The strongest magician on earth [holographic]

"You are……"

Teacher Miles said in disbelief.

Although a hundred years had passed, Miles recognized An Ke again when he saw him again.

The Royal Academy has produced a large number of talents, but after so many years, the number of great magisters can be counted on two hands. After all, how many great magisters are there on the entire continent?And An Ke is already a demigod at a young age, which makes the teachers who have taught him look good, so they will naturally be impressed with him.

After so many years, An Ke's face hasn't changed much, it has faded a little from its immaturity, and its facial features have opened up a bit. Compared with the college days, the facial features are more refined, and the facial contours are more sharp and heroic.

"Shh..."

An Ke winked at Teacher Miles.

Although pretending to be aggressive is his hobby, he is a little embarrassed to act aggressive in front of so many juniors, and if Mr. Miles really asks him to explain the functions of the three magic power circuits, it will be seen by everyone. Now, can he still say things like "It's nothing, it's just a good-looking painting"?

Miles understood, and after a brief shock, he regained his composure.

An Ke breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he did all his calculations, and he didn't take into account that Lahm, a vicious guy, watching the excitement was no big deal. Seeing that Miles kept silent, he took the initiative to attack.

Lahm took a deep breath, covered his mouth with his hand, and looked extremely amazed. His loud and high-pitched voice pierced the sky.

"Ah! You, you, you are the legendary great magister, Anke Alves!"

Whoa!

Ram's erupting sound made the whole classroom quiet for a moment, and the next moment, it was as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, causing a stormy sea in an instant.

"what?!"

"He he he he is An Ke?!"

"Oh my god, I actually met my idol!"

"Really? So young?? I thought An Ke looked middle-aged at least!"

"It's really him! My dad has a portrait of him at home! My God, I finally met the goddess in my heart—"

An Ke:?

What kind of goddess... Grass, after so many years, have you still not forgotten this?

Bright eyes fell on An Ke's face. Senior Qiao An, who was still fighting for credit just now, was undoubtedly the most shocking one.

What did he do before?

To let the great great magister... the youngest genius on the mainland move the scroll for him?Still lying in front of the great magister to claim credit!

I am done!

Qiao An's eyes darkened, and he almost couldn't hold back his anger. He never thought that the boy in front of him who looked as old as his junior was actually an existence that he couldn't even imagine!

If it was normal, An Ke would be happy to settle the score with him, but at this moment he has completely ignored Qiao An.

An Ke's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, looking at Ram who was already laughing so much that he was hammering the table, he wished he could give him ten forbidden spells on the spot.

Okay, you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm." An Ke put on a gentle smile again, waved his hands, and it took a long time to suppress the boiling classroom sound.

"This time I came to the school by accident, and I didn't intend to occupy public resources, so please don't worry about me." An Ke said in a fairly official tone, and then changed the subject: "But this time, the person who accompanied me was the head of the Holy See of Light. Paladin, His Excellency Ram Filch, he has something to say to his classmates, everyone applauds!"

After all, he clapped his hands like a happy seal.

Ram: "..."

"Ah! Lord Ram Filch!"

"The chief paladin of the Holy See? A demigod? I'm not dreaming!"

"Oh my god, I actually saw two demigods in one day! Am I dreaming?"

"Your Excellency Ram is so handsome and looks so strong!"

"It's really him! My dad has a portrait of him at home! My God, I didn't expect that famous comedian back then to be really a great paladin!"

Ram glared at a classmate in the crowd as hard as he could.

Go away!

Why is An Ke a goddess and comedian to me?

Also, who the hell is your father?Why are our dark histories placed at home?

Under the gaze of a pair of excited little eyes, Ram also put on a gentle smile: "Ahahaha, hello everyone..."

Taking advantage of Ram attracting the attention of the whole class, An Ke secretly took Roland's hand and slipped away through the back door.

"It's so dangerous, I almost can't get away."

Running out of the classroom in a hurry, An Ke came to a place where there were few people, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Everyone adores you."

"Why are you laughing so happily?" An Ke hammered Roland's chest hard, "Gloating?"

"Cough cough..."

Roland was laughing happily when he was hit twice unexpectedly and suddenly coughed.

"Are you OK?"

An Ke asked quickly, thinking that I didn't use much strength just now...

"I got an internal injury from the hammer, cough cough."

Roland looked shaky, and An Ke hurried up to support him.

The tall and thin young man leaned his body lightly on An Ke's body, making the young man's body stiff for a moment.

The distance was too close, and An Ke seemed to feel Roland's breath on his neck, and he could hear the sound of his heart beating. The breath that belonged to Roland surrounded him unexpectedly, entangled with the smell on his body .

"...you're too close."

An Ke said uncomfortably.

But he didn't push Roland away either.

He really...hasn't hugged Landis for a long time.

When they were in the small town, they were good friends who talked about everything. Landis was older than him, and he always tolerated his waywardness in every way. The relationship between the two was so good that they could wear a pair of pants, and they almost never quarreled.

Since when did he become a little alienated from Landis?

In that damp cave, they avoided the pursuit of monsters. In order to save him, Landis had a few deep wounds on his hands, and blood flowed out. Little An Ke turned pale with fright, but he couldn't do anything. , can only pretend to treat Lantis with casually made-up spells.

At that time, he held Landis's arm tightly, thinking that he was going to die.It was obvious that Landis was injured, but he was out of breath from crying, which made Landis, the wounded man, want to comfort An Ke in turn.

At that time, An Ke thought to himself that he must become a great magician, and after possessing great power, he would be able to protect Landis.

But he didn't do it.

Whether it was the day Landis left the academy, or when he met Landis at the half-orc cottage, he failed to do it.On the contrary, Landis appeared at the most dangerous time and saved him at the risk of being found by the evil god.

Weak.

Having awakened the godhead, Landis, as a god, obviously has more things to do.He wanted to protect the Walsh Continent, prevent the evil gods from invading, and save countless lives, so he had to leave his hometown and go to another plane to avoid danger.

...What am I doing?

An Ke sniffled, feeling a little like crying.

After becoming a great magister, he didn't practice hard any more. He played games every day on the earth. After returning to the Valxiu continent, he didn't think about recovering his strength. He was playful and self-willed. He knew nothing about danger. Complaints and dissatisfaction.

He didn't fulfill any of the promises he secretly made when he was young.

"...Anke?"

Roland originally just wanted to tease him, but the mood of the boy in his arms suddenly became depressed. He keenly sensed An Ke's strange mood, and tentatively stretched out his hand to cover An Ke's back.

The boy's body hidden under the magic robe is thin and weak, with two butterfly bones slightly protruding, as fragile as a glass doll.

"sorry."

An Ke said suddenly.His voice trembled slightly, muffled with complex emotions, and the sudden apology made Roland puzzled, but he knew that now should not be the time to inquire.Roland stretched out his hand hesitantly, and after a while, it lightly landed on the top of An Ke's head. The soft hair felt under his hand, which was a little messy.

Feeling the temperature from the top of his head, An Ke raised his head slightly, and bumped into Roland's gaze.

Gentle as always, no matter how mischievous An Ke is, he will always be so gentle.The same color as his eyes, blue, broad, and gentle enough to contain everything.Even if An Ke tried fireball for the first time in the small town and almost burned Aunt Jim's flower cake shop, Landis always apologized; , Landis was always the first to praise him for his greatness and take him to a big meal.

An Ke stared blankly at Roland.

On the day when he broke through to become a great magister, the first thing An Ke wanted to tell was Landis.Surrounded by people from the Association of Magicians, they warmly congratulated him, praised him for his extraordinary talent, which is rare in the world, and said that he might become a god in the future.But An Ke looked around and looked at everyone one by one, but he never saw those sea-blue eyes.

He really became a great great magister, but the person he most wanted to see was not there.

An Ke lowered his head and suddenly hugged Roland.

He suddenly didn't want to test anymore. At this moment, An Ke knew clearly that he didn't want to see Roland's appearance after being exposed by him, nor did he want to make trouble for him like revenge, nor was it because of inexplicable unwillingness.

An Ke just... misses him very much.

Roland likes him, An Ke knows, but he doesn't understand what liking is. When faced with this word, he subconsciously wants to escape, wants to shrink into a ball, cover his ears, and refuse to perceive.It seems that as long as this is the case, An Ke can convince himself that in the face of Roland's leaving without saying goodbye, he can blame him as a matter of course. All the anger seems so righteous, and he justly refuses to grow up, and willfully be an emotionally exposed teenager.

However, I am over 200 years old.

An Ke thought to himself.

Over 200 years old, he has already lived longer than ordinary people.

"sorry."

An Ke said softly, the nasal cavity is filled with familiar and pleasant smells, they come from the people in front of him, they are the smells that An Ke used to think about day and night.

"Actually, I knew it a long time ago." An Ke sniffled, and looked at Roland, seeing the surprise and bewilderment in his eyes, "I'm so smart, I knew it a long time ago, I just...not convinced, you I didn't say goodbye when I left, and I didn't say long time no see when I came back..."

An Ke's speech gradually became incoherent.

"Bragging." Roland looked at him quietly.

An Ke blushed all of a sudden.

"Yeah! I just love bragging!" An Ke took a step back with red eyes, and glared at him angrily, "I also like bragging, and I also want to save face, and I want to be fat even when I get swollen, haven't I always been like this? Anyway? I won't change..."

He didn't finish the rest.

Because Roland kissed lightly, blocking everything he wanted to say as if to vent.

"..." An Ke's eyes widened.

After Roland kissed him, he looked at him with a smile, and there was a boundless and gentle universe in his eyes, "But I just like the way you brag, what should I do?"