Mage's Secret

When Traphael saw Murphy again, Murphy's complexion looked good, except that his clothes were a little wrinkled, and some places could even see obvious damage.

"You finally came out." Murphy sat in the carriage and sighed to Traphael.

It was just an ordinary sigh, but it felt a bit ironic to Elvis, who was the last one to finish breakfast and didn't know the inside story.Elvis snorted heavily, and Traphael patted his hand reassuringly, then turned his head, looked at Murphy's exposed, unbuttoned neckline, and asked politely: "It's going well." ?"

"It's okay." Murphy said casually, leaning on the back of the chair, and after thinking for a while, he also asked Traphael out of courtesy: "Are you resting well?"

"It's okay." Traphael nodded slightly.

After the mage finished speaking, the car fell into the usual silence.

"My lord, where are we going now?" The coachman's voice came from the front of the carriage.

"Continue to go to the Deman Valley, it's not far away. In the next few days, there will be no more towns to stay in." Trafael said, the second half of his sentence was to everyone in the car .

The apprentices didn't respond much, after all, they couldn't live in a relatively more comfortable hotel every day in the previous month.

The carriage started to move again, and Murphy was facing the glass window, but instead of looking at the scenery outside the window, he was arranging his hair and the clothes that were messed up by that weird priest last night.

In the end he gave up, and the receding scenery became an obstacle for him to see his figure clearly, so he turned around and said to Lunsha who was sitting opposite, "Do you have a mirror?"

Lun Sha, who was secretly looking at Murphy with curiosity, was suddenly asked, her face flushed instantly, she shook her head in a panic, then bit her lip and lowered her head, unwilling to raise her head again.

It was Traphael who heard his question, turned his head and frowned at him, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"As you can see," Murphy said, shrugging his shoulders, "I can't take care of myself by the window."

Trafael's brows were still tightly frowned. He looked Murphy up and down and said, "You have nothing to take care of."

This was not entirely perfunctory. Murphy's shirt, which was missing a few buttons, and his robe, which had been ripped off, would not be neat no matter how they were arranged.As for the hair, Traphael glanced up, and Murphy's hair seemed to be docile at all times, as if it was alive.

"That's the only way?" Murphy sighed annoyedly, and leaned back on the back of the chair with his arms folded.But no matter how reluctant he is, he can only obey reality for the time being.

The time in the carriage was a bit difficult for Murphy. When he first set off, Murphy was full of novelty about everything on the mainland, but the scenery outside the window was repeated most of the time. Even if there were changes, it was not obvious .After watching it for so long, he will inevitably feel bored.

The mages and apprentices are better than him, because as spellcasters or quasi-casters, they have a daily homework-meditation.They sat in the comfortable, warm and fragrant carriage, leaned back in the chair, closed their eyes and breathed gently into a state of ecstasy, which could last a whole day.

Demons, like other natural blood casters, do not use other means to increase their mana, so they do not understand the specific principles of meditation.But according to the mage, meditating in this way can improve mental strength and affinity for magic, but in Murphy's view, this is not much different from dozing off.

Now Murphy became idle. He traveled with the mage this time, and he didn't bring anything with him. After all, Traphael is a space magician. As his apprentice, he naturally knows some space magic.So the other apprentices naturally put all the supplies they needed in the space. If Murphy brought a package by himself, it would be too conspicuous.

Of course, he didn't prepare everything, but everything he prepared was put away by Traphael.At this time, the mage entered into meditation, and Murphy called him twice in a low voice to ask him to fetch the book for him, but he didn't get any response.

Murphy looked at Traphael's side face with his eyes closed, and suddenly realized that as a human being who was not particularly young, the mage was well maintained.Except for the two deep marks between the eyebrows due to frequent frowning, the years have not left any particularly obvious marks on his face. In contrast to his beautiful face, his looks are quite good.

Suddenly realizing that he had begun to agree with Traphael even in terms of appearance, Murphy shook his head violently, drove these messy thoughts out of his mind, and simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It is very difficult to keep people from falling asleep in a comfortable, safe and relaxing environment.So when Murphy opened his eyes again, he was woken up by Traphael.It was already dark outside the window, and the other apprentices had already got off the carriage, trying to start a bonfire beside the carriage.

"Don't hurry at night, the horse may be attacked." Traphael took out a new set of apprentice robes, looked at the torn clothes on Murphy and said, "I think you may need this."

"Okay..." Murphy took the robe and shirt, put them on his knees, yawned, rubbed his drowsy face, saw that Traphael hadn't planned to get out of the car, and Asked: "Is there anything else?"

"We are planning to cook, and all they can do is to heat up the dry food. Hunting may only be possible for you." Traphael added after seeing that Murphy had nothing to say, "If If you want."

"Of course." Murphy moved his arm, and he understood that what the mage really wanted him to do was roast and cook the prey, not just hunt.After all, mages can do such small things as catching prey by themselves.Seeing that Trafael was still sitting in the car, Murphy glanced at him, smiled ambiguously and said, "I'm going to change my clothes now... If you don't plan to give me a little personal space, I don't mind being you see."

Trafael frowned, intending to say something, but in the end he just shook his head and got out of the car, leaving Murphy alone in the car.

Not long after, Murphy, who had changed his clothes, opened the car door and got out of the car.He passed the apprentices who were trying to make a fire, and walked into the depths of the woods, and Traphael followed behind him.

"Why did you follow?" Murphy couldn't help but turned around and asked. The mage had never come with him when he was hunting for extra food before.

"I have something to ask you. The conditions just now are inconvenient. I think this may be a suitable place to talk." Traphael said.

Murphy stopped and looked at him with folded hands, indicating that he didn't mind being questioned.

Traphael thought for a while before he said: "Last night, after you left, something unusual happened in the city." Murphy described it again.

Following his description, Murphy's expression gradually became serious from the original casualness.

"Are you sure that aura is very similar to mine, and the similarity is not just because of the evil aura?" Murphy asked, but before Traphael answered him, he shook his head quickly: " It should be true, I have never heard of such a situation in other families... Then what I felt last night was not an illusion."

"So you know about this situation?" Trafael pressed.

"That's right," Murphy nodded, "The black mist you saw yesterday is called the breath of the primordial demon. It is a breath that every demon will produce when it breaks out of its egg. Generally speaking, this The breath will wrap the newborn demon and be absorbed within a few hours. But I don't know why the breath of the first demon escaped and came here..."

"A nascent demon?" Traphael quickly grasped the point, "Then could this be..."

Trafael didn't finish his sentence, but Murphy already understood what he wanted to express, so he replied: "It should be my brother, and the time also matches."

Although Murphy admitted that it was his younger brother's breath of the first devil, he did not show any anxious expression. Traphael couldn't help being a little curious: "Then what is the effect of this breath of the first devil? If every demon born Something that will be there, shouldn't that be something very important to the devil?"

Murphy nodded, and said: "It is indeed a very important thing, but it is not necessary. Simply put, the function of the breath of the first demon is to let the demon's body quickly adapt to the environment of the demon world... Besides, it seems to be It has no other effect. But this is the mainland, and the environment is much friendlier than that of the Demon Realm, and newborn children will not be harmed if they are exposed to such air, so it should not matter whether there is such a thing as the breath of the first demon."

Traphael nodded clearly: "So, it doesn't have much impact?"

"That's right, but I've never heard of a demon who didn't absorb the breath of the primordial demon when it was born, so I don't know what the result will be." Murphy smiled when he said this, "Speaking of which, if his primordial aura hadn't floated here to attract the attention of the temple, the temple would probably increase its search efforts, and it wouldn't be so easy for us to leave. My brother was rescued just after he was born. Me once, it seems that our family's blood connection is really close."

There was unspeakable irony in Murphy's words, and Traphael persuaded: "It's a good thing to be close to family members with the same blood."

And Murphy just shook his head and didn't make any more responses.

"One more thing." Trafael said suddenly, interrupting Murphy's memory, who looked up at him suspiciously.

"How did your clothes get like that? You were attacked again later?"

Regarding this question, the corner of Murphy's mouth couldn't help twitching: "I'm fine. If you have no other questions, I'm going to go hunting."