Tides: Years of Dawn

"Don't tell me you're a wizard." After finally helping Tristan stop the bleeding, Gareth thought for a long time before he thought of a problem that wasn't a problem.

Although the wand in front of him was too obvious, Gareth still wanted to get a negative answer - he couldn't imagine that his companion was a wizard, and even if he was, he must be a guy with low talent, otherwise how could he have not seen him for decades? See him conjure up a trick.

"...I really am." Tristan stretched his muscles and bones, found a corner to support his body on it, and raised his chin towards the wand, "But it hasn't been used for a long time, so I probably won't be very good at it."

"Then try it." Gareth picked up the wand for him, and stuffed it into Tristan's hand, "change... change into a cigarette, and calm me down."

"...I'll become a fucking ///slippery///potion///for you to receive///shou///fine. You think you can change whatever you want, and the wizard doesn't have to work, Just turn into a mountain of gold and silver and go to the other side of the world to enjoy happiness."

Tristan muttered and gestured with his wand.

In fact, he didn't remember any incantations anymore, he barely remembered a few syllables.But how the syllables are arranged and combined, and how to run one's own meridians when the syllables are pronounced, I have no impression at all.

He raised and lowered his wand, then raised it again.Then, like aiming a gun, aim at a small vase not far away.

He intends to blow up this vase, this should still be ok.After all, he was able to untie the magic rope from memory, which meant that even if it was only a vague impression, that vagueness was also correct.

"Watch it." He kicked Gareth to get his attention, then took a deep breath and silently recited a few syllables that he didn't know the meaning of but probably pronounced correctly.

Quickly, a light red curse light flew towards the vase.

Gareth was overwhelmed with surprise, and gasped——

No, before he finished his breath, the curse light disappeared.As if being diluted by the air, the mantra light became lighter and lighter as it traveled longer distances, and disappeared completely before it touched the vase.

"... just now didn't count, I wasn't ready, come again." Tristan kicked Gareth again, indicating that he was serious this time.Then he cleared his throat and stared ahead again with bated breath.

He steadied his heartbeat and remained calm, just like an experienced old hunter, holding a magic stick motionless.

Then, although I don't know if it is accurate, but I must have recited the mantra in my heart very clearly.

The tip of the wand flashed red light again, and the red light flew out suddenly, like an arrow shot out.This time it was very brightly colored and rushed towards the vase.

Gareth was ecstatic, and gasped again——

It's a pity that this time he still didn't finish sucking the cold air. The spell lights released by others were all powerful and straight forward, but Tristan's spell light was like a parabola. Before halfway through, it drew a beautiful arc, and then fell to the ground.

There was a chirping sound from the floor, eating up the curse light.

"...you're a bit of a fake wizard," Gareth muttered, no longer expecting Tristan to pull off a decent trick.

"I'm called a bounty wizard, and I'm definitely different from ordinary wizards, do you understand?" Tristan scolded angrily, and threw his wand aside, not looking at it a little discouraged.

"You have a bad kidney." Gareth pointed out sharply.

Tristan didn't answer.

What Gareth was saying was that he was really just a fake mage.Although he was a very powerful character in the family 20 years ago, and was considered by many people to be quite promising, but his youth is over, and he wasted those years, and he will never look back.

He still remembers the night before he left home, the maid who had been watching him grow up held his hand and warned anxiously and sadly—"Tristan, you can't come back after you leave, the family will arrest you , will want you forever! You can no longer use the wand, and you will abandon the only identity that belongs to you."

"But I will save him! Only I can save him!" said Tristan ignorantly. "If I don't take him away, he will die!"

At that time, Tristan didn't know what it meant, and just packed his bags and left with a sense of righteousness.

Before leaving home completely, he went to the reverse world of ordinary people, and he thought that even if he didn't become a wizard, he could make a living in another way. .

As the fool said, to ordinary people, the wizarding world is the opposite, and to wizards, ordinary people are also the opposite.They live on the same planet, but in different planes.The two worlds are isolated but interconnected. Resources are shared, but forces are confronted.

In the world of ordinary people, Tristan cannot use a wand.The two worlds have very different laws of physics, in other words different ways of working spells.But Tristan hadn't taken any courses on the reverse world, so he didn't know anything, not even the simplest way to get objects from space.

Those spells seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't even find a book on the correct use of the power in the body in the reverse world.

This is a plane where spells are dismissed as sorcery. All he can use is his own hands, his own feet, and his own brain that has completely nullified his 20 years of knowledge.

He stumbled and fell into poverty.

In the end, he couldn't go on.He has nothing but brute strength.So he used this brute force to kill someone for the first time for a bag of gold.

Relying on his image of a down-and-out youth, Tristan was hardly hindered, and easily got mixed into the tavern where fish and dragons were mixed.

Even though everything went terribly well, he still trembled as he stabbed the dagger into the belly of the already drunk man in the booth.

The blood flowed warmly onto his hands, and without the protection of spells, he could experience every trace of heat from the other party.The man hadn't even whimpered, since he'd been so drunk before Tristan killed him.

Tristan just sat beside the corpse, not thinking of drawing the dagger for a long time.

The blood drenched Tristan's trousers, dripping onto the floor.

The surrounding noise seemed to have stopped, but the sound of blood hitting the floor was as loud as thunder.

Tristan no longer has any memory of how he dealt with and how to negotiate. He only remembers that day—he got the first pot of gold in his career for the rest of his life.

He covered his coat tightly, and trotted back to the abandoned factory building like a garbage dump.He called the plant home because Gareth was waiting for him in a corner cabinet.

Tristan also shrank into a corner, panting hard.His coat was stained with discolored blood, and his face was covered with mud that hadn't been washed off for several days.

Gareth huddles beside him, nuzzling him with his head.Only then did Tristan come back to his senses, and took out the bag from his clothes for a closer look.

Alas, the smell of gold was so good that he opened the bag and almost buried his face in it.He took a deep breath of the gold coin, wishing he could just drown in it for the rest of his life.

It was precisely because of this bag of gold coins that he ate meat for a month as he wished.

He didn't buy a decent dress, and it didn't occur to him to save his gold coins.He traded the rest of the money for a better dagger, sharper and sharper, which would allow him to complete the task faster and bring him more gold.

That's how it all started, and he thought it would last forever.

Day after day, Tristan gradually got used to being a bounty hunter.This job comes in quickly and a lot of money, and he doesn't need to stay in any one place for a long time, whether it is to escape the pursuit of wizards or the pursuit of ordinary human enemies, it is very convenient.

There is only a bag of gold coins, and they will be exchanged after they are spent.

He had no savings, and Gareth was the only thing he needed to keep—yes, after Gareth lost the cloth bag, he was Tristan's final link to his past identity.

In that cloth bag was a rag that recorded a long spell, and the spell on it could help them return to their original world.Tristan tried many times to memorize the impossibly long spell, but was unsuccessful, so he never burned the cloth.

Maybe it was a fluke in his heart, thinking about ten or twenty years, maybe he would go back and have a look before he died.He has been away from home for many years. Although the reasons for leaving have never wavered, it does not mean that he will not miss him.

He grew up in the world of wizards, and the plants and trees of the wizarding world filled his childhood.

Like most wizarding children, he had played by the River of Tears, and had spotted lizards with tentacles in the school's oldest tower.

He and his companions had sneaked into the library of the sanctuary, tiptoeing down the dusty ancient books from the least noticed shelves and trying to break the seals on them.He also jumped off the Sinner's Bridge, and was tied home with a spell rope by his family and beaten.

He lived carefree for many years until he had a beast of his own, until the beast grew up day by day and deepened his relationship with him day by day, and until his parents wanted to take the beast away and told him—— This batch of animals is unstable, and they all have to be destroyed.

He has many memories of magic, and he didn't leave his land until he was 20 years old.But he kept silent about all this for more than 20 years, as if he would be heard by others, and Gareth would be curious if he mentioned it.

He didn't want Gareth to be curious, because all he could say were good things, and most of Gareth's secrets in that world were cruel secrets.

"You really, why didn't you teach me two tricks when you remembered, then I can also be a bounty wizard now."

Gareth walked around the room, and after confirming that there were no windows or other vents to go out, he sat down again bored and complained.

Tristan laughed. To be honest, he was worried that Gareth knew the past because of the above-mentioned reason. He didn't want to hear Gareth's complaints, because he would never tell the other party——You are a monster that was bred , your genes dictate that you will never be a normal wizard.

"That's nothing to learn," Tristan prevaricated. "It's not as bad as bullets."

As soon as the words were finished, Gareth wanted to continue asking, but he heard a rustling sound from the door.

The two of them immediately sounded the alarm, turned around quickly, one hid beside the bookcase, and the other hid behind the desk.

Tristan switched his uninjured hand and raised his index finger to signal Gareth not to move.Then he held his breath and picked up his wand again.

It's true that Tristan doesn't remember spells very well, and the spell light he can use is as inaccurate as a parabola, but in the absence of bullets and daggers, the wand is the only weapon he can use.

The door was knocked lightly.

Tristan raised his wand.

The door was slammed harder again.

Tristan narrowed his eyes.

The lock clicked, and the door opened a crack.

Tristan aimed at the door, ready to silently chant the moment the other party entered.

But a hairy and bloody head came in, he shook, dodged, sneaked into the door lightly, and then carefully closed the door.

"...A fool?" Gareth was surprised, and walked out from the bookcase first.

The fool whimpered. After seeing Gareth clearly, he wiped the blood on his face with his hand, and rushed towards him excitedly.

TBC