The Magician of Rebirth

There was chaos in the royal capital. Gaston and Salaman's most honorable newlyweds were assassinated under heavy guards. Gaston's famous general was suspected of being connected with the rebels and the guards were weak. He was detained in the royal capital. in the prison cell.The spread of rumors fueled by the blockade of the entire city has created an atmosphere of uneasiness in the city.

The house county specially established for the wedding was under martial law because of this incident, and soldiers guarded it inside and out. Flender didn't dare to approach, but just walked around the periphery.

'Ah la, there seems to be no trace of casting spells.The elements here have not been moved, probably some powerful swordsman or assassin did it, or maybe it was the unguarded maid or attendant inside. '

"Your Majesty, I feel that the murderer is unlikely to be a maid. Although Gaston's prince is useless, he can barely be considered an intermediate swordsman, and that Princess Eve is also a good alchemist. She is always a bit arrogant. means of protection.Sharamon is a very cautious person. If they struggled a little, then Saramon would definitely be able to notice the abnormality in the house. It would not be like this, and the bodies of the two people were not found until the next day. '

'Maybe even if the guards find something wrong, but it's a wedding room, so it's not easy to go in and check. '

'That possibility also exists.Also, Your Majesty, we cannot rule out the possibility that the murderer was a mage.If the element is kept at the critical point of balance and imbalance, it can achieve the effect of casting spells, but it will not leave traces of casting spells. Flender felt a little sad when he thought of the little trick he had used in Jeff's duel.

'Ah, anyway, little Fran, if you really want to get Scharamont off, just go and find him, maybe you'll get something. '

'Is it the prison in the capital?I heard that the guards there are very strict, so it's good to see it. '

Flender blessed himself with the Levitation and Gale Curse, and hid in the corner of the cell with his senses fully activated.The elementals of the wind whirled around him, bringing messages from around him.

Now there are two guards around, one of them is turning the corridor, the other is going in the opposite direction.On the other side of the corridor, the smell of blood?It was the torture chamber, and it was impossible for Sharamon to be sent there until he was convicted.

Where is behind that?There was the sound of fetters and the smell of straw.The shackles indicate that the prisoner is a swordsman with strong mobility. As for the straw, is it used to keep out the cold?Seems to be treated well.Flender quickly swept back, the air current of the wind scratched his skin and passed through his hair, completely concealing his aura, as if he was also a part of them.

The sound of footsteps came, and the dark corridor was illuminated by the dim light of the oil lamp. Flender dodged and hid behind the brick wall, waiting for the guards to pass by. breath.

A cell with shackles, heavy but regular breathing, um, kind of like... groans?It doesn't sound like it is.

This one, not only the sound of the shackles colliding, but also the smell of blood... No, Charamon's breathing will not be so scattered, even in the most tense battle, the pulse of the overlapping hands is steady and steady Regular, just a little faster than usual.

'Flender, back! The Elf King hurriedly reminded him, Flender was slightly startled, retracted his mind, and hid himself deeper in the shadows, the intersection of convex and concave walls constituted a blind spot of sight, the light of the oil lamp swept across, and then turned away again.

Flender took a deep breath silently, calmed down his violent heartbeat, and continued to extend his perception to the distance.Is it there?It was isolated from other cells, the sound of the fetters was very soft, only occasionally a little bumping sound under the action of the wind, the breathing was light and calm, there was no smell of blood, and the feeling was very peaceful.And around him, there was the sound of a grown man's breathing, guarded by guards?

Getting closer, the smell of oil lamp oil became more and more obvious, and the wind carried a faint smell of leather, mixed with a faint smell of sweat, which was very familiar.It should be right, Flender quickened his pace, held his breath, bypassed several guards, and came to the darkest part of the cell.

Through the dim light of the oil lamp, Flender could roughly see the broad back of Charamon through the heavy iron bars.He held his breath, and the wind elements surrounding the guards trembled quietly, pushing the oil in the lampshade to one side, covering the entire flame, blocking the air, and the flame suddenly rose and then went out suddenly.The guard holding the torch spat heavily, reached out his hand to touch the oil-soaked cotton wick, and walked towards the place Flender came from in the dark, trying to find another oil lamp.

Flender clearly felt that the moment the oil lamp was turned off, Charamon's breathing changed, as if he had entered a state of alert for a moment, his breathing became silent but long and powerful, as if he was accumulating strength and exerting heavy pressure on unknown dangers. hit.

Flender said in a low voice: "General, I am Flender. Now, many people have framed you as a prisoner. So, I want to know, do you have any clues about the real criminal? Can you confirm whether he is a mage?" ?”

"Flander?" Charamon's voice was slightly surprised.

"Yes, General, there is no time to explain now. The whole city of Salaman is under martial law, Sasha Ampere is not credible, and I have no clue now. When were you locked in?"

"It's afternoon. I didn't fight the murderer last night, and I didn't even notice his arrival. It was very peaceful all night. When the body was found in the morning, Salaman soldiers rushed out, saying that I was a suspect, and there was a conflict. In the afternoon , Your Majesty has sent me an order to obey all the orders of Duke Salamanampe, and he will be fully responsible for the investigation of this matter." Charamon's voice was still calm, but it was difficult to hide the hidden self-blame and anger in it.

The wind element brought footsteps, and Flender frowned slightly, "Understood, General, I have to go first."

Sharamon held the iron gate with both hands, pressed his forehead forward, his blue eyes were shining brightly in the dark night, "Be careful, do what you can, and don't get yourself into trouble."

Flender nodded and fled backwards. Charamon kept watching his figure gradually disappearing in the darkness until the light of the guard's oil lamp illuminated the place again.

Flender was walking on the bustling street, full of voices, talking about the assassination incident. The current mainstream theory is that Charamon is a lustful villain who plotted to kidnap White Rose before the wedding. He was crushed by the wind wolf with his life, and now he covets the beauty of the red rose. He used his position to do something wrong, and both killed the newly married couple when they encountered resistance.

The sunshine on the street was very warm, and Flender thought of the darkness and dampness in the dungeon, and how Charamon's feet were shackled.He thinks he understands why Sharamon treats him differently because he is the son of the wind wolf. An opponent worthy of respect will always feel very uncomfortable when he encounters such obvious slander and misunderstanding. do something for him.

In fact, in this way, Sasha and Elise are merciful to their own subordinates. Although they are programmed as lovers who have a crush on Elise, at least their own death is self-sacrificing, and they will not bear too much infamy; Meng, if the charges are confirmed this time, he will be ruined and will not be at peace until his death.

Flender evoked a sarcastic smile, and his blue eyes swept away the usually gentle and harmless, showing a bit sharpness.If you want people not to know, unless you do nothing yourself.Making Sharamon kill people without noticing, of course, can be blamed on him, but it also narrows the range of suspects.Although Fenglang hates the intrigue of the nobles, after all, he has been immersed in it for many years and knows the three flavors of it.If you go all out, you may not be able to find out the real murderer.

'Ah, little Fran, I'm actually glad to see you so motivated, but have you really made up your mind? '

'What do you mean, Your Majesty? Flender lowered his eyelids slightly, and unconsciously brushed the cowhide cuff on his right wrist with his left hand, the warmth of the skin seeped up, and it was no longer so cold when his fingers were placed on it.

'Little Fran, I know that you admire Charamon very much, and there is no way to watch him walk on the road you walked in the past, like the wind wolf in the past, dying for no reason, it is very wronged.However, do you have the consciousness to bear the consequences? '

'I'm not talking about you, little Fran, you're actually very uncertain about your current situation.Your original intention of using soul magic was to live a civilian life, and no longer have any intersection with the past; but stimulated by Charamon on the battlefield, and unwilling to continue to swallow your anger, you changed your plan and wanted to take advantage of the war. Take advantage of troubled waters and continue to hide your identity while taking revenge so you can live the life you want after the war. '

"In your soul, I can clearly feel your desire for a stable life. Your desire for revenge did become stronger during the war, but it was also based on the fact that you couldn't continue to settle down in that situation. The premise.After the war, when you returned to the academy, I could feel that the moment you saw Keane, you wished very much that the war hadn't happened and that you could finish your third year in peace. '

'In this state of mind, little Fran, if you saved Charamon on impulse, will you fall into the pain of your previous life again in the future?At that time, will you regret the decision you made now? '

'...Your Majesty, I am really surprised that you can say such sharp words. '

'...I really still yearn for the life before the war. I even took care of rectifying the name of Charamon and took care of Sasha and Elise, but I still didn't reveal my identity, and went to various places to study after everything passed.However, I am also prepared to face the worst situation, even if I am about to face Salaman's army, or be attacked by Salaman and Gaston's dignitaries. '

'Scharamon was different, he was a good opponent and a good companion.There's no way I'm going to watch him fall victim to Sasha, stepping stone.For such an unlucky thing, only one Wind Wolf is enough. '

"Ah, little Fran, I'm just talking, don't be so pessimistic..." A certain elf suddenly changed his deep and hesitant emphasis, and the ending sound rose.

'If we're lucky, maybe we don't need to be a beautiful general and we'll be fine!You see, Sasha is not unlucky, and you don't need to do it yourself.After all, Sharamon has been a general for so many years, so you don't have any connections or anything like him?You see, the gang of knights under him are about to fight with the Salaman city defense forces?They are the main force if you want to save Sharamon, you just need to help them a little bit.Take it easy, little Fran, you'll age prematurely if you're too nervous. '

'...Your Majesty, I really shouldn't be serious with you...'