Mage's Secret

No one knocked on the door, nor did they make any inquiries. There were not many people who would disturb Traphael at this time. He looked up, and it was indeed Murphy who was standing by the door.

After Murphy closed the study door, he walked directly to the desk, picked up a book from the desk and flipped through it.

Traphael watched his movements with cold eyes, put the hand that had just been removed from his chest back on the table, and asked, "Why are you here at this time?"

"I happened to see Elvis leaving from the direction of your study when I passed by, so I stopped by to see you." Murphy put the book back on the table, leaned against the table with his legs crossed, and supported the desk with one hand, looking at you. Said with a smile on Traphael's serious expression.

Hearing this, Traphael frowned and said, "I should have told you not to get close to Elvis."

"Of course I remember what you said." Murphy spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face: "I didn't touch him, I didn't even say a word, but he just stared at me for a long time when he passed by me .”

Trafal understood that the only reason why Elvis made such an abnormal behavior was because of the conversation that happened between them just now, and the false rumor that he confessed to Elvis himself.So he said: "His behavior is none of your business, in any case, as long as you don't touch him."

Murphy turned his head to look at him for a while, and then smiled in a low voice and said, "I have never figured it out. The first person who suggested that we are just a cooperative relationship and don't need to be completely obedient to each other is you, but you Seems like he's trying to control me all the time."

Trafal replied: "It's not about control, I'm just trying to do the best thing that keeps neither of us in trouble."

"The best solution for both of us?" Murphy sneered, as if he was very disdainful of Traphael's statement.

His attitude made Traphael quite displeased. They had talked about the same topic many times, but they had never been able to reach a consensus once, and Traphael had no hope for this time.Therefore, he didn't want to entangle him any more at this moment, so he asked, "What's the matter with you here?"

Fortunately, Murphy didn't come here on purpose to find fault, so he cooperated with him and changed the subject: "I remember you wrote to some people before, asking them to help find my brother's whereabouts. How is things going now?"

Hearing that Murphy rarely talked about such a serious matter, Traphael restrained his a little bit of boredom, sat upright and replied seriously: "I haven't received any reply from those people, and I have no progress on this matter. I am very sorry, but I hope you can understand that they are just ordinary human beings, and their abilities are limited after all."

Murphy nodded, and casually took out a quill from Traphael's pen holder to play with, then showed his mocking smile, and said with a smile: "Ordinary human beings with power."

"Power is sometimes the most convenient tool." Traphael replied.

Seeing Murphy playing with the quill absently, without showing the expected disappointment, anger or anxiety, Traphael was a little surprised.But in retrospect, Murphy didn't seem to be in a hurry because of this matter since he appeared, which made Trafael have a strange feeling, as if he wasn't in a hurry at all.Traphael had such a question, so he asked it directly.

When asked this question, Murphy glanced at him from the corner of his eye and replied: "I'm really not as anxious as you think, if my brother or other family members are really in danger, I can sense it. "

"Is this some kind of blood magic?" Traphael asked.

Murphy swung the end of the quill in his hand up and down, as if nodding, and said, "It's similar."

Trafael nodded. It seems that asking about his brother's news is probably just an excuse. What is Murphy looking for him at this time? , he stopped talking, started to do his own thing, and let Murphy wander around in his study.

Traphael took out from the drawer the previous knowledge about the demon world that Murphy had dictated and recorded by him, and continued to sort out where he left off before he started.But after all, there was an extra demon with unknown purpose in the room, and Traphael couldn't fully concentrate on the paper in his hand.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Murphy dropped the quill back into the pen holder, then walked slowly around the bookshelves as if walking in a garden, pausing occasionally to flip through the books before putting them all back.Looking at the young demon strolling around in front of him, Traphael couldn't help being a little distracted. He remembered what Elvis said just now, and what other apprentices said about the age gap between the two.

The demon in front of him is indeed much younger than himself if he just looks at it from the outside, but that's just the appearance. After all, the two are not even of the same race.So Traphael asked directly: "How old are you?"

Murphy stopped and put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf. He stared at Traphael for a while before answering with the corner of his mouth curled up, "It's almost 90 years old."

Trafael felt relieved. Murphy was indeed much older than him, which gave him some subtle sense of superiority. From this point of view, it should not be him who was "not blamed" in the relationship between the two, but It should be Murphy.But he also understood that Murphy is not a human being after all, and it is meaningless to just ask his biological age, so he continued to ask: "What is the average lifespan of a demon?"

Murphy replied: "It's about four times that of humans."

Traphael calculated in his mind, and sure enough, Murphy is still very young among demons, or a little too young.So I said that he is a self-willed brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, but I really didn't wrong him, Traphael was thinking.

Murphy didn't know what Traphael was thinking at this time, he walked slowly towards Traphael with his arms folded, and said with a smile of interest: "Why do you suddenly care about my age? Let me guess, did you hear the rumor?"

Traphael nodded as an admission.

Murphy laughed softly. He walked to the other side of the desk, leaned down with one hand propped on the desk, looked at Traphael's calm face and said, "That's really an interesting story, isn't it."

"It's really interesting." Trafael said blankly, but leaned back to open the distance between him and Murphy.

Seeing his calm reaction, Murphy couldn't help being a little disappointed: "I thought you would be more angry."

Trafael frowned, he raised his eyes to look at Murphy, and asked, "Is that why you didn't defend yourself? Or are you the one who started this rumor?"

"You have wronged me." Murphy straightened his body and shrugged his shoulders, and said, "When I heard this rumor, he was already the current version. This is all the wisdom of your apprentices and has nothing to do with me. relationship, I think I must admit that human imagination is really outstanding. Of course, as your partner, I am naturally in the same camp as you, and I have explained it before, but unfortunately, the effect is not big."

Trafael glanced at him. He didn't believe what Murphy said. These days, Murphy was waiting to see his reaction like a joke. How could he stand up when he heard this rumor? To protect him.

Seeing that Traphael didn't seem to intend to join in, Murphy didn't care either. He asked, "So, are you planning to come forward to stop this nonsense rumor in person?"

Trafael's face was still calm, he waved his hand and said, "No, I've already admitted this to Elvis."

This sentence was beyond Murphy's expectation. He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized it.He showed an extremely exaggerated smile, and after laughing twice, he walked quickly to Traphael's side, and asked enthusiastically, "You actually admitted that directly?"

"That's right." Traphael frowned and looked at Murphy who was walking beside him, raised his hand to stop him from approaching with his staff, and said, "Of course, if there are other suitable excuses to explain those apprentices I will not admit it under any circumstances.”

"So, in order not to expose the matter, would you rather be misunderstood as a character who loves me unrequitedly?" Murphy could hardly stop laughing.

"No," said Trafalle, "it's the only thing I vehemently deny."

"Okay," Murphy rubbed his face with one hand, gradually restrained his smile and said, "This is really a pity."

Traphael looked at him coldly, and said, "After all, I want to minimize my losses as much as possible."

"Loss?" Murphy said with a feigned surprise expression: "This should not be regarded as a loss. I think many of your misunderstandings about me are because you don't understand my charm. I think this is probably an opportunity. The two of us can work together happily and reach mutual agreement, how about we make this fake show for real? Of course, I always think that the cutest kid here is Elvis, but in my conscience, you are not bad."

Traphael turned him down without even thinking about it: "Sorry, I'm not interested." Of course, he couldn't agree to Murphy, he had been annoyed by him for a long time, and admitting this rumor was already a sacrifice in his opinion. At a huge price, how could it be possible to go further and make a fake show.

Just as he expected, Murphy wasn't serious about the proposal, and didn't bother too much. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's a pity." But there was no regret in his tone.

"However," Murphy continued, "I remember you told me not long ago that no matter what I want to do, you are always with me, right?"

Traphael had a bad feeling when he heard him mentioning this matter: "You are right, but I don't think that should include this kind of thing."

"You don't have to be so nervous," Murphy smiled and put his hands on his shoulders and said softly, "I'm a considerate person, and I don't intend to embarrass you about this kind of thing, what I want to talk about is something else. "

Traphael glanced at the hand on his shoulder, tensed his muscles, but in the end he didn't slap the hand off. He just looked at Murphy warily and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Relax, my request is not difficult." Murphy felt the thin shoulders under his palms become stiff, so he squeezed them lightly, which made Traphael's body even more tense.But as if he didn't notice it, he neither stopped nor moved his hand, and continued: "I heard that there is a Nabo Festival in this country?"

"How do you know this?" Trafalle asked, staring at him closely.

"Of course it was Lunsha who told me." Murphy laughed again: "I have to say, that girl is indeed a good guide."

"You want to go to the city to participate in the celebration?" Traphael understood what he wanted to say.

Murphy smiled and nodded: "That's right, it's rare to come to the mainland once. I also want to feel the unique festive atmosphere here."

"No." Traphael Xiang refused him without thinking.A celebration means a dense crowd. Letting a guy like Murphy mix in the crowd is like throwing a curse into the crowd. Traphael would get a headache just by imagining that scene a little bit.

Trafael's reply made Murphy stop smiling. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and said slowly, "I don't think my request is too much."

Traphael did not compromise because of his almost threatening tone, he also clenched his staff tightly, looked directly into Murphy's eyes, and said, "But unfortunately, judging by your usual performance , I really can't believe that you can not make any abrupt or dangerous moves during the celebration."

"You restrict me too much." Murphy said, looking down at Traphael's face with a downcast face.

"But you never obeyed my orders," Traphael said.

"That's right," Murphy laughed suddenly, but his eyes were still tremblingly cold: "Don't try to control me, human. Of course I understand that while bringing disaster to you, I will also be destroyed, so I naturally I will keep my sense of proportion and don't treat me as your unweaned, brainless apprentices. This time is the same, I will act according to my own will, if you want to stop me, come and see if you Have this ability."

Like all the bad breakups in the past, Murphy turned and left after saying this.Traphael looked at the door that was opened and closed again, closed his eyes, and let out a weary sigh in the empty study.

Murphy left the study and walked upstairs along the winding stairs, but did not return to the room immediately.He stood in the high-rise corridor of Yadunis, leaning against the stone window, looking into the distance.From this height, almost the entire forest can be seen, and at the same time, the city wall on the other side of the forest and the crowded stone houses inside the city wall can be seen.

He said that he wanted to go to the celebration, but it was really not an excuse to deliberately embarrass Traphael.In fact, when he heard about this festival from Lunsha, he had vague expectations for this supposedly lively celebration.After all, there has never been a long-term peace in the place where he grew up and lived. The common people are all at the lowest end of the food chain. They have only one goal in life, and that is to live longer.

Not to mention such a celebration there, even such a peaceful and peaceful city is rarely seen.

In the demon world where strength determines everything, only high-level demons completely rule over low-level demons, and there are open and secret fights between nobles.There are also annoying so-called "holy wars" from the mainland temples from time to time.

Thinking of the things he saw in the city under the leadership of Lunsha some time ago, and the residents who were busy with worldly trivial matters, Murphy sighed softly: "It's really comfortable..."

"It's really comfortable, and you can't help but want to destroy it." He bowed his head and laughed silently.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs, the footsteps suddenly stopped, he turned his head to look, and the person standing not far behind him was Elvis.

Seeing him looking this way, Elvis straightened his face and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Because I also live on this floor." Murphy laughed.

His words reminded Elvis of Trafael's "differential treatment" to Murphy, so his expression became more tense.He pursed his lips tightly, as if he didn't intend to speak again, and walked around Murphy to Traphael's room.

Murphy looked at Elvis who was walking past him quickly, almost causing a gust of wind, and reminded, "T... the teacher is not in the room."

"How do you know?" Elvis suddenly turned around and stared at Murphy, and asked aggressively, "Could it be that you went to the teacher's room to look at it privately?"

"Because I just separated from him, he may still be in the study at this time." Murphy said with a smile.

"No, the teacher isn't there." Elvis shook his head, he stood there thinking for a while, guessing that Traphael might be in the research room at this time, and planned to leave.But when he passed by Murphy again, he stopped suddenly.

He turned around and faced the black-haired man who was much taller than him. He was looking up, but his expression was more like looking down.

"Listen," Elvis said, lowering his voice, which made his voice more intimidating than usual: "No matter what the teacher said, I still think you must have used some dirty means to get the teacher. Treat them differently. But I will not be confused by you, no matter what you do, I will not approve of you, and I will keep an eye on you until you show your feet."

Murphy looked at him with the corners of his mouth curled up, and after listening to what he said, he smiled and said, "I don't think your teacher wants you to catch me, and feelings can't be explained by common sense. If you don't Understood, I'd be happy to teach you."

"I don't need it!" Elvis refused coldly.

But to his surprise, Murphy just smiled at his rejection, and stopped talking, but leaned against the window again and looked out of the window in a daze.

His blunt attitude made Elvis almost suspect that he had some other, more annoying plan.

Sure enough, just as Elvis was about to leave, Murphy suddenly stopped him: "Elvis, do you want to go to the city with me to participate in the celebration?"