The Magician of Rebirth

"Coniferous grass 3 carats, crushed, add real fruit juice, keep warm at 60 degrees, stir clockwise three and a half times, filter..." In the dusty basement, the red-haired boy skillfully stirred the viscous liquid in the beaker. Yellow-brown gelatin, his eyes occasionally glanced at the old parchment in front of him, and repeated this soul potion that he had tried countless times. Under the dim and flickering light of the kerosene lamp, the young man's slender, white fingers looked dexterous and soft.

"You have a pair of hands that are most suitable for an alchemist" This is the evaluation of many people, including the instructor assigned by the major - the legendary Di who has the blood of a prophet but wastes all his talents on helping students choose majors. Teacher Nuo.

However, Flender chose to become a magician.This is a last choice. In this era of withered magic, finding a magician who can make soul potions is as difficult as finding a dragon.Flender can only make enough food and clothing by himself. Although in this era, there are very few magic books, and there are very few elves who can make contracts with magicians, but at least the profession of magicians can guarantee him free use of the leftovers in the basement. magic ingredients and equipment.These two things happen to be what Flender urgently needs at present, and they are also necessary for making soul potions.

"Puff..." Yellow steam came out of the potion, and the substance in the beaker turned a weird pink color. Flender rubbed his temples as if sighing, and made a mental construction for two seconds in front of the beaker, then pinched his nose drink it.Immediately, the long red hair gradually turned into a dazzling golden color, and the black pupils also returned to the sky-like azure blue.

This is one of the functions of the soul potion - to strengthen the integration and synchronization between the soul and the body, and to prevent the overly powerful soul from making too obvious changes to the appearance. It is safe and non-toxic, and it is a must-have for liches and possessed devils. Necessities, suitable for various scenarios such as time travel, rebirth, and resurrection.

For the thousandth time, Flender cursed his overly sensitive sense of taste. Looking at the tall, handsome young man in the mirror, because of the change in hair color and eye color, he looked more like some kind of stupid boy riding a white horse in a fairy tale. The creature lowered its eyelashes slightly, and raised the corners of its lips by 15 degrees. Well, the degree of harmlessness increased by 50 percentage points, and the similarity to the original host increased by 30 and a half points.very good.Although doves occupy the magpie's nest, Flender will not rush to imprint the new body with obvious marks like those idiot liches and devils. Changes must be gradual.

For this soul transfer, or rebirth, Flender had made full preparations and searched for a body provider three months in advance—he must be healthy, have good talent, have an unobtrusive personality, and have weak soul power. There are few relatives and friends, so I have to look at the past.Then slowly find a way to isolate him from the people around him, obtain detailed physical information and background, prepare three-year soul medicine, avoid the eyes and ears of those so-called "companions", and then forge a perfect death scene and reason for death.

The last point was originally the most difficult. No one would think that the son of Yilari, the contractor of the Wind Elf King, the wise "Wind Wolf" Vlad would die easily, not to mention, compared to his upturned nostrils, Quirky companions, he made few enemies.Fortunately, Sasha and his little lover helped him a lot, "rescuing his rival but being killed by a misunderstood lover", this kind of death is really bloody, but it is also credible enough, in line with his usual image of affection ,Is not it?Moreover, his partners will definitely think of a better reason for him to explain the cause of his death. Flender pressed his left chest, his smile gradually widened, but Sasha, my dear lover, pierced the chest with a sword The taste of it is really, it hurts enough...

"Flender!" The basement door slammed open, "Hurry up, the game is about to start! I'll help you get a seat!" The black-haired boy was panting, and grabbed Flender's arm , dragged him out, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you agree to accompany me to watch the finals, why did you hide in your rat's nest again..."

"Ah, Keen, I'm sorry, I've been delayed for a while, but I'm getting ready to go." Flender calmly adjusted his posture, quickened his pace, and walked side by side with the black-haired boy, "Sedatives are really troublesome. "Most of the raw materials of the soul potion are the same as those of the calming potion, and the extra flavors have been disposed of by him.

"Don't worry about that nasty potion, today is the final! Don't you feel excited?"

What's so exciting about the sword master's finals? Flender once again cursed this era of heavy martial arts and swordsmanship. From the corner of his eyes, his companion's excited expression almost made the freckles on his face shine brightly, and he raised his voice by half in coordination. "I'm looking forward to it..." Looking forward to those idiot swordsmen being injured in the competition, it would be better to buy blood potions from him. Although alchemists can also make blood potions, potions are made of natural and cheap materials, rich in herbal essences, compared to With the weird compound raw materials and high prices of alchemy preparations, potions are undoubtedly more popular.And now that magicians are scarce, it is estimated that they can make a good fortune recently...

"Flender, let me tell you, I came to line up after class yesterday to occupy the seat in the third row. It is not easy to be accidentally injured, and I can fully appreciate the charm of the peak battle at close range..." Keane lingered The sounds along the way came to an abrupt end, and Flender broke free from the complicated mental calculations of raw material costs, input amounts, and income expectations. He saw only one empty seat, and a boy in blue was sitting on the seat next to him—the costume of the intermediate fencing class. , The tight-fitting waist design perfectly highlights the tall and straight physique of a boy of this age, the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed, and his expression is serious. When he sees them coming, he turns his head and looks at the two of them.

These are the clothes for teenagers. The robes of the magic class are simply body killers... Vlad secretly sighed, and smiled habitually. The stiff expression of the blue-clothed boy eased a little. The shape changed from the last quarter moon to the first quarter moon, and Keane remembered with a voice as if his fur was blowing: "Why are you sitting in our seat! Get out of the way, this is Flender's seat!" His pale lips froze. On the word "one", Flender sighed inwardly.

It's another thousand and one incident of swordsmen bullying magicians. There are currently two options. If you are strong, stick to your seat, fight with reason, and use powerful magic to attack the arrogant swordsman's arrogance. Pick up beautiful women, attract the attention of a few key people, and then embark on the road of revitalizing magic to dominate the world... If you are weak, give up your seat and use it at the magician tea party like the first thousand bullied magicians. All kinds of unimaginable words cursed the "arrogant and rude" swordsman, looking forward to the glorious era when mages were respected thousands of years ago... Of course I tend to the latter, after all, if a body with a transformed soul is discovered, it is easy to be discovered. Kidnapping an alchemist's test bed to do vivisection to study human alchemy, this kind of unnecessary trouble, I don't want to get involved...

However, it would be difficult for this guy to give up his seat... Looking at Keen whose facial features were twisted into the word "angry", Flender began to think about his words.

"Hold, I'm sorry..." A stammering voice sounded, "I thought, there's no one here, I didn't take a seat..." Under Keane's shocked gaze, the young swordsman's chiseled face Blushing with embarrassment, the volume is getting lower and lower.Flender lowered his head slightly, saw the jet-black ring on his little finger and the pattern of roses and swords on it, evaluated the protective alchemy attached to it, and knew it in his heart.

Jeff, Xi Rui, the youngest son of the noble family of Xi Rui, an intermediate swordsman among the five high-level swordsmen and great swordsmen brothers, a rabbit among lions, a cowardly character and bullying by his elder brother, let him fight on the sword. become persona non grata among soldiers.But didn't Xi Rui's house have a special seat, and was kicked out?

"There is an alchemist on the chair, didn't you notice?" Keane's tone also softened. Although this guy has a bit of a temper, he is not a bully.Flender thought with a smile.

"Really? It's the first time I've come here to watch a game..." Jeff smiled uneasily, in exchange for Keane's high-decibel aria, "Haven't you ever watched a game before?!"

It's not that I haven't been to the arena, but I haven't been in the ghetto.Cursing secretly, Flender rushed to give Jeff a phantom stone before he could explain, and raised a gentle and tolerant smile: "Well, I'm a magician anyway, so I'll give the seat to a newcomer, help me clear the game. Just use the magic stone to record it, I will watch it later. You know how to use the magic stone, right?"

"Huh? Yes, yes, actually, it's not like I didn't..."

"That's okay, I'll just watch the video. Swordsmen who have never had the chance to watch the competition, it will be a pity if they miss the final again! Keen, isn't your minor subject swordsmanship? Communicate with intermediate swordsmen There are not many opportunities..." You know, swordsmen are arrogant guys, "Anyway, for me, Keen's commentary is better than the teacher at the scene! Keen will watch it again with me, right?"

Keane looked at the swordsman whose nose was touching his chest, then looked at the phantom stone, hesitated for a while, muttered a few words like "It was originally for you to take a seat", then nodded helplessly. nodded.

"That, that..."

Flender interrupted Jeff again, "Then I'll wait for you at the exit of the arena." He raised his hand and brushed the chair, and the identification symbols that were flickering anxiously gradually disappeared.

"Are you an alchemist?" Jeff opened his eyes wide

"No, as I said just now, I am a magician, but I minor in alchemy."

The arena is a building imitating the ancient Roman arena. The terrain of the venue is the lowest. The auditorium gradually rises from the inside to the outside. The seats for nobles are set up on a platform supported by high columns. From above, you can overlook the whole venue.There is a clear line between nobles and commoners.

Flender closed his eyes, and his perception of the wind became more acute. The spirit of the wind brought the sound of distant conversations. Since this new body did not sign a contract with the spirit, its control over the elements was relatively weak, and its attack power was low.But correspondingly, because he is younger, his five senses are very sharp, and he can better distinguish the information of the wind than the self who had no hearing in the previous life.In the area where Xi Rui was seated, there were girls' clear laughter, mixed with the address of "His Royal Highness".

Her Royal Highness Princess Eve, the red rose of the Kingdom, 19 years old, unmarried, the jewel in the palm of the king, the dream lover of young talents of celebrities from aristocratic families.Her older sister, Princess White Rose Alice, who is as beautiful as her, is the fiancée of Sasha Ampere, the great sword master of the Ampere family, "Fire Leopard". It is recited by bards and blessed by the gods.

Flender felt a dull pain in his left chest, and raised his eyebrows mockingly. He took out the "Introduction to Alchemy" that he carried with him, sat on the grass and studied it, and quickly plunged into it.Alchemy is another branch completely different from magic. It is good at weapon creation and long-distance attack. It is the perfect partner for swordsmen. Therefore, it rises in the age of magic decline. Alchemists replace magicians and gain status and glory.Flender is not like other magicians who have a jealous hatred and disdain for alchemists. The beauty of knowledge is very attractive, especially when they come from new fields that he has never touched.

There was a burst of hustle and bustle in the arena, which suddenly quieted down and then burst into thunderous cheers. Flender was still reading quietly. His adventure career in his previous life made him not have too many requirements for the learning environment. His slender fingers twirled Living on the yellowed pages of the book, the children of Ilari, the god of wind, happily surrounded him, forming a transparent barrier to isolate the outside world.