The Magician of Rebirth

Since Paris took over the command of the army, he began to consciously and slowly improve the status of mages. Most of the mages who were originally deputy or vacant positions began to gradually grasp the actual power. Sasha's original cronies also began to use various excuses to transfer. .In the army, there is a faint trend of magicians and swordsmen fighting against each other. Since most swordsmen are unwilling to obey the orders of the mage who has been their adjutant, the conflict between the two sides has further intensified.

The upper-class nobles complained about Paris' behavior, but the reorganized army effectively suppressed the arrogance of the recently overactive rebel army. Several cities on the border have settled down, and several leaders of the civilian army have been arrested. Returned to justice, pressed to prison, the turbulent situation has tended to ease.

The assassination of the prince and princess has also gradually revealed its clues. With the help of Lord Paris’s incomparable wind search magic, many subtle evidences have surfaced. The foreign swordsmen disguised themselves as servants and took the opportunity to commit murder.But in any case, the truth of the case is just around the corner.

Achieving such results in a short period of time is enough to block all opposition voices. The king ordered Paris to be promoted to Earl, and the new mansion was rebuilt from the former residence of Windwolf. Every move conveyed a message——Paris is very likely to become The successor of the Wind Wolf, engraved in the history of Salaman with the noble glory of the Guardian Mage.

As Paris's status gradually became respected, the influence of the "Magic Revival" movement he advocated further expanded. Almost all comprehensive colleges began to increase the difficulty of magic teaching. While majoring in swordsmanship or alchemy, he also minored in magic.

"Almighty Ilari, your kindness makes life come, and your power makes the stars move..." Keen folded his hands and read Yilari's praise aloud with a clear and youthful voice, with a devout and sincere expression.

"Here, I promise you my humble wish." The black-haired boy's eyes widened suddenly, full of brightness and firmness, "Let Flender appear immediately!"

One second, two seconds... There was silence all around, Keane let out a long sigh, pushed aside the thick parchment under his body, and collapsed back on the bed. "Master President, if this kind of prayer is effective, Lord Paris would have died a long time ago because of your prayer." The round-faced boy lowered his voice and looked around vigilantly, with disapproval on his face.

Keane turned over, buried his face in the soft quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "But last time I just finished praying, Flender appeared! If he doesn't come back, I will be punished for my homework and exam papers." I'm crushed to death. Now I have more homework in a month than I did in a year!"

The round-faced boy frowned helplessly: "My lord, you are not the only one who is unlucky. We who learn alchemy are not having a good time recently. Professor Flavi's disappearance of Mr. Dino and the rising status of magicians threaten alchemy. Under the double blow of the status of a magician, it has turned into a super-large cannon, and anyone who offends him will be injured or disabled."

"Go to the bulletin board and post an announcement right now, requiring all members of the Prince's Support Club to pray to Ilari twice a day, and pray that His Royal Highness will return to us as soon as possible!" Keane suddenly jumped out of the quilt with a stiff expression. Resolutely, "The combined voices of all of us must be able to be heard by Ilari! By the way, inform the senior members that the curse on Paris will be added when praying in the future."

The corner of the round-faced boy's mouth twitched a few times, he stood up from the chair with a tortoise-like speed, and moved towards the door three times at a step, with resentful eyes, waiting for his chairman to change his mind.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling about, if you don't go, I'll let you help me with my magic homework!"

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The blue flames were jumping, and the icy light hit Flender's body. His focused and handsome facial features showed a sculptural texture, and the long red hair hanging by his side was dazzling as if it was about to burn.

The slender fingers moved flexibly, and amidst the hissing and licking sound of the tongue of fire, the turbid liquid slowly dripped, and several pieces of ore floating in the air gradually blended together, showing complex colors.

Flender held his breath, carefully controlled the elements and flames, raised his right hand, and poured down the special lotion. In the white smoke that suddenly evaporated, the three spells of "hardness", "windproof" and "fireproof" were added Go up and blend flawlessly.

"Little Fran, the technology has improved compared to the original soft armor!" The Elf King rested his chin and stared at the small blue drop-shaped pendant in Flender's palm, "Is it going to be given to General Beauty?" '

'kindness. Flender nodded, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, "It seems that my alchemy has not been wasted yet.Use this as a thank you gift for lending me the training ground. '

'Alas, little Fran, but you never gave me a present!Your savior friend has soft armor, and the beautiful general has a pendant...' The beautiful young man wrinkled his face depressedly, which was extremely pitiful.

Flender was slightly taken aback, then smiled helplessly, "Okay, Your Majesty, what gift do you want?" '

'I want a ring with april orchids on it. A certain elf regained his strength, and smiled and frowned, "It's about as thick as your fingers, Little Fran." '

The flame ignited again, and the light green ore was polished into a delicate petal shape by the wind blade. The fine veins on it were clearly visible, and the top of the petal was dyed slightly reddish by a special dye.

'alright. Flender let out a long breath, soothing the tense nerves he felt from controlling the elements for a long time. 'But, Your Majesty, it seems that you cannot wear a ring in your current state, right? '

'And you little Fran!Your body is my body. ' the Elf King smiled slyly,' and wore it on the fourth finger of his left hand. '

'The fourth finger of the left hand? Flender was a little surprised. The ring is generally only worn on the thumb of the left hand, which represents bravery and tenacity. 'Is there any meaning? '

'The meaning... is to represent the eternal and unchanging heart. The beautiful elf laughed even more wantonly, he also raised his left hand, and materialized an identical ring out of thin air, wearing it on the same position on his finger.

'Is it eternal? Flender lowered his eyelids slightly, with a dazed expression, "If this is really effective, I will make a few more and send them to Charamon and Keane to wear them, so that everything can be maintained now. '

'ah?No, it’s useless if you post too much! The smile froze on his face, and a certain elf jumped anxiously.

'Then just forge one for Charamon. For Keane, he needs to grow up for a while and become a little more mature. It's not good to be finalized now. ’ Flender stroked his chin, thinking quite seriously.

'No, no, no! ! '

The maid's footsteps interrupted the elf king's long speech, and she bowed respectfully, "My lord, your lunch is ready."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Flender nodded slightly, held the pendant that had just been smelted, put the ring on the position designated by the Elf King, and walked out.

The lunch in the General's Mansion has always been very sumptuous. Flender sipped the mellow wine comfortably, sighed contentedly, and began to look forward to the feast that Charamont had promised.

He was thinking about how to organize his words when he heard hurried footsteps. The green-eyed general walked towards him with hasty expression and furrowed brows. His deep facial features showed a sternness that Flender hadn't seen for many days.

"Come to my study." Sharamon glanced around the table and said briefly.

Flender felt a little uneasy, got up quickly, and quickly filtered the possible situations in his mind. Could it be that Paris came to Gaston?Impossible, if Paris is nearby, the Wind Elf King will definitely react; or is Gaston a civilian riot like Salaman?But this should have nothing to do with me...

Sharamon's study carried out the consistent tradition of layout and furnishings here, and it is very simple. There are only bookshelves, desks and chairs in the whole room, and most of the remaining space is occupied by neatly stacked books and documents. .

"You said that Paris and others should have cooperated in the last assassination incident?" Sharamon went straight to the point.

"Well, the only ones who can do it in this situation are magicians with very high mana and special talents." Flender nodded affirmatively. To cast spells without leaving any traces, one must have precise control over the elements and The special gift of being able to see elements.

"Furthermore, there is Paris's unique...magic fluctuations left there, but this kind of fluctuations should not be detectable by others." This is the trace left by the elf's spellcasting. Flender hesitated, but decided to tell part of the truth. But concealing the existence of the wind elf king in his body and the secret that he can talk to the elf king.

"Paris said that he found the real culprit, an attendant in the mansion. He used a special medicine to paralyze the nerves of His Royal Highness, but the cause of the murder has not been found out yet." Sharamon's expression became more and more indifferent, His eyes are deep.

"I don't think it's credible. If drugs were used, it's impossible for my soldiers to be completely unaware."

Flender raised the corner of his mouth thoughtfully, did something happen to Salaman?Did Paris, who wanted to put them all to death, let go and looked for another scapegoat?

"General, what do you want me to do when you come here?" Flender restrained the corners of his mouth and said seriously.

"I want to know if you have evidence that can prove the truth to the public." The general with green eyes came out from behind the desk, approached Flender, and met his gaze.

"I cannot tolerate that the murderer of His Royal Highness is still at large."

"Unfortunately." Flender lowered his head, staggering to meet Charamon's gaze, "Most of the judgments I make rely on the intuition of the magician, and there is no tangible evidence to provide."

After a long silence, Flender could feel Sharamon's sharp eyes fixed on him.The small pendant was clutched in the palm of his hand, hot from sweat and body temperature.The magic power began to flow weakly in his body, lingering on the four fingers of his left hand for a long time, causing the wind elements around his body to resonate lowly.

Flender smiled silently, raised his head, and looked straight into Charamon's eyes, his eyes were calm and calm, with implied firmness, "I am deeply sorry for this."

He could indeed serve as a witness to explain the situation to the public, but doing so would cost too much, and it was meaningless to him.

Charamon has his own insistence, but Flender also has his own principles.

He also couldn't bear to be involved in such a dispute again just for a person who had nothing to do with him, even if it was a request from Charamon.

Sharamon took a deep breath, shook his head helplessly, and softened his gaze, "I see, I will think of other ways. You don't need to feel sorry."

Immediately, he focused his gaze on Flender's clenched right hand, "What is that?"

"It's nothing. It's just a gadget for alchemy." Flender spread out his palms, and the pendant shone in his palms, "For you."