The Magician of Rebirth

The darkness, the endless darkness, devours everything around, whether it is smell or sound.It was cold, very cold, which aroused the desire for warmth, and the feet were empty, as if stepping on something insubstantial, and would fall down at some point, to a place where the sun would never be seen.However, I still have to move forward, towards a certain direction, step by step, as if I have walked through it once, knowing that there is something I have been pursuing...

I didn't deliberately think about anything, doubt anything, just keep moving forward by instinct.

The darkness receded slowly, and the smell of old parchment enveloped me slowly. My restless mood miraculously calmed down. The sense of touch under my feet gradually became solid and palpable. Countless chaotic pictures flashed before my eyes, empty The church, the white roses, the freesia grass soaked in sweat, the small phantom stone in the palm of the hand, the black hair raised by the young swordsman, the three pieces of enchanted soft armor, the flames from the alcohol lamp... and finally , fixed on a pair of quiet green eyes.

The sound of the wind blew past my ears, at the end of the road, a beautiful young man with crooked eyebrows and a relaxed smile said, 'Ah, little Fran?Welcome back. '

Flender opened his eyes suddenly, and the bright sunlight instantly broke through the darkness, warm and full of vitality.There is a soft and clean cloth under the body, and when it rubs against the exposed skin, the touch is gentle and slightly itchy.At this moment, severe pain came from his right shoulder, Flender gasped, and his body, which had been raised slightly, fell back on the bed, but his eyes met the blue eyes directly above him.

The coincidence of fantasy and reality made Flender dazed for a few seconds, "Xia, Charamon? This is... Gaston?"

"Yes, this is my home. You have been in a coma for nearly a month." Sharamon frowned.

"One month?!" Flender was taken aback. He lowered his head and saw his long red hair hanging on his chest. The scene of the previous battle with Paris quickly flashed in his mind.

'Your Majesty, Your Majesty?how are youHis Majesty? '

After a few seconds of silence...'Remembering me now? ' came the mournful voice of an elf.

Flender couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips, and breathed a sigh of relief, "General, how did you escape in the end?"

Sharamon raised his hand to signal the maid to prepare the meal, and said lightly, "Totti arrived in Wharton City ahead of time, brought reinforcements, blocked Paris temporarily, and bought us enough time to enter Gaston's border."

Flender pursed his lips, not knowing how to respond.Although Sharamon said it lightly, the situation at that time was definitely not as smooth as he said.

'Ah, little Fran, it's actually not as tragic as you imagined.My dear great-great-great-grandson seemed to deal with us very easily, but in fact the price he paid was not small, especially the attack method he used in the end, which put a considerable burden on the contractor's body. At that time, the mage's physical condition was no longer Allow him to continue to release the forbidden spell. '

The physical condition of the contractor?Flender frowned, thinking of the shadow behind Paris overlapping him, a flash of understanding flashed in his heart, and the scattered clues had a faint tendency to gradually connect together.

"Then, has the truth of the assassination been revealed?"

"It's still under investigation. However, the letters found here have been proven to be forged. Your Majesty has temporarily resumed my position." Charamon carefully supported Flender's head with his right hand, and added After laying a pillow, he picked up the soup bowl in the hand of the maid, and the aroma of thick soup came over his face. "Drink by yourself?"

The warm smell aroused Flender's strong sense of hunger. He nodded hastily, ignoring the embarrassment of the fact that "he was actually being taken care of by Charamon", and tried to maintain a calm and peaceful expression on his face and a peaceful demeanor. Gracefully stretched out his left hand to take the soup bowl, restrained his urge to swallow, and took small sips of the moderately warm and delicious soup.

'Ah, little Fran, in this kind of plot, you should forcefully raise your hand, lower your wrist with a painful and pitiful expression, open your mouth obediently, and wait for the person next to you to feed you with a stubborn and shy expression. ah……'

'...Your Majesty, you really haven't changed at all! "Fortunately, he was worried just now that this guy would suffer a major blow to his self-esteem, and then he would be silent and helpless. He needed him to inspire him with various noble qualities like all the legendary saviors to rekindle his hope... Sure enough. Well, there is only a distance between the slender, sensitive and haughty elf king in the bard's story and the one beside him.

'What a helpless tone...Little Fran, are you expecting me to change? '

'Absolutely not, Your Majesty. ’ Flender lowered his eyelashes to hide the smile in his eyes, ‘You look fine now. '

After finishing most of the bowl of soup with an impeccably elegant posture and a speed that has nothing to do with elegance, Flender raised his head from the bowl, just in time to meet Sharamon's smiling eyes.He couldn't help being a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, "I've been bothering you for a while."

Sharamon shook his head, "This is what it should be, and there is no need to be so extravagant."

At this time, a man who looked like a butler came to him and said something, Sharamon nodded, stood up, and helped Flender tuck the corner of the quilt. "I still have something to do, pay attention to rest after you finish eating."

Sharamon's fingers were very warm, with a strong pulse of life, and there were some small scars scattered on the fingertips. When they touched the skin, the frictional feeling was even stronger.Flender recalled the dark and cold journey before he woke up. Compared with the chill and loneliness that seemed to penetrate the bone marrow, this kind of warmth almost made him nostalgic.

"En." Flender nodded, looked away, and smiled at Charamon.

Watching the tall and straight figure of the blue-eyed general disappear at the door, Flender retracted the corners of his mouth, recalling that his battle with Paris was truly an unprecedented fiasco.It seems that the huge gap in the magic power gap cannot be bridged by the skill and speed of spellcasting alone.

"Little Fran, speaking of it, our loss is really not ordinary. From now on, my old man will not be able to hold his head up in front of my dear descendants. 'The beautiful young man materialized again, with annoyance and frustration on his face.Although his figure was not as clear as in the past, it was not as vague and misty as in Flender's memory, almost disappearing with the wind.

"I think back then, I was a legendary figure whose reputation resounded throughout the elf world. I was the object of worship and spiritual leader of those little ghosts. I was known as the elf king closest to Ilari. I was synonymous with invincibility... ...' A certain elf looked at Flender eagerly, with an innocent and wronged expression on his face.

The corner of Flender's mouth twitched, and he didn't make any comment on the elf king's boast.

’ So, little Fran, although the healing time is the golden time to promote the development of the relationship, every second is precious.However, in order to keep my reputation from being ruined by your generation, I will spend a lot of time training you seriously until you can easily defeat my great-great-grandson's contractor. '

'I'm looking forward to that. Flender automatically ignored the first half of the Elf King's words, and looked at the wound on his right shoulder with calm eyes, "Your Majesty, the last magic Paris used should be related to the soul?"The feeling when I was unconscious was very similar to the feeling when I took the soul potion. '

'That's right, little Fran, your soul did leave your body for a while.However, I helped you maintain the bond of soul and body.The next time you encounter similar magic, you must find a way to avoid it, and you can't resist it. The Elf King's expression was rarely serious, "It seems that my dear great-great-grandson has really achieved a lot in controlling the power of the soul, and his contractor is also working hard. '

'Then, the focus of our practice is to strengthen the synchronization rate and study the power of the soul. Flender took a deep breath and adjusted his state, "Your Majesty, let's start now!" '

Keane knelt on the floor of the dormitory, with a large piece of parchment spread out in front of him, and Flender's textbooks and notes were piled up beside him. Write a few poor words on it.

The school's magic classes are getting more and more troublesome, and they are actually forced to use their precious vacation time to go to the library to borrow ancient magic books to read, and to write reading books!

If it weren't for the fact that nearly half of the members of the support club are magicians, and they strongly urged the chairman to make a template for reading the handbook, he wouldn't bother to take care of this inexplicable homework!

Although Flender's notes are very useful, it would be even better if he was there.Keane scratched his already disheveled black hair irritably, and bit the barrel of the quill with a headache.What the hell was Flender doing?He has been missing for so long, and when he comes back, I must make him confess...

But, having said that, I also have something to confess to him... Keen stopped torturing the quill, fell back heavily on the floor of the dormitory, and closed his eyes.

"Master President! The latest information!" The door of the dormitory was knocked open again without warning, and the round-faced boy looked excited and excited, "The latest explanation about Mr. Paris's failure to attend the court meeting a month ago, it is said, When Lord Paris was chasing General Gaston, he was injured by Gaston's magician, and he has been recuperating recently."

Keane jumped up from the ground and sat up, "You said that the mighty Paris was injured?"

"That's right, the news came from the guards of Salaman City, but Lord Paris's personal guards all insisted that this is nonsense, and the adults in their family are undefeated."

"Ah, Ilari is here!" Keen showed a big smile, "The person who injured him should be awarded the Medal of Courage!"

The round-faced boy sat down cross-legged beside him, nodded his head heavily, revealing a deep dimple, "Well, Ilari, please let him be sick for a few more days, so as not to engage in some magic revival movement if there is nothing to do, increase Our schoolwork load. But I said President, have you finished reading the handbook of some ancient books?"

Like a deflated ball, Keane's expression immediately dropped from a state of excitement to freezing point, and he pointed in front of him with his index finger.There are only two pitiful lines of characters on the huge parchment. In order to occupy the space more effectively, each character is huge and out of shape, and there are blank lines between the lines...

"Hey, I'm looking forward to the return of His Royal Highness!" The round-faced boy pouted helplessly, "Then, I'm going to draft the content of the bulletin board, Mr. President, you, come on, come on..."