The Magician of Rebirth

Versailles Cathedral, where the Wind Wolf held his funeral.In the middle of the church stands a tall statue of Ilari, with his palms intertwined and wrapped around his chest, his eyes slightly closed, looking down at all living beings.The dim sunlight smudged down from the only window, illuminating a small piece of floor tiles, and even the mottled cracks on it were clearly visible.

This is the only light in the entire church. Through the tall window lattice, it is connected to the sky, as if leading to the place where Ilari exists.

Sasha recalled the last time he saw the wind wolf. The beautiful young man was sleeping quietly in the coffin. Lead his spirit back to the embrace of Ilari.

Sasha Ampere unconsciously approached the light source slowly.He let go of his right hand that had been holding the hilt of the sword, and stretched it out into the sunlight, where the blue blood vessels and thick calluses at the joints were fully visible.

The long scar on the back of the hand, the scar that couldn't be completely removed even if the best nurse in the capital of Salaman was hired, and the sky-high medicines were used, under such light, there was nothing to hide.

This is the scar left by traveling with the wind wolf when he was a teenager.

Not far from here, in the Shi Rui family's residence, a routine reception among the nobles was being held, and there was a lot of noise.The protagonist of the banquet is of course the newly promoted mage protecting the country, the successor of the wind wolf, and the single mage Paris.He was surrounded by many aristocrats trying to cling to relationships and make covenants in the center of the reception, and countless noble ladies who waved feather fans and covered their mouths with smiles surrounded him, trying their best to show their charm without any trace, hoping to get this The favor of a promising mage.

Everything is as if the scene from that year has reappeared.He also came back from the battlefield with blood, and also experienced a war so brutal that he could not imagine, but Flender had the title of "Wind Wolf", became the commander of the army, and was the object of worship of countless nobles and civilians; but he I can only stand aside, as one of the candidates who have not yet inherited the family, watching my friend become the focus of everyone's attention, and enduring the obvious differences in attitudes towards them...

As a result, unwillingness and anger accumulated day by day, until one day, the long sword pierced through the flesh, and the dark red blood stained the black mage robe, and there was that helpless look in his eyes that seemed to predict everything... Sasha covered his face in pain Pressing his forehead, he knelt down on one knee, unwilling to continue to remember.

Fear was mixed with some other inexplicable emotions, sweeping from the deepest part of the soul, like an invisible hand, grabbing his heart tightly.

The familiar reception, the church where the wind wolf is buried, the two are wonderfully combined, and the past that he tried to forget is like a sea wave, sweeping back.

Now, Iris and other nobles are not present. The man who took off the mask of Duke Ampere, the murderer who killed his former best friend and lover, knelt in front of the statue of Ilari, silently clenched his hands, his body Trembling slightly because of too strong emotions.

"Are you praying? My lord, Your Majesty, Your Excellency?" The soft and elegant voice gradually approached as the speaker moved, and the ending was deliberately protracted and accentuated, making the originally impeccable etiquette The language carried a somewhat imperceptible provocative taste.

The beautiful face with beautiful features, which is favored by Ilari, has a warm smile; the soft robe embroidered with delicate and complicated bauhinia patterns brushes the ground as lightly as feathers; the mage's staff engraved with the coat of arms of the Salaman Empire , contains strong wind magic power, refracting dazzling light in the sun.The figure of Paris gradually appeared from the dim background of the church door, and for a moment, Sasha once again had the illusion that the wind wolf was walking towards him.

This illusion made his heart almost freeze, and his breathing stopped for a second or two.

Sasha collected himself, forced himself to suppress the indescribable emotions that were churning in his heart, stood up slowly, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to his usual aristocratic indifference and arrogance: "Dear Master Mage, in How could you have time to come to the church at this time? This makes me wonder whether it is the lack of hospitality from Xi Rui's family that made you leave early at such an important reception."

Paris was silent for a while, then suddenly leaned his cheek against the side of the staff, and the arc of the corners of his lips was raised a little bit, which made the smile that was originally polite suddenly brightened, and even brought a little intimacy, "Because the reception It's boring, but it's more fun with you."

Same answer as Wind Wolf, similar expression to Wind Wolf.

Sasha's pupils dilated suddenly, and his body tensed up, as if he wanted to lean forward to confirm the person in front of him, and at the same time, he seemed to want to retreat involuntarily because of fear.

After a long time, a calm but trembling voice sounded: "Your Excellency, I don't understand what you mean."

"Please don't pay attention." Paris withdrew the smile on the corner of his mouth, and resumed his usual expression on weekdays, his eyes were unfathomable: "It was just a harmless little joke, if I offended you, then I am very sorry. Really The reason is that the reception is over."

Sasha pursed the corners of her mouth, her well-maintained hands were bulging with blue veins from too much force.The strong impulse in his heart was clamoring, let himself grab the other party's collar, and asked him what was his relationship with Fenglang, why did he have a face similar to Fenglang, and why he knew the conversation between himself and Fenglang; but reason suppressed him , so that he can only be entangled in vain by the nightmare of the past, but he dare not really ask for proof.

"Your Excellency, do you know? Among all living beings, Ilari loves humans the most, and bestows us with incomparable power and wisdom. But, among humans, the magician who has inherited magical spells, He is his real favorite." Paris stepped forward to Sasha, stood side by side with him, spread out his right hand, and gathered a group of pure wind elements in his palm, "As for the mage with excellent talent, it is even more profound. An object favored by the gods."

"So?" Gazing at the mysterious power in the opponent's palm, Sasha retracted his right hand to the hilt of his waist, his voice low and threatening.

"So, if it is the murderer who killed Ilari's favorite child, even if he repents, he will not be forgiven, because this is an unforgivable sin." Paris raised an unpredictable smile and turned his head Go, look at Sasha's face with a changed expression, and his voice is soft and ambiguous: "You think so too, duke, lord, lord, lord?"

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Elderwood balance sticks are very flexible and strong, and have a certain effect on spell enhancement. Although the effect is not as good as a dedicated staff, it is very suitable for mages to carry around in terms of weight alone. It is a must-have for travel and home best choice.

Of course, the premise is that you can't look at its price.

"So, this thing is roughly equivalent to [-] blood-enriching potions, [-] hallucinogenic potions, or [-] stamina recovery potions, which is my half-year work income." Flender gritted his teeth and smiled, slender His fingers gently rubbed along the delicate grain of elderberry.

"Oh, are you a potion merchant? It's a pleasure to meet you." The bald boss in his fifties smiled amiably, and his expression remained unchanged: "However, there is no way to compare the prices of potions and weapons. Medicine is a one-time temporary lover, but a weapon is a lifelong companion!"

"Little Fran, aura, aura, aura is the most important thing at this time," the Elf King held his chin and gave technical guidance with interest.

'Thank you for your reminder, Your Majesty, but I have enough experience with this kind of thing. ’ Flender responded calmly.

"This is the first time I've heard this kind of statement." The red-haired boy's lips widened, his eyes narrowed, his smile became brighter, and the background was filled with darkness, "However, as far as I know, elderberry is not a What a rare material. The price of this finished product must be at least five times higher than the raw material? This price is enough to buy a girl as a wife from a human trafficker in Elas!"

"You can't say that. The decoration of weapons and the makeup of women are the same. How can a commoner girl in rough cloth and a lady in a dress from a noble lord's family have the same price? The things I have here are all in the Cross Valley. True dwarf craftsmanship, you see, this pattern..."

"If it's really the work of a dwarf, I'm sorry, but there seems to be some doubts about the details! This streamlined design and the matching of trims are more like a salad than Cross's. Mann's style. As for this place, the place that was deliberately erased should have been the logo of a certain workshop before."

Flender took a step forward, pointing to the wear mark on the side of the long stick that had almost completely merged with the grain of the elderberry. The place of production seems to be not too close to the Cross Valley, and the shipping cost alone is more than this figure. Am I wrong, boss?" "This, this..." The expression was a little stiff.

"Although I don't deny that the workmanship of this long balancing stick is really good, but cheating customers is not the choice a good businessman should make. You must know that reputation is often more important than short-term interests. You should be very clear about this, right? "

"Yes, yes..." The smile was even more unnatural.

"It's so imposing..."

"Yeah, I really know how to bargain..."

Kean and Phil stood five steps away from Flender, poking their heads and whispering, their eyes full of reverence.

'Alas, little Fran, well done!Complete victory! 'The handsome youth rejoiced.

Saramon looked helplessly at Flender's rarely concealed complacent expression, sighed silently, his eyes softened unconsciously, and he put his hand into the purse at his waist.

"Guest, then make a price." The bald boss rolled up his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I'm going to pay the original price..." Flender dragged his voice, and was satisfied to see the other party's expression full of joy for a moment, "one-third of..."

"...This is too much! The cost price is more than this!" He retorted fiercely.

Flender stretched out his slender index finger, which was favored by Ilari, and shook it twice in front of his face. "I have done a good job of calculating the cost price. Adding in the shipping fee, maintenance fee and various miscellaneous expenses, this price should be just a little more than the cost price! Customers who have been deceived always need some psychological compensation..."

"But..." The kind smile had completely disappeared, and was replaced by a twisted and tangled face that couldn't express the pain.

"very scary……"

"Well, it's even cheaper than my sister and my mother! It's the first time I've seen the owner of this store be forced to such a point..." Phil and Keane took two steps back at the same time, their eyes changed from reverence to Rising to awe.

"How about the half price?" A deep voice sounded, and Sharamon pressed a few gold coins on the table.

"Okay, okay." The slight hesitation of the owner of the weapon shop disappeared immediately after seeing Flender as if he was about to speak. He grabbed the gold coins on the table as if he was afraid that Sharamon would regret it.

"Aren't you going to pick some other things? Like protective equipment?" Sharamon lowered his head and softly asked Flender, who still had a somewhat unwilling expression on his face.

"Forget it, I don't have anything I like." The red-haired boy walked out of the weapon shop first, holding the newly acquired balance stick, under the eyes of the boss who was amnesty.

"But we still want to go shopping here again." Phil muttered in a low voice.

"Then keep watching, I'll go out for a while first." With a gentle tone and a standard princely smile.

'Little Fran, is that all right?I feel that there are a few small things in that store that look good. "A certain elf also had an unwilling expression on his face, strikingly similar to his contractor.

'Well, I have studied their structure just now, if I go back, I can buy some materials and try to smelt them myself. ’ Flender raised the corners of his lips slightly.

The knocking sound of the boots and the ground was clear and steady, coming from behind.

Flender lowered his eyes slightly, turned around and stood still, looking at the figure walking towards him against the light.

"Are you planning to smelt armor yourself?"

"Well, that's right."

"There should be a commodity area selling raw materials in the south."

"En...Sharamon," Flender took a deep breath, looked straight into those blue eyes, and called out his name clearly in front of Sharamon for the first time.

"what's up."

"Let me also smelt your armor in the future, I will seriously hone my alchemy!" These weapon dealers seem very unreliable, and the price is ridiculously expensive...

"Ah, okay." Warm palms gently covered the young mage's slightly thin shoulders, "Please."