The Magician of Rebirth

"The spells of 'windproof', 'fireproof' and 'hardness' are added to it. Among them, the spell of 'windproof' is an improved version that perfectly fits the fluctuation of Paris' magic power. If you really face him one day, probably It can serve as a little bit of protection.”

Flender glanced at the bracer on Charamon's left wrist, and swallowed back the words "If you are in trouble, let someone come to me with this pendant" that was about to blurt out.Not to mention that this possibility is very slim and it is difficult for Sharamon's soldiers to find him. Even if an accident happened to Sharamon, he will definitely receive the news. There is no need to make such a promise like echoing what he said before. .

Slender and warm fingers slid across Flender's palm, and the contact with the skin caused a slight tremor.The green-eyed general lowered his head slightly, dissipating the cold breath just now, and Flender's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes, "Thank you very much, I like it very much."

In the dark basement, the light yellow smoke from potion refining was slowly transpiring, making everything hazy and unreal.

"Your Excellency, I am not sure that I can control the army now. Even the magicians are mostly the old troops of the Wind Wolf. I still need more support. I hope you can understand." Paris bowed slightly with a sincere expression.

The brown-haired young man didn't say a word, his eyes were focused on the crystal ball in his hand. With the movement of his fingers, the light and shadow on it changed, and the chaotic scene passed by quickly.

The strange silence made Paris feel the embarrassment and anger of being ignored. He restrained the unhappiness welling up in his heart, and tried his best to maintain a smiling expression and respectful etiquette.

"My lord, but the patience during this time has severely damaged the confidence of most of our team members." Dino withdrew his gaze and bowed slightly to Paris with a gentle expression, but his eyes did not bring any smile, "30 days, this time It's the deadline. After 30 days, I very much hope that you will be able to fulfill your promise by then."

Paris clenched his fists suddenly, and then slowly loosened them. His expression remained unchanged, and his smile was still elegant: "Your Excellency, in the name of Ilari, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

"I'm looking forward to this very much. Thank you for your help." Dino stood up with a smile, and watched Paris's slender figure walking towards the door with the slow and reserved steps unique to nobles.

After his figure completely disappeared, Dino looked helplessly at the chaotic wind elements reflected by the crystal ball. "Moya, it seems that Master Paris is really angry this time."

"It's good if he is angry. Aren't you doing this to terminate the cooperation with Master Paris, chief, leader, master?" The voice of a young child with a smile, a seven or eight-year-old brown-haired boy The child walked out of the corner holding a crystal ball that was the same as Dino's.He was wearing a baggy robe that was clearly ill-fitting, the sleeves so long that they almost fell to the floor.

"Don't wear my clothes casually." The helplessness on Dino's face increased a little, he stepped forward and knelt down, and helped him roll up his sleeves to his wrists layer by layer, "Paris' soul has been corroded beyond It’s out of my imagination. It’s too risky to continue working together, and it’s the best choice to stop now. Also, remember to call me brother, Moya.” Mi Yuzheyin bought, “But I want to grow up quickly. "Moya tilted his head slightly, blinked his eyes, and smiled innocently, "My brother is very gentle to everyone. No wonder sister Sandra said that my brother's temper is most suitable for being a teacher in the apprentice class, and taking care of those who are as troublesome as me child."

Dino helped Moya roll up his sleeves, and pinched the boy's delicate nose. A weak smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips, "Don't listen to Sandra's nonsense, Moya is still very good. I will see you next time." The one who is really troublesome is the 'kid'..."

"What? You want me to leave school now? It's absolutely impossible!" Keane barked his teeth and roared loudly. "If I leave now, won't Flender be able to see me when he comes back? The affairs of the support club will also be messed up! Don't make such an idea as soon as possible!"

Dino restrained the urge to cover his ears, and used the persuasive tone he used to persuade Keane to give up swordsmanship and switch to magic: "Salaman is no longer safe, and the situation will definitely be more turbulent in the short term. You should also have Have you noticed it, Keane, the current brief calm is just the prelude to the peace before the war. Duke Ampere will not tolerate Paris' position in the army over him for a long time. Whether it is for yourself or your support group , leaving is the best choice.”

"However, my parents are still in Salaman! How can you just leave?" Keen still looked excited, "And, why do you want me to leave so much? It can't be..."

Dino was slightly taken aback.

"Do you want to prevent me from meeting Flender?" Keane looked suspicious, and then his expression became more and more determined, watching Dino with vigilant eyes.

"How?" Dino sighed softly, "Actually, the reason I sent you to Gaston is that I hope you can meet Flender there. I will send someone to take care of your parents and settle them down. Don't worry."

"Flender is in Gaston? Why would he go there?" Keane took a step forward, habitually approaching the hilt of his sword, his eyes slightly narrowed, "What do you want me to do with Flender?"

"Nothing, I just hope that he will not become hostile to the rebels. Don't be nervous. I won't force him to join." Dino looked at the black-haired boy who suddenly turned into a hedgehog, and sighed slightly for his protection of his friends. He infinitely misses Flender's calm, polite and sensible qualities, "If I'm not mistaken, Flender should have been with General Gaston for a while."

In a rare moment of leisure after lunch, Charamon was once again processing official documents in Flender's room. The smell of ink mixed with parchment made people feel peaceful.

Flender, who had been tortured by the Elf King all morning, leaned on the soft mattress and closed his eyes to rest his mind, recovering his overdrawn physical strength and magic power.

The April orchids in the courtyard are blooming luxuriantly, and the fresh fragrance spreads into the house through the windows, just like the benevolent eyes of Ilari, brushing away people's fatigue and pain, and bringing new hope.

'Ah, little Fran, the place where we're going to live must be full of Aprilia. 'A certain elf closed his eyes with a look of intoxication.

'Your Majesty, I don't want to live among the flowers, and I may not be able to keep such flowers alive. Flender stretched out his hands weakly and rubbed the sore muscles, he was quite envious of the Elven King's still radiant and full of energy.

'You can ask General Beauty for advice.His family's Siyuelan looks really good.From this point of view alone, he should be a person who always has a positive attitude towards life.April Lan is very sensitive to the fluctuation of the soul. '

'This can only show that the gardener here is a person who always has a positive attitude towards life, Your Majesty. ’ Flender raised the corner of his mouth slightly, “But Charamon was probably a cheerful person before. '

In the travel notes from 12 years ago, although there are only three places marked in detail, "Valley of the Hurricane", "Muffet's Tooth", and "Village of the Dead", but through the old and new pages and the traces of folding, and It is not difficult to judge that although the Sharamon back then had already possessed the rudimentary form that is now thoughtful, he was also a young man with a curiosity-seeking and adventurous mentality.

Time is a magical thing.

Just as no one could have imagined that the child who cried in fear in the hut next to the cemetery would become the most famous mage in Salaman in the future.

There are too many variables in life, and even the most outstanding prophets in ancient times cannot determine a person's fate with [-]% certainty.The future is unpredictable.

Flender turned his head slightly, and saw Charamon's tall and straight back through the bed curtain.The parchment rolls around him were piled up so high that they looked like a mountain, blocking his side and blocking his sight.

'Your Majesty, Charamon is working hard every day. Friend lowered his eyelashes slightly, not looking at those heavy documents. 'I also came here in the same way back then, and it was really an unbearable day to look back on. '

'So, little Fran, you should feel lucky, thanks to the mysterious law of rebirth, you are out of the sea of ​​suffering.I live a leisurely life of eating, sleeping, exercising, viewing flowers, and chatting every day, and all kinds of magical encounters are just around the corner...'

' Indeed, Ilari should be praised for his kindness. ’ Flender clasped his hands together in front of his chest.The warm sunshine illuminated his face, and he strengthened his belief once again—those days of heavy responsibilities are gone, and he doesn't want to have any kind of intersection with them.

'Well, don't pray. The beautiful young man interrupted Flender's prayer, "Young Flender, you have been hurting the spring and autumn since the quarrel with the beautiful general just now, and the past, future, and time are too inconsistent with your usual style. ! '

The corner of Flender's mouth twitched, "Then, Your Majesty, according to my style, what should I do?" '

"You should first make a sharp evaluation of General Beauty's senseless chivalry that is loyal to His Royal Highness, and then put this matter behind you, seriously think about improving the synchronization rate, or leave immediately for the training ground Train well, fully squeeze out the remaining value of the venue provided by General Beauty, and compensate for the loss of raw materials and time caused by refining the pendant. The beautiful young man slightly raised the corners of his mouth, vividly reproducing Flender's usual expression on weekdays.

'Then let's go to the training ground now. Flender jumped out of bed nimbly, showing a smile similar to that of the Elven King, but saw that Charamon had already processed the documents and was carefully wiping the scabbard.

"General, are you going to the training ground now?"

"En." Sharamon raised his head, his blue eyes reflected the cold light of weapons, adding a bit of sharpness to the original profound facial features.

Flender suddenly had a bold idea, "I wonder if I have the honor of fighting against you?"

"Want me to help you train?"

"It's not training, it's a real fight. Let's all familiarize ourselves with the way of fighting different professionals."

Sharamon stared at him for two seconds, then nodded slowly, "Although magicians do not have an advantage in close combat, out of respect for you, I will not hold back."