Mage's Secret

The question Elvis asked was not complicated, and Traphael quickly explained it.He closed the scroll, casually put it in his hand, and said, "This is just a problem that can be solved with basic theory. At your current level, you shouldn't be stumped by it."

Trafael finished speaking, but did not wait for Elvis' response.He looked up and realized that Elvis was distracted.So he frowned and asked, "Elvis? Are you listening to me?"

When his name was called, Elvis snapped back to his senses and said in a panic, "Ah, yes, I'm listening."

"So can you repeat what I just said?" Trafael asked.

Elvis bit his lip in embarrassment, unable to say anything.He lied, his mind was full of things about Murphy and Traphael just now, and he didn't listen to Traphael at all.

Trafael was not angry, he sighed, and said, "You didn't listen to me just now, and you don't really know how to do such a simple question, right?"

Elvis dropped his hands by his side, lowered his head, his face was flushed, and he nodded slowly after a while.

Traphael stood up from behind the desk, patted him on the shoulder lightly and said, "I don't want to blame you, but why did you do this? Do you have anything to say to me?"

Elvis wrung his fingers, still bowed his head and said nothing, he didn't know what to say, should he directly ask Murphy what is his origin and what is the relationship between Traphael and him?

He hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said, "I have nothing to do, it's just that I can't calm down these two days."

Traphael supported his shoulders and said: "Don't worry, you can come to me anytime you encounter any problems, and I will give you the greatest help. And you are still very young now, and you can reach this level at your age. Your level is already very remarkable. I believe that with your ability, you can become a mage before the age of 20."

Reassured by Traphael's soft voice, Elvis calmed down. He held his robe tightly with the hands hanging on both sides of his body, looked up at Traphael, and asked, "An amazing person like you Mage?"

Looking at Elvis's shining eyes, Traphael couldn't help reaching out and patting his head: "Then you have to work harder."

Elvis turned his head away from his hand, frowned and said, "Master, I'm not a kid anymore."

Traphael withdrew his hand, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. I don’t know why Elvis became more and more awkward as he grew up. He was so clingy to him when he was a child, and he was so clingy—even though he had never done such an excessive thing to him at that time. ——But now it’s so difficult to touch your head.Could it be that the child has grown up and entered the legendary rebellious period?That would be difficult, Traphael thought distressedly, it was not easy for him to survive at this age, and he was not qualified or qualified to experience the rebellious period.I have no experience, so I don't know if I can teach Elvis well.

When Traphael was immersed in the mixed emotions of "my family has a young boy" mixed with pride and worry, he suddenly saw Elvis stretching out his hand to a small stack of parchment on the table - that was just now Notes he took while discussing issues with Murphy.At that moment, Traphael only had the idea of ​​"absolutely not let him find out what I did", without even considering whether Elvis could see anything from these fragmentary contents, he suddenly He reached out and pressed the papers before Elvis.

But after he held down the parchments, he realized that Elvis' hand stopped in mid-air, and the original trajectory was stretching towards the scroll that was placed next to these papers, which he brought over.

Seeing Elvis' surprised expression, Traphael regretted that he was too reckless, but on the surface he could only put on a calm appearance.He sorted out the parchments and put them aside as if nothing had happened, then raised his head and asked calmly, "Is there anything else you want?"

When Elvis saw him making such a defensive move towards him, he suddenly felt aggrieved, and blurted out without thinking: "Teacher, what are you and Murphy doing without telling me?"

Trafael's heart skipped a beat. Elvis' questioning words made him feel guilty. He tried his best not to look flustered, and then said: "There is nothing between me and him, even if there is, it is my private matter." , you shouldn't ask."

"Teacher!" Elvis straightened up and looked straight into Traphael's eyes, and said, "I understand that out of respect for you, I shouldn't interfere with your affairs too much, but I always feel that that Murphy is not a nice guy."

Not only is he not a good person, he is not human at all!Trafael thought silently, but had to defend Murphy: "I know you hate him, you told me about it yesterday. His words and deeds are indeed frivolous, but they are not extremely vicious Bad guy, it's not a good habit for you to judge a person based on subjective assumptions."

Elvis retorted: "But he is not a decent person at all, and I am not making assumptions. Don't you see the appearance of those female apprentices around him today? I have a hunch that people like him will stay in Yadonis , will make a mess here."

Although Traphael deeply agreed with Elvis' words, and also disliked Murphy's frivolous actions, whether it was intentional or habitual, he still said: "It's not that serious, he has no substance." sexually harm anyone."

Elvis said: "By the time he starts hurting people, it's too late. He's not a good guy. He will definitely do that."

"Okay," Traphael rubbed his forehead, and said, "I understand what you said, I am willing to keep him here, and I must restrain him more. If you really hate him, try your best Don't get close to him, and I will keep him away from you. He is my student when he enters my tower. If you really can't coexist peacefully, then at least I don't want to see you conflict. If you have nothing to do next If you want to find me, go back first, I still have some things to deal with."

Elvis felt extremely wronged in his heart, he felt that he had been taught a lesson—it was obvious that he was closer to the teacher, and now the teacher not only had a secret with another person that he didn't know, but also favored that outsider everywhere.That person was just an ordinary apprentice—at most, he was better-looking—there were a lot of apprentices with such qualifications in Yadunis, and the teacher actually reprimanded himself for such a person.

He bit his lips tightly, lowered his head without speaking, put away the scroll on the table, bowed to Traphael, turned and walked out of the room.

Watching Elvis leave, Traphael rubbed his aching head again.Elvis could tell he was angry just by looking at it, and he didn't want to make the kid feel bad, but there was nothing he could do. If he let go of this, the kid would definitely pester him to drive Murphy away. out of the tower.If he sternly refused at that time, it would definitely make Elvis even more sad, so it would be better to cut the mess quickly and let him get rid of this idea as soon as possible.As for his distaste for Murphy, Traphael thought it was a good thing - at least in this way he would be far away from that dangerous demon, and he would be fully on guard against Murphy.

After all, no matter what, he didn't want to see Elvis become a sacrifice to the devil.

Traphael sighed, struggling with how to make Elvis happy in the future.I hope this time he can be the same as before, and he will not be angry with himself when he turns his head.

Sighing again, he decided not to think about it, after all, he didn't just say that he had something to deal with just to be perfunctory to Elvis.He sat down again, took out a blank piece of parchment, dipped a quill in ink, and began to write letters to mages, merchants, and city lords he knew well, asking them about weird eggs, and paying attention to the ones with red thorn-like imprints on their backs. A thing for a little boy with black hair and red eyes.

This is how he helps the demon find his brother.

After all, the continent covers tens of millions of miles. If you want to go out to search for it yourself, it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive and inefficient.In this regard, he had a deep understanding when he was traveling around looking for Yadunis.But he had just become famous at that time, and he didn't have any reliable contacts to help him find someone, so he had to use the clumsy way of looking for one town after another. It was pure luck that he was able to find out about Yadunis so quickly.

But now he is different. He has been famous for many years and has established a certain friendly relationship with many traveling magic merchants, as well as other mages or local dignitaries.Although it can't be said that his contacts are all over the continent, he no longer has to be lucky.Those city lords will definitely not refuse such a cost-effective thing as being able to make friends with a magician with little effort.

Elvis walked out of the study door full of disappointment, and just as he closed the door, he saw Murphy standing by the door.

Seeing the culprit who made him wronged, Elvis seemed to find an outlet for his negative emotions, and his tone subconsciously rushed up: "Why are you here? Don't tell me you're not talking about anything other than wanton words and deeds? Have the habit of eavesdropping? I really don’t know why the teacher let you into the tower!”

Murphy was not angry either, but just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't talk about me and your teacher like that, since he can let me be his apprentice, he must have his own reasons. He won't tell you this reason, but Maybe you can find out by yourself in the future. And I am here at this time, I just just remembered that there is something I didn’t take. It’s you..." At this point, Murphy suddenly took a step forward and pushed Elvis on the ground. On the wall next to the door, he put his hands on his shoulders, leaned down and approached his face, and said in a posture that almost kissed him: "You've finished talking about me behind your back, do you still want to mock me in front of you?"

When Elvis was arguing with Trafael just now, his volume was raised very high, and Murphy who was standing by the door heard everything he said.

"Let me go!" Elvis struggled and said, Murphy's strength was so great that he could not move.Elvis struggled twice but did not break free, his expression was full of anger, and he said under his throat, "You still say you didn't eavesdrop?".

Murphy didn't let him go, and still maintained this posture and said, "It's not my fault. After all, your voice is so loud, even if I don't want to, I will inevitably hear some."

Seeing Elvis gnashing his teeth, Murphy laughed, suddenly lowered his volume, and said softly with his magnetic voice in a deceptive tone: "You make me so sad, dear Elvis, you don't know how much I am fascinated by you. When I saw you for the first time, I was taken away by your blue eyes. This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in this world, you So beautiful... um..."

Murphy couldn't finish his sentence in the end, and the seemingly affectionate confession disappeared in a muffled groan.

Elvis finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him hard in the calf.Murphy felt the pain, and the hands that restrained Elvis involuntarily relaxed a little.Elvis took the opportunity to push him away, and ran away towards the stairs without looking back.

Looking at Elvis' back, Murphy let out a gloomy "Tsk", instead of chasing after him, he leaned against the wall and rubbed the place where Elvis had just kicked his calf, muttering softly. He said: "It's really ruthless."

"But..." He licked the corner of his mouth, showing an evil smile: "What a lovely child."

Straightening up and straightening the robes that were messed up by the action just now, Murphy turned and entered the door.

He didn't knock when he entered, and Traphael hadn't finished writing the letter yet.Sensing someone coming in, he looked up vigilantly, and saw that it was him who entered the door, so he lowered his head and continued writing with peace of mind.

Murphy walked up behind him and bent down to read the contents of his letter.Seeing that he was writing a letter to ask about his younger brother's information, he nodded in satisfaction, straightened up, walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down.

He waited for a while, and suddenly said: "Elvis is such a cute little guy, like a little thing like a hedgehog, with a little teasing, he will shrink into a ball and stand up with spikes all over his body."

When Traphael heard him mention Elvis, his writing hand stopped, and a drop of ink dripped on the parchment to smudge.But he didn't care about these things, and he didn't notice whether there were hedgehogs in the Demon Realm. Instead, he asked vigilantly, "What did you do to him!?"

"I didn't do anything, it was just an exchange. I wanted to express a friendly attitude, but it didn't end well." Murphy spread his hands, making an innocent and helpless look.

Traphael didn't believe his words, he frowned and said seriously: "You are not allowed to mess with that child."

"Huh? It seems that you attach great importance to him." Murphy rested his right elbow on the armrest of the chair and looked at Traphael with his chin: "Well, in order to ensure that the two of us can cooperate happily, I will Reluctantly promise you that you won't get too close to him. Although it's really a pity for me to give up such a delicious child, I can't bear it for you."

Traphael's brows showed no signs of loosening, and he didn't buy into Murphy's account: "No, it's not enough if you don't get too close, you can't even touch him."

Murphy noticed that his feelings for Elvis were not superficially friendly like other apprentices, but cared from the bottom of his heart, so he asked curiously, "Why? You like him?"

Trafael said with a sullen face, "He is my important student, and..." And every time he saw Elvis' blue eyes, he would think of another pair of blue eyes that he missed.

"And what?" Murphy asked.

Trafael said: "And he is like my child. He has been with me for eight years, so he is extremely special to me." Elvis didn't have those blue eyes, and he would have had a place in Trafael's heart too.

"That's it?" Murphy asked, looking a little disappointed.

"That's it." Traphael gradually loosened his brows, but still stared at Murphy expressionlessly.

"Well, it's not impossible for me to make a little concession for you." Murphy said with a frivolous smile.

Only then did Traphael nod in relief. He put down the quill, put the ink-destroyed letter into the drawer, then looked up at the magic dial, and said, "It's time for lunch."

Traphael and Murphy walked out of the study together, and Murphy followed behind him.When the two of them came to the small restaurant on the third floor, Traphael finally looked back at him: "What are you doing? Aren't you going to eat?"

Murphy said with a smile, "I'll eat with you."

Traphael looked at him expressionlessly: "The apprentice's dining room is on the second floor."

"But Elvis can eat with you," Murphy said.

"I said Elvis was special," Trafal said.

"Oh——" Murphy put his hands on his chest, and said with a malicious smile, "So, don't you feel relieved that I will contact those apprentices now?"

It was only then that Traphael remembered that Murphy had only been with those apprentices for half a day yesterday, and he was able to fascinate so many people, so he hesitated.He weighed it left and right, and felt that it was better to put Murphy by his side.Then he nodded and said, "You can come together if you want, but you must remember not to mess with Elvis—you can't even touch him."

"No problem, haven't I already promised you?" Murphy said with a smile.

Before Elvis walked into the dining room, he still had the idea of ​​"at least I can eat alone with the teacher", which made him feel like he had pulled back the game.

But as soon as he entered the door, this sense of superiority disappeared, because he found that Murphy was also sitting at the dining table.

"Why are you here?!" He blurted out in surprise.

Murphy took a look up at him, then turned his head to look at Traphael, and finally turned his gaze back to him with a smile, and made a movement of closing his mouth without speaking.

Elvis cast doubtful eyes on Traphael.

Trafael was also very helpless, but he couldn't express these emotions, so he could only say calmly: "Murphy is not used to getting along with those people."

Hearing such an explanation, Elvis was stunned. If it wasn't for the fact that what Trafael said was too ridiculous, Elvis would almost believe it just by looking at his expression.He didn't believe Traphael's words at all. In fact, no one in the Tower would believe this sentence—it was obvious that he had a heated fight with those people in only half a day yesterday. How could he be afraid of life? !How could it be possible to be afraid of life? !

Without changing his expression, Trafael picked up some sliced ​​ham on the table and put it on his plate with a knife and fork, then turned his head to look at Elvis: "Why? Don't you want to eat it?"

Elvis took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.He didn't know what Traphael was hiding from him, but as Murphy said before, if Traphael didn't want to tell him, he would find the answer himself.After he calmed down a bit, Elvis replied with a straight face: "Of course." Then he sat down at the table with a displeased face, his old seat.

This was the most unpleasant meal Elvis had had in so many years, and even his favorite dessert after the meal became tasteless in this mood.

The embarrassing atmosphere and the three people's lunch finally came to an end, and Murphy was the first to stand up: "The food is very delicious, thank you for the hospitality, then I will go back to my room first."

Murphy left first, and Elvis finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He put the strawberry on the cake that had been left until the end into his mouth and ate it, then stood up and prepared to leave.But just as he was saying his farewell words, Traphael suddenly said: "You wait first."

"Teacher?" Elvis looked at Traphael suspiciously.

Trafael said: "You ask Lunsha to come to my study at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Teacher, what do you want from her?" Elvis asked, feeling a little nervous—could this nerd start to share the favor of the teacher besides the frivolous man?

"I have some things to tell her to do." Traphael did not feel unhappy because of Elvis' questioning this time.

Elvis asked eagerly, "Is there anything you can do that I can't do?"

Traphael looked into his earnest eyes, sighed and said, "This is not suitable for you to do."

"Why..." Elvis was very sad, he bit his lip and asked, "Don't you believe me?"

Seeing that he had such a misunderstanding, Traphael held his hand and said, "Of course not, Elvis, my favorite student is you, there is absolutely no doubt about it. This matter I don't want you to intervene in this matter, and it is entirely for your own good."

Elvis froze for a moment and asked, "For my own good?"

"That's right," Traphael nodded, looked into his eyes and said, "Murphy said he wanted to go to the city to see, and I want Lunsha to be Murphy's guide."

Only then did Elvis heave a sigh of relief, the teacher really still cared about him.So his mood brightened again, and he said with a smile: "Good teacher, I will tell Lunsha."