The magician from the time of peace

Faced with Foster's yelling, Merris let go of his hand, scratched his face in embarrassment, and explained: "Let me introduce, this is my friend Felix. Felix, this is Foster , is the magician of this country."

Felix swept Foster up and down with a very impolite look, continued to rest his hand on Merris' shoulder, and kept his eyes down without speaking.

Foster twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are still a friend, who are you cheating on? It's basically a boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Merris blinked suspiciously. "We're just friends, aren't we, Phil?"

Felix nodded, and quickly kissed Merris on the cheek, who knocked her on the head with a smile.

Foster covered his eyes with one hand, he felt that he had suffered some mental damage, and couldn't help but said: "Who would kiss my good friend!"

"We will, everyone is like this." Merris said naturally: "Is it strange?"

Very strange! ! !

"Would you kiss all your friends!?" Foster yelled outright, putting his hands over his mouth and taking a few steps back in panic.

Merris was speechless about his actions, but still explained with a good temper: "Of course not, Philly is my best friend, that's why I did this."

Felix, hanging on him, nodded cooperatively.

Foster: ...This is definitely beyond the category of friends!

But what good would it do him to speak out, Foster suppressed the desire to speak and shut his mouth.

In the few seconds when he shut his mouth, the two people on the opposite side had already started talking.

"Haven't you already done many experiments? It's impossible to fix spells above level 5, and it doesn't have very strong practical significance. Anyway, why did you suddenly think of this again?"

"I used the alchemy raw materials here to add to the gemstone to adjust the solution, and the result is only a few strokes away from completing the magic circle."

"Really, what new ingredients did you add?"

"Phosphate, borax, iron keto,..."

Foster could understand at first, but later he had no idea what they were talking about, not only because of all kinds of unheard of technical terms, but also because they started arguing directly in the language of the fourth century.

He really wanted to lift the table, but there was no table in the open field. In fact, even if there was a table, he would not dare to lift it, because the two people in front of him who talked about things he didn't understand in a language he didn't understand were so powerful that they were horrifying. Instinctively worshiped by the strong, he just stood aside in a respectful manner, not disturbing them without authorization.

Of course, he was thinking about how to use them for the Nefer Empire. The patriotism was more rooted in the heart of this fourteenth-century magician than the worship of the strong.

Even deeper than the thirst for knowledge.

Merris and Felix reached a consensus: "I see. Although I don't know anything about alchemy, I can help you think about the selection of materials."

Felix nodded: "Thank you."

"This is what I should do." Merris swallowed the rest of the words: He didn't think this research was practical enough, but why did he want to discourage the enthusiasm of his friends?

Especially since this friend came from such a far away place.

Yes.Merris grabbed Felix by the shoulder and asked the question that should have been asked the first time they saw him: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find you."

Felix's eyes were full of taking it for granted, and Meris's heart suddenly melted into a pool of water: "Did you come alone?"

"Ah."

"Who drew the magic circle? I remember time magic was just a theory when I was here."

"I."

"How long did it take?"

"Not very long."

Merris sighed, hugged the man in front of him vigorously, and stroked his black hair gently with his hand, as if to erase all the loneliness that the latter had suffered in the past few years.His eyes were gentle, and his tone of voice was like the soft petals of tulips, which contained the most beautiful things in the world: "Philip, I love you."

Felix replied: "I love you too."

Although Foster didn't understand anything—fortunately, he couldn't understand the language, otherwise he would have shouted out "Who would believe that you are just friends!"—he still mustered up the courage to speak: "You two Your Mightiness."

Merris looked up at him.

Felix looked up at him.

"Well, I'm sorry to disturb you, but..." Foster pointed to the distance: "The enemy is coming."

Because the protective formation set up by Merris was completely destroyed by someone, the long-dormant Victory army finally seized this opportunity and launched an attack.

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Lamb was a colonel in Victory, had seen His Majesty many times, and was a warrior of high standing.

He was biting his fingers at this moment, with a serious expression on his face.

In this war, they originally had the absolute upper hand, but since a sneak attack a few days ago, Lamb discovered that a character had come to Nefer's army. Moreover, the pioneer who went to investigate the news recently had no news at all, as if he had been assassinated without any preparation—but the body could not be found.It wasn't until the best and elderly magicians in their battalion staggered out of their tents to step out of the maze that they realized that a huge flame shield was guarding Nefer.

Lamb didn't know where the magic came from, so he could only silently wait for the best opportunity—the moment when the protective barrier was broken—he firmly believed that this must be the time when the magician ran out of magic power or encountered other foreign enemies.

Now is the best moment!

Army attack!He ordered the knights to take the lead, the infantry to cover the vulnerable archers and magicians with shields, the other part of the soldiers pushed the artillery, and the alchemist was responsible for analyzing the timing and lighting the line of fire.

After biting ten fingers, Lamb began to bite his lips over and over again: there was nothing wrong, everything was perfectly set up, Nefer's troops were not as strong as theirs, as long as the magician who descended suddenly had no fighting ability, then this There is no way they will lose this battle.

He thought optimistically until he was swept away by a turbulent current.

Merris grabbed Felix by the sleeve and shook his head at him.

"What's the matter?" Felix turned his head in confusion, his dark eyes were filled with simple questions like inorganic objects.

"Don't make unnecessary killings." Merris smiled: "This is not good."

"Oh." Felix put his hand back into his pocket, and after a few seconds, he hugged the waist of the person next to him like a nostalgia, and felt that he seemed to be a little clingier than usual, afraid of annoying Merris, Withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

Foster jumped beside him: "It's necessary! Why stop him, the more Victory's people die, the better!"

Merris snickered and hooked Felix's finger, and the latter immediately grabbed Merris' whole hand, and the two of them got together, whispering something in a low voice What.

Foster: "Listen to me!"

Felix rolled his eyes, Merris hurriedly comforted him, and then said to the angry magician: "But, in my eyes, you people from Nefer and Victory are the same, why? Can't we live in peace?"

Foster slandered in his heart: What a young master who knows nothing about the world.

Merris looked at his expression and couldn't help thinking in his heart: What a cruel young man.