crown of stars

"You finally came out!" Sam said dissatisfiedly, took out a handkerchief and wiped his oily hands, and a few chicken bones were neatly stacked on the plate.Two years have passed, time seems to have never left a mark on the halfling, but Turin's beard has turned a few gray.

Messiah glanced at the halfling.Sam is no longer the poor businessman he was back then. In the past two years, Sam has bought specialty products at low prices in the Northland, and sold them to the South, earning a lot of money. He can be considered a wealthy family. A small two-story building.

The dwarf, who had been hungry for a long time, couldn't wait to pick up the knife and cut open the belly of the roast chicken on the plate.A sweet smell of grilled chicken mixed with sugar apple hits the face, Du Ling took a deep breath, and began to eat without image.

After drinking and eating, the halfling took out a brick-thick dictionary from his backpack, and searched for words.

"Found it." Sam turned the dictionary to face the Messiah.His name was boldly spelled in cursive script on the parchment, followed by a long list of explanations.

Messiah and Messiah are both names with strong religious meaning, originally meaning the anointed one, the one chosen by God.Before the king and the patriarch of the church ascended the throne, they would follow the ancient tradition of pouring sesame oil on the forehead before the statue of the god, and letting the clean and cool ointment flow down.This ceremony is called anointing.

In this material world where most people live, gods exist and churches abound.Even the most powerful princes and nobles will try their best to avoid blasphemy or angering the supreme monarch.

In his memory, the parents who seem to be absent, and the name they gave him are really intriguing.

Messiah finished scanning the few lines of writing, turned his head without interest, and went to the wooden sign erected at the entrance of the tavern to check if there were any commissions that needed to be resolved.Holding the wine glass, Du Ling dozed off bit by bit, only Sam was still thinking wildly.

Maybe there is some kind of unknown life experience behind our dragon slaying warrior. Not everyone can take this kind of name.Halflings give full play to the spirit of gossip.For a while, I speculated that he might be the prince of a certain principality, who had to leave the palace for some reason; An illegitimate child... When the silver-haired youth was looking at the notice board, Sam made up seventeen or eight tragic and twisted life experiences for him.

A raven slid through the bitter cold wind in the treetops and landed on the platform of the window of the mage tower.

Nigel took out some bread crumbs from his bosom and let the ravens peck at them.

It's been two years...

In the past two years, he has been immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and he has never stepped out of the mage tower.The instructor, Ansair, looked strict, but he was also very strict in reality, demanding the highest standards from the three apprentices.The only good thing is that he generously borne all the learning materials and utensils, allowing the half-elf to continue his studies without worrying about food and clothing.

Every three months, a postman would travel long distances to the empty valley of the Invisible Mage Tower to drop a bag of gifts that came from afar.Sometimes it is a complete animal hide, sometimes it is a set of small dissecting knives, and some precious medicinal materials and ores.

The one who gave him something could only be that creature that probably wasn't even a human being.

Is he going to live in the north forever?Aside from the half-elf's doubts, there was a hint of warmth in his heart.

Raven finished pecking at the bread crumbs, rubbed his head against his palm, and raised his right paw.There was a very small cylinder on it, and Nigel carefully unscrewed the lid, and took out the strip of paper rolled into the thickness of a finger.

The raven jumped off the window sill without looking back, and flew around the mage tower.

Nigel unfolded the note impatiently.The note cast a shrinking magic, and the moment he unwrapped the rune, it turned into a piece of parchment several feet long.

It was a letter between him and His Excellency the Eye of Prophecy, that is, the mage with the long beard and the white robe.Nigel cherishes this hard-won learning opportunity very much. Whenever he has time, he seizes the opportunity to ask his tutor for advice, and even touches some fields quite deeply.

And those fields are exactly what Ansair is not good at, so he acquiesced in the contact between his disciples and the Eye of Prophecy.

The letter reads:

Seeing letters is like meeting.Arman mentioned to me recently that the priests of the temple seem to be monitoring some unusual disturbances, and the transfers are very frequent.Ever since the Aberrants raged in the Year of Calamity, to put it bluntly, Aignor has become a little nervous, and he will go to war when encountering something.

I went to the Wizards Association to check some things, and it turned out that there was indeed such a thing two years ago.I think Ansair should have told you that the Outer Plane and the Main Material Plane often communicate with each other.The most common ones are summoning and teleportation, and the fluctuations caused on the main material plane are temporary.But this time is different from the past, this kind of fluctuation has not disappeared, and there is a tendency to gradually become stronger.

This is not a good sign.As an old man, I sincerely hope that I can live in peace until I die of old age.Although your talent is amazing, don't be too anxious to choose the color of the robe, and lay a good foundation in Coralie to deal with the chaos in the future.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door, and Nigel put the letter paper on the table.

"What are you doing?" The eldest son of the earl raised his eyebrows and mocked, "Are you sneaking around and researching shameful things again? I said, uncle shouldn't have recruited you back then, even the kitchen has more Make a meal for one person."

Nigel turned a deaf ear, this kind of ridicule was staged every day, not only him, even another apprentice was bullied like this.At the beginning, it was a small-scale ridicule, and then developed into snatching research results and direct hands-on.Edwin always relied on his non-existent noble blood to abuse other apprentices in the mage tower wantonly.

Fortunately, the wandering life in the past not only gave him scars, but also gave him gifts. Nigel eagerly absorbed the knowledge in the mage's tower. Wen Ji hated and always looked for opportunities to provoke.

"Is there something wrong with the instructor?"

Edwin evoked a malicious smile.

"That's right, my uncle wants you to take a herb from the medicine cabinet to the laboratory, hurry up, if you slow down, all his experiments will be ruined!"

Nigel didn't say anything more, got up and went out, followed by Edwin.

There can never be too much material for a mage.As a standard mage, the giant dragon of Ansel generally searched for all the materials within the range of vision, so he had to spend energy to expand the space of the storage room.The storage room has cabinets on all four walls, with the ceiling on top, made of hard and corrosion-resistant materials, engraved with strange patterns.

Edwin casually mentioned a location lazily, watching Nigel open the drawer unsuspectingly with unknown malice——

The figure in front of the medicine cabinet suddenly faded away.Edwin's heart clenched, he stared at the half-opened drawer, his feet motionless.

It wasn't petrified sight, nor fear, a group of extremely viscous liquid suddenly appeared on the originally smooth floor, firmly standing on the sole of his shoe.

Damn it, mirror image!

Edwin gritted his teeth, took out the spell book and began to search for the solution.

Nigel leaned against the door frame, staring at the earl's eldest son who began to chant a spell in panic, and then detonated another magic that had been prepared long ago.

Deafening screams immediately overwhelmed Edwin.

Ansair arrived after a few breaths, and was the first to see the third apprentice leaning weakly against the corner with a pained face.Several broken glass bottles fell on the floor, and the semi-solidified unknown fluid mixed together, emitting a pungent smell.

Edwin stood there in a daze. Just now, he chanted the spell and accidentally knocked over the reagent that was put aside.

Ansair scanned the surroundings, saw the half-exposed drawer, and immediately understood the general idea of ​​the matter.

The drawer contained mandrakes.It has a strong toxicity, and it always grows beside the guillotine and the gallows, watered by the blood of the dying man, and the unwilling resentment and wailing penetrate deeply into every part of the mandrake.When it is exposed to the air, it makes a horrible scream enough to drive people mad or die.The only way to survive is to stand far enough away and shout over the mandrake.

Edwin took advantage of this property of the Mandrake, trying to trick another of his disciples into opening the drawer.

They are also lucky, the reagents placed here are not high-risk products, and they will only emit a foul smell when mixed together, and then make people feel nauseous and cough for a few days.

The construction servant quickly arrived at the room and cleaned it up again.

With a gloomy face, the red-robed mage closed the half-open cabinet again.Edwin opened his mouth, trying in vain to explain, but was finally defeated by his uncle's terrifying gaze, biting his lip and following Ansair.

"In view of Edwin's mistakes, Nigel, you can ask me a request that is not excessive."

Nigel straightened up with "difficulty", and his smoke-blue eyes instantly lit up surprisingly.

"I'd like to borrow the mentor's book on psionics."

Ans Aire flattened the corners of his lips.

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you this. I remember I said that psionic power and arcane art are two completely different systems. Arcane art requires you to analyze the world with rational eyes, while psionic power is subjective and idealistic. Do you want to go crazy accepting two opposing modes of thinking at the same time?"

"And psionic energy originally originated from illithids, and all psionic systems in later generations have their shadows. The sticky and cold thinking of those disgusting brain eaters is reflected in every part of psionic energy. The more you delve into it, the lost Human nature is also increasing, and I have no plans to teach a humanoid illithid yet."

Nigel lowered his eyes in frustration and covered his chest.

"I'm too greedy, mentor."

Ansair didn't answer, but his eyes softened.

"Then teacher, can you give me the gemstone in the collection cabinet?" Nigel made another seemingly unrelated request after insulated from the thick book with a dark green cover.

which gem?Ansair immediately realized that Nigel was referring to the sapphire he put in his study.Apart from being bigger and calming people down quickly, there is no other effect.The cut is poor and the clarity is not pure enough. It was a coincidence that he bought it from a gem dealer when he was young.

Anyway, it was just ash, Ansair agreed without thinking about it.

Edwin's eyes dimmed suddenly behind him, why didn't uncle just give the book to that kid and make him go crazy...

In the end, the ending is a happy one.Before leaving, the red-robed mage glanced at the apprentice who was slowly standing up.

The magic on the drawer that kept the mandrakes insulated was still intact, untouched at all.He actually thought of using phantom sound to fake the scream of the mandrake, but Edwin, a fool, could still fall for it.

This clever little rascal...

The author has something to say:

Why did you choose the name Messiah? It was immediately exposed. It's so clever.

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