The magician from the time of peace

"This is... a letter?" Agnes sighed in disbelief, "I didn't expect to find a clue."

"Can I open it?" Merris asked.Although this question should be asked of the original owner of the letter, since her whereabouts are unknown, it is also okay to ask the original owner.

Agnes said nonchalantly, "Let's take it apart, I want to see it too."

The stack of letters was neatly stacked in chronological order. Merris took out the first letter and carefully took out some yellowed letter paper.

The first line of the letter read: "Dear Nell:"

Looks like these were letters written to her by someone else, Merris thought, looking down.

Then he froze.

Below the respectful and polite beginning, there is a long speech... swearing, the words are sometimes vulgar and indecent, filled with the atmosphere of ordinary people, and sometimes contain all kinds of mocking attacks without dirty words.

However, such rough sentences have beautiful and smooth handwriting, and the ink has left an elegant arc on the letter paper. If you don’t read the content carefully, you may think it is a letter of official communication between countries.

Merris skipped the text full of gossip and turned to the last page—it had written three full pages of this kind of content—and found that at the end of the letter, it was politely signed by the sender: "You Sincerely Vera".

Merris: "..."

Agnes: "..."

"Excuse me, does this goddess Vera have this kind of personality?" Merris asked.

"I, I don't know..." Agnes replied feebly, and then said to herself: "I was a little suspicious when I saw the handwriting, but I didn't expect it to be..."

Merris put down the letter, which contained nothing but obscenities, and opened the second.

He kind of didn't want to read it.

The main tone of the second letter is almost the same as that of the first letter, but there are a lot of innovations in the way of expression. Merris felt that his eyes were hurt after just a cursory sweep, and he urgently needed Philip to wash him with a cleansing spell. Wash your eyes.

He threw the stack of letters to Agnes, and sat down beside Felix to rest. Reading this kind of letters was more tiring than calculating the formula overnight.

Felix looked at him: "Tired?"

"It's okay." Merris put her head on Felix's shoulder and narrowed her eyes: "It's just a little headache."

Felix pushed his shoulders and pointed to his knees, and Meris immediately shifted his position with a smile on his face, lying on his lap.

Felix looked down at him with no expression on his face, but he put his hands in Merris' blond hair, and pressed his slender fingers on his scalp, giving him a massage to relieve fatigue.

Merris issued a comfortable □□: "I like Philly the most."

Felix didn't say a word, kept moving his hands, and occasionally leaned down and kissed Merris' hair lightly, causing the latter to chuckle softly.

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"Almost half of the previous letters are scolding. If you can persist in scolding for such a long time, you should not be able to do scolding at each other..." Eggers couldn't help trembling when she saw dozens of letters a year. , She sorted out her thoughts, forcibly straightened the image of the goddesses in her heart, and raised her head: "But now these letters are gradually starting to have content, you want... what are you doing!!?"

Merris was about to fall asleep in a daze, but was startled by Agnes' voice, and immediately sat up: "What's wrong?"

"It's too much for you to hug each other when I'm working hard to read this kind of letter!" Agnes complained angrily.

"Hug and hug?" Merris tilted her head and said doubtfully, "No, I'm just lying on Philly's lap."

Agnes was powerless: "What is the essential difference between this and cuddling? Forget it, don't talk about it, come and read the letter."

Merris shut up obediently, smiled and blinked at Felix who picked up the book, and walked to Agnes's side: "Is there anything worth noting?"

Agnes supported her chin: "Well... Although this letter is mainly about accusing each other, there is one interesting person mentioned."

She pointed to one of the paragraphs: "It's time for you to return what she left to me. There is no other end for such a precious treasure left in the hands of a pig like you except to rot."

Merris asked curiously: "Who is this 'she'?"

"I don't know, so I flipped through the previous letters and found that she appeared several times." Aggers said, sorting out the contents one by one.

"Do you f*ck think I'll forget about the past? If you f*ck it wasn't because she likes you, I would have chopped you into three-inch pieces and dumped them in the scrapyard."

"It really makes people laugh out loud. Do you know that she is dead? What are you going to do now, hold a resurrection ceremony? I can't tell whether you are a fool, an idiot, or simply have no brains. "

"If she is still alive, seeing that the dirty, vulgar, and vulgar things you call me are exactly like you, she will definitely destroy you humanely with her own hands. At that time, I will wave the flag to cheer."

There are three or four similar sentences, dotted in dozens of letters of mutual abuse, like pearls in the ocean, and Agnes's eyesight to pick them out cannot be underestimated.

"'She' seems to be a very important person to them." Merris said, pressing the words with his slender fingers, reading them several times, and finally gave up: "From here We can't get anything more valuable in a few sentences, so let's move on to the next letter."

"I really want to know who she is." Agnes said enviously: "It can make the two goddesses jealous of her. If it was her, wouldn't it be possible for them to write a new book with just one sentence?"

Merris smiled, noncommittal, and opened the letters at the back. After leaving the irrational emotions—although the irrational time lasted too long—their letters began to become peaceful.

In the letters, they would exchange interesting stories about the people they met every day, lamenting that human beings are really amazing creations with rich emotions and outstanding creativity. I don’t know who made such a race. Of course, what they discussed most was With new discoveries in alchemy, Merris also learned that the legacy left by "her" was a pile of books and letters, which recorded alchemy knowledge far beyond the level of the time. The two "goddesses"— —Meris always felt that they should be called girls—most of the work he did was sorting out and correcting this file.

"Furr and Victory should be at war at this time, why didn't the letters between them mention the war at all?" Agnes frowned and asked.

"Maybe it's because I live in a relatively secluded place, so I don't know much about current affairs." Merris guessed, flipped a new page with his fingers, glanced at it and said, "Oh, I seem to have guessed wrong."

Agnes leaned closer: "What did you write?"

Vera wrote: "Today a man covered in blood came to me. I helped him heal his wounds, but he pulled me very excitedly and said that he wanted me to bless his wounded comrades. It's all because of me, Xiao Nei, is it funny? I obviously didn't ask them to do anything, the most I just scolded you, you won't get angry, I don't know what they are doing, it's really boring and troublesome, That man was taken out later, and the blood stained the carpet in my room, so men are dirty, and in the end I let the maid clean it..."

Agnes shuddered. Although the two countries have been at war so far, most of the reason is to compete for land and resources, but at the beginning there were constant disputes in the small border area, and the reason was to maintain their respective beliefs.As a result, the believers didn't pay attention to the struggles of other people at all. The king spent money and money for the beauties and could win the beauties to smile, but they just got "boring" in exchange for fighting for them.

Agnes couldn't help sighing: "It's so miserable."

Fortunately, there is no such thing as fighting for beliefs anymore.

Different from this non-related attitude, the next letter obviously felt that the writer was emotional, and even the strength of writing was a bit stronger.

The content is a bit weird.

"I tested the stone you sent, and it really works. As long as it is placed in the room, it can suppress the activity of the elements in the air of the entire room. Basically, the magicians I found here can't use magic. Several higher-level spells can only use low-level spells."

"I analyzed this stone, but I still can't find out what substances caused this phenomenon. Can you tell me how to make this kind of thing? If this can be mass-produced, let alchemy overwhelm magic, No, the day when magic will disappear from the continent is just around the corner!"

Merris raised his eyebrows, and the end of the sentence rose: "Finally, we have the information we need."

There were very few letters left, and Merris immediately opened the next one. The content of this letter was completely around the magic stone, and the beginning of the letter was full of disappointment.

"Really... It turns out that the raw materials needed to make this kind of stone are very scarce, so it seems that it is impossible to fill the entire continent with it after mass production. We should first control a few important places, as long as the magic cannot If it works where it is needed most, the number of people who will learn and use it will be greatly reduced."

Next one: "Well, you're right, I didn't think carefully enough. It's true that if you can't use magic only in a fixed place, it will arouse their suspicion, which greatly increases the possibility of the stone being discovered, or according to your plan. Done well, if the elemental activity of the entire continent is slowly weakening, it can only mean that the God of Magic has abandoned this land—although I don’t believe in God.”

The next one will be the last one: "In order to achieve her wish, let's reconcile. This matter requires our face-to-face planning. How about going back to Cole Island together?"

Afterwards, there was nothing left, and they probably went to the Cole Island, and lived a life where they could communicate without writing letters.

"Isle of Cole...it sounds familiar." Agnes found a small spot in a corner after looking for a long time on the map. It didn't belong to Nefer or Victory. When the Ross Empire split, it forgot to take this barren island away from the land, so it was counted alone in the territory of a small country between the two countries.

"Are they here?" Merris asked.

"At least it was agreed to be here hundreds of years ago." Agnes said, she sorted the letters in order, and put them back in the box with complicated emotions——was stopped by Foster halfway.

"You guys have finally finished reading it, and I want to read it too!" He excitedly snatched the letter over: "The letter from the goddess, the letter from the goddess!"

Agnes glanced at him sympathetically, then turned to Merris and said, "Cole Island is a certain distance from here, whether we walk, ride horses or use space transfer, let Ge Gehua take a rest tonight, I will Explain to Uncle Bud that we have sorted out several rooms. Can you sleep in a double room?"

"Okay, I'll just share one room with Felix, and I won't bother you to tidy up the single room." Merris laughed, and Felix looked up when he heard Felix mention his name. Telling him to do something, he lowered his head to read again.

Agnes secretly swore in her heart: for the sake of her eyes, she would never knock on the doors of these two people tomorrow!