Fira was not married. When he was young, due to a fortuitous encounter, he had been possessed by an Ancient Wizard for almost a year. Although he had managed to break free with the help of his good friend, Hoppes Wilder, and had even benefited from his misfortune by devouring the soul of that Ancient Wizard, thus obtaining outstanding magical talent and powerful magic, his mind was often a little muddled and unclear. Just like that, he wasted a few years and finally solved the problem with the help of the legendary master, "Gourmet" Miramon.
But by that time, he was already nearly 30 years old. For the pig-people who did not have a long lifespan, he was already late middle-aged and close to old age. What was worse was that his vitality was damaged in the process of being possessed and fighting with the soul. In addition, in order to vent his anger when he was young, he used a desperate method to defeat his old enemy, Ruby Slyu, which made his vitality even more damaged. He was only 30 years old, but he looked more than 50 years old.
The people of the Republic of Northwest were tough. Even if one was in a high position and had a lot of money, it was impossible to have a "pear blossom over a begonia." If there was a touching story of "you look like my deceased wife," it might be able to move one or two women who were budding in love. But Fira really did not have a deceased wife — he was even an old virgin.
A guy who was old, ugly, and did not know how to please women. Although he had a little money, a little status, and seemed to be a celebrity in the field of magic, these might be enough for him to have a few wives in other countries. But in the Republic of Northwest, it was completely impossible.
So Fira could not find a wife. In the end, he chose to adopt a child and inherit the surname "Kenji" to take care of himself in the future.
His adopted son was naturally also a pig-person, and his name was Crewe. When Fira adopted him, he was just an orphan from a group of refugees who crossed the desert in search of hope. He was thin and short, and other than being honest and dutiful, he did not have any good points. However, under Fira's training and education, he not only grew tall and strong, but he was also well-educated and learned some very useful skills. He was an outstanding young man.
This year, he was only 14 years old. For the pig-people, he had just come of age, but there were already many people who came to talk to Fira about his marriage, hoping to marry their daughters to this good boy.
When Fira returned home, Crewe was working on a wooden staff. He polished the wooden body of the staff until it was smooth and wrapped a thin hemp thread around it to prevent it from falling out of his hand. Then, he cut open a piece of cork, hollowed it out, and inserted a piece of Sleep Spell crystal that he had prepared beforehand. Then, he closed the cork again, wrapped it tightly with the silk thread that had been tempered in the blood of the daemons, and inserted it into the hardwood shell to serve as the head of the staff.
All of this was easier said than done. The grasp of the texture of the wooden staff, the length, the weight, and the degree of thread binding would all affect the quality of the final product. However, Crewe did a good job. Although he didn't dare to say it was perfect, at least he had far exceeded the standard of what was considered "passable". So, in the end, he made a high-quality Sleep Wand that could be used three times. After the three uses of Sleep Wand, it could be recharged again.
This kind of wand was not very powerful and had too little energy storage. It was too weak for professional adventurers, but for the adventure-themed amusement park "Dungeons and Dragons" under the Void City, it was just the right consumable. This underground city consumed a lot of these low-level magic tools every day and required a large number of magic workers to replenish them.
Crewe was a magic worker, and an excellent one at that.
From the time he learned this technique to being able to make such a high-quality wand, it only took him two years. Even in the Isuka Magic School, this speed could be considered excellent.
Looking at his adopted son's serious look at work, and then looking at the excellent work he had finally completed, Fira couldn't help but laugh.
"Your craft has improved again," he said.
Only then did Crewe notice that his father had returned and hurriedly got up to greet him.
It was not obvious when he was sitting, but now that he stood up, it immediately showed the huge difference in physique between the father and son — Fira could only reach his son's chest, and his waist was probably not as thick as his son's thigh. Compared to his son, who was strong and had a bit of the demeanor of a bear man, he was like a withered old bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.
Crewe was overjoyed at Fira's return. Since joining Palin's research institute, Fira often stayed there for several days at a time, and the number of times he went home was much less than usual. Crewe often worried about his elderly father, and more than once advised him not to overwork himself. Now that he saw him back healthy and healthy, he was happier than anything else.
After accompanying Crewe to the magic trading firm in town to deliver the goods, Fira bought some wine and food, which surprised Crewe a little — in his impression, his father had never drunk alcohol, except for that time when he heard that the family of Instructor Slyu of the Ministry of Mining's exploration team was going through a divorce. Even when Uncle Wilder came to visit, he treated him with fruit drinks.
Today, why did the old man suddenly want to drink? Was there something to be happy about?
There was naturally no taboo between father and son, so he asked directly. Fira laughed when he heard the question, and then said mysteriously, "I'm not telling you."
He did not want to lie to his son, so he simply did not say anything.
After a while, he thought about it and said, "If anyone asks about me, tell them that I got a very good opportunity and am trying to break through to the legendary realm in seclusion."
Although Crewe looked rough, his mind was actually very meticulous, and he immediately understood what his father meant.
To be able to use "breaking through to the legendary realm" as an excuse to cover up this matter was naturally not a trivial matter. If his father wanted to hide it from him, it was also for his own good.
He was silent for a moment, and then asked, "So, can I see you again?"
Fira smiled. "You can rest assured that you will definitely see me again. Although … it may take some time. "
Crewe also smiled. "That's okay. I will tell your grandchildren that their grandfather suddenly glowed with the delicate feelings of a poet and wanted to go on a trip when he said he wanted to. Perhaps he has already gone to another world now."
"You kid! This is clearly a scene from the novelist Franz's story! " Fira laughed. "But this is really a good way to put it. I still remember a passage in his book, 'Life is not only about the present, but also poetry and the distance' … Then let's say it this way, tell the children that I am going on a trip, to poetry and the distance.
"Although I may go out for many years, I will definitely come back. At that time, I will tell them about the people and things I have seen on my journey, about the scenery outside this world, and I will also bring them treasures that are very rare to see in the human world! "
He smiled happily, his face full of ease and joy.
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