The Magician of Rebirth

In the reception room of the residence of the chief mage of the court.

"Your Excellency, you have not fulfilled your promise. There is no trace of Charamon now. Not only has Duke Ampere not found him, but we have no clue." The crystal ball in front of him was in chaos, and occasionally some messy images flashed quickly, People's eyes can't catch it.The handsome young man frowned silently.

"Forgive me, but you are also partly responsible for this situation. The information you gave me before did not state that there was a powerful magician in the light cavalry battalion of Charamont. Therefore, I will temporarily Catch them off guard and let them get away with it." Paris signaled the guests to sit down, with a gentle and modest demeanor, which well concealed the harshness in his eyes.

"A powerful magician?" The young man on the opposite side looked away from the crystal ball, and looked at Paris with a little doubt, "As far as I know, except for the Wind Elf King, the other Elf Kings are already there. Falling into eternal sleep thousands of years ago, no one should be able to compete with you in magic except for the dead Wind Wolf."

"His level of magic power is not too outstanding, but his way of casting spells is very strange. He can break up my spells, and even forbidden spells have no effect in front of him. This is tricky." Paris frowned delicately, The worried look on his face is pitiful.

"Scatter the arrangement of the elements... This magician looks very difficult. Your Excellency, the next time you fight him alone, you can try to cast multiple spells in succession. He probably won't have time to use this method." gone."

"Fight alone? Don't you plan to join me in the hunt for Charamon?" Paris was a little surprised.

"Yes, I deeply regret that I missed the opportunity to cooperate with you again. But there are still some things to do here in the capital, and I can't leave for the time being. I informed you." The brown-haired young man bowed slightly, his voice soft and full of apology. "By the way, how has your vision been recently?"

Paris shook his head helplessly, "It's getting worse and worse. In a few days, I'm afraid I won't even be able to see your face clearly."

"I am very sorry for this. We will try our best to speed up the search and preparation of the potion. As for the Duke of Ampere, don't worry, your Excellency, we will find a way to deal with it."

"Take your trouble."

Speaking of the protector of the country, the Wind Wolf, everyone in Salaman knows everyone. Even children of six or seven years old are familiar with his amazingly powerful forbidden spells, magical potions, superb spells and gentle manners. The courteous aristocratic demeanor has been heard.His adventures with the Duke of Ampere, and his deep and selfless love for the White Rose are always topics that people talk about.However, no one has mentioned Lord Windwolf's hometown of Hall Village. In this barren small village, there is not even a trace of the mage's past life.

The village of Hall is full of low and dilapidated huts, and the only few decent buildings are also used to welcome the noble lords to collect leases; because of the rain, the path is muddy, and cattle are piled up here and there. Sheep manure and sundries, but the weeds on the roadside grew lush and greener.In the middle of the village, there is a half-paved stone road, which was built to welcome adventurers when the original "hero cemetery" was spread, but before the road was completed, the sudden enthusiasm of the adventurers had cooled down , the village has returned to its original state, and the road has always been placed here, which is incompatible with the surrounding environment and is very abrupt.

Flender led the way, followed by a group of knights who were in a state of embarrassment and only wore soaked tights.Occasionally, a child came out curiously to probe his head, and was immediately pulled back home by the adults at home covering their eyes.The village was unusually quiet.

Flender looked around, feeling a vague sense of disobedience, but couldn't explain why for a while, and felt a little uneasy.At this time, the Elf King appeared in the classic pose of a pure girl with her hands on her cheeks and her head raised at a 45-degree angle after being abandoned.

'Alas, little Fran, I feel so sorry for us. '

'Are you stuck here for 2000 years because I was born in a place like this? '

'Not only that, but also because the place where we first met was so ugly, it will be very troublesome to polish it when writing memoirs...Little Fran, you were a famous mage in your previous life, and your hometown is not so beautiful. Build a mage's former residence, mage library, mage academy, etc., use your fame to earn some gold coins!Even if they don't have brand awareness, selling the herbs I grow to magicians to make potions won't make them so poor and useless! '

'Ah, Your Majesty, let alone whether anyone here can recognize the difference between those herbs and ordinary plants, even if someone really wants to pick them, would you be willing? ’ Flender hid his face in the shadow of the cloak, and made a very inelegant gesture of curling his lips.Back then, I only picked a few raw materials for the soul potion, but was attacked by a narrow-minded elf with a wind blade, and was forced to sign an unequal contract in the end.Cough, well, this contract is still very good.

'...Alas, anyway, they don't know herbs at all, the latter situation is completely impossible hahaha...'

'wrong!Your Majesty, have you noticed that there are many raw materials for potions around here!Just mixed in those weeds. '

'What's so strange about this, there are quite a few of your so-called heroes buried here, and the remaining soul power on the corpses is very suitable for the growth of these herbs, a little more is normal. '

The information contained in this sentence surprised Flender. Before he could inquire about the situation of the Elf King in detail, Totti's exclamation called his attention: "There are traces of ruts here!"

Flender lowered his head and found that at the junction of the stone slab and the land, under the cover of a blade of weed, there were traces of a carriage running over them. The traces were very new and clear, and even the texture on the wheels could be seen. The bauhinia mark of Salaman's army should have been left a few hours ago.But around it, there are almost no similar traces. Someone should have deliberately cleared it, trying to cover up the fact that they have been here.

Several icy gazes swept over Flender, and several knights around moved spontaneously, between Flender and Charamon, with vigilant expressions and implicit guard.Although they have already taken off their armor, these people are veterans who have experienced battles after all, and once they get serious, they will be imposing.The windows of the houses that had secretly watched them since they entered the village were immediately closed.

Flender was slightly taken aback, and then understood why they were suspicious of him.The desolate small village obviously does not belong to the traces of military carriages here, and all the cavalry have been disarmed.No matter how you look at it, all this looks like a trap set by yourself, first pretending to help them rob prisoners, and then taking this opportunity to wipe out Gaston's sharpest cavalry at a minimal cost.

Bearing many unfriendly looks, Flender became angry, but he didn't know how to refute. He didn't know whether Sasha's army was really ambushing here, and if so, why the news leaked out.

Sharamon didn't make a sound, his blue eyes looked thoughtfully at the traces on the ground.

All this made Flender feel as if he had returned to his previous life. Alice was injured by wind magic and was bleeding profusely. His so-called "friends" looked at him with condemnation and full of guard, and Sasha hugged him Her fiancée bandaged her wound with heartache and panic across the crowd. When she raised her head, she looked at her with cold and ruthless eyes.

The left chest began to ache. Flender took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sudden surge of anger, sadness and hatred that belonged to the wind wolf, and slowly opened his hands, spreading them flat on his chest, making the most shameless gesture. The defensive posture shows that he has no intention of casting any spells.Then he spoke in a calm and gentle voice as much as possible: "I'm sorry, but I didn't know in advance why there would be people from the military passing by here." With his movements, the hostility around him eased, but he was on guard. There is no reduction.

"Since yesterday, I have been staying with you all, and I have not participated in the formulation of this route." Flender slowly exhaled the foul breath from his chest, with a calm and sincere tone.

"If you don't mind, you can send a few people to go with me to inquire about the news." In terms of close combat, no matter how powerful a magician is, he is no match for a swordsman.Putting himself under the surveillance of Gaston's cavalry, this level of retreat was already Flender's bottom line.He could feel that the gazes shooting at him were not as tense as before.Flender looked calm and looked directly into Charamon's eyes.

The Elf King in his mind became quiet for a rare moment. The elements of the wind brushed his skin and long hair silently and ironically, and rubbed against the cloth, bringing the fresh earthy smell after the rain, gently as if comforting silently.

"It doesn't have to be that way." Sharamon took two steps forward, passed through the cavalry standing in front of him, walked straight to Flender, stared at him for a moment, and then turned to the other cavalry.

"There is no Salaman's army in the village. All the traces along the way belong to the same carriage, and the direction of that carriage is to drive out of the village. And judging from the depth of the carriage marks, its carrying capacity is less than one The standard of a cannon."

The surrounding cavalry slowly relaxed their original vigilant posture, and Charamon stood beside Flender, with a tall and straight figure, his green eyes shining brightly, "Don't be prejudiced against Flender, he deserves our trust. , Respect and gratitude. Without him, we would not be able to come here intact. Paris' forbidden curse is enough to wipe out our entire army."

The element of the wind began to slowly increase the speed of the flow, matching Flender's heartbeat, with a certain rhythm and rhythm that made people feel sincerely happy.

Flender lowered his eyes slightly, silently retracted his hands on his chest, and covered his forehead with hair covering his face.He could feel the changes in the eyes around him.Sharamon's deep and powerful voice still echoed in his ears. He felt that with every sentence, every word and every syllable, something that had been blank was gradually being filled. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. The expression is good.

The old memories are slowly being covered, and Flender truly feels that everything about the wind wolf belongs to the past, whether it is hatred or sadness, anger or heartache, helplessness or unwillingness, waiting or longing...

Those painful memories are the wounds of the past, and their function is to remind myself to be more careful in the future, instead of letting myself be constrained by the pain at that time, and instead be restrained on the new journey, not daring to move forward.

The past can't determine the future, or he should let go a little bit, he doesn't need to deliberately avoid anything, he just needs to live according to his own heart.

'Ah, little Fran, the pretty general is quite sensible, or I'll beat him up for you! 'A certain elf returned to his usual arrogant appearance.

Flender raised the corners of his lips slightly, 'That's really grateful, Your Majesty. '