The Magician of Rebirth

"Brother, the current situation doesn't seem very good." Moya tried to stand on tiptoe, looking at the prophecy ball placed on the table almost as high as him.

"Has Moya been able to understand such a prophecy?" Dino looked away from the crystal ball in front of him, bent down, and hugged the little boy who was struggling to lift his neck to his lap, showing a gratified expression. smile.

"Well, it's ready." Moya nodded earnestly, "The disaster that represents black is approaching, the green that symbolizes change is about to be surrounded and swallowed, the silver that symbolizes opportunity remains silent, and the red flame that represents death is about to ignite. Purple has unknown powers that can change the situation, but it's not stable enough...it's a terrible future."

"More than that, Moya. A truly excellent prophet must not only know how to interpret the meaning of various colors, but also pay attention to the trend of color changes." The brown-haired young man has gentle eyes, "Look carefully, silver and purple are approaching , to breed a white light that symbolizes resistance in the black... As long as our green color can meet with silver and purple before it completely disappears, and induce the power that belongs to white, then victory is destined to belong to us."

"Then how can it blend with silver and purple?" Moya frowned like a little adult.

"You need to rely on the strength of your elder sister Sandra." Dino gently combed Moya's hair with his hands, his slender and dexterous fingers ran across the soft brown short hair, and there was worry and expectation in his warm brown eyes At the same time, it slowly settled down, "We can only pray now, and hope everything goes well."

Moya stared blankly at the crystal ball whose color was constantly changing, "Hey, brother, if we fail, will we be treated as sinners of the empire, demagogues, just like Mom and Dad? And then burned to death?"

Dino's body shook suddenly, pain and worry appeared on his face at the same time, "Moya, do you remember? What happened back then..."

"Well, I dreamed yesterday that my parents were tied to the pillars, and... the scene when my brother and I were separated." Moya turned around, straddled Dino's lap, raised his face Come, "Brother, will we be burned too?"

Dino stared blankly at Moya's immature face, then suddenly lowered his head and hugged him tightly, with his chin resting on the child's shoulder, "No more, Moya, no matter what the price, I won't Will put you through something like this again... We will win, we will definitely win..."

Moya raised his hand, patted Dino's shoulder lightly, and showed a smile where the prophet could not see.

"Moya, I think I need to borrow your strength temporarily." After a long time, Dino finally let go of his arms, his brows slightly frowned, "Are you carrying the crystal ball that your father left you now?"

The brown-haired child pointed to another table, "It's placed there. Whose fate does brother want to predict?"

Dino opened the hidden compartment in the table and took out a small package, "This is what I got from Paris. It's the hair and blood of nobles who may have a major impact on the current situation. In terms of quantity, the raw materials should be More than enough. There are 13 people in total, it might be hard...please."

"I'll do it now." Moya jumped off Dino's lap nimbly, and pouted at him dissatisfiedly, "Brother, don't talk to me in such a polite tone to outsiders, I don't like it listen."

"Ah, I'm so sorry." Dino apologized reflexively, and then covered his mouth hastily under Moya's increasingly dissatisfied eyes, showing a somewhat shy smile.

At the same time, the other palm brushed against the top of the child's head, turning his head in the direction where the prophecy ball shrank with gentle force.

"Hurry up and do something," eyes full of gentle smiles, as warm as the sunshine in March, "little devil."

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"Excuse me." Flender looked around at the familiar furnishings, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up in a happy arc.He originally thought that the design style of the villa to be built in Wharton City would be different from that of the main residence of the General's Mansion, but he did not expect that it would be exactly the same.However, this can be regarded as Charamon's style.

"You are Welcome."

The atmosphere fell silent, and Flender took a deep breath, trying to find a topic, "I didn't expect that Keen and Phil would hit it off so much, and it would make that guy who was originally eager to return to his house willing to live in his house for a while before he returned home." Walk."

"As it should, their personalities are alike."

Silence fell again, and Flender was a little at a loss.After saying "I know" in the market, his heart was not only joy but also a little uneasy; did Charamont mean the same as his?Or would he have misunderstood the meaning, this sentence only means literally... The current state is completely beyond the scope of his understanding and cognition.

Although the experience at various receptions made Fenglang very good at handling the relationship with ladies and ladies, so that he can easily deal with all kinds of so-called admiration mixed with conflicts of interest and so-called love with other plans, and his methods are calm , personable.But in fact, Flender has only had a serious relationship once in his two lifetimes, and the object of his pursuit is someone who is not easy to provoke... Really, he is inexperienced!

"Then you take a rest first, and have dinner together later." Sharamon nodded to him, opened the door and walked out.

The red-haired boy sighed silently, relaxed his whole body, and fell back on the soft bed.Emotional problems caused him more headaches than the most profound soul magic.Before that, there seemed to be a potential tacit understanding between him and Sharamon when they were doing things together.But this time, he wasn't sure whether he understood the other party's true thoughts and intentions...

Moreover, the Elven King, who had been silent since then, also made him a little concerned. 'Little Fran, don't think too much, the feelings of friends and lovers are different. '

"Also, I read your memory, the thing between you and that duke back then was not so much a love affair as a one-sided pursuit..." The beautiful young man frowned, changed his posture, and held his hand Lie on your back with a pillow under the back of your head. 'Besides, your pursuit has failed miserably! '

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Flender was taken aback by the elf king's sudden words, but he was quietly relieved and half relieved by the same tone as before.

'True love is a matter between two people, and the mutual pursuit and interaction of both parties should promote the warming of the relationship.During this process, mutual speculation, temptation, and hints are all normal behaviors.And no matter how rich your life experience is and how powerful your strength is, during this period of time, there will always be feelings of uneasiness, uneasiness and expectation in your heart, but some people hide it better. 'A certain elf curled his lips helplessly.

'Really?This passage sounds so familiar..." The corner of Flender's mouth twitched, "it seems to be a certain psychological description in your novel..."

'Cough, no matter what, anyway, little Fran, you have made it clear enough before, so what you should do now is to obediently wait for your further response from General Beauty, if he also has the intention in this regard. A certain elf cleared his throat, decisively ignored Flender's question, and came to a conclusion.

'It can only be the. Flender smiled and shook his head, and took out the soul stone wrapped by himself from the special box.The red stone sleeps peacefully in the white palm of the young magician, and with the change of the angle of sight, the luster flows, enchanting, "The most urgent task now is to improve one's own strength, the water magician lady and the people behind her represent Power, makes me feel less at ease. '

'This is just like you, a self-motivated academic boy. The Elf King nodded and smiled in relief, "Let's begin!" '

Under Flender's urging, the soul stone radiated red light...

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"Did you do training again just now?" The man with green eyes frowned slightly.

"Well, I did it a little bit." The red-haired boy tried his best to look refreshed, but the eyelids that were fighting up and down went against the owner's wishes and actively moved closer together. One after another shallow scratches were left on the beef.

It is indeed the crystallization of the soul handed down from the ancient demon king. If you want to precisely manipulate the power in it and cast spells whose power can be freely controlled, even Flender will find it very difficult.

The elf king in his mind also bears a heavier burden than him because of the strong resentment towards the elves in Mufis' soul.At the end of the training, because of lack of physical strength, he simply fell into a deep sleep.This is the first time Flender saw him when he was asleep: the quiet side face, the slightly frowned brows, and the gently undulating chest, completely absent from the usual arrogant and noisy appearance, but more like those in the legend. A slender and sensitive elf, her brows are always shrouded in lingering sadness.

'Sweet dreams, Your Majesty. Friend silently said good night in his heart.

While he was in a daze, Charamon suddenly reached out his hand, easily snatched the knife and plate from Flender's hand, and moved them in front of him. , The action is skillfully cut.

With a tough side profile, straight shoulders, and quiet and sharp eyes, if you wear armor, you will definitely make the enemy fearful on the battlefield; but now, those strong hands that have been holding the sword are doing this for themselves. trivial matter.Flender pursed his lips, and something in his heart softened.

The knife swiped smoothly, not gracefully, but very quickly.The steak, which could have been called appalling, was divided into regular and even small pieces, and then pushed back in front of Flender.

"Hurry up and finish eating, and then go to rest." The deep and pleasant male voice, which can't be called gentle, made the tired magician couldn't help showing a bright smile, and all the remaining troubles and frustrations were swept away.

When he traveled here in his previous life, he had learned about Gaston's customs.Unlike Salaman, here, although good friends can share food, the behavior of "preparing meals for you" like this only happens between close lovers.

"En." Flender smiled and nodded, gently picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, chewing carefully.His taste buds suddenly became extremely sensitive, and he could clearly feel every inch of the delicate mechanism in the steak, every drop of rich soup.

As expected of the chef of the General's Mansion, his craftsmanship is really superb.

"Sharamon, shall we have steak tomorrow night? This is delicious."

"Ok."