The magician from the time of peace

Foster grabbed Merris' arm abruptly and pushed the nobleman from 1000 years ago to the king. The magician with amazing appearance and unexpectedly good temper allowed him to move. While silently listening to the conversation between Foster and the king.

"Your Majesty, please listen to my words. Although this person is not Lord Portifani, I can be sure that he and the great magician came from the same era. Even though there are very few historical materials left in that era, there is no doubt that it is More The pinnacle of mainland magic. I believe that even if I am the number one magician in the Nefer Empire, I can only be a very ordinary middle-level status at most, and maybe I don’t even have the qualifications to join the army.”

It's a good thing Meris didn't understand, or he'd have to correct him: there were no magicians in the Neferosian army—no magician would condescend to join an army that would never be useful.

The king looked at the official document without looking up: "Continue."

Foster seemed to be greatly encouraged: "So, even if this person is not well-known, as long as he is from that era, there is a very high chance that he has a spell level higher than mine."

He paused, and said in a very unwilling tone: "Alchemy is indeed faster and more practical than magic today, but I believe that people from that golden age can refresh our understanding of magic."

The king glanced at Meris, who was slightly distracted because he couldn't understand anything, took out a document from the bookcase and signed it: "Take him to test the level of elements. Also, teach him as soon as possible. language."

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Foster led Merris on the way to the measuring room with great hope, his mind full of beautiful fantasies that magic would defeat alchemy in one fell swoop from now on.

Something seemed to tap on the shoulder, but Forex ignored it completely and strode forward with enthusiasm.

"Excuse me..." Merris looked at his hand, which was ignored again, and signaled helplessly.

The young man in front suddenly turned his head around as if he just remembered that there was someone behind him, and stared at him with an indescribable...like Felix looking at his research results.

"Excuse me, could you please show me the document in your hand?" In order to let the other party better understand what he meant, Merris pointed to his target, and at the same time showed a smile that was just right.

"You want this? Oh, here you go." It's just a normal approval slip, nothing secret.

Merris took it with both hands, nodded gracefully in thanks, and then looked down at the paper full of words.

It seems that his guess was correct just now. Merris stroked his chin with his slender fingers and pondered. Compared with the pronunciation, the characters of this country are closer to Nevers. Except for some things that are really incomprehensible, this paper He can still understand more than half of what is written on the website.

Having said that, why did you take him to do the element test... Also, when can he go back...

He took out a pen from his pocket—as a magician's most basic cultivation is to carry a pen with him, even to a dinner party—and wrote on the back of the paper: "Hello, Brad Pitt May Rhys DeMarca, you may call me Merris, may I ask why your country summoned me here?"

He handed the paper back to Foster. Facing the astonished eyes of the other party, he could only point to himself with a wry smile, and read it again: "Meris."

Foster murmured: "It's over, it's over, no one has heard of it... Sure enough, I recruited someone unknown, Mr. Portifani, please grant me luck..."

Merris maintained a polite smile: "?"

Seeing that the other party was just talking to himself in a daze, and the dark energy continued to emerge from behind, he had to take out the paper again and wrote: "I'm very sorry that I can't understand the language of your country, can you please tell me in words? An answer to the question asked?"

Foster weakly picked up a pen and wrote on the paper: "We have something to ask for your help, anyway, just follow me first."

He thought for a moment, then wrote: "You can call me Foster."

It is gratifying to celebrate the first communication between people separated by thousands of years.

Although the attitude of one of them is very perfunctory.

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In the measuring room, Merris looked at the device in front of him curiously: Compared with the measuring instrument of the fourth century, it was much smaller, and the indicator strip indicating intimacy was also much shorter. He carefully identified the inscription on it. It is vaguely seen that they are "I unfamiliar", "II acquaintance", "III familiar", and "IV intimate".

What a strange way of measuring... Merris thought to himself, his country is better, the grades are arranged according to the color of gemstones, if it is converted into numbers, each element has about 80 grades.

By the way, the intimacy between Merris and the Fire Elemental is 73, while Portiffany's is 58.

"It hurts!" While Meris was looking intently at the measuring instrument of the new era, the magician of the new era inserted the needle needed for the test into his hand without even saying hello.

Hearing his exclamation, Foster and the surveyor couldn't help but look at each other: did they hear it wrong?This level is going to be painful, maybe a vase was brought over...

I can only hope that this word did not mean "pain" thousands of years ago...

Of course, they didn't know that during the 20 years of her pampered life, Merris saw blood very rarely, not to mention bleeding.

Merris' blood dripped down the needle tube onto the stone of the measuring instrument, and Merris felt a little distressed—the blood of a high-ranking magician is a precious material, and the testing method in this place is too barbaric——the surface of the instrument Seven gemstones of different colors began to emit light in turn, and finally all the gemstones dimmed, only the ruby ​​glowed with a wonderful red light, and the pointer measuring the intensity went to the top position - intimacy.

"Fire element...intimacy?" Foster stared at the dial: "Just... like this?"

"Master Foster, it is a pity that the result of the detector is like this."

"No way... I have all sensed the four elements, although only one has achieved intimacy, how could he only sense one element! Even in our age, there is only one element that can't even touch the edge of a magician Oh my god, why am I so unlucky... I summoned someone!"

"Master Foster, I am very sorry, but the test results are true."

Merris put his skinned finger in his mouth, looked at Foster who was kneeling on the ground and weeping for no reason, and said in his heart: I really want to go back.

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"You will live here from now on," Foster led Merris to a room, and wrote on a piece of paper, "Come to report to the army tomorrow."

He muttered: "Although it is a little weaker, the results of the magic circle that I have prepared for so long must not be wasted."

Before Merris wrote "What on earth do you want from me?", Foster flew away from this sad place, the former frowned for a while, and pulled a book from the shelf—hopefully this big one There will be a map in the bookcase, even if he doesn't have a specific location, he can't draw a magic circle.

Um?Merris saw something he had never seen before, and he blinked: what is alchemy?

He quickly finished reading the entire "Basics of Alchemy", and pulled out another book from the shelf: "Biography of the Nefer Empire".

Then he finally realized that he was not in a neighboring country with a similar language system, but in a distant country, 1000 years later.

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Foster, who was walking slowly in the corridor with his forehead on his hands, bumped into an unexpected person: the person in charge of the measurement room.

"Why did you come out, then who is in charge of that instrument?" He asked because of his job as the head magician.

"The instrument is broken!" The person in charge complained: "Shortly after you left, the ruby ​​exploded. It was a grade III ruby! There are only a few of these in the entire Nefer Empire! Allocate funds to us..."

"Hey, the luck of the magician is not very good recently, is it because Mr. Portifani doesn't want to protect us anymore..." Foster didn't think much, and after a few words of comfort, he said goodbye to the person in charge.

After that, I have to say hello to the army. I don't know if that weak-looking man can be useful. It's really worrying.

Foster was terribly worried.