The magician of the fairy tale world

Ah? Oz, you?

You are in a foreign country, so you just brag about it, right?

Rhine was helpless and said seriously:

"Yes. Your King Oz is talking about me."

The soldiers were stunned.

Rhine looked forward to the moment when his identity was revealed in front of these soldiers, and smiled:

"When your King Oz described the magician of the Kingdom of Rose, he must have mentioned what he looked like, right?"

The soldiers looked at each other.

"Yes, the great Oz did mention the appearance of his teacher."

Rhine was relieved and nodded with a smile.

"Just as the great Oz will show different appearances in front of different people, his teacher, the legendary magician Rhine, also has several forms." A soldier said.

"Sometimes Rhine is a fire giant with a height of 100 meters. Just standing there will not bring heat to the whole city." The second soldier said.

"Sometimes Rhine is a giant with 300 eyes and 60 heads, and a stamp of foot will make the whole city tremble." said the third soldier.

"Sometimes Rhine is a cute little girl who looks only four or five years old, with eyes as bright as gems, and wears a delicate and beautiful pleated skirt. But her facial features are like toys, and she never blinks, like a moving doll." said the fourth soldier.

"Sometimes Rhine is a huge head with more than a dozen pairs of wings on it, and a slight flap will stir up a strong wind." said the fifth soldier.

Finally, they all looked at the quiet boy in front of them:

"Anyway, as the teacher of the great Oz, Rhine will never grow up like you! You look too ordinary, with two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears like us. No matter how you look at it, you are just an ordinary boy with nothing special."

Ah?

No way?

Rhine's mouth twitched again.

This technique of pretending to be mysterious in different forms is indeed Oz's style!

But, Oz, it's fine if you brag yourself, but why did you bring me along?

Rhine was speechless.

"I think your king's description... uh, a little bit... exaggerated."

After that, no matter how Rhine explained, the soldiers didn't believe that the boy in front of them was the magician from the Kingdom of Rose.

They just thought that this guy who violated the rules was particularly stubborn and was always unwilling to report his real name and origin.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't fill in your name and origin."

"Stay here honestly, we'll go get you a new pair of green glasses."

The soldiers locked Rhine in the room, asked two people to guard the door, and the rest left.

The small room was dark and cold, but Rhine didn't care at all, because he already had a way to get out.

He smiled and walked to the window, tapping his fingertips on the windowsill twice.

After a while, a little white dove flew over singing a cheerful and melodious song.

Rhine stroked the bird's feathers and tied the letter he had just written to the bird's legs. The bird turned around and flew away with the letter.

The direction the bird flew to was the palace of the Emerald City, the palace where the great Oz lived.

...

Deep in the palace, Oz lay on the exquisite bed, shivering.

It has been more than 10 years since he left his homeland, and he would think of his hometown far away in the west from time to time.

In the past 10 years, he has lived quite well. Not only was he mistaken for a powerful magician, but he also became a king and had his own royal city.

But in one long night after another, in his deep sleep, he still recalled many scenes of his hometown.

The most lingering scene was the scene he saw in the palace garden on the day he performed in the palace-

At that time, a flying bird flew through a graceful arc in the air, spun and fell, and turned into a young man.

That beautiful and light figure was the sage of the Kingdom of Rose, the great magician Rhine.

Oz clearly remembered that day, the princes and nobles opened their eyes wide and gave thunderous applause.

Because Oz himself was among the shocked and applauding crowd.

His superb magic performance pales in comparison to this real magic, just like candlelight encountering the sun.

The most unforgettable thing in Oz's memory is the infinite emotion in his heart when he saw this scene.

"This is real magic!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"It's amazing, it's amazing, it has surpassed the scope of nature and the limit of human understanding."

"In comparison, my magic is just a skill to please people and make the audience laugh, a useless trick."

"What a pity, why can't I become a real magician, master magical magic and be respected?"

Oz also often imagined that one day, he would be like the protagonist in those storybooks, suddenly learned magic, punish those who had bullied him, and become the focus of everyone's attention.

Whenever the dream continued to this point, Oz would wake up suddenly.

He then remembered that half of his childhood wish had been fulfilled.

He was indeed regarded as a great magician by the people of the kingdom and became a respected king.

Everyone praised his name. The four witches in the east, west, south and north all believed that his magic was unparalleled and his dignity could not be challenged.

The only pity was that he still didn't know magic. He was just a complete liar.

When he thought of this, Oz remembered what he had been worried about recently!

"Hey, I could have been a king here forever, a great magician in the eyes of the world, and no one would expose my lies."

"Unfortunately, a few months ago, the magician named Magredo seemed to have discovered my secret."

"If the people in Oz knew that I didn't know magic at all, then I would be finished. I have been deceiving the world for so many years. When the people know that they have been deceived by me, they will definitely overthrow me in anger."

"The most terrifying are the two evil witches in the East and the West! They have been intimidated by my name for so long. I dare not imagine how they will retaliate against me once they find out that I am just an ordinary person?"

The more Oz thought about it, the more afraid he became.

In order to avoid his identity being exposed in the past few months, he could only prohibit anyone who claimed to be a magician from entering the city.

Only those who truly understand magic are most likely to see through his magic tricks!

At this moment, Oz suddenly heard a crisp ding-dong sound coming from the window.

He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and saw a cute little pigeon pecking at the window with its beak, and a paper letter was tied to the pigeon's leg.