Lord and Mage

Maybe this is the dream.

The city lord looked at the back figure in front of the desk, lost in thought.

Did he lose his composure?Did you make a faux pas?

But before Chaos' mind could sort everything out, the figure had already turned around: "City Lord, are you feeling better?"

"much better--"

Mr. Yin was not wearing his usual black robe, the city lord was stunned and forgot what to say for a moment.

He is quite good looking.Even though there are so many businessmen coming and going, and beauties from all over the world, none of them can compare with Mr. Yin.Perhaps thanks to his ice blue pupils, they are as beautiful as a blue crystal.Or maybe it was because of his strange silver hair, set off by his silver eyelashes, like a flawless sculpture in the looming candlelight.

"Is it strange?"

"No," said the castellan at a loss, "it's better to say very beautiful—I hope this word doesn't offend you, but I really can't find another word."

Mr. Yin laughed: "You are such an interesting person."

The city lord waved his hands dumbly, not knowing what to say.After leaving Mr. Yin's room, he realized that his cheeks were already a little hot.

He must have acted badly.Drunk - barging into someone's room - falling asleep - it's just plain rude.

This experience made him dare not set foot in Mr. Yin's courtyard for a full month, and the series of troubles that followed made him have no time to pay attention to Mr. Yin.

The city of St. Derian has endless treasures, and countless people covet it. The drought makes people suffer, but it also protects them from the smoke of gunpowder.Only caravans can approach San Delian through the narrow road of life.If the army comes, even if it invades here, it will be submerged in yellow sand due to drought.

But three years have passed, because of the existence of the spring, the climate here has become less harsh, the army can get supplies, and they no longer have any worries.

The frontier environment made the situation worse. Even though he applied to the king for the army, more and more spies showed the ambitions of the neighboring countries.

A mage even persuaded him: "City Lord, Mr. Yin is probably an unknown person."

"Why do you say that?"

"Since thousands of years ago, there has never been such a powerful person who appeared out of nowhere, and may have used some means that violated the law..."

The city lord appeased the elderly mage. He has lived in San Delian for 70 years and is highly respected. This made the city lord feel a little more worried.

Gradually heavy shadows pressed down on Saint-Derian.

The mutation occurred four months later.

After a dry winter, San-Derian has its annual rain, which lasts for three days. It used to be jarred and stored in the cellar for the year, but now It moistens the air throughout the desert.

On the night of the third day, the city lord was awakened by a dense sound.

There was the sound of running camels, the staggering sound of weapons, and the hunting sound of flames. He ran to the window and saw a sea of ​​torches surrounding the entire city of San Delian.

The beacon fire on the city wall has been lit, but it will take four days for the nearest reinforcements to arrive.

The long horn sounded, and the torches illuminated the enemy's way forward, and the scream of killing shook the sky in an instant.

The city lord pushed aside the bewildered guards and stepped onto the watchtower, surrounded by enemies on all sides. At first, the defenders' bows and arrows had an effect, but the situation soon reversed, and the large gap in numbers could not be made up.

When the last bows and arrows are exhausted, when the last oil is poured, when the city wall cannot stop the enemy, the result has already appeared before our eyes.

The enemy will kill the old and children who are unable to resist, the young and strong will be used as slaves to dig ore, and the women will be raped to death——

Saint-Derian was only a small town whose best protection came from a natural barrier, which he had foolishly abandoned.

He remembered his father's reprimand again.

Maybe my father didn't know the effect of that spell, nor the ability of Mr. Yin, but he gave up this way out of his natural vigilance.

My father devoted his whole life to digging inland waterways, but he gave up. Perhaps this is God's punishment for his attempt to take shortcuts?

The city lord wiped his face, turned around and ran down the tower, towards the corner of the palace.

No matter what the price is, he must ask Mr. Yin for help, even if it is his soul - he is more worried that this is not worth the safety of a city.

If this is his mistake, as the city lord, it is his responsibility to bear the consequences.

Suddenly a light flashed in the dark night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a complicated circular pattern suddenly spread to the size of the entire city, and the light it emitted illuminated the night sky.

This miraculous scene attracted everyone. The soldiers stopped their movements and looked at the sky in unison.

"Sorry, it took a while to make the spell."

Mr. Yin holding the book appeared behind the city lord. He stepped on the slightly wet ground with an apologetic smile on his face.

He lifted his right hand upwards, and the light in the sky became stronger——

"Destroy—"

When the light was so strong that it was dazzling, Mr. Yin pressed his hand down, and in an instant, all sound seemed to be lost in the world.

In the silence, the city lord heard Mr. Yin's deep voice: "I promised you that I will make your city people happy."

His tiny figure was reflected in those ice-blue pupils, occupying the entire line of sight.

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When the gunpowder smoke cleared, it was the early morning of the second day, and the city lord stepped onto the top of the city. Only broken armor remained on the ground. The enemy had disappeared, but miraculously, the defenders were unscathed.

The method may be a little cruel, but this battle may bring Saint-Derian peace for hundreds of years. It is so legendary that it is not surprising that it is recorded in history.

The city lord finally breathed a sigh of relief, all thanks to Mr. Yin.

"How many casualties?" he asked the non-commissioned officer on one side.

The number reported by the non-commissioned officer was the soldier who died at the beginning, but unfortunately, the respected mage elder disappeared.

As an old man who has guarded Saint-Derian for 70 years, he went up to the city wall at the very beginning and sacrificed with the idea of ​​living and dying with the city.

"Let's hold a mourning." The city lord said with a sigh.

"Yes."

No matter what the cause of the war, whether it was victory or defeat, what remains are the thoughts of the survivors.

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The lord of the city went all over the castle. Although he didn't know what to do after finding Mr. Yin, he didn't want to do anything himself, nor did he need St. Delion's treasure. All he could do was to be grateful.

But he still wanted to see Mr. Yin, perhaps out of a small thought in his heart, which made him a little ashamed, but he couldn't restrain it.

Until he raised his head, he found Mr. Yin's figure on the top of the tower, which was the place where he and Mr. Yin spent together on May [-]th of a certain year.

"Mr. Yin, what are you doing here?" He climbed up to the top of the tower and asked awkwardly.

"Look." Mr. Yin looked into the distance with a lonely gaze.

The city lord followed his gaze: "What is it?"

"Look..." Mr. Yin said, "Look there, there were originally people there, but I killed them all."

"Yeah, you saved Saint-Derian."

"Aren't you afraid?" Mr. Yin laughed again. He laughed quite often, but this was the first time he smiled like this: "Their bodies didn't stay, and they disappeared in a flash. Don't you think it's terrible?" ?"

The city lord's heart suddenly jumped, as if there was a gap, countless emotions surged up, and he couldn't tell which were sad and which were heartache.

"Then what does it matter to you? You kill the person who should be killed. As for what to kill and how to kill it-what does it matter to you?"

"You are such an interesting person." Mr. Yin blinked quickly, and the city owner almost mistakenly thought he was crying.

"You saved Saint-Derian, and my townspeople and I will always love you."

Mr. Yin turned his head, the city lord couldn't see his face, and he panicked: Mr. Yin must have misunderstood this sentence...

"That song, play it again."

"it is good."

The sound of the piccolo resounded, the city lord closed his eyes slightly, and Xin's long hands were cut into a neat shadow by the bright sky.

At the end of the song, he turned to look at Mr. Yin, who was lying on the slanting spire, as quiet as if he had fallen asleep.

Those silver eyelashes looked like a beautiful butterfly, he stretched out his hand as if possessed, and traced it vaguely on the eyelashes.

"Thank you, Mr. Silver."

The city lord opened his mouth again and said silently, "I love you."