and the ups and downs of the magical world he glimpsed are immeasurably better than those full of praises in the Imperial Library. I" and "The History of the Founding of the Aslan Empire" are many times more exciting.

After Lin Wei finished reading a paragraph, he raised his eyes to look at the punctuation beside him, and saw that he had closed those dark golden eyes that had no practical effect at some point, and then quietly looked around with mental strength, and found that This guy even took back his spiritual power.

"Hey," Lin Wei raised his elbow to touch the sentence, "Are you still listening?"

Juanyu turned his head in his direction, a strand of hair slipped down his shoulder inadvertently: "I'm listening."

Lin Wei tried his best to retract the eyeballs that were about to stick to Duanyu's body again, and curled his lips and said, "I thought you were asleep."

Duan Yu seemed to smile slightly, and said, "No."

At this time, in the perceptual world where Juanyu withdrew his mental power, except for the thick darkness, there was only that clear and soft voice. After a pause for a while, he began to read slowly again:

"At that time, on the fertile and prosperous continent, only the death swamp in the west was a forbidden place with no life. It is said that the statue of the dark goddess Katanafia is enshrined in the depths of the death swamp, and only dark mages and undead creatures can enter... "

He suddenly had a feeling that although he was in darkness, he saw light in front of his eyes.

However, while the time is long and the atmosphere is peaceful in the magic academy far away from the mainland, the imperial capital and imperial palace in the center of the mainland is full of an atmosphere that is not easy.

At the head of the chamber was the gray-haired, fat emperor. Although he was still able to handle the necessary political affairs every day, his slack cheeks and slightly staggering gait betrayed his oldness.

"The eldest son of the Didis family was chosen by the Academy of Magic?"

Looking at the newly presented news, the old emperor frowned slightly.

On the right hand side of the old master of the empire is his eldest son with dark red hair. In recent years, he has gradually taken over many affairs of the empire. In addition to his always cold and iron-blooded style, although he does not like the nobles, But he is quite prestigious among the ministers.

He snorted coldly and said, "The Tidis family obviously no longer wants to serve the empire."

These words were so harsh that no one in the meeting room answered for a while.

After a long time, the old emperor waved his hand and said, "The Tidis family has been loyal to the empire for a long time. The Grand Duke is still on the border of the empire and has not returned. The matter with the eldest son is probably just an accident."

The First Prince narrowed his long and narrow eyes, but he didn't have any other expressions, and he didn't talk about this topic anymore.

The voice of the meeting hall gradually shifted to things such as widening the river and expanding the imperial capital to increase the prestige of the empire.

As evening was approaching, the wind brought some coolness. The old emperor who had just stepped out of the conference hall blew the cool breeze and suddenly coughed.

Then a maid hurriedly put on clothes for him, and it took a long time before his expression returned to normal.

After returning to the daily life of the palace, the empress immediately served exquisite and steaming dishes. Faced with these, the old emperor didn't have much appetite.

He fixed his eyes on the queen's already showing a little aging face, and heaved a long sigh.

"Isis, we are getting old..."

While carefully arranging dishes for him, the queen responded, "Your Majesty, it's too early for you to think about this now."

The old emperor shook his head slowly: "I already feel that I don't have the energy to deal with so many affairs of the empire."

The queen smiled: "Didn't you say that our eldest son can already take care of himself?"

"He..." The old emperor closed his eyes, his eyes were drooping and swollen, and he continued after a long time: "He is indeed an heir with ambition and vision..."

The old emperor did not finish the remaining words, but a long shadow spread in his heart.

It's just that the empire is now in a prosperous and prosperous age, and the enemies around have all obeyed. With the character of the eldest son, how can he endure a lifetime of no achievements?

Apart from the magic city hanging high above the imperial capital, looking at the mainland, what other threatening forces are there?

But how can the idea of ​​that city be easily fought?

There were thousands of thoughts in his heart, but in the end he could only turn into a helpless sigh: "Isis, I'm worried..."