The Magician of Rebirth

"Flender..." Contrary to Flender's expectation, Keane did not greet him with a warm hug as usual, but pursed his lips tightly, his expression unprecedentedly serious and determined.

"what happened?"

"I heard from the general that you will stay in Gaston."

"En." Flender nodded.

"But I can't stay with you anymore, I want to go back to Salaman, although it is very dangerous there now." Keen took a deep breath, "Escape is not what a swordsman should do. Moreover, I want to officially join Rebels!"

Flender was shocked in his heart, but he barely restrained his urge to rush forward to ask the reason, kept his facial expression calm, and signaled him to continue talking with his eyes.

"Although I don't like Teacher Dino, I hate nobles even more. My parents are just ordinary civilians, and life at home is very hard. After knowing that I have a talent for magic, they are very happy to send me to this school, hoping that I can After graduation, I can become an aristocrat and change the family situation. But I absolutely have no choice, and I don’t want to become a cold, selfish person like those aristocrats... Besides, Jeff’s hatred can’t be forgotten like that!”

The black-eyed boy clenched his fists, his eyes bright and firm, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, "I've thought a lot recently, although I still don't fully understand the meaning of what Teacher Dino said, but if the victory of the rebel army can punish Pa Reese, if Salaman has no nobles, I am very willing to be a part of them!"

Flender opened his mouth, but the voice was choked in his throat, making it difficult to utter.He did know that what Teacher Dino said was not so much a promise as a temptation, a temptation to encourage and attract others to gather around him and fight for him.After all, true equality cannot exist, and even without the aristocracy, there will be a new privileged class.

However, the boy's eyes full of fighting spirit made him unable to say anything to stop him.He believed that this must be a decision that Keane finally made after thinking for a long time. The wind wolf once had a period of idealism like him.

No one has the right to use all kinds of so-called excuses to stop the dreams of teenagers. Everyone's path is chosen by themselves, which is also the only way to grow.

So, all he can do now is...

"Then, come on, Keen, do what you think is right." The red-haired boy opened his arms and hugged his best friend, "But, you must be careful, you must come back alive."

Keane stayed for two seconds, then hugged Flender back in a daze, and said haha ​​uneasily, "Well, it's not as serious as what you said, I have been on the battlefield and have experience. And didn't Mr. Dino say that Well, I am a person who will become a hero, I cannot die easily..."

A certain elf snickered triumphantly in Flender's mind, with an expression of "as expected".The corner of Flender's mouth twitched, and he raised his head, "It's better not to believe what Teacher Dino said."

What responded to him was Keane's trademark silly smile.

"Forget it." Flender shook his head helplessly, took out a thumb-sized crystal ball from the wide sleeve of his robe, and handed it to his black-haired companion: "Kean, if one day, you find that what you are after If there is a gap between what you said and what you originally imagined, if you need a listener, or if there is something you can't solve by yourself, use this to contact me."

"Most, the latest communicator?! The one with [-] gold coins?"

"It's an imitation."

"It's amazing, as expected of a prince!"

"..."

"Then I'm leaving, Flender, you have to take care of yourself." The black-haired boy turned and walked out.

"En. Farewell, my... first... friend." The last few words blurred between his lips, and Flender lowered his eyes slightly, "May Ilari bless you."

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"Sharamon, how is the training of the recruits of the Light Cavalry Battalion?"

"Basic training has been completed, but they are not familiar enough with the formation and lack formal combat experience."

"Where is that Salaman's mage? Are you interested in joining Gaston now?"

"He expressed his willingness to fight this time, Your Majesty."

"This time? Does that mean he has no long-term plans to serve Gaston?" The man wearing the crown slowly stepped down from the throne and looked down at Charamon, who was kneeling on the ground from a height.

"...Yes." After a short silence, there was an unusually positive answer.

"Sharamon, I got an interesting information from the lady from Salaman. It seems that my son's death is related to the protector of the country in Salaman, and you have met him alone. But, what you said Is there any reason why these things are not stated in the submitted report?"

Sharamon clenched his hands, "I had similar speculations about the cause of His Royal Highness's death before, but because there is no evidence, I don't want to bother His Majesty."

"There is no evidence, so there is no evidence!" King Gaston sneered, turned around and strode back to the throne, "Let your adjutant take charge of this expedition to Gaston, and ask him to lead the light cavalry battalion to assist us ally, you stay with Gaston."

"But, Your Majesty..." Charamon's body stopped suddenly.

"Go back."

"...Yes." The general with blue eyes stood up slowly, performed a standard etiquette, and silently exited the hall.

In the long corridor, the sound of riding boots knocking on the ground became more and more urgent. Sharamon frowned, accelerated his pace, and walked towards the martial arts arena.

The girl wearing a delicate feather hat lifted her skirt slightly, walked slowly from the other side of the corridor, and gracefully performed a lady's courtesy to Charamont: "Your An, Your Excellency, I don't know if I have this It is an honor to invite you to our afternoon tea party. I have a few friends who have admired you for a long time and hope to see you very much." Then, she smiled shyly, under her long eyelashes, a pair of eyes sparkled, "Of course, I Hope to see you too."

Charamon's brows tightened a bit, he patiently listened to the girl's long speech, and returned the salute with impeccable etiquette, his voice became deeper and colder, "Sorry, Miss Feili, I have something to do recently. Please forgive me for not leaving.”

Fei Li's smile froze on her face. She concealed her face with a feather fan, bowed lightly, and tried her best to maintain the etiquette that a noble lady should have. After saying "excuse me", she hurriedly raised the The skirt left along the same path.

"General, actually...you should treat ladies...well, be gentle." Totti came out from behind the pillar and said hesitantly.

"Totti, I'm looking for you." Sharamon self-consciously ignored the words his adjutant mustered up his courage, "You should already know what happened this time."

"Yes." Totti immediately recovered his serious expression, "His Majesty summoned me personally."

Sharamon focused his eyes and pondered for a moment, "You will be the supreme commander this time. Now go to the martial arts field, I have some things to ask you."

"Yes."

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The dark green military uniform is soft in texture and fits the body with every detail of the buttons, setting off the tall and straight body line that belongs to the boy; the collar tip of the jacket and the chest are outlined with silver threads to form an exquisite formation, with a "hard" enchanting effect, It complements the specially distributed white gloves, and adds a touch of elegance to the original soldier's sassy temperament.The uniform of the wizard Gaston, famous for its excellent workmanship.

The red-haired boy looked at himself in the mirror and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

'Wow, little Fran, are you tempting me?You must be tempting me, right? 'The beautiful young man's eyes widened in surprise.

'If it pleases you to think so, my lord. Flender lowered his head and looked at the soul stone worn on his finger in the form of a ring. The bright red stone reflected unpredictable brilliance depending on the angle of his gaze.

'I seem to be a little excited, Your Majesty. '

'Well, I can't lose again this time, otherwise I will really lose face. The Elf King nodded vigorously, and suddenly frowned vigilantly, "Hey, little Fran, are you excited because you want to fight my great-great-grandson, or because you want to meet General Beauty..."

'There are two reasons. Flender clenched the long balancing stick in his hand, put the recently refined "Windproof" magic pendant into the pocket of his military uniform, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly became sharp.

'Let's fight a beautiful battle together, Your Majesty! '

The beautiful young man put away the gloomy expression on his face, stood up straight, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his left hand gracefully slid across his chest, "As you wish, my dear contractor. '