The First Law God Black History Handbook

Thrander looked at the young saint in front of him calmly.

The timid, cowardly, crying and sloppy little boy in the past has grown into the handsome young man he is today. His strong figure, agitating strength, and vigorous fighting spirit undoubtedly all speak of his toughness.

He wouldn't even have recognized the child if it wasn't for the old Aruman's letters.

Thrander suddenly laughed.

"As a nobleman, your etiquette is to ask someone's name and address without introducing yourself? Legston Arthur Aruman, your etiquette is really worrying."

Legston's mind went blank.

He couldn't even remember what the person opposite said just now. In his eyes, there was only that smiling face that seemed to be shrouded in holy light.

By the time he realized the displeasure of the person opposite, the smile that made him fall into a dream had disappeared, and what remained was the forced anger under the cold eyes of the person who was moved by his heart.

"I... sorry, really, Your Honorable Mage! I didn't mean to offend..."

Thrander lowered his eyes slightly, the eyes were as sharp and piercing as a knife.

Even the boy from the Aruman family can't look at him like this!What this look meant, Thrander knew better than anyone else.

"Get out of here, immediately!"

The slight wind suddenly became violent in the deep voice, like a roaring lion, it spun and slammed into the face when Legston was unprepared.

"Your Excellency! Master Mage!"

Legston's fighting spirit circulated in his body, and he subconsciously wanted to make a move, but at the last moment, he dissipated his fighting spirit, and just used his agility to avoid the strong wind and fallen leaves from all directions.

"My lord mage, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help you!" After suffering dozens of tiny wounds, Legston finally found the space to speak, "I am Narth of the Ktrondor Empire. The son of the Duke of De, Legston Arthur Aruman! I am very sorry for the previous abruptness! Please give me another chance, and I will definitely not do anything to displease you again!"

The gust of wind gradually diminished and turned into a gentle breeze again.

"I don't need your help." Thurander glanced at Legston, and the emotion in this glance was very weak, like an ancient well that had been deposited for a long time, seeing through the changes in the world, and did not want to stir up any more ripples.

For a moment, Legston only felt that there was no way to hide his little thoughts from the other party's eyes.

Just when Legston was shocked by this direct glance, the mage had already passed him and walked into the distance.

——His steps are so slow, his posture is so elegant, but his speed is tens of feet in an instant.

Legston was dumbfounded.

It can be said that at the moment when he saw the speed of the white-robed mage, Legston suddenly felt self-doubt.

He started practicing fighting qi at the age of five, entered the third stage of fighting qi at the age of eight, broke through the fourth stage of fighting qi where countless people were stranded at the age of nine, and became a famous young genius in the Ketrondo Empire.

Now, at the age of 26, he is the youngest saint on the mainland.

But he couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed.

He was too eager before, ignoring the unusual features of the other party, but now he is very calm.

That person was always ten steps away from him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with him!

What kind of weird speed is this?magic?But he has been roaming the mainland for so many years, and he has never seen such magic!

The most important point is that when the mage attacked himself with wind magic, he didn't chant a spell!

He remembered how far a magician could go without spells?

Great magician?Wizard?Or a magister?

Legston frowned and muttered to himself: He can't remember such a simple thing, he really isn't suitable for learning magic!

Just thinking about it, the dense forest has come to an end.

"God of light, you are back, little duke!"

Returning to the place where he had separated from Little Peake before, Legston had no time to respond to his little follower, when he saw the figure hidden in the trees in front of him pause for a while, and then went away again.

It seems that he really doesn't like himself and doesn't intend to have anything to do with him.Legston thought to himself.

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A day later, deep in the forest.

A bloody corpse lay in the overgrown bushes. The corpse was like a squirrel, but several times bigger than a squirrel, and it was smelly and black with blood.

Corrosion Beast.

Violent by nature, likes to eat carrion, and has a highly poisonous body.

Thrander stood up, took off the gloves on his hands and threw them away, took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped his fingers carefully, then threw away the handkerchief and turned to leave.

This was his last kill, and his collection was over.

"Lord Fashen!" A voice came out suddenly.

The graceful Thrander paused, and took out the magic spar from the storage ring.

"Carl." He responded softly.

Carl's voice was coming from the magic spar.

"It's black! My Lord Fashen, it's a black land! There's an aura of darkness everywhere!"

Thrander's eyes drooped slightly, and his tone was as calm as ever: "Did you tell Dean?"

"Yes, Lord Fashen, Your Excellency Dean already knows about it. But he can't help it." Carl's voice is still respectful, but the fear and anxiety in it can't be concealed no matter how hard it is.

"Carl..."

Thrander's eyes gradually softened, and his voice sounded like a sigh: "Darkness and light have never been separated, and demons and gods have always been one. Karl, if you are not afraid of light, then you don't need to be afraid of darkness."

"Master Fashen..." The other side of the voice fell into a moment of silence, and then came the voice of the housekeeper who regained his calm, "Thank you, Master Fashen."

After finishing contact with Karl, Thrander looked towards a big tree in front of him.

"I told you, you have no talent for magic."

Accompanied by Thrander's voice, a figure appeared behind the big tree.He walked out slowly, smiling like a child begging for candy: "You have discovered me a long time ago, Your Excellency the Mage."

Thrander frowned at him.

"Why didn't you expose me until now?" He approached, expectantly, "Maybe you don't hate me as much as you appear."

"That's because I don't want to argue with a naughty child." Thurander raised his head slightly, his eyes lowered, looking down at Legston's young face like a king inspecting knights, "Mr. Aruman, you Too weak and too small."

Legston looked surprised.

Because it was only at this moment that Legston realized that this handsome and extraordinary mage was no less tall than himself.And such a height, when the other party raised his head slightly and looked down at him, it actually produced a great temptation and oppression for him.

Not only that, but the other party also has the majesty and charm that belong to the elders alone.

That is the simplicity, profoundness, elegance and nobility that have been accumulated over the years.Far more convincing than himself who had been educated by the royal family.

And under such pressure, he needs to look up to the opponent.

At the same time, he wants to conquer the opponent even more.

Legston put his right hand on the position of the left atrium, and bowed slightly: "What you are teaching, Master Fashen. As a junior who has not yet broken through the realm of Valkyrie, in front of you, I am indeed just an insignificant child. "

He spoke in a humble and polite manner, his slightly drooping head covered his eyes full of excitement and excitement, and at the same time, there was a violently beating heart under his palm, and...

A trembling soul.

He wants to conquer him!

His soul told him so.

"You should go back. I don't have time to entangle with a child." As if not aware of Legston's frenzy, Thrander walked around him and headed in one direction.

Legston was sure he was chasing as hard as he could.

"Your Excellency Fashen, aren't you curious about the purpose of my coming here?" Seeing that Thrander didn't pause at all, he couldn't help but say, "I'm talking about my own purpose, not the old man's, uh, the old duke's. Purpose."

Thrander still didn't stop, his figure was getting farther and farther away from Legston.

"Your Excellency, Fashen! I have been to the Holy Academy of Magic! I have also felt the dark atmosphere there!"

The distant figure suddenly stopped, like a statue that already existed there, waiting quietly.

Overjoyed, Legston rushed over, with a sincere smile on his face: "As you have heard, it is an evil breath from the dark abyss, and it only takes one touch to make people fall into the endless abyss. "

"Have you touched it?" Thrander looked at him with calm eyes.

Legston nodded without hesitation: "Your Excellency, those evils cannot invade my body or even my soul. I am the lucky son who has been blessed by you. I thank you." He bowed his head and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Thrander nodded, turned around and set off on his way back: "Wait for me at the Holy Court of Magic."

The author has something to say: When the fighting spirit of the bear child is ignited——

Legston: I think I can break the sky every day!

Thrander: Carl, close the door!

Legston: I'm (withered)...... T_T