"Alright, I understand, my lord. You can rest assured that there will be no problem at all if you leave it to me … What, screw up? How could that be? I have followed you for such a long time, you can't still not trust me, right … Is that why? No, no, no, I will never quarrel with Miss Delfien. I am a true gentleman, how can I quarrel with a beautiful lady? Last time? Last time was just an accident. Alright, alright, my lord, I understand. "
"He's just as heartless as Darius …" The young wizard muttered to himself as he took the communication crystal away and raised it high. The light from the sun above the sea shone on the crystal through the arched window of the tower, reflecting a dazzling light that was intoxicating. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Although it was just an unusually ordinary thing, it had its moments of beauty and dazzling brilliance. Just like this tranquil bay, under the ordinary day after day, it contained the most valuable thing in the world. When people lost it one day, it would be too late for regrets.
Those ordinary but real days would be people's most precious memories. The Shire silently looked at the sparkling golden bay, as if to firmly remember this moment in his heart.
He turned around. Behind him was the narrow space of the tower. There was a desk covered with magic scrolls and star maps. On the corner of the desk was a crystal ball and a small toy — a metal disc that was bound by a breeze, blowing a few feathers up and down. Behind the desk was a wooden bed and two rows of bookshelves. The bookshelves were stuffed with parchment scrolls and books in a disorderly manner. From afar, it looked like a garbage dump. And an unmanned brush swept back and forth on the bookshelves, constantly driving spiders and other insects out of the corners. They fell to the ground and then quickly crawled away.
Mordenkainen and a few others were still standing in the room. These were the apprentices who had followed him since the beginning. They were now official wizards, and the best among them had even touched the threshold of the Gold Realm. Stepping into the Gold Realm was the most critical juncture for wizards. After entering the Gold Realm, the world of wizards would be wide open. As long as there were no accidents, there was a great chance to set foot in the world of Elements. Unlike the swordsmen who were stuck outside the solid wall of Elemental Energy, many wizards spent their whole lives wandering outside the door of Gold, and in the end, they achieved nothing. However, in his batch of students, there were many talented people who stood out and began to touch this mysterious field one by one.
The Shire could almost smell the breath of magic in the air. He didn't know what was happening in the 'outer sea,' but the tide of magic was rising as if there was no end. The magic factor in the air of Wohnde had exceeded the richest concentration in a thousand years. In this week, many babies born in Fattan Port had shown the bloodline of magic talent. It was said that it was the same in Tónigel.
The common people lived a normal life and were unaware of the changes around them. The nobles were busy fighting for power and profit and ignored the most unusual changes in Wohnde this year. Only wizards were the most sensitive to these changes. For a thousand years, the stars in Wohnde's summer night had never been as bright as this year. The gods in the sky seemed to be telling something to the mortals, but the astrologers' divination of the future was in a huge fog because of the changes in the stars caused by the turmoil in the Witch Kingdom. The future was hidden under a huge shadow, making everyone who was paying attention feel deeply uneasy.
"What are you looking at?" The Shire narrowed his eyes and looked at his students.
"No … Nothing, my Lord." Mordenkainen and the others tried to look serious, but the look on their faces that wanted to laugh but didn't dare to really betrayed their thoughts. Mister Ciel was the chief wizard mentor of the Firburh Territory and also the right-hand man of the Lord of Firburh. He was friendly and never put on airs. In front of the nobles, he was also well-mannered. Compared to the Lord of Firburh, he was more like a member of a noble family. This was what most people knew about this wizard on the surface. However, only a few people knew about this secret, just like the conversation between him and the Lord of Firburh.
The Shire was really controlled by the Lord. As expected of the Lord, even such an excellent and powerful guy like the Great Wizard was not the Lord's opponent.
This was probably the real thought in these people's hearts.
"You should have smelled it." The Shire was very dissatisfied with his students' dullness.
"Smelled what, my Lord?"
"The smell of war-" The Shire lectured slowly. He pointed to the heads of these idiots one by one and reprimanded them. "You idiots, didn't I tell you that wizards need a sharp heart to be able to perceive the dangers and changes around them? A wizard's game is a chase between a hunter and his prey in a dangerous forest. Your wisdom determines how far you can go. The rest of the people can only become the stepping stones of others. Those fellows who are complacent after mastering two spells can only be called liars and charlatans. "
Several students replied awkwardly, "My Lord, we have long been accustomed to the smell of war. Along the way, we have not slept with one eye open. If you have to ask us if we have smelled the smell of war, we should have been aware of it since the moment the Lord split open the door of the Cruz people with his sword."
The Shire looked at his students and listened to their words. It was rare for him to be silent. Mordenkainen and others originally thought that they would be waiting for another storm. After spending so many days with the wizard, they had long been accustomed to his character. However, when The Shire suddenly stopped talking, they felt uneasy instead. What's going on? Is the mentor really angry? A few of them looked at The Shire cautiously, only to find that the latter had a lonely look on his face. They couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The Shire shook his head. "Forget it. You won't understand even if I explain it to you. You can just live like this foolishly. Isn't that a kind of happiness? But remember this day well. I'm afraid that from now on, there will be no more sparkling waves in the open sea. There will only be endless storms and showers left."
Mordenkainen and others were a little confused. They asked uneasily, "My Lord, are you feeling unwell? If the Lord scolded you, please don't take it to heart —"
The Shire was almost angered to death by these idiots. He waved his hand impatiently. "Shut up and get out of here. Go and inform Miss Delfien that I want to see her."
"My Lord … If you want to find someone to quarrel with … the Lord just said …"
"Shut up and get out!"
…
Dong, dong, dong.
An urgent bell suddenly rang through the entire Fathom Port.
Haruz was practicing magic skills with Lady Medusa in the room. They carefully maintained the magic ripples between the two's magic triangle area. This was the most common method used by witches to train their magic skills and was also the foundation for practicing black magic. As one of the few people around the little prince, Lysmeka was one of the few who knew that he had a talent for black magic. The rest were Brando, Princess Gryphine, Amandina, and the Roman lady. Princess Gryphine had always been worried about her brother's talent for black magic. After all, this talent was at most a little troublesome for ordinary people, but for the royal family, it meant that it would be a lifelong secret. However, Brando advised her that the power itself depended on the kind of person who held it. Instead of blindly suppressing it, it was better to properly guide it, especially to let the little prince understand the meaning of the power he held so that he could properly treat his power.
Amandina was one of the few people around Brando who had a complete and systematic learning experience of magic (from the personal teaching of Seifer's chief court wizard, Garlock after the battle of Ampere Seale). She was also his aide, so this secret was not hidden from her from the beginning. In fact, Amandina often acted as the little prince's teacher when they were in Tónigel. As for The Shire, it was for the same reason. However, as a Gold-ranked wizard who was close to Elemental Manifestation, The Shire was obviously not suitable to teach a beginner like the little prince. Besides, he had many students around him, and this kind of secret was not suitable to be kept in his mage tower.
Among the few of them, only Lysemeka was an exception. However, this scheming woman served the little prince day and night, and it was too easy for her to extract any secrets from the innocent little prince. So after threatening the woman, Brando simply threw the job of teaching the little prince to her. At least this woman had an outstanding mind and was cautious. This job, which required keeping secrets, was just right for her. Besides, at least so far, Brando had not found anything unusual about her.
When they reached the third stage of this magic practice, a small fluctuation suddenly appeared, and then the magic ripples between the two instantly disappeared without a trace. Haruze blushed a little and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was distracted."
Lysemeka listened to the rapid sound of the bell coming from outside and smiled. "It's okay, don't worry about it. If you want to go out and take a look, you can continue practicing later."
Haruze nodded vigorously. He had been disturbed by the sound of the bell for a long time. Although he was well-behaved and obedient, he was still a child after all. He was very curious and wanted to go out and see what was going on.
Medusa narrowed her eyes as she watched the little guy rush out of the door. Then she raised her head and glanced outside with her prismatic pupils.
"The changes in the outer sea have already affected the surface world. I don't know how much longer it will take …" She muttered to herself as she looked out the window at the panicked scene of the whole city and the panicked crowd on the streets. She lowered her head, and a bright gemstone appeared in her hand at some point. The gemstone was shining brightly, and it seemed to be nurturing a deep blue brilliance inside.
In just a moment, Lysemeka closed her palm and put the gemstone into her palm. The dazzling brilliance seemed to only exist in the room for a moment before it returned to darkness.
She sighed faintly.
"Ash Tip, Eton, my God, Tiamat …"
Haruze ran out of a long corridor, and before he walked out of the door, he first saw a young lady running out of the door in another direction. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and hurriedly shouted, "Miss Roman!" The merchant lady seemed to be startled and hurriedly looked around with a guilty conscience. When she turned back and saw the little guy, she immediately raised her eyebrows and said, "Haruze, why did you run out!"
"I …" Haruze was suddenly at a loss for words. He even forgot to mention that the other party didn't respectfully address him as His Royal Highness, "Lady Lysemeka agreed to let me out-"
For safety reasons, Brando did not arrange for the little prince to stay in the baron's castle. Instead, he found a place for him and Lysemeka to stay in Fathom Harbor with the witches. This way, if anything happened, Babasha, Sugar Pot, and White Mist could protect His Royal Highness, and there would be no need to worry about the worst happening.
But before he could finish speaking, the Roman grabbed his arm and pulled him over. The merchant lady made a threatening gesture at him, and at the same time put her finger to her lips and made a shushing gesture. "Shh, don't make any noise. White Mist is working, you know! Don't disturb other people's work. Brando said that this is basic courtesy, understand? "
Haruze instinctively felt that something was wrong, but with his temperament, he couldn't say what was wrong. He stammered and didn't know how to answer.
"M-Miss Roman, did something happen outside?" He asked hesitantly.
"I don't know. The daughter of the prime minister seems to be summoning the bishops in the city. I don't know what she wants to do," the Roman said as she dragged the little prince out of the door. "Anyway, let's not stay here for now. Do you want to know what happened?"
The little prince nodded passively, although he deeply suspected that even if he didn't nod, his teacher's fiancée would pretend not to see it.
"Well, I'll take you to see it. You must remember to say more good things about me in front of Brando," the Roman quickly added, thinking that she was clever.
Haruze had no idea how to deal with this kind of conversation outside of the situation, but after he was dragged out of the door, he immediately saw some strange movements in the direction of the harbor. He quickly called out, "Miss Roman, look over there."
"Huh?"
The Roman was slightly stunned. The merchant lady naturally didn't care about what happened outside at all. Anyway, even if the sky fell, there were tall people to hold it up. For a short person like her, there was no need to worry at all. It was just that she was forced to deal with the relationship between the witches in this place by White Mist. She was already on the verge of collapse. She felt that her head seemed to be bigger than usual. It was not easy to seize the opportunity to escape, so naturally, she wanted to seize the time to breathe in the free air.
However, when she heard Haruz's exclamation, she raised her head and saw that in the spaceport of Fathom Harbor, Valhalla's fleet had actually started moving. Silver warships were sailing out to sea, leaving their berths and heading towards the airspace outside the port to start forming up in formation.
"Huh," she said softly. "Is the war about to start?"
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