I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

Both of them thought it was okay. The conversation ended happily. The lord looked at the Duke of Rose walking away, handed his helmet to the knight who came to report, and sat down in front of the gate of the manor. The wind blew up the petals behind him, and they fluttered in the messy garden.

"Teacher, how did you perform that spell just now? How can magic power shape a real human body?"

Mervyn looked at his disciple's dark blue eyes, and after a trance, he asked, "Magic cannot change reality, so how did your explosives cause damage?"

Bennett scratched his head. He had never thought about this question before: "Why?"

“It’s just leverage.”

"Teacher, why didn't you teach me these before? I feel like I can learn those things now."

"The time has not come yet."

"Can you teach me when you get back?"

"The time has not come yet."

Bennett was confused as to what the time was not right, but the teacher must have his reasons for saying that, so Bennett was not in a hurry.

"Teacher, I want to break through the natural disaster."

"Why did you decide so suddenly?"

Bennett's mind flashed with the image of Sera flying in front of him, and he muttered, "I feel too weak."

Mervyn patted his disciple on the shoulder. He was very pleased with his disciple's decision, but unfortunately the timing was not right:

"There are many orc scouts around the territory. No one can accompany you. Wait for a while. I don't have time to protect you now."

A lot of life is like this.

When you want to become stronger, all kinds of obstacles will appear.

The appearance of orcs has not yet been able to break through.

Fortunately, Mervyn is strong enough.

The main reason is that Bennett can't let go of the powerful thermonuclear transformation.

The magic core can only engrave one rune, which directly affects the future.

This magic must be released outside the territory and protected by someone. Plans cannot keep up with changes.

"Okay, teacher. Is this orc war dangerous?"

Mervyn paused: "It's very dangerous, unprecedentedly dangerous."

Bennett didn't think much about it. He felt that with Mervyn around, nothing could threaten the safety of the territory, so he should focus on his own problems first.

"Teacher, the light in my eyes just turned gray. Is there any problem?"

A heavy pressure flashed past. Mervyn had already investigated Bennett. He pondered for a moment and slowly said, "White is more rational, black is more crazy, and what is gray? This is the first time I have seen it, but judging from your condition, there should be no problem."

That's good. Bennett breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. I'll go find Sera first, teacher."

"Go."

Mervyn looked at Bennett's figure running forward, a trace of memory flashed through his mind, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He waved his hand, took out a cloak, put on the hood, and walked back to the manor silently.

"I asked the teacher, and he said I was fine."

Sera placed her hands on the boy's face, which was still covered with dust from the battle. Although the light in her eyes was a little strange, her thin smile was still clear. She put aside her worries and said with a smile, "That's good, that's good."

Bennett held Sera's rough hand and kissed her forehead gently. A thousand words were not as good as a smile between the two of them.

Mervyn looked at the lord sitting in front of the gate. His gray hair tugged at the mage's dead heart. Hundreds of years had passed, and the similar faces were both so sad.

"Do you think I am qualified to be the lord?"

The lord's bitter smile made the mage even more painful.

“Qualified.”

The wizard's words made the lord feel relieved. The face in the hood was a little blurry. The wizard's mystery was not something he could understand. He didn't actually need the wizard's affirmation. He was just a little confused.

"Why did you stay in Razlan in the first place? You would be welcome in any territory."

After a moment of silence, the mage's words came slowly: "I just thought."

The breeze blew up the lord's gray hair, and the dry white golden hair was slightly dazzling. The lord stood up and walked towards the warehouse of Lord Cook.

The soldiers were very scared when they came, and they had some complaints when they left. Cook had so many empty rooms, so why did he have to camp outside the city?

But it doesn't matter, there were no sacrifices of ordinary soldiers in this war. They were happily singing and dancing outside the tents, but the knights' tents in the center of the camp were dead silent. They followed their lords to fight, some for money, some for glory, but everyone felt uncomfortable about what happened today. This war was completely inhumane.

Sera's armor had been taken off, but Bennett did not get into her sleeping bag. The two slept in separate sleeping bags, but holding hands had never been so happy.

Passing by the Purgatory Valley again, the black soil from burning oil was still there, but the pungent smell was gone, and the bodies in the valley had mysteriously disappeared.

Mervyn felt the magical fluctuations in the valley and murmured, "A Calamity Rune was born here, and a Calamity Mage was also born here."

Mervyn's words made Bennett a little confused. He could now sense the Calamity Rune, but he found nothing: "Why didn't I find it?"

"I'm also curious. You understand alchemy, natural philosophy, and mathematics very quickly. Even I need to learn from you, but you can't learn soul runes at all. And yet you only took an afternoon to build the magic core. Why?"

Bennett didn't know why. He really couldn't understand the knowledge about the soul. The soul's ever-changing nature had no logic at all. This was incompatible with the modern education he had received. There were no theorems or formulas, and the results of observations would be different depending on one's mood.

"So this is a Calamity Rune from the Soul Realm?"

"Yes."

“But what happened here was a man-made disaster.”

“Humans are also part of the world. Natural disasters harm the world, and harm to humans is also harm to the world.”

Bennett was even more confused now: "Then why didn't the war produce the Calamity Rune?"

Mervyn looked at Bennett deeply and said slowly, "War is the law of the world and an inevitable result. Natural disasters are not inevitable, but accidental results. Droughts, floods, earthquakes, plagues, etc. are all the result of nature and will not produce natural disaster runes. Meteorites, storms, tsunamis, etc. are very rare and occur by chance. These are natural disasters."

Bennett was stunned: "Then how did the teacher's storm disaster happen?"

Mervyn raised his eyebrows and said awkwardly, "It was caused by a butterfly flapping its wings."

"Huh?" ∑(っ°Д°;)っ.

Bennett never expected to get such an answer. Isn't this a joke?

"Then is my nuclear fusion considered a natural disaster?"

Mervyn glanced at Bennett and answered affirmatively: "A madman's idea must be a natural disaster, just like what happened in this valley, an accidental madman, an accidental idea, and an accidental natural disaster."

“These are things that shouldn’t have happened.”

"Yes."

Looking at the tidy valley, only the scorched earth behind it tells a story. The shock of magic has almost subsided. Bennett thought for a moment, wondering if the birth of the wizard could be considered a natural disaster.

The knights looked at the valley in disbelief; their former collapse, sorrow, pity and glory seemed like a joke in front of this tidy valley.

Sera lay in the carriage, listening to the conversation between the two mages, feeling relaxed and contented.

The lord was wearing ordinary clothes. He had never worn armor since that afternoon. The bleeding visor pierced his glory deeply, and the armor would burn his soul.

He didn't care about what happened in the valley. It was no longer meaningful. He left a head in the valley and turned around to catch up with the team.