The Magician of Rebirth

Sasha Ampere's recent luck has been very bad. Let's not say that the civilian rebellion ruined his carefully planned war, and then his decision-making when undertaking the search mission caused his reputation to plummet; nor does it mention that the prince and princess were assassinated within the area under his jurisdiction However, the city defense army could hardly absolve himself of the blame, and the scapegoat Sharamon escaped on the day of the execution; just the small groups of rebels who popped up from time to time recently, and the small teams of rebels who were on fire everywhere were enough to make him burn out.

Striding out of the palace, Sasha frowned tightly, and his boots struck the ground, making a rapid and crisp sound.The situation after being promoted to the Duke did not go as smoothly as he had imagined, and Alice's health has not been good since the incident before the wedding, and she was recently bedridden because of the shock of the last assassination, unable to help herself Share some stress.And that Paris, damn it, was around her like a fly all day long!

Every time he saw Paris's delicate face, Sasha always felt a chill down his back.Since the death of the wind wolf, the unknown court mage has signed a contract with the wind elf king, and even his appearance is getting more and more like the dead man every day, it's like being possessed...

Here comes Ilari!Sasha shook his head suddenly, got rid of this horrible thought, stood still, took a deep breath, and walked into his mansion.

The Duke's mansion is magnificently decorated, and the soft and luxurious carpets can feel the fine texture even through thick cowhide boots; groups of servants and maids walk through the huge mansion silently, seeing him Then he bowed reverently; his beautiful wife was waiting for him in bed, behind her dainty carcass concealed the steps leading to the noble seat.Sasha slowed down, and gradually regained his composure. These things belonged to him, now and from now on.No one can take them from him, not those shameless rebels, not even the ghost that should have returned to the grave long ago!

'Ah, little Fran, did you live in a place like this when you were a kid?Won't you have nightmares at night? '

'Just get used to it, if not here, I have nowhere else to live. Flender calmly recited a few lines of Ilari's prayer symbolically, and the instantaneous spiral wind blade swept away the cobwebs in the corner and the dust on the table.Totti's eyes widened.

'But the soul of a child is still unstable and will be affected by the remaining soul power of the deceased. It is a miracle that you grew up so healthy and strong while living next to the cemetery since childhood! '

'Ah, is it?So I am doted on by Ilari? Feeling perfunctory, Flender put most of his energy on controlling the elements in his hands. The elements of the wind flowed through the whole house flexibly, taking away the corrupt and cold atmosphere left over from years of unoccupied people. The dust on the ground was firmly The location is within a narrow range, completely eliminating the embarrassing scene of billowing smoke and dust.The few knights who originally wanted to help clean up stopped their hands in surprise.

'Of course, besides you, which wind mage can sign a contract with the two wind elf kings?The power of the human soul is very single, but our elves have always been very picky. '

'A lot, isn't there a species called epic heroes?A few of them were pulled out at will and signed contracts with the five elemental elf kings. Flender used the levitation technique to prop up the disabled table with four legs of different lengths, and asked Sharamon to put the stones picked up from the road under it to stabilize it again.

'You also said that it is an epic...there are not many living elf kings left...hey, it's really lonely like snow. The Elf King sighed literaryly, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be showing off how long I lived, how long I lived.

Flender simply ignored him, took out a few pieces of ore and an alcohol lamp from the small cloth bag he carried, sprinkled the powder of Zhilan on the flame, carefully adjusted the wind power, controlled the temperature of the flame, and his slender fingers Flipping over deftly, several pieces of ore remained in a state of being melted and glued together. Charamon picked up the dilapidated heater, leaned forward slightly, and approached Flender at a suitable angle.

Flender thanked with a slight smile, flicked his fingers, the mixed ore was evenly dispersed in several damaged places, and white smoke came out, making a "sizzling" sound.

'By the way, Your Majesty, can soul power nourish the growth of medicinal herbs? Supporting the other side of the stove with his hands, Flender helped Sharamon take some of the weight, and waited for the place he had worked on to cool down.

'The power of the soul can only nourish part of the potion.Just like the wind element can only nourish the boosting herbs of the wind spell.Ah la, little Fran, let go, your little strength is simply not enough in front of the beautiful general! '

'So the power of the soul is similar to the power of magic? ’ Flender let go of his hands graciously, and cast a levitating spell under the stove, in exchange for Charamon's smiling glance.

'This can only be understood but cannot be explained in words, little Fran, you will naturally understand when you grow up.Hurry up and remove the floating spell, people around you will think you can't even move a stove, what a shame!Uh, although you may not be able to move it alone, but the family ugliness should not be publicized, so hurry up and keep a low profile. '

Flender once again used the powerful ability of selective ignorance, sorted out the known information, completely ignored the jumping elf, and turned to talk to Charamon.

"General, on the way here just now, I found that there are many rare potion plants on both sides of the road, most of which have not fully grown, and should have been planted recently. Perhaps, the army carriage may be related to these potion plants. Related. The environment of this village is very suitable for the growth of some precious potions."

Sharamon pondered for a while, then frowned, "What is the purpose of these potions? Is it possible that they were planted by the villagers?"

"Probably not. These potions are very rare, most of them are related to mind control, and some of them are the raw materials of tranquilizing potions. And I have been here before the war, but I haven't planted these plants at that time."

Tranquilizers are very popular among ladies and ladies in the aristocratic social circle, especially during the war, after hearing all kinds of scary or exciting news, they always need this kind of clear, sweet, cold medicine Potion to calm the violent heartbeat and prevent myself from fainting from time to time.As fainting has gradually become a common problem among noble women, top-grade sedative potions have gradually become popular in the noble circles. However, due to the complicated configuration, complex potions, and disproportionate relationship between supply and demand, the price has risen. disappeared from civilian life.

Perhaps, this village has become a potion base secretly designated by the Salaman army?Flender shook his head in distress. There were so many threads in his mind, which seemed to contain some important news, but he couldn't find a clue to connect them together.

Forget it, now is not the time to worry about what the Salaman army is doing, the top priority is to find a way to leave the border of Salaman as soon as possible.The village doesn't look like it's going to last long.

Sharamon raised his hand to signal Flender to lift the floating spell, then with both hands, he placed the half-man-high stove firmly on the ground, filled it with some flammable substances, and lit the fire with dry primers.

The small orange-red flame jumped slightly, and then burned rapidly. Flender calmly controlled the direction of the wind and increased the flame.The warm light of the fire illuminated the whole house, and the small hut was densely packed with strong knights. The body heat radiated out, gradually dispelling the cold air from the dead that had lingered here for many years.

"Totti, bring the map here, let's discuss the route to evacuate Salaman together." Sharamon took the parchment handed over by the adjutant and spread it out on the table.

"If we take Muffiz's tooth as the coordinate, we are at this position now." The slender and slightly callused fingertips slid along the rough parchment, and finally stopped at a small point that was almost invisible. Ramon looked up to Flender for advice.

Flender nodded in agreement, and quickly calculated the time required for various routes and the risks to be borne.

If it was Sasha, this period of time should be enough for him to set up city defense checkpoints in several towns that must be passed through the escape route, and promised to use the power of the people to search his party closely.

"General, what if we dress up as a business group and find a way to go to the city to buy horses, and then leave quickly?" Totti hesitated, and then pointed to the route with the shortest vertical distance all the way south.

He really didn't learn well, he would take shortcuts, didn't he see that there would be at least three towns on the road?Hurry up?Didn't a group of people ride away so arrogantly to inform Sasha of his whereabouts?How could Sharamon think of arranging this kind of guy whose brain is as simple as Keane's to be his adjutant! .

Flender slandered silently, and was not surprised to see Charamon frowned. "But if you pretend to be a business group, we don't have any goods." Another younger voice sounded.

It's not just a question of whether the goods are good or not.Business group?No matter Salaman or Gaston, there is probably no business group like this where all the members have fierce faces. It is more similar to pretend to be a robber.Flender secretly rolled his eyes, and began to feel a little sympathetic to Sharamon. At any rate, Wind Wolf still had a good think tank, but he had hardly contacted them since he left the army. how's it going.

"Didn't Your Excellency say that the grass here is very rare? Let's pull them up and use them as goods." A gentle voice suggested.

"No!" Flender quickly refused reflexively, and then glanced at Charamon out of the corner of his eye with a little anxiety. Seeing that he didn't look worried, he slowed down his tone a little: "These potions are not fully prepared yet. Grown, immature herbs will not only reduce the efficacy by half, but also cause many side effects. No business group will do this kind of business. Selling such potions will greatly damage the reputation of the business group, and the income may even cost the principal. I can't even earn it back!" How can I say that I have been a potion merchant for two lifetimes, and I am familiar with all aspects of potion sales, so I have an instinctive sense of resistance to this obvious waste of medicinal materials and money. "There is a big difference between the herb before it matures and after it matures. If the guards find out, our identities will be revealed immediately."

'Ah, little Fran, why are you so serious, it's not your potion. '

"Under the impact of alchemy potions, the potion market is already small, and potion merchants are easy to attract attention. If you make such an obvious mistake again..."

Before Flender explained to the Elf King clearly, immature potions and mature potions have very obvious differences in appearance, color, smell, so it is very easy to pass through, so his objection is very necessary. A rough and hoarse voice interrupted his train of thought: "My lord, I can't tell whether these grasses are ripe or not. Anyway, they are all about the same size. I don't believe that Salaman, a gatekeeper, can understand better than me. There are many more!" This sentence won the support of many people, and the voices echoed in low voices buzzed.

"That's right, Master Mage, if it really doesn't work, you are an expert anyway, you can explain it, and just get away with it." The gentler voice before expressed his point loudly.The surroundings suddenly became lively again, voices of approval and refutation intertwined, almost starting to argue.

The corners of Flender's mouth twitched, feeling that the gentle way of speaking that he had trained in the aristocratic circle for so many years was completely unsuitable for communicating with these people.Although he had stayed in the army back then, he had been in contact with either magicians or mid-level and high-level officials who had good friends with Sasha. It was really nice for him to discuss the "potion" issue with a group of rough swordsmen in a circle like this. Not much experience.

Fortunately, Sharamon rescued him from the predicament in time, "Calm down and listen to Flender."

"Salaman's military should know our numbers well. I think, instead of rushing out of the city gate, it is better for us to leave in batches and divide into small teams. This way, the chance of escaping is higher. Even if we are really discovered, If the number of people is small, it is easier to sneak into the crowd and escape, and finally agree to meet at a place."

After Flender's voice sounded, there was two seconds of silence around him. Flender couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, worried that his suggestion would be suspected and misinterpreted again, which would cause new unhappiness.

'Ah, so the professional generation gap is huge.The misunderstanding between swordsmen and magicians has existed since our time, little Fran, please calm down. '

At this time, someone finally responded, "No way, we need to divide the troops! Then I must be with the general!"

"Me too! You kid, don't fight me!" The dilapidated hut was lively again, and Flender turned around with a bit of a smile, just in time to meet Charamon's eyes.

The general's green eyes were rare calm and gentle, with a touch of understanding and comfort in them, as if he had insight into Flender's uneasiness just now.

"Then, let's divide into groups."

In the academy of Salaman King's Capital, Keane lay bored on the bed in the dormitory in a daze. He read the little note left by Flender countless times, and the handwriting was a little blurred.

"Kean, I'm very sorry, but I have urgent business to leave the academy for a while, please help me to conceal the news that I have been back.After the matter is over, I will come back and explain it to you in detail.don't read.

Also, my potions textbook and notes are in the cabinet under the bed, please take them yourself if you need them. '

"Really, I don't know exactly when I'll be back." Keen muttered dissatisfiedly, but suddenly a black shadow appeared outside the window from the corner of his eyes, and he jumped up from the bed in an instant: "Who?"

The young man outside the window took off the hood of his cloak with a smile, and his brown hair brushed his cheek softly, "It's me. Long time no see. It seems that your strength has improved a lot, Keen."