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

It was still the familiar mountain top, with bloodshot eyes staring at the city in the distance. It was snowing tonight, and Hannibal caught a snowflake. Under the moonlight, it was as bright as in his memory. He hadn't stopped like this for 30 years. A figure emerged in the scattered snow, and the female orc came to him again.

Crushing the snowflakes in his hands, his bloodshot eyes no longer had the madness they once had.

"Have all the bodies been recovered?"

"They have all been returned to the earth."

"May the dark and merciful Mother Earth rest their souls in peace forever."

The female orc still didn't leave, so Hannibal asked in confusion, "Anything else?"

"Then I'll take my leave first."

Looking at the female orc's back as she left, Hannibal knew that such peace was not suitable for him, at least not for his generation. He had his own mission.

He untied the Dragon Tooth Broadsword from his back and activated the runes on it. The sword emitted a blue light and there was a sound that was almost a roar.

"Hannibal, you failed."

"They have more than one mage, and I need your help."

"If you can't even handle a mere Truth Mage, what else can I expect from you?"

"Then why don't you conquer humanity yourself?"

The voice from the broadsword fell silent, as if it was recalling something. Hannibal did not press him aggressively, after all, he needed help from the other party.

"Yes, in three days, a natural disaster dragon will come to you with his people. You can command them with the dragon fang in your hand."

"understood."

The runes on the broadsword went out, and Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief. He did not trust these beasts, but he had to rely on their strength.

He looked back at his hometown again, put on his broadsword, and returned to the military tent.

……

The greatest achievement of this war was the destruction of all the orcs' siege equipment. If they wanted to attack, it would take at least a week, after all, their warriors were not working.

The military camp was exceptionally lively tonight. Beer was carried to the parade ground barrel by barrel and piled into a small hill. The lord also came to the scene and kept drinking with Duke. Everyone stayed away from this area as this was not something that ordinary people should get involved in.

The bonfire party in Razlan definitely has a history. The soldiers lit the fire, opened the beer barrels, and sang heroic biographies that came from nowhere. Sera and Bennett left the scene early. Tonight was not peaceful. Sera had been holding it back for several months. Last night, because they had to be wary of the orcs, neither of them had a good time. Tonight, they didn't have so many concerns, and they fought till the sun went down.

In the early morning, the military camp was covered with heavy snow. Soldiers came out one after another to sweep the snow, but most of them were still sleeping. After all, everyone had drunk a lot.

The room in the barracks was indeed cold. Even though the two of them were pressed tightly together in the quilt, Bennett was still woken up by the cold.

Sera had woken up a long time ago, and feeling Bennett's movement in her arms, she hugged him a little tighter.

"Let's sleep some more."

Bennett shrugged his shoulders. The room was really cold, but it was getting late. Sera didn't wait for Bennett and put on her clothes first.

"I'm going to get breakfast, do you want anything?"

"Just like usual."

After putting on her clothes, she left a light kiss on the boy's forehead, then turned and left the room.

It’s a pity that there is no maid to serve here. As soon as Sera left, the room became an ice storage.

After lying down for a while, I got up and got dressed as I still had things to deal with today.

"Come on, today we still have sausage, fried eggs and vegetable soup."

She put the dinner plate on the table and put the sausages on her plate into Bennett's plate. She knew that he liked to eat the sausages made by the barracks chef. Of course, Sera was not bad at eating either. Knights had a big appetite. In addition to the above three items, there was also a large piece of stewed meat on her plate. Of course, the taste was not that good, after all, it was a big pot meal.

After breakfast, Bennett was about to leave.

"I'm going to look for the teacher. I may not be back at noon, so don't wait for me."

"Oh, I see."

The two left the room together. When they parted, Bennett stood on tiptoe and kissed Sera on the forehead. It was Sera who took the initiative to cooperate.

It didn't matter, they all enjoyed each other's affection.

On the way to the Mage Tower, there were soldiers carrying corpses. Bennett was a little confused. Why were the corpses being transported in this direction? Shouldn't their families claim them?

Under the wizard's tower, Bennett looked at the white scroll. The smell inside was the same one he had smelled yesterday. It was the smell of a corpse.

The soldiers moved the bodies into the Mage Tower. Bennett did not say anything. He was no longer the newbie who had just arrived in this world, so he did not need to talk about those big principles.

There were still the same two soldiers outside the door; they had never been replaced. The prejudice against mages in the territory had never stopped. The teacher had never left the Mage Tower. The teacher's eyes that turned from blue to white, the smell of corruption on the teacher's body, all these details that had been ignored before, plus the corpses that were sent to the Mage Tower.

Bennett had some understanding. He remembered the spell the wizard used to treat Sera, and he had roughly guessed its origin.

The soldier pushed open the door and Bennett walked into the room where he used to have classes. It was covered in dust and it was obvious that no one had cleaned it for a long time. This wizard tower was off-limits to outsiders.

Bennett didn't clean up the room. He found a chair, swept the dirt on it with his hands, and sat down.

Bennett remembered that Mervyn often sat in this seat. He would sometimes look out the window from here. His eyes were still blue at that time. He would smile gently, show a distressed expression when teaching (Bennett learned too fast), gloat when his disciples made a fool of themselves, and discuss knowledge from another world with his disciples.

When did it start to change?

……

"Teacher, why don't we have healing spells?"

"Magic has two sides. When you arouse its orderliness, it will show its destructiveness in a moment. We cannot create cells."

"Oh, we don't need to create a human body. We can just stimulate its original growth potential, just like a baby grows up."

At every moment, Mervyn's eyes flashed white, but immediately turned back to blue.

"Teacher, your eyes?"

"It's okay, it's just the infection of magic."

From then on, Mervyn's behavior began to become strange, and the progress of teaching Bennett was also accelerated a lot. Until the end of the teaching, every time Bennett came to see him, he looked sloppy.

……

Bennett was 15 years old that year.

"Are you really not going to inherit my rune?"

Mervyn's tone was very depressed, and his disciple was very stubborn.

"I believe in that fusion formula, it must be a powerful rune."

The wizard's eyes flashed white again, but Bennett was used to it and didn't ask anything.

"I can help you with that spell. If you want to detonate it, you can call me and I will protect you."

"Thank you, teacher."

The boy's eyes were full of smiles. The teacher patted his shoulder and smiled helplessly.

……

The past came to his mind, and Bennett also looked out the window like Mervyn. Pedestrians on the street were sweeping snow. His sight fell into the distance, that was the manor. Magic entered his eyes, that was the window of the lord's study.

"Teacher, what attracts you to this small earldom? Why do you suddenly stop caring about it?"