Mage's Secret

"You should know how strict the control of black-robed mages is on the mainland. They are ordered to wear black robes to mark themselves as extremely dangerous elements. They are feared by the world and dissociated from society." Yadonis The voice had soothing magic power, which quickly made Traphael relax his tight nerves. He took two steps forward to get closer to Yadunis, but the uncomfortable breath still made him feel uncomfortable. He stopped halfway.

"Yes, I know, because they have evil powers," Traphael said.

Yadonis turned his head and smiled at him, walked from the foot of the wall to his side and continued: "Evil is just an adjective to characterize this kind of power. There is no difference between right and wrong in power itself. The difference is the people who use them. Long before the appearance of the black-robed mage, some people have come into contact with and started to study this so-called evil power, but there was no black-robed mage at that time.

"Actually, some people were already disturbed by these studies on death and souls. After all, people always have some fears about their unknown fields. But mages always have a high and mysterious appearance. Their research is beyond the reach of ordinary people. They are all mysterious, so the research of the black-robed mages is not so scary until that person appears."

That person appeared on a bright April day. He was wearing a black robe and quietly came to the edge of a bustling and bustling city. He used a brush and ink of unknown quality to draw strange patterns on the city wall.People can tell from his clothes that he is a mage, so there is an explanation for his strange behavior-he is drawing a magic circle.

People are always in awe of the mage, no one dares to bother him, and no one asks what he is doing.The soldiers walked past him many times, but because they knew nothing about magic and what the magic circle was for, they didn't drive him away.

That person left silently after drawing a magic circle around the city wall.People feel uneasy about the weird magic circle he left behind, and some people propose to wash it away, but the uneasiness is only to this extent.At that time, the sky had already darkened, and the number of people watching around the city wall gradually thinned out. Those who proposed to wash away the magic circle also returned home with the idea of ​​coming back tomorrow when they were free.

The gates of the city were closed, and as the angle of the moon shifted, the lights in the city went out one by one, and the soldiers patrolling the city walls began to take a nap against the city walls, and the huge city became quiet.

After that, the city never woke up again.Overnight, everyone in the city lost their lives. Their bodies were intact and their expressions were peaceful, and they fell into a deep sleep forever in their last appearance, as if someone had sucked all their souls away.

This weird and terrifying incident was instantly spread to every corner of the mainland. According to the descriptions of the survivors who did not return to the city that day, the root of everything can be traced back to the mage who drew a magic circle on the city wall.

Due to the small number of mages, the identity of this mage was quickly traced.

"That person is the first black-robed mage—Audara Hughes. And that city is exactly the one in front of you. It used to be called Lorirango, which means 'wilderness' in local legends 'The Pearl of the City'. But the name has long since been forgotten, and it is now called the 'City of the Dead.'"

This unfortunate city that should have been destroyed has still stood on this land for hundreds of years. Even the magic circle on the city wall has not been erased, and everything has maintained its original appearance.It has been preserved as evidence of the horror and evil of the Dark Arts.

From then on, those mages who did the same research as Audala were forced to wear black robes that symbolized death and evil, and were strictly controlled by the Holy See and various countries.

After listening to Yadonis' narration, Traphael couldn't help but took a few steps back.He felt cold and couldn't help trembling and hugging his arms. "It's just plain evil ... no, it's just evil itself," he said.

Yadunis put his hand on his shoulder lightly, and said, "Yes, this is quite evil. But the evil is not the power itself, but the mage who uses this power."

"Then why did he do that?" Traphael asked, suppressing the nausea caused by the discomfort.

"Because he was full of resentment," Yadonis said.

"resentment?"

"That's right, he hated this city from the bottom of his heart." Yadunis said, but turned his gaze to Traphael: "He lived at the bottom of this city, suffered abuse and bullying since he was a child, and was then Sold into a rich man's house as a slave. He tried to escape countless times, but was caught back, and what awaited him after that was more terrible torture than before. Eventually he broke into a passing mage's carriage, so he was able to leave This city. Although he was saved, those hatreds were still engraved in his heart, and what happened to him afterwards was not very good, and the traces of these resentments became more and more profound. So when he gained strength, he first Choose to come back for revenge.

"He hates not only those who bullied him, he hates all the people in this city who were indifferent to him when he was bullied, and he also hates all the people who are in a better situation than him. Maybe His hatred spread to all mankind, but fortunately, before he had time to do any other evil deeds, the king had sent an army to arrest and execute him."

"He..." Facing Yadunis' calm gaze, Traphael opened his mouth in surprise, but he could only make a single sound.

"Yes, he was in a similar situation to you." Yadunis said: "You will also gain power in the near future, but no matter how big or small this power is, don't be blinded by resentment, harm and destruction are endless." will not bring you any happiness, and will not set you free, they will only become another heavy bondage to your pain."

"No, I won't do these things." Trafael said, "I already have you."

"But you are about to be separated from me. I can't predict whether you will encounter some unpleasant things in the future and reawaken the painful memories buried in your heart."

"Even so, you have already pulled me out of the quagmire of resentment!" The young man's voice was trembling with excitement: "These painful memories will not hurt me anymore, because I have a more precious memory in my heart." Memory! What is buried deep in my heart is gratitude to you! Even if I have to separate from you, as long as I don't forget you! You will always be with me!"

A look of surprise appeared on Yadonis' calm face, but the look of surprise lasted only for a moment, and soon he laughed again.The young man in front of him blushed with excitement, tears pooled in his brown eyes, and small beads of sweat appeared in his nose.He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away Traphael's tears and sweat. He said, "You don't have to be so grateful to me. You are a good boy. I feel very happy to have you by my side."

Traphael also calmed down a little at this time, and began to feel ashamed that he almost cried just now.He wiped his nose with his sleeve, turned his head aside with a blushing face, frowned and thought for a while before he said as if he had made up his mind, "Tell me, the bond is deeper than the blood."

"Yes, just like you and I are so close even if we are not related by blood."

"But what is this bond between us? I am not your follower, you are not my teacher, we are not lovers, let alone talk about brothers and sons. I, I don't think we are just friends, Because our relationship is deeper than friendship. I, I admire you from the bottom of my heart..."

"So, what do you want to say? You must have the answer in your heart." Yadunis noticed that he used honorifics at the end.

Trafael's face turned red again: "I, I hope I can put your surname on it, so that the bond between us can never be broken again!"

Yadunis's expression became serious: "Why do you have such an idea? A name is a powerful short spell, and even your fate may change because of it. I don't think my surname will bring you good things." Fortunately, this is not something to be taken lightly."

"I didn't make a decision lightly," Traphael said, looking directly into Jadonis' blue eyes without hesitation: "I don't like my last name, I have no attachment to it. I've had this idea for a long time I just made up my mind to tell you today that there is no Trafael Odrys in this world, and I will live as Trafael Sterling."

The young man's expression was tense, his determined eyes were shining with dazzling brilliance, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

Finally, Yadunis said, "If this is a prudent decision."

His eyes softened: "I respect your decision."