The Magician of Rebirth

The final exam was over, and Flender was in a very good mood.The major majored in magic and got No. 1, and the minor minor in alchemy made a slight mistake in the exam, the flame was not well controlled, and there was a crack in the cast augmentation dagger, ranking third.A scholarship enough for his expenses in the second half of the year is still in the account, and the business of selling potions has gradually gained a reputation after a semester of operation. Although he does not plan to expand the business, he has considerable income every month.I get along well with Keen, and I gradually get to know Jeff. The teachers appreciate me very much, and Teacher Dino often expresses concern for his study and life.Although the improvement of spells has not achieved much, the library is open to the second graders. Thinking of the rich collection of books inside, Flender would laugh out loud in his dreams.

"Flender, do you really not have a girlfriend?" The suspicious voice interrupted Flender's beautiful plan of continuing to dream about the sunset at the dormitory window. "You seem to be very happy recently."

The corner of Flender's mouth twitched, and he secretly praised Keane's keen intuition like a single-celled animal and his ability to gossip associatively as well as a tabloid reporter, and turned around calmly, with a very sincere expression: "Kean, if you go to the noble ball , will definitely be very popular." The main theme of the noble ball is gossip besides conflicts of interests...

"Speaking of girlfriends, the little swordsman who came to you last time seems to be fighting someone else for Princess Eve. What a nonsense." Although it was a complaining tone, Dino's gentle and magnetic voice still made people feel uncomfortable. It was refreshing to hear.The handsome brunette leaned against the door frame of the dormitory, silently, and even Flender didn't notice his arrival.

"Huh? Impossible! How could this kid, Jeff, take the initiative to fight with others!" Keane exploded.

"Teacher, can you take us to the duel venue? Tell us more about what happened on the way." Keen, you are still young, and a man in love can do anything.But by the way, how could that boy Jeff get involved with such an unlucky species as "princess"!Flender got up quickly and pulled up his roommate who was still in a state of shock.

Dino gave him an appreciative glance, turned around and led the way, "It seems to be for the brooch presented by the princess. I don't know the specifics. The duel is scheduled to be held on the lawn outside the swordsman training ground at four o'clock three quarters. The opponent is a high-level swordsman, and your friends seem to have little chance of winning." High-level swordsman, this is simply no chance of winning!Flender checked the height of the sun with his eyes, and couldn't help frowning—it is estimated that it is already past four and a half o'clock.

Dino's soft voice was a little more worried and persuasive: "Once the duel between swordsmen starts, no one else is allowed to intervene until one side is down, even if I am a teacher. Jeff usually I can only talk to you, go and persuade him to see if there is any other way to solve it."

At this time, Keane, who had been in a sluggish state, finally reacted.His reaction was very direct. After looking at the sun, he grabbed Flender and ran towards the sword practice field.

Caught off guard and almost falling, Flender cursed secretly. Flender reluctantly nodded to Mr. Dino to express his gratitude, and then quickened his pace, barely keeping up with Keane's speed.

Along the way, Keane's face was pale, and he was uncharacteristically silent, but his pace accelerated again and again.Seeing him like this, Flender didn't dare to disturb him, and simply added a levitation technique to himself, letting Keane drag him all the way to the lawn.

The lawn was full of spectators, and the duel had already begun.

The wind element carried the stench of blood, mixed with the sound of buzzing discussions, rushing towards his face. Flender's heart tightened, and before he could discern the useful information contained in it, he split two wind curses, and opened a gap in the crowd, to look in.

Jeff's condition was very bad. The opponents were about the same size as him, and they all took the path of heavy swords. However, it was obvious that the speed and strength of the high-level swordsmen's swords were better than his, and the angle was more tricky.Jeff was firmly suppressed and could only block with his sword, barely protecting his vitals.His shoulders, elbows and waist were all injured, and the blood dyed the blue swordsman's robe a strange purple, which was shocking; while the opponent only had a small scratch on his cheek.

Flender saw the rose-shaped brooch that triggered a bloody incident, which was pinned by Jeff on the left chest, the position closest to the heart, and probably guessed the cause and effect of the incident.The cowardly character, the foolish boy who has always been despised by everyone, for some reason, won the favor of the beautiful flower of the empire, and even gave him the brooch he carried with him.The silly boy brought out the brooch foolishly, which aroused the jealousy and anger of many young people who thought highly of themselves but pursued the princess in vain.Teenage spats can easily lead to strife, especially if the issue involves a woman.He himself felt deeply about this.Sure enough, all the princesses are devils, broom stars, troublemakers...

Keane's panting became more and more rapid, and the hand holding Flender trembled slightly, the palm was cold and wet with cold sweat.Flender subconsciously clasped it back, palms pressed against each other, fingers intertwined, conveying body temperature.

On the court, Jeff was cornered, and his wrist was paralyzed by repeated heavy blows from the opponent in the same posture. In addition, due to blood loss, his movements were much slower than before.Fortunately, the opponent's physical strength was also exhausted, and he was afraid of hurting the brooch, so he didn't dare to attack his heart with all his strength.This allowed him to encourage and support him, lingering on his last breath.

Keane was about to rush forward, but Flender grabbed his hand even harder to stop him.Even though the situation is very unfavorable, Friend feels that Jeff may not lose.

His eyes are firm and bright, like the best sword, revealing determination and indomitable progress.Flender had seen this kind of look before, it was on the battlefield, they already had an absolute advantage, but the enemy general led his remnant troops, the left wing of the imperial army that was torn apart, to break out, Flender Because of the thrilling look in his eyes, De remembered the general's name——Sharamon.

Flender firmly believed that such eyes and such belief would work miracles.

But by the looks of it, Jeff really likes that princess, it's nerve-wracking!

"Bang!" The two swords intersected again, and the strong impact caused Jeff's mouth to bleed, and the epee dropped his hand.Keene screamed loudly, clenched his hands, and his nails left deep marks on Flender's hands.

Flender tried his best to ignore the pain in his hand, stabilized his mind, closed his eyes, let the spirit and wind element merge into one, and sensed the surrounding environment, well, very good, there are no particularly powerful mages here, if there is a little manipulation , should not be found.

"It's a disgrace to your family, you are an overconfident waste, you dare to pursue Her Highness the Princess? What a joke, and you don't care how much you have!"

The voice of an arrogant and domineering boy, young, proud, and conceited, he hasn't learned what it means to pursue a victory and what it means to leave no room.Too much nonsense during an engagement is enough to give away one's own information while giving the opponent a chance to breathe and fight back.

Because the devil talks too much nonsense, the legendary heroes will always stage a Jedi counterattack in the decisive battle.However, there are always countless people going forward, following in the footsteps of countless devil villains, blinded by temporary advantages and taking it lightly, they cannot escape the fate of becoming cannon fodder.

Flender concentrated, and the elements surrounding the sword-wielder began to slowly and slightly change their trajectory.He didn't dare to use any spells and incantations, because he was worried about being discovered by others, and if the balance was broken, it would easily leave traces of spellcasting.

However, he can try to move the position of the element slightly, and add a little trouble to the swordsman without changing the balance.

There were uproars all around, and from the many noisy voices, Flender caught the rubbing sound of cloth rolling across the grass, and the sound of gasping for breath. Pull it together.

The wind elements around the epee trembled subtly between balance and imbalance, quickly piled up, and their trajectories overlapped, slightly suffocating the epee's sharp attack.

Immediately, the sound of the soles touching the grass and the air trembling sounded, and someone jumped from the grass.The smell of blood and the sound of skin tearing came at the same time.

Flender bit his lower lip tightly. Since his rebirth, he had never had such a high level of concentration that made him slightly dizzy, but in this wonderful state, he could gradually feel the trajectory of the element movement more clearly, just like a A gorgeous flower, his heartbeat seems to merge with their wonderful tremors, although he can't control too much now, but as long as he moves his mind, the elements under his control will act according to his wishes.

Flender held his breath and focused, allowing more elements to surround the feet of the high-ranking swordsman.

The next moment, he was satisfied to hear the sound of a human body colliding and then falling on the grass. The exclamation of the crowd couldn't cover up the violent rolling and short panting of the two.

Flender clearly captured the "clack" sound of his fingers pinching the bones from the many mixed voices.There was an unfamiliar coughing sound mixed with the muffled hum, and the sound of the epee falling to the ground sounded again.

Flender realized it, took back control of the elements, restrained the growing dizziness and vomiting, and opened his eyes.On the grass, Jeff lay on top of his opponent, kneeling against his chest, his eyes bloodshot, with one hand firmly around his opponent's throat until his struggle became weaker and he passed out completely.

Then, the blood-soaked winner stood up staggeringly, lowered his head, showed a pale and relieved smile, and fell to the ground.

Keane exclaimed, dragging Flender towards his scarred companion.Flender found that his complexion was not much better than that of Jeff lying on the ground...

In the medical room, Jeff's wounds were covered with thick bandages. Although there were many wounds, none of them were critical, and the wounds were not very deep.It's just that he lost a lot of blood and is still not awake.

Keane's face also returned to color, but he remained silent and did not let go of Flender's hand.

Flender's left hand was covered with heat, and he wanted to withdraw it, but felt embarrassed.Flender looked at his roommate who was still paralyzed, and sighed softly.This guy must have been frightened stupid, he has been acting weird all the time, it's really unaccustomed to him.It is a pity that the wind wolf, no matter in the previous life or in this life, is always comforting the incompetent star...

When he was struggling, Keane's voice sounded softly: "When I was young, there was an older brother in my neighbor's house who was 7 years older than me. He died during the duel." Flender was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question.

"I have always been taken care of by him. He is a very talented magician, unlike me, a half-baked guy, but no matter how powerful a wizard is, he can't duel with a swordsman. It's no different from going to death!"

"There is only this one son in their family, and the whole family is very sad, and the aunt almost went crazy! I still don't understand..." Keen buried his face in the wide material of the mage's robe, his voice became muffled, "Why? There is such a thing as a duel, why does Little Jeff want to do this kind of thing..."

Flender imitated Dino's movements and rubbed Kean's fluffy head hesitantly.He was an orphan in both lives, and he was not used to being too close to others, so he couldn't fully understand Keane's feelings and mood at this time.Although he was impatient to coax the children, Kean's current state somehow made him feel very uncomfortable.

Flender tried his best to search his guts, and recalled the content in the "Duel Guide" "Duel is the last resort because the conflict between the two sides is difficult to reconcile. Of course, there are also many duels caused by temporary anger or even deliberate provocation. But, usually In other words, the party that does not accept the duel will be considered cowardly and ridiculed. There are many factors that cause conflicts..." At this point, Flender couldn't help but abandon the content of the book and added My own personal experience and true feelings "The most troublesome factor is women!" Thinking of the countless disputes he had with Sasha because of Elise in his previous life, Flender was quite depressed.

"Just like what happened to Jeff today, Princess Eve gave Jeff the brooch, showing her special regard for him. And the other suitors of the princess will naturally be jealous or even unfair. If Jeff is a high-level swordsman Or the great sword master, this matter may be exposed, and everyone will talk about him behind his back at most to vent."

"However, Jeff is only a mid-level swordsman. Therefore, today's incident can be regarded as they are using the name of a duel to deal with this enviable kid." Flender slowly raised the corners of his lips.

"It's very sad to have a certain enviable treasure without the tyrannical strength to match it." Flender continued to stroke Kean's black hair lightly. Although it looked messy, it was unexpectedly soft.

"Among the 'treasures' in the eyes of many teenagers, the favor of a woman is the least valuable item. Whether it is a young lady or a lady, most of them are willing to flirt with many men at the same time on certain occasions, such as a ball It is their specialty and the only adjustment to their monotonous life. And in the resulting disputes, even duels, they will always keep a proper silence. After all, these proofs that make them attractive can be admired at the reception. negotiating resources."

"It may be a bit biased to say this, but it is hard to have the so-called eternity of feelings. A duelist like Jeff who still fights for love in front of a powerful opponent..." Flender looked down at the wrapped up like a mummy , but the little swordsman with a calm expression had a somewhat complicated expression, "I have to say, there is an admirable innocence! It can be seen that Jeff really likes His Royal Highness Eve. In fact, to be liked by such a guy, It's a very lucky thing!" Ah, are all princesses troublemakers who are favored by the god of fate?

Keane was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head, "Although I don't fully understand what you mean, but I feel much better." He looked at the darkening sky, "Flender, let's go back..."

"Okay..." But why don't you let go?Isn't it much better already...

But what Flender didn't know was that after that day, the president of the Prince's Support Club promulgated many decrees to reform and innovate, allowing the scale of the support club to rapidly expand and enter a golden period of development.One of the decrees is that all members of the support club will send love letters to His Royal Highness in the future, and they must be handed over to the president, and then handed over to His Royal Highness at an "appropriate time".Violators will be dismissed from the group.And all voices of opposition were suppressed under the president's iron-blooded rule.

It is precisely because of the rapid development of the support club, the large number of members, and the rapidly expanding power that Flender did not receive a single love letter during his school days, which made him very depressed...