Only this trick can summon the Elemental Elf King

On the edge of the Corolla crater, in the place just out of the scorching heat, there is a small house built according to the old mage's preferences.

This fine little house is well furnished, with a few swift and quiet servants.

The former great wizard Mo Luolin will spend the rest of his life here.

When Rein came, it was just time for the people of Condon to eat breakfast, but it was obvious that his teacher was used to getting up early and eating early.

The door was opened for him by the elderly cook, who was just coming out to put some leftover bread from breakfast on the stone table outside--the hungry tramp would take them by the way.

The cook didn't know about Mo Luolin, the great wizard, or Rein in the Forest of Sages. These things were too far away for her, and she only needed to think about what to make for lunch.She looked natural, and was only surprised that someone would come to visit. You must know that since she came here, the owner of the small house has been closed like a ghost trapped here. He has no friends, no wife, no children, and he even rarely Don't go out of this house.

"Su Ya, next time there are children who come to ask for candy, just give it to them. You don't need to let them in. They are too noisy." The old mage's hoarse voice came from inside. After so many years, he lost his magic power and stagnated time He paid back double, he was aging too fast, and every day he lived was a miracle of the gods.

Rein slowed down his pace, and he hadn't visited the old mage for a long time. It seemed that his physical condition was not optimistic.

"Good morning, teacher." He greeted him with a brisk tone, and sat down on the soft sofa.

"Huh?" The old mage, who was trapped in a pile of soft cotton cloth, raised his head in surprise, and he put on a little smile with his wrinkled face, "Line, it's rare that you can come here." Next Seconds later, he withdrew his smile again, "Tell me, what's the matter? I'm old, time is precious, and I can't afford to waste it."

Rein knew that the old mage had a strange temper, so he didn't intend to say any polite words. He touched the ring on his hand and said calmly, "Teacher, I summoned the Elemental Elf King."

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What a shocking news.The old mage opened his eyes wide. When he was young, he might have danced with joy, but now, after being dazed, he regained his composure, as if the person who had madly studied Adams' works was another person.However, it is also possible that he himself understands that there is nothing he can do now.

He traded his proud magical power for a miracle and a rich reward from the king.

"Line." He may have thought of the days when he possessed magic power, or maybe it was the freckled girl when he was still studying in the Tower of White Demons. In short, his tone and expression could be called sad, "You also know that I used magic power Come in exchange for money and titles, right? This matter should have been a joke for a long time in the mage world." After he lost his magic power, he seldom interacted with them, deliberately avoiding their sharp eyes.

Lein nodded, not much to say.

The old mage raised his head, stretched out his finger and pointed to the fireplace with burning firewood, "Under the ashes, there is a notebook." Rein followed his hand to look over, got up and walked over, the flame obediently moved aside, and the wind replaced him. Push away the ashes.Sure enough, there was a notebook there, intact.

The ashes were also blown away from the cover to reveal a gold-plated name: Adams D. Furrow.

"I tried to destroy it." Mo Luolin looked at the notebook in Rein's hand, "but it seems that it can't be destroyed with ordinary strength. Maybe the master is afraid that he will accidentally throw it into the fire pit, so he added a lot of defensive magic." He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Now, let it tell you why I did what I did."

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12.3

It's strange that Eligula would like to sew dolls, I thought she was just curious about bows.

But if you think about it carefully, girls seem to like this kind of gadgets more.

Today Akurebo is as frizzy as ever, he always breaks my reagent bottles, although he looks embarrassed afterwards, but if this continues, I should go bankrupt because I can't afford the reagent bottles, It's time to do something about it.

12.6

Eligula didn't come today, and Elendro said she was a little busy.

Originally, today I made an appointment to take her to the old Borg's shop to try the new desserts.

But it doesn't matter, thanks to the generous old Borg, I have learned, and if Ilegula wants to eat it in the future, I can make it anytime.

12.11

What a day to celebrate!Anxi Weiluo is finally willing to come!But he looked very shy, and he even asked the question of what he likes to eat all morning. When I drew his portrait, he also looked very reserved, with a red face, and sometimes I dared not look him in the eyes.

Ah, now that I think about it, I'm so excited and embarrassed.

12.16

I never expected Ancivilo to do such a thing!Omg...I don't know what to say anymore, I have to get my poor house back up now.

1.13

Another one in my little book!Her name is Demareda, and Eligula has completely regarded me as a friend. I have taught them Continental for a long time, but they just can't learn it. There is no way, I have to try their language.

What a strange language.

1.30

I thought I had already studied it thoroughly, and today I learned a new name from Eligula, Lutherever, what kind of elemental spirit is it?Ilegula said something that I didn't understand, but I can't help it, their language is too difficult, I just barely understand it.

2.14

Lutherever, king of the elemental spirits.

3.2

I felt as if I was caught in a giant vortex.

3.16

Deceiving.

4.3

Elegula lied.

4.16

ended.

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The more turbulent the sea is in a person's heart, the calmer the surface will be.

The old mage tremblingly picked up the porcelain cup, his lips that seemed to be always dry and cracked only lightly tapped on it, and didn't intend to drink it at all.

"It took me 20 years to unravel its restriction." The old mage's voice seemed to echo, and Lein felt as if he was standing on the cloud and talking to himself in the well, "I added a stored magic circle to it. , sending as much magic power as possible into it every day, but even so, it still took 20 years."

The old mage suddenly smiled, as if joking, "Ah, it seems that he, like you, is the kind of person who can't run out of magic power."

"Here, what is it?" Rein didn't understand the joke. He pointed to the torn pages at the back of the diary, and they only left a few uneven paper piles.

"Ah, that." The old mage took a sip of water, letting the cold water flow into his lungs, his eyes were fixed on the torn place, and the tingling pain from his lips made him squint his eyes.

"I tore it up," said the old mage.