My Magic Age

I lived a carefree life in the Zimmerman Manor. Although I would be happy or sad about trivial things every day, I would lose my temper with my sister Demi because of a piece of cheese candy, and I would also complain to my mother Jenny that I could not play in the garden. Snow, but every day like this, An lived happily.

An likes to hear some veterans who have returned from the battlefield talk about things in the army, about the battles of knights, or the magic of magicians.

He admired his father. His father, Count Zimmerman, was a fifteenth-level knight. He had many followers and retinues around him, and he looked so majestic. He even heard from other town residents in Maas Town that Count Zimmerman was the king of Maas Town. He has also heard his companions and servants talking privately that all this glory will belong to him in the future, because his surname is Zimmerman and he is the only son of the current Earl Zimmerman.

Then, what he remembered was that a large number of barbarians were besieging the manor. His father, Count Zimmerman, led the servants in the manor to resist until Count Zimmerman appeared in front of him covered in blood. In the bedroom. There was a sharp long sword stuck on his back. The sword was inserted by some enemy. Blood poured out of his mouth one after another. His appearance frightened An, and he staggered. He rushed into An's bedside and held An in his arms.

Count Zimmerman knelt on one knee on the carpet. The strong smell of blood on his body made the food in An's stomach keep rising. He tried to break free from his father's arms, but failed.

Every breath affected the wound, making Count Zimmerman weaker and weaker. The countess behind her turned pale and ordered the attendants guarding the door to pull out the sword from the count's back and bandage the wound as quickly as possible.

The earl held the crying An, looking a little sad under his bitter smile. He said: "Don't draw the sword, at least you can live a little longer."

Count Zimmerman looked at his wife lovingly, his eyes full of sadness showing so much reluctance for this world. He said to his wife, Lady Jenny: "Time is running out. Go to the place I told you in advance." Hide."

Lady Jenny burst into tears and even knelt down and hugged Count Zimmerman's thigh, pleading: "Let's hide together, for my sake and for An's sake, please!"

Count Zimmerman held a storm sword and said proudly with a smile on his face: "As a knight of the Green Empire, only dying on the battlefield is the real glory. How can the imperial soldiers hide in caves?" It’s like being a coward.”

Count Zimmerman then walked away without looking back. Every step he took was very difficult. The sword wound made him have to exert great courage every time he took a step forward.

He asked his personal followers to protect his wife and daughter and hide in the wine cellar. In this way, Count Zimmerman died in a majestic battle with the barbarians.

In fact, the story should have ended here. The person who stayed behind followed the Earl's instructions and sent more than a dozen of the Earl's closest female relatives in the manor into the wine cellar for refuge. But unexpectedly, four servants from the manor had already taken advantage of the chaos and hid in the wine cellar. They were the groom, gardener, winemaker, and chef in the manor.

The personal attendant didn't talk nonsense and directly used a spear to invite them out of the wine cellar.

No one thought that these four servants in the manor would take advantage of the winemaker's convenience and hide in the wine cellar to drink. But they never thought that when the battle reached the most critical moment, the Earl would prepare an escape for his family. The road is also hidden in this wine cellar.

In front of the personal attendant, they begged bitterly: "The wine cellar is so big, please give us a place for the four of us. We will only wait until the barbarians retreat and it is safe for us to leave. We have very little to eat." , you can even skip meals if there is no food, just please don’t kick us out!”

"If you go out at this time, you will only be kidnapped by those barbarians and used as mining slaves. Let them stay! The wine cellar is so big, why bother them!" Countess Jenny said to the guard.

After a slight hesitation, the guard followed the countess's idea and let the four servants go and let them stay in the wine cellar.

The personal retinue signed a 'master-servant contract' with Count Zimmerman, so when Count Zimmerman died, the retinue was directly silent under the influence of the 'power of the contract' died in the wine cellar.

Things didn't end there, this was the beginning of the nightmare.

The four servants who hid in the wine cellar together were very respectful to Countess Jenny and their daughters Demi and Ann at first.

But later, when the four servants discovered that the attendant was dead, and among the dozen female relatives, no one had combat experience. One night later, the four of them showed their sinful fangs, and the ugliest side of human nature was fully revealed. They became the most powerful people in the wine cellar.

They beat disobedient women and locked them up. They completely controlled the food in the wine cellar and even planned to kill Ann.

Before they could take action, the barbarians outside set fire to the castle in the manor. They were worried that the fire would spread in and ignite the tens of thousands of wine barrels in the wine cellar, so they completely destroyed the four exits from the basement in desperation. , sealed the entire basement.

Sister Demi risked her life to let An go.

So Ancai took advantage of the darkness in the wine cellar and hid in the gaps between the wine barrels, struggling to survive.

It turned out that the two patrolmen were looking for Ann in the wine cellar.

When I met An, An had been hungry for several days. I asked him how he survived. He couldn't go without eating or drinking for several days and still remain like this.

Ann told me that he sometimes found some mushrooms on the old and rotten sleepers under the barrels to satisfy his hunger.

Sometimes when I was very hungry, I would secretly sneak back to the lounge of the wine cellar. While those people were sleeping or leaving, the women would bring some of the saved food to An.

However, starting from the day before yesterday, those people discovered that the women secretly provided food to An.

The punishment for those women is that their daily small food supply is halved, and all food must be eaten in front of them.

At this point, An has been hungry for three days.

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Every second of memories is a kind of suffering for An. He doesn't even want to think about those past events, nor does he want to face them.

But once he told it, he was able to perfectly imitate the countess's tone of voice and completely restore the conversation at that time. It seems that these words are still fresh in his memory.

At this time, An's eyes were full of anger. Such things left unforgettable scars on his young mind. He suddenly held my hand tightly, his eyes full of longing. He looked at me, and then said: "You are a falcon warrior. You will definitely be able to defeat those despicable civilians. Please save my mother and sister!"

I sighed secretly, because I saw the seeds of hatred in An's eyes. Probably An would never have any good impression of civilians in his life.

If these people are found guilty and sent to the court, they will be tied to crosses and burned to death.

I looked at An. At this time, he needed some light and justice to guide the darkness hidden in his heart. I looked into his eyes and said to him: "Okay, let me help you!"

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The underground wine cellar of Zimmerman Manor has a very neat layout. It is a very regular square underground building. Four lounges are built in the southeast, northeast, southwest and northwest corners. Among them, the ones in the northeast and northwest corners The rest room was filled with food at the moment and was locked as a material warehouse. The key was in the hands of Anthony, the winemaker with pigtails on his head.

According to An, the lounge is just a place for servants to rest in the wine cellar. There are usually about twenty servants working in the wine cellar in the manor. Each lounge only has two rooms, the groom and the The gardener lives in the southwest corner lounge, while the cook and brewer live in the southeast corner lounge.

I originally wanted to take An out of the wine cellar first, but after An told him his miserable situation, I decided to rescue the women first.

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An and I were lying on the wine barrel shelf outside the southeast corner of the lounge, silently watching a middle-aged man who was as fat as a ball drunk and walked out holding a candle. It was particularly dazzling in the dark wine cellar. He His steps seemed a little frivolous, and the bright candlelight reflected on his face. He was somewhat bald, with sparse hair on the edge of his head hanging behind his head, his eyes were a little swollen, and his thin lips under his red nose looked very mean.

His round face was shiny, and his chin could not be seen. His face was as thick as his neck, and he had a belly as round as a ball. Maybe he was drunk and staggered when he walked.

"He is the chef Joseph!" An whispered in my ear: "He once participated in an adventure group. I heard him chatting with the winemaker Anthony. They met in an adventure group!"

"Adventure group, were they once warriors?" I didn't expect these people to have ever participated in an adventure group, and I didn't know what their strength was. I didn't want to take risks.

"That Anthony can do various tricks with a dagger. He showed it to some noble ladies at the ball at the manor. This chef is very powerful. He can carry a fat pig on his back." An Endeavor I thought about the characteristics of these two people, and then said to me.

I took out the thorium long-barreled shotgun from my magic pocket, pressed an ordinary lead shot into the magazine, put the long-barreled shotgun on the barrel, and while fixing the gun stand, I said to An: "This is a firearm. It is very common in the dwarf kingdom. It is a magic weapon with long-distance attack method invented by dwarf craftsmen. Here is the gun. Tube, this is the magazine, and here is the excitation device. Look at the magic pattern array above. A magic crystal can be embedded in the center of the array. If the magic crystal is installed, ordinary people can use such a shotgun easily. It Although its power is a little inferior to that of bows and arrows, its biggest advantage is that ordinary people can use it!"

An listened to my detailed explanation, her eyes sparkling, and she looked at me with envy. She swallowed her saliva and said to me: "Unfortunately, this shotgun is too big, I can't lift it at all. I really want to have one now." A shotgun."

I wanted An to have some means of self-defense in the future, so I took out a handgun that was more than a foot long from my magic pocket and handed it to him.

This handgun is very beautifully made and has very good accuracy. The excitation device on it is designed very reasonably. The bullet is a copper bean the size of a soybean. The recoil of this handgun is very small, making it suitable for women with weak wrist strength. .

This was a gift given to me by Senior Benjamin a while ago. He knew that I liked guns very much, so he did everything he could to get it from a weapons dealer. However, he made a mistake in his estimation. He mistakenly thought that a magic apprentice like me would not have such strong power, so he specially picked a pistol with almost no recoil. Without the effect of long-range sniping, such a pistol in my hand was like a toy. For me, this pistol with a range of only fifteen yards was completely useless. At such a close distance, I could release lightning arrows.

Senior Benjamin also had good intentions, so I was still very happy to accept it. I politely declined his invitation to join their team, and said that after the Battle Soul Team was disbanded, I would not join any other team this semester, so that he could completely put his mind at ease. I know what he thinks. He just wants to ensure that his team wins the championship in the martial arts competition, so that their team and the names of each of their members will be engraved on the wall of honor.

Therefore, I had an unused pistol in my magic waist bag. Seeing that An was not opposed to firearms, I happily took it out and gave it to him along with the bag of copper beans.

I said to him, "Before you become a real knight, use this pistol to protect the people you care about most!"

He couldn't hide the joy in his heart. He took the pistol, nodded to me excitedly and said, "Yeah!"

Maybe it was too quiet in the wine cellar, and any slight sound could attract the attention of others.

At this time, Chef Joseph stopped and looked at me suspiciously. He seemed to have heard our conversation vaguely.

Without any hesitation, I pulled the firing pin, opened the spider-web-like magic perception, and attached the 'flame tongue weapon' magic to the shotgun. The next moment, the trajectory virtualized in the sea of ​​​​spirit overlapped with the barrel of the long-barreled shotgun, and the muzzle was aimed at the knee of the fat chef Joseph.

"Bang!"

The sound of the long-barreled shotgun was not loud, but it was very crisp, and the bullet was ejected from the gun, and a flash of fire sprayed out. Before Joseph could react alertly, the bullet exploded directly on his knee.

The knee of his left leg was smashed by the lead bullet, and he screamed "Ah" and fell to the ground.

He instinctively rolled his fat body, hid behind the barrel, and shouted loudly for Anthony...

It's close to the Spring Festival, the update time is not stable, sorry