Mage's Secret

Eventually Murphy and Traphael returned to the wagon with a poor, undergrown fat doe ready to store up enough to withstand the cold when winter approached, and the apprentices had already given birth The fire awaits them.

Elvis was very angry after knowing that Traphael and Murphy left together, and the other three innocent apprentices were so excited that they almost shed tears after seeing them come back.

"What a poor little thing." Sighing, York took the calf from Murphy.

"If you really feel sorry for it, don't eat it for a while." Gene said coldly behind him, York immediately shut up, and went with Gene to find water sources to process the prey.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, Murphy also formed a basic tacit understanding with these apprentices. It was often when he came back from hunting that York and Gene took care of them.However, these apprentices are not very strong and courageous. At first, they only did this work out of sympathy. They even complained when they dismembered the small animals that were about to fall into their stomachs, thinking that they only ate dry food. That's fine.

But in the end, they were all subdued by Murphy's superb barbecue skills, and now they are calm and have no complaints when they start this job again.

After returning to the apprentices, Traphael dropped Murphy and concentrated on comforting Elvis.In fact, he didn't need to do anything, as long as he took the initiative to sit down next to Elvis and ignored Murphy, the anger of his favorite student would have disappeared automatically.

After eating the hot dry food and the oily barbecue, it's almost time to rest.

When spending the night in the wild, they mainly rely on tents modified by mages.The tent painted with magic patterns looks very ordinary from the outside, but the inside is surprisingly spacious and luxurious.Traphael took out a few scrolls and opened them outside the tent, and a simple defensive circle was formed, so there was no need for someone to watch the night.

The moonlight tonight was very dim, and it actually started to snow a little in the middle of the night.Tiny snowflakes fell on the ground without making a sound, but even in such a quiet environment, the mage still woke up in the middle of the night.

It was an unpleasant dream, and Traphael lay on the blanket and slowly rubbed his temples, trying to calm his heartbeat that had become rapid due to being awakened.His sleep is always so poor, either disturbed by a slight movement, or awakened in a nightmare, so he also knows how to quickly fall back to sleep.

At this moment, he heard movement outside the tent. It was the very soft footsteps of something moving. If the environment was not so quiet, he would not have been able to detect it anyway.

He sat up and counted the apprentices wrapped in blankets, and sure enough, one person was missing.

The fire outside the tent has not been extinguished, which has a certain positive effect on avoiding the invasion of wild animals.Even if Traphael used a defensive magic circle on the tent, the movement made by the beast was annoying.

Murphy was sitting cross-legged by the bonfire at this time. He was wearing very little, only a shirt, trousers, and boots, as if he didn't feel cold, and the collar of the shirt was still open.He rested one hand casually on his knee and the other on his chin. He raised his head in a casual and relaxed posture, watching the tiny white snowflakes like dust falling on the branches, the ground, or It floated to the fire beside him and disappeared quickly.

When Traphael came out of the tent, he saw such a scene. I don't know if it was set off by the surrounding environment, but the handsome devil's face actually showed a bit of innocence.And Murphy, at this moment, turned his head to look at the mage, showing his iconic smile with a strong evil and seductive aura, and instantly broke that innocence.

It was indeed an illusion just now, the mage thought silently, walked up to Murphy and sat down.Unlike a demon with a strong physique, even a mage wrapped in a thick cloak with warm magic lines drawn inside will still feel cold until he sits by the fire and is roasted by the flames swinging leisurely in the cold wind After a while, he felt better.

"You haven't rested yet?" Murphy put his hands on his chin and turned his head to look at the mage. Because the environment was too quiet, his voice couldn't help but lowered a bit.

Traphael stretched his hand closer to the fire, and while roasting his frozen fingers, he said, "Isn't this the question I should ask you, why, can't you sleep?"

"It's okay," Murphy replied vaguely, looking away from the mage, trying to change the subject: "Ozevina, does this happen every year?"

"Is that so?" The mage was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized, "You mean it's snowing?"

The corner of Murphy's mouth was raised slightly, and he leaned back his body that was leaning forward, and put his hands behind his back: "Is this called snowing? There is no such phenomenon in the devil world."

"Really?" Traphael looked at him, and instead of puncturing his poor topic-changing skills, he expressed his interest in a timely manner.

Murphy seemed to be very interested in this topic. Not only did he not dislike Traphael's perfunctory conversation, but he continued: "In the Demon Realm, the 'four seasons' like Ozevina are not clear, usually It’s because different regions have different scenery, although the frequency of scenery changes over time is not so fast. And when the king of the devil world falls and a new king appears, the whole devil world will undergo great changes.”

"That's really interesting." Trafal said, he was really interested in these.

"Yes, although the overall environment in the Demon Realm is not as friendly as yours, it is also completely different from here. Just like I am interested in everything here, you must have never seen anything in the Demon Realm. If you are interested If so, I can..." Murphy was so excited that he almost said the last sentence "I can show you".But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them in a timely manner—if he said these words, wouldn't he be showing his favor to Traphael?That would be really embarrassing.

His words stopped abruptly. Fortunately, Traphael didn't really care about what he wanted to say, so he didn't ask further.

This kind of alienated attitude in the eyes of Murphy in the past has now become Traphael's unique gentleness - giving people a very comfortable sense of distance.

And when he realized what he was thinking, Murphy was even more annoyed-this is really too bad, he is now beautifying Traphael's words and deeds.

Just when Murphy was still upset, Traphael said, "Do you feel better now?"

Hearing this, the tangled thoughts in Murphy's mind were temporarily put aside, and he turned to look at the mage: "What?"

"I think, you haven't slept until now, probably not just to watch the snow, you may have something on your mind."

"How do you..."

"I guess." Traphael stood up while talking, "I think you don't seem to want to give me a chance to be your listener, and I won't bother you here. If you figure it out, you Go to rest early."

Murphy waved at him and said, "It's the same when I sleep with you in the carriage tomorrow."

"We call it meditation." Traphael corrected, and Murphy just shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing that Murphy seemed unwilling to speak any more, Traphael gathered the cloak on his body, then turned and walked towards the tent.And just as he took a step, Murphy's voice sounded behind him.

"Tell me, what if it doesn't work?" Murphy's voice was very soft, but it was very clear in this quiet night.As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head. In fact, he had already prepared for the worst. The injury was not fatal, but it was a bit troublesome. The same goes for returning to the Demon Realm for treatment.But he still felt hesitant at this time, because he always hoped that what happened would not be the worst.

Murphy's voice made Traphael stop. He turned around and looked at Murphy's blurred back in the flickering firelight, and said, "There will always be a way." Fei's originally uneasy mood gradually calmed down in his voice.

"You're right, I can't die anyway." Murphy smiled, but in the end he might leave here and return to the home that guarded him tightly, and he might never see Ozevina again The sky, the earth, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the flowers, plants and trees here may not be seen, and maybe, Traphael’s always slightly tired face will never be seen again, and his gentle and calm voice will not be heard.Thinking of this, Murphy felt uncomfortable for a while.He shook his head violently, trying to shake the melancholy out of his mind—it was so unpleasant that he should feel this way about Traphale.

After saying those words, Traphael stood still and did not leave. He could feel the deep loss in Murphy's tone. He was waiting, maybe Murphy still wanted to say something to him.

And Murphy didn't say anything else, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned around and walked to Traphael, approached Traphael's face, and said with a wicked smile: "Let's go, let's go sleep."

Trafael pushed his face away expressionlessly, and walked back to the tent first.Seeing him return to this appearance, it seems to be good.Thinking of this, Traphael couldn't help but feel a little melancholy—Originally, Elvis was a student, which was enough for him to worry about, but now there is another Murphy.

The mage sighed inwardly, and lay back on the blanket.

Hope it clears up tomorrow.