The Magician of Rebirth

The days when Flender lived in the General's Mansion were quite comfortable. He was provided with good food and drink every day. He didn't have any chores to bother him. He could concentrate on studying his complex soul and improve the synchronization rate of the Zephyr King.

Charamon is a good conversation partner, with unique vision and profound knowledge, although because he is relatively busy, the conversation time with Flender is not too long every day.

The time when Sharamon was not around was completely occupied by the Elf King.Well, this ancient creature that lived for more than 2000 years but was trapped in the same place for 2000 years, in some respects, can be regarded as profound, vision, uh, it is indeed "unique" to make people speechless ...

Also reading the autobiography of an epic hero, Flender pays attention to the description of magic in it, while Charamon is very interested in the social situation at that time, as for a certain elf...

'Ah, little Fran, this so-called hero who already had a dozen wives must have had unrealistic fantasies about the priestess of the temple.You see, his descriptions of all the parts of the temple combined can't compare to the description of the appearance of the priestess who is "pure, noble, and inviolable." He should really show him those women Looking like a nymphomaniac to Xiao Sai...'

'...Your Majesty, tell me something about you and Lord Samuel. 'Maybe we can find a way to quickly increase the soul synchronization rate from it.

'Actually, there is nothing to talk about. Xiao Sai and I have been adventuring all over the world. Like the protagonists of all growth stories, we fought various enemies, and then met many, many companions. We worked hard together and improved together. , and then the power gradually increased, creating countless miracles, and finally defeated the big devil Murphys together.Looking back now, it is really a passionate and inspirational youth! 'The fair elf was complacent.

Flender fantasized for a moment that his face in his previous life had a Keane-like excited expression, and couldn't help shivering.

"Your Majesty, in fact, I have always wanted to ask, compared with improving the synchronization rate of the soul through natural means like us, and directly transforming the soul to improve the compatibility between the two parties in the contract, except that the latter needs to pay some price, what effect will there be?" different? '

'Well, how should I put it, if the daily running-in of the two parties is used to improve the synchronization rate, the souls of both parties will make some changes at the same time for a better fit, and move towards a common direction, so that the souls will maintain a relatively stable state , the power of the soul will also be improved accordingly; just like Little Fran, when you increase the magic power, you also increase the power of the soul at the same time, but you don't feel it yourself. '

'However, if like my dear great-great-grandson, relying on the strength of his own soul to forcibly modify the soul of the contractor, although he can still increase his own soul power unilaterally, and even benefit more because of the high synchronization rate; but As his contractor, although he can use powerful magic power, his soul will become very unstable, and no one knows what the consequences will be.Therefore, the forced modification of the soul, in a sense, violates the principle of a win-win contract, and is prohibited by Ilari. Mi Yuyanyin bought Flender to quickly record the main idea of ​​what the Elf King said on the parchment in his hand, and then stared at the cursive characters slanting to the left on it, frowning and meditating.

"What's the matter?" Sharamon's deep voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Flender was taken aback, and then smiled, "Hey, I can't figure out something, so I have a little headache."

Softly but firmly, Sharamon pulled the parchment out of Flender's hand and placed it out of reach of his arms.Faced with Flender's surprised expression, the green-eyed general looked calmly: "Don't think about it if you can't figure it out, go out and take a look. You've been bored in the room for a long time."

Flender was a little moved, and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, and the wind blowing in seemed to carry the clean and refreshing breath of the wilderness.He tried to lift his legs, but they were a little weak, with the fatigue of being in bed for two days and not exercising, and his right arm still had a dull pain.As a result, the mage's deep-rooted habit of aversion to sports, which was inherited from thousands of years ago, began to wake up. Flender cleared his throat, and prepared to use a high-sounding reason to decline Charamon's invitation.

Sharamon could see Flender's desire and hesitation at a glance. He shook his head helplessly, bent down, and before Flender could speak, he put one hand on Flender's neck and the other around his neck She hugged him around his waist, put his legs on her arms, carefully avoided the bandage on Flender's right arm, and picked him up, "Let's go."

Although he wasn't wearing any armor, Sharamon's body still had the icy smell of steel and leather mixed with a faint, almost indistinguishable smell of sweat, which wasn't unpleasant.His chest was broad, and the warm body temperature and the slow and powerful heartbeat came through the soft azure fabric, which made people feel at ease.

Sharamon took each step very smoothly, and did not shake the injury on Flender's right arm.After many days, Flender leaned into that familiar embrace again, unconsciously in a daze, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart for a while.

'Master, hug the princess!Ah la, I didn't expect that I could see such a classic scene! ' exclaimed a certain elf in Flender's mind.

Flender suddenly came back to his senses, he coughed lightly, the Levitation Curse was cast instantly, and the wind element surrounded his body, he put his left hand on Charamon's shoulder, and with the help of the wind, he broke free from Xia Ramon's body. Ramon's arms floated to his side, standing side by side with him.

"General, I can go by myself."

Sharamon looked down at Flender's feet floating in mid-air, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly, "As you wish."

The courtyard of the General's Mansion is full of trees, and the lush green spreads in front of the eyes. During the period, a few unknown small flowers with simple and elegant colors are dotted here and there, exuding the same fresh fragrance as its appearance.The wind element here is also very active, as if it is contaminated with the breath of life, and has a spirituality that is not found elsewhere.

Flender took a deep breath, feeling inexplicably clear, "This place is really beautiful."

"Well, this is the style my mother likes. She picked the gardener and kept it."

Seeing the almost invisible nostalgic and sad expression on Sharamon's face, Flender frowned, avoiding the topic of his mother without a trace, "I also like this kind of courtyard, but almost all the buildings built by Saraman The aristocrats who started the courtyard all preferred the gorgeous style, with precious and rare flowers as the main body of the courtyard.”

"Gaston's side too." Saramon turned slightly sideways, the reflection of Flender's red hair reflected in his emerald eyes, "Salaman's information about you should only be that you are a blond-haired wind mage, If you want to go back, it's safer to keep your current hair color."

"Well, I plan to maintain the current state in the future." Flender looked back with a smile, his black eyes shining brightly.

'Ah, the beautiful general really has winks, and I also think you look better, little Fran. ' a certain elf interjected in Flender's mind very unsightly.

Flender's smile remained unchanged, and he used the powerful function of selective hearing again, "General, can you give me some of the seeds of this flower?"

"of course can."

In the Salaman Empire, the activities of the rebels revived, and small groups of troops and some noble manors were attacked by civilians from time to time.The king promulgated a new appointment, and the Lord Master Paris replaced the Duke of Ampere as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, with full responsibility for all matters of quelling the rebellion.

Everyone knows that this means that Paris is one step closer to the former Wind Wolf.The nobles began to communicate and communicate more actively with this mage who rose from the war; the bards tuned their lyres and were ready to compose a movement of praise for the newly released mage who protects the country; Under the circumstances, many supporters of Paris emerged among the common people. In the selection of "Who is the most suitable guardian of the White Rose of the Empire", Paris' popularity surpassed that of Sasha for the first time, gaining the upper hand.

In the Duke's mansion, Sasha left himself alone in the study to deal with matters related to the territory.Alice's recent physical condition is still not ideal. She has already taken sleep aid medicine and fell into a deep sleep.

There were also conflicts within the Ampere family, but because they were favored by the king before and their power was on the rise, they did not show up.But the current unfavorable situation has begun to intensify the conflicts within the family.

It's time to get rid of some people in the family. Sasha's eyes gradually darkened. It might not be a good thing to hand over those annoying civilians to Paris to deal with. He can just free up his hands and tidy up his home.

Thinking of Paris's face that was more and more similar to the wind wolf, Sasha silently clenched his fists, unable to tell whether the feeling in his heart was fear or disgust. Every time he met that face, it was as if he was caught by a pair of invisible hands. He clenched his throat and couldn't say a word.

In the conference hall last time, the last smile that Paris showed to himself appeared in front of his eyes, and Sasha felt a chill coming from the bottom of his heart.That pale face, and the curvature of the mouth, is almost like a wind wolf crawling out of the grave, smiling at himself...