The Magician of Rebirth

A small cloud of wind elements slowly gathered in his left hand, Flender leaned half on the soft pillow, thoughtful.

'Your Majesty, without your power, I can only control so many elements at most, which is less than the magic level of a high-level mage. '

'Now, please assist me, first use [-]% of your strength to gather the elements. '

'[-]% of the power? 'The beautiful young man was suspended in Flender's mind just like in the last battle, and he turned his head slightly, showing a narrow smile.

A stronger and purer force surged from somewhere in the body to the palm, blended with Flender's own magic power, regardless of each other, the surrounding wind elements felt the instructions from the king, and resonated happily. The element cluster in the left hand Rapidly expanding, the sweeping wind raised the window curtains, gathering from everywhere to the bed.

Flender's eyes dimmed slightly, feeling the magic power flowing smoothly in his body, "Your Majesty, please increase the output of power slowly until I say stop." '

'Ah, little Fran, you are really good at calling people! A certain elf sighed exaggeratedly, but put his ten fingers together in coordination, and pressed them between his eyebrows. The magic power flowing in Flender's blood gradually increased, gradually widening from a stream to a river.

The half-opened window began to shake violently, the dust on the ground was swept into the air, and the elemental ball in Flender's left hand began to spin and expand at an alarming speed.

Flender recalled the feeling when the Elf King used his body to use magic power beyond the synchronization rate during the battle, carefully tested the bottom line of the magic power he could bear, and slowly tried to control the increasingly huge magic power in his body, and found that it was more powerful than the magic power. Not as easy to use as before.

If one's own magic power is as thin as water flow, and with a little force, one can control its flow direction and flow speed; then the magic power of the Elf King is like a thicker soup with higher viscosity, thick and viscous, and the effect of inertia is stronger, no matter Whether to control it to move or stay still requires some effort.Moreover, as the output magic power increases, it becomes more and more difficult to control.

'Enough Your Majesty, let's stop here. Flender frowned, struggling to maintain the balance of the wind element.

When I used magic before, I paid more attention to the way and speed of power use and the promotion of spiritual power. I almost never used the power of the elf king to output magic power, so I didn't have a deep understanding of this aspect.

No wonder the Elf King has been emphasizing the importance of synchronization rate. Only by bringing himself closer to the original owner of the power can he control the power that did not belong to him.

'Ah, little Fran, it's going to die so soon, I haven't even used half of my strength yet. The Elf King put down his hands clasped together in front of his chest quite proudly, "But it's not too shameful for us to force my dear great-great-grandson to use the power of the soul with this level of strength. '

At this time, the maid's scream suddenly sounded, and Flender groaned inwardly. He hurriedly dispersed the wind element in his hands, poked his head out, and saw that the neat room had been messed up by his magic. , the table was overturned, and the dust blown in from the outside was all over the floor.

The maid carrying the food tray was panicked, not knowing what happened, the door was slammed open, and several guards with swords rushed in, seeing the mess in front of them, they were startled for a moment, then moved A guarded posture.

Flender put his head back on the bed curtain, adjusted his expression, and quickly organized his words, preparing to deal with the guards' inquiries and interrogation for a while.

At this time, Sharamon's deep voice came from the door: "You all go out first, I will deal with this matter." The footsteps disappeared at the door, and Flender secretly breathed a sigh of relief.At this time, he heard the quiet and steady footsteps belonging to Sharamon gradually approaching him, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"I'm very sorry, I was a little too involved in practicing magic, and I didn't notice that I made the house like this." Flender smiled apologetically at Sharamon's furrowed brows.

"You have to count your own body. You practiced this level of magic not long after you woke up. Do you want to sleep for another month?" Sharamon looked at the dense bandage on Flender's right shoulder and the lines between his eyebrows. It deepened a little bit.

"...I will pay attention to it in the future." Flender solemnly promised, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. "The previous coma was just because... the magic power was exhausted, and now it is no longer a serious problem. Moreover, I found that the gap between myself and Paris is still quite large. If I don't work hard, I am afraid that if I fight next time, I will die." It's not just the right arm that's injured."

Sharamon stared at Flender for a while, as if he was assessing the severity of his injury, "There is no need to rush. It won't be too late to practice after you can walk out of this room by yourself."

"Okay, I will follow your order." Flender nodded helplessly, "General, can I ask you for a pen and paper? I want to write something, and it will be very difficult if I lie still on the bed."

"Wait a minute, I'll go get it."

When the door opened again, Sharamon carried a stack of files and placed them on the table he had straightened.He handed Flender the parchment above the file, the quill, and a dated book.

"I'll stay here in the afternoon to deal with things, you can read this travel book to pass the time."

Curiously, Flender opened the title page of the book and found that the release date of the book was 12 years ago.Is it the reading that Sharamon used to entertain?What a surprise.

Not far away came the rustling sound of the file being unfolded. Flender put the parchment aside and opened the travel notes in his hand with a quiet and soft expression.

'Ah la, little Fran, you are in a very dangerous state now. '

'kindness? '

'Back then, when Xiao Sai of our family showed symptoms like yours giggling from time to time, three months later he married himself to that female alchemist whom he had not known for a long time. '

'ah? Flender's eyes widened in surprise, "Hasn't Lord Samuel married Her Majesty the Queen?" ''That female alchemist is that queen.She is very playful, she looks innocent and kind on the surface, and is very gentle to Xiao Sai, but she is entangled with several men at the same time, even after marriage, Xiao Sai is always in danger of being cuckolded. . '

'But, Your Majesty, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me.I swear by Ilari, I will never have even the slightest interest in Elise! '

'I'm not talking about Elise, I'm talking about General Beauty! '

'Sharamon? Flender lowered his eyes slightly, and remained silent for a long time. His gaze swept across the resolute profile of the general with green eyes by the table, and fixed on the cowhide wristband on his right wrist.

'Indeed, I appreciate his current character, but it probably won't reach the point where Lord Samuel is facing the Queen, as your majesty is worried about. '

"Little Fran, don't you know that in all the stories, one of the parts that can most promote the emotional development of the protagonist is recuperation. Normal people always treat patients with a gentler attitude, and then support them, lingering and lingering." With that, the two sparked off..." A certain elf had a professional expression on his face.

Flender couldn't help laughing, "Your Majesty, I am no longer a teenager. Although I am not as complete as your theoretical knowledge and rich experience, I have learned the painful lesson from Duke Ampere. I would never make a hasty decision. '

I actually don’t know much about Sharamon. In my own definition, the image of Sharamon is almost always a positive word, just like the gentle and elegant image that Wind Wolf always maintains in front of the public, because it is too perfect. So it seems almost unreal.Flender brushed the slightly yellowed pages of the travel notes with his left hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly retracted.

Moreover, Sasha used to be a very good and considerate friend, but as a lover, he is simply the nightmare of the wind wolf.Everything is still good now, so he doesn't want to deliberately change anything.

Flender put down the travel notes in his hand, took a pen with his left hand, and began to record in detail the feeling of casting the spell just now, comparing it with the memory of his previous life, and analyzing it carefully.

The quill scratched across the parchment, making a soft rubbing sound. Charamon, who was sitting at the table, raised his head from the thick file, saw Flender's focused expression, softened his eyes a little, and then lowered his head again.

The sound of paper turning and the sound of pen tip sliding mixed together, slightly vibrating the air in the room, and the sunlight came in from the half-opened window, peaceful and calm.

The viscous medicine rolled on the bedside table, and the pungent smell emitted, making people sick.Paris propped up his upper body from the bed with his elbows, his hair was disheveled, and his face was pitifully pale.

He stretched out his right hand, followed the scent towards the head of the bed, then frowned, raised his head, and drank all the medicine in one gulp.

The fingers, which were so white that they were almost transparent, tightly twisted the gorgeous bed curtain, almost tearing up the fine velvet fabric. After a long time, the fingers relaxed slowly and retracted into the bed curtain.After a while, Paris came out neatly dressed and radiant.

His hair was not messed up, and fell neatly along the side of his face; the well-tailored mage robe was soft in texture and luxurious in style, which made his appearance even more attractive; he had a smile on his lips, and his expression was gentle and kind, which made people bear I couldn't help letting go of my guard against him.

Everyone who met him said that he was the successor of the wind wolf chosen by Yilari. They had the same outstanding magic power, the same outstanding appearance, and the same elegant demeanor.

However, he is definitely not just the successor of Wind Wolf.Paris walked calmly, walked out of the door of the bedroom, and nodded to the attendants who saluted him reverently.

He is destined to surpass that mage who protects the country with no achievements but only a name, the one who was really chosen by Yilari!

"Master Paris, Your Excellency the Duke, please leave for the chamber immediately."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Paris smiled at the young knight who came to deliver the message, and saw the latter blushing and lowered his head as expected, "Do you know what the theme of this meeting is? I was unwell before. It has been a long time since I participated in a meeting in the chamber."

"It seems that we want to discuss the riots in the border town a month ago. His Majesty the King is dissatisfied with the city guards' failure to wipe out the rioters and leave the fish that slipped through the net. He ordered that the rebels must be eradicated."

Paris lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes drooping, his expression unpredictable.