The Magician of Rebirth

'Ah, little Fran, you're ruining your beauty again, I really think you look better with red hair. 'A certain elf thought.

'I don't like the way it is either. ’ Flender frowned, and pulled back the strands of long blond hair that brushed his cheeks behind his ears. He didn't like the stupid creature on the white horse or the troublesome mount under his crotch. 'Besides, the soul potion is terrible to drink. '

'Ah la, then don't drink any more.The soul potion is not an ordinary drink. If you drink it for a long time, even Ilari may not know what will happen. '

'kindness?Does the soul potion have any negative effects?But all the Lich Handbooks say that this is a must-have after soul transfer. Flender was a little surprised, so far, he has already drank 15 soul potions, if there are any side effects, he will be in trouble.

'So, those reborn liches were very rational, calm and purposeful people when they were first reborn, but later on, without exception, they will become more and more soft-hearted, more and more emotion-centered, and more and more It's getting worse.The soul potion can indeed adjust the wavelength of the soul so that it fits with the body, it can better manipulate the body, and it can prevent the appearance of the reborn body from being mutated by the soul, which is suspicious.But from a certain point of view, it will also slightly change the composition of the soul, and after a long period of time, it will cause unpredictable consequences. The Elf King held his chin in thought, as if thinking of some terrible example, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

"Little Fran, in fact, your soul is already in tune with this body. Even if the medication is suspended now, there will be no body necrosis or major changes in appearance. At most, the color of your hair and eyes will change. Find a reason to explain it." It will be fine in the past. '

Flender pondered for a while, then thought of the image of the amorous Virgin Mary with halos on the heads of the liches and possessed demons recorded in the Rebirth Letters at the end of the story, stepping on the clouds and entangled in countless love affairs, and silently shook his head. A cold war, put down the raw materials of the soul potion in your hand.

There were footsteps coming from behind, and Sharamon's deep and magnetic voice sounded: "Get ready, we are leaving."

Flender calmed down, turned around with a smile, "Well, I'll be fine soon." He bent down, and put a large number of herbs he had collected from the Elf King's medicine garden into special alchemy boxes, and carried them with him. take it well.

"We will go back to Gaston from the west, and Totti will lead a group of people to go from the south, and finally meet in Wharton City." Sharamon briefly explained the situation.

"What about the villagers here? Has anyone been arranged to deal with it? I'm worried that the news will be leaked." Thinking of Salaman's fast-spreading, pervasive and imaginative rumors, Flender was a little worried.

"The news has been released that we are members of the Salaman military. It seems that every once in a while, there will be a special person to check the growth of the potion, and this matter is strictly blocked." Sharamon frowned slightly , thoughtfully.

"I see..." Flender nodded, and walked back with Charamon.

"Kean, isn't Flender with you?" The brown-haired young man smiled, as kind and peaceful as ever.

"Teacher Dino?" Keen was taken aback, looked up and down the long-lost teacher, and was about to reply when he remembered what Flender had told him: "No, we haven't seen each other since the war started. "

Dino smiled helplessly and shook his head, "Did Flender ask you to keep it a secret?"

Keane blinked, and swallowed the "how do you know" that was about to blurt out. He didn't know how to reply for a while, and his right hand couldn't help but habitually hold the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Don't be nervous, Keen, I never had any ill intentions towards Flender, I just cared about his recent situation." Seeing that the guarded expression on the black-haired boy's face eased slightly, Dino pointed to the half-open window, "This time, I mainly want to come to you. Do you mind if I come in and talk?"

Keane was slightly puzzled. The number of conversations he had with Dino could be counted with ten fingers. He really couldn't figure out what would happen to him looking for him, but he still opened the window completely according to his words, and looked at the Their teacher teacher turned over and jumped into the house with the agility not inferior to that of a warrior.

Gently tidying up the slightly messy hem of his clothes due to the action just now, Dino raised his head and looked into Keen's eyes: "Keen, what do you think of the Rebel Army?"

Due to his ten-year wandering experience, Flender does not hate long-distance travel like ordinary magicians, and he has no special requirements for accommodation and food. Charamon was worried that he would not be able to keep up with the walking speed of the team. Because of face, he refused to say it clearly, and always stopped and rested at the right time, but later found that it was completely unnecessary.This incident also greatly changed the impression of the swordsmen who subconsciously regarded the magician as a "weak and difficult trouble" towards him.

In order to avoid the crowd, most of them choose to walk on remote paths, sleep in the wilderness, and from time to time, they have to set up mazes to attract and mislead the attention of Salaman's army. The difficulty is actually no less than that in Gaston. escape.But perhaps because they had removed the heavy and cold armor, or because they hadn't encountered a large-scale battle, the knights of the Light Cavalry Battalion were more relaxed and active than when they were in Gaston.During the break, they chatted occasionally with foul language and jokes that only men could understand. At first, Flender, who had been in the aristocratic circle for a long time, felt a little uncomfortable, but later he gradually recovered the feeling he had when he was a wanderer. mind.

This era of withering magic has stimulated and intensified the conflict between swordsmen and magicians. The martial atmosphere makes magicians who have fallen in status only elevate themselves in their hearts, and despise swordsmen who are "vulgar, impulsive and brainless"; The swordsmen are always very upset by the mage's vitriol and self-importance, and they can't talk to them, so they can only use force to solve everything, leading to deepening misunderstandings.

But Flender found that if the two parties were willing to sit around the fire and chat peacefully as they are now, and work together for the same goal, many problems could be solved easily.

Although most of the swordsmen are straightforward, they are not dull, and their minds are not as twisted as magicians or alchemists, ah, of course, except for the swordsmen of noble families.Flender ate his dry food with the water, and listened with great interest to the group of knights discussing the war and the escape in low voices.

"Hey, do you think the king is old and confused, why would he think of handing over the general to the Salamans?"

"For the sake of my son, my brain is full of blood, and I can do anything. If my kid has an accident on the battlefield this time, I will single-handedly kill that thief from the Ampere family."

"That's right, your son is 16 this year, old enough to go to the battlefield. Didn't he go home last time to report his safety?"

"It's not too late. I'm going to get married right after the war. I'm so busy that I can't even spare time to go home. I've been sneezing a lot for the past few days. I guess the mother-in-law at home misses me!"

A few younger cavalry around him booed around the bearded man who had just spoken, but kept the volume within a relatively small range.

"When we go back this time, let the general and His Majesty have a good talk, give us a break, go home and get together with your wives and children. It's time for you little ones to start a family." After the laughter stopped, another long party The face of the cavalry said with some emotion.

"Hey, God knows if it went so smoothly. The little dogs like Salaman are not very good at fighting, but they are very annoying when they are chasing people."

"This duke is really not a thing. Back then, the wind wolf still made some sense. He beat him whenever he wanted to, and even said that our general robbed his wife. This kind of stuff won't even catch the general's eyes!"

"That's right, maybe he was jealous that Fenglang was more capable than him, so he kept pressing on him, and went to do the murder and silence himself. Our general wanted to kill that Fenglang, and he was right on the battlefield to explain it."

Flender was a little dazed. Although he didn't fully guess it, the guesses of these guys were already close to the truth.Probably, Sasha's sword in the chest was not only for Alice, but also for himself.Flender lowered his head, his forehead covered his eyes, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

'Ah, little Fran, why did he stab you?Anyway, the thorn has already been thorned, you have this spare time to do psychological analysis, why not communicate with me and deepen mutual understanding. ' The Elven King swayed dissatisfiedly in Flender's mind.

'I feel that you know me well enough, Your Majesty. '

'But you don't know me well enough, dear little Fran. ' A slightly aggrieved voice.

'...' Flender was silent, lowered his head slightly, and felt a little bit of guilt in his mind.

A warm palm rested on his shoulder, with a slightly heavy force, calling Flender's attention back.He looked up, meeting Sharamon's green eyes.

Although deliberately restraining his aura, Charamon in civilian attire still has a sharp handsomeness that people can't look at directly, with clear outlines and deep and clear facial features.

His expression was calm, his eyes were slightly relieved, the warmth of his palm passed through the thin clothes to Flender's body, his five fingers were slightly clenched, as if he wanted to convey support and strength to him along his fingertips.

The jumping light of the flame hit the two of them flickeringly. Flender smiled, "General, don't worry about me. The past is over, and I know it."

Sharamon paused for a while, then nodded slightly, and withdrew his left hand.

Flender saw the same cowhide wristband on his left wrist as his right hand, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and the corners of his lips raised an imperceptible arc.