Another world, I have an elf magician

"Little brother, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid my two children and I would..."

The uncle stood up and was very excited.

I rubbed my head and smiled: "It's nothing. We should help each other when we go out."

After saying that, I used telekinesis magic to float the radishes scattered on the ground. After the donkey cart was straightened, I put them in intact.

After getting back into the car, the uncle reassured the donkey and continued moving forward.

"Brother, you were so handsome just now, and your water magic was really powerful."

"That's right, it's better than the teachers in the academy. Can you teach us?"

Abigail and Jack looked at me with adoration and a twinkle in their eyes.

This feeling of being praised and praised by others makes me very happy. At the same time, I feel very happy doing good things.

This is probably something I can only experience in this world of swords and magic. In my previous life, I was just a nerdy boy. I was always bullied by others and could only dream of being a hero in the anime world.

I chuckled and said, "Haha, as far as I know, the minimum level of teachers in the academy should be senior magicians, right?

What I just used was only intermediate-level peak magic. It was not considered powerful, but I was just familiar with it.

When you graduate from the junior magic academy and formally enter the magic school to study, you can be like me. "

"Really?" Abigail looked excited.

So did Jack.

I looked at them and said, "Really."

The carriage drove into a housing area.

I remember that this was the small town of Istan near Trano, where the Master stopped.

"Little brother, the town of Trano is a 10-minute walk ahead. Can you stop by and inform the people there to come and get food?"

"no problem."

I jumped out of the carriage and waved.

As I kept going along this path, more and more familiar scenes appeared in my eyes. Nothing had changed much, it was just...

The corpses on the ground made me feel a little creepy. Some of them were covered with flies and exuded a stench. They fell on the roadside and no one took care of them.

I finally saw a living person, but I discovered that they were all skinny, with sallow complexions and cheekbones visible on their faces. This was true for all men, women, and children.

The golden wheat fields in my memory are now overgrown with weeds, cracked in some places, and severely lacking in moisture.

"Hey, what are you...eating?"

I noticed a middle-aged woman standing out from the crowd under the bare banyan tree, so I stepped forward to check out curiously.

People around her were lying weakly on the ground. They looked like they had been hungry for a long time, and they were weakly wailing. She was the only one feasting on the things in her hands. I felt strange.

Why does she have food.

"Hiss...this, this is a child's toes!"

I looked clearly at the object in the woman's hand and found that it was a child's calf.

She was nibbling on her toes. When she saw me approaching, she hurriedly hid in her arms. Her eyes looked like a hungry wolf clinging to food. She would bite anyone who reached out. The crumbs around her mouth made me feel sick to my stomach. .

Oh my god, the residents here are actually eating people!

I was deeply shocked. This was the first time I saw such a ridiculous and terrifying scene. The leaves and bark of the surrounding trees were all stripped away, and some people were digging grass. It seemed that they planned to use it to satisfy their hunger.

I continued walking with a heavy heart, and finally arrived at a familiar town. I was excited and ran in the direction of the cabin.

After two and a half years, I finally returned home.

But upon arrival, I was stunned.

In front of me was a burnt-black ruin, with the outline of a house vaguely visible. If there wasn't a crooked-neck tree with no bark in front of the door, I would most likely miss it.

"What on earth is going on? Grandpa... where is grandpa!"

I looked around and shouted Grandpa Rodney's name loudly, but got no response.

"You...are you Randy?"

In a corner, I saw a skinny figure.

From the other person's thin face and hoarse, weak voice, I barely recognized him as Uncle Jack, who had taken care of me before.

The other party also noticed me and walked toward me unsteadily.

"Is it you Randy, you have grown a lot taller and your body has become stronger."

He excitedly took my hand and pressed his other hand up and down on my shoulder, testing my muscles.

I said, "It's me, Uncle Jack!"

"Oh my God, it's really you!"

Uncle Jack was extremely excited, but soon shed a line of tears.

"Poor boy, your grandfather...Rodney!"

"Grandpa, what happened to him? Where is he now?" I asked hurriedly.

Uncle Jack's voice choked up as he said, "A year ago, he used the money you sent back to renovate the house. Not long after, a group of bandits broke into the house, robbed it, and then set fire to your grandfather!"

"what!"

I strode back, and when I stopped, my heart trembled violently, and tears flowed down from my eyes uncontrollably.

The grandfather who had always had expectations for me, who was kind and constantly encouraged me, and who loved me tenderly, actually just... died!

How can this be?

I clearly vowed to let him enjoy his old age, let him live a prosperous and happy life, and repay his kindness in raising me, but I didn't expect...

Why on earth, why did those people treat him like this? He is my beloved grandfather!

I lowered my head, covered my face and cried bitterly, feeling sad and complicated in my heart.

"Randy, this is what Rodney was holding tightly to when he died. We found it when we found his body, and now we're giving it back to you."

Uncle Jack patted me on the shoulder and handed me a black and white photo.

I wiped away my tears, took a deep breath, and took the photo.

I was wondering. In my impression, this world is obviously in a very backward era. Why are there such things as photos?

I didn’t think much about it. I suppressed my sadness and focused on the photo. I found that the person in the photo was a young man and woman. The man looked ordinary. I felt that he and I were somewhat similar, but the woman was. She looked as beautiful as a young woman, with a crescent moon like a beautiful woman.

"This is?"

"They should be your parents. Look at this man's eyes and nose. You look so much like him.

Keep it, this is your grandfather's only relic. "

Uncle Jack means a lot.

I put the photo in my arms, and even though I was sad, I still looked as if nothing had happened.

After all, things have already happened. It is impossible for me to travel through time and go back to the past to change the future. Everything is irreversible.

The past is not important, what is important is the present and the future.

Sometimes, you just need to remember the past things in your heart and be brave enough to take that step in your life.

After adjusting my mood, I said to Uncle Jack: "Uncle Jack, someone in the next town is giving out free food. There is a little Jack there with the same name as you."

"The food, really, where is it?"

Uncle Jack was very excited.

"I'll take you there!"