Mage's Secret

Murphy has been feeling very bad recently, and since that brief conflict, Traphael has deliberately avoided being alone with him.Although the mage had spoken a lot less since Elvis left, at least the two of them still had a moment to be alone.But now Traphael has even temporarily stopped the research that needs Murphy's assistance, which has almost exceeded Traphael's bottom line as a mage.

The time he can see the mage every day is only a few 10 minutes when the mage gives public lectures.But it's never the right time to talk in class, let alone Traphael hasn't even looked at him for the past few 10 minutes.Of course, Murphy had tried to break the deadlock, and he wanted to explain to the mage that he hadn't given Elvis any clues about the black arts, and he hadn't even told him that God didn't exist.But unfortunately, under the unilateral refusal of the mage, all of Murphy's efforts had no effect.

It's almost June, and the valley where Traphael's mage tower is located has four distinct seasons.The warm and humid early summer wind that blows in through the open window is wrapped in a faint scent of flowers and grass. Looking down from the window, the dense forest outside the mage's tower is covered with lush greenery. The ups and downs spread out in a continuous stretch, dyeing all the scenery in the eyes with green shadows, like an endless sea of ​​green.

This was a scene Murphy had never seen before in the Demon Realm, and now he had seen the woods outside the mage's tower for more than four years.

Murphy has done a lot in the past four years and has changed in a way he hasn't seen in the past 90 years.But unfortunately, all the results so far have not been satisfactory, whether it is the news about the younger brother or his relationship with the mage.

Murphy leaned against the window of Traphael's study and let out a long sigh. He still remembered that Traphael often sighed because of him when he first came to the mainland.At that time, every time he heard the mage sighing, he couldn't help but sneer. He never thought that one day he would also sigh because of the mage.

Fate is really fickle, Murphy smiled self-deprecatingly.

There was no difference between today and the previous few days. Traphael didn't say a single extra word in class, and his face was so bad that almost no students dared to ask questions.Murphy tried to talk to him a few times, but the mage ignored him.Seeing that no students asked questions, Traphael quickly ended the lecture and left in a hurry.

He should have also used the teleportation spell when he left the classroom where he was teaching, because there was no mage in the corridor when Murphy chased him out.If he knew that Murphy was very fast, he would have chased him to the door almost as soon as the mage had just walked out of the room.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Murphy came to the door of Traphael's study.When he put his hand on the doorknob, he didn't really hold out much hope.In the previous few days, Traphael would lock the door when he was in the study, refusing anyone to visit.So when Murphy found that the door was unlocked, his heart beat a few beats faster.

But when he opened the door and saw the situation inside the door, that hope was quickly extinguished.

The room was empty, and the always tidy room was in a state of disarray, and it had become more disorganized every day since Elvis had left.The mess in the study at this time reminded Murphy of the night when he was just summoned to the mainland, and the mage's study seemed to be in the same mess.

Thinking of those past events, Murphy's heart became even more congested. He walked into the study and gently closed the door behind him, picked up the scattered books and put them back on the shelf one by one. He also rolled up all the scattered scrolls Stacked on a shelf dedicated to scrolls.

It's a good thing that Traphael wouldn't just put those scrolls recording black magic in the study so openly. Murphy was thinking wildly while tidying up those scrolls, otherwise he wouldn't be able to tidy up without any scruples.Black magic is still black magic if it is made into a scroll. Even if it is an unfinished scroll, touching it casually may cause serious consequences.

But until he restored the cleanliness of the study, Traphael still did not come back.He leaned against the window and looked at the scenery outside the window for a short rest, ready to go to the research room to try his luck, although there is a [-]% chance that he will be in vain or be rejected.

Before he could reach the door, there was a knock on the door of the study from the outside.

Murphy trotted two steps to the door and pulled it open. Outside the door stood a male apprentice who had just arrived. Murphy didn't know his name, and he was just about to knock on the door again with his hands raised blankly.

Of course, Murphy didn't expect it to be Traphael. The mage was free to come and go to any room in his mage tower. This was his territory, and he had no reason to knock on the door when he returned to the study.But Murphy didn't know where the uncontrollable disappointment came from.

He quickly adjusted his emotions, and before the apprentice who was so young that he could still be called a boy could react, he asked first: "You came here to find the teacher, what's the matter?"

Murphy tried to use his gentlest attitude to question the male apprentice. He didn't know what kind of eager expression he showed the moment he opened the door, but the apprentice opposite seemed to be a little shy.In fact, the apprentices who had just arrived still had the awe of ordinary people towards spellcasters towards mages, and they also felt the same way about those apprentices who had been studying with mages for a while.And among these apprentices, they were especially in awe of Murphy and Elvis, the two apprentices who had attracted much attention from Traphael.

Now that Elvis has left, the attention of the other apprentices has all shifted to Murphy alone, but during this period of time, Murphy was in a bad mood because of his relationship with Trafael, and he didn't know how to hide it. One's own emotions, so these emotions are expressed on the face.

Almost all of these apprentices who had just arrived were taken aback by his black face.

Although Murphy tried to soften his attitude as much as possible, the poor apprentice still stood trembling for a while, and just when Murphy was almost impatient, he finally spoke tremblingly: " One, a gentleman who called himself Ollie Posita came to visit, he, he wanted to see the Master Mage, he said yes, he had something important to say to the Master Mage."

The apprentice stammered, and Murphy's eyes lit up when he heard the news. No matter what the purpose of the person coming to find the mage, this gave him a good reason to talk to the mage.

The apprentice was still waiting for Murphy's answer. The demon in a good mood didn't correct his wrong address for the mage, so he let him go, and he himself walked towards the stairs, towards the mage's research room.

The door of the research room was locked, which made Murphy a little happy, which meant that Traphael was in the room at this time.But at the same time, he was a little helpless. It would be great if he could use the wizard's spell to travel freely in the wizard's tower by using the door.

The helpless devil raised his hand and knocked on the door three times. He was not sure whether the mage who was concentrating on the experiment would notice the short knock on the door, so he knocked three more times, but there was still no big movement on the other side of the door.

He cleared his throat, raised his voice and said, "Traphael, it's me, can you open the door?"

The hearing of demons is far superior to that of humans, and the soundproof circle that Traphael set up on the door is not completely soundproof—if it is completely soundproof, the sound of knocking on the door will not be transmitted to the other side of the door, which is really troublesome.So although these magic circles can prevent other apprentices from noticing the movement on the other side of the door, Murphy can catch some movement through the door.

But there was still no sound from the door at this time, maybe there was a faint sound of clothes rubbing that even Murphy couldn't detect, but at least there were no footsteps, which meant that the mage had no intention of opening the door.

The devil who had to recognize the reality had no choice but to stand still and said: "There is a man named Ollie Besita who wants to see you, and he said he has something to tell you." His voice was raised higher than before, because he Not sure if Traphael, a human being, could hear him through the door.

The mage obviously heard it, because after a while he heard a rush of footsteps in the room, and then the door was opened.

Traphael stood behind the door, looking at him with a tired and gloomy face.At this time, the haggard mage's appearance was naturally far worse than usual, but Murphy felt that he was pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked.Murphy could barely remember how long it had been since he had looked at the mage so closely. Reason told him that it was only four to five days, but fuck the reason, he felt that it had been almost 50 years!Being so close to the mage again, he could almost smell the fresh and steady tree-like smell on the other party, and he realized that he missed the mage so much.

Murphy looked greedily at the mage. Even with the cover of the robe, he could still see that the mage seemed to have lost weight again.

Traphael ignored the longing and distress in his eyes. When Murphy was still looking at him, he asked, "What did you say the visitor's name was?"

Murphy was too focused, so he couldn't react quickly after the mage asked the question. After more than ten seconds, he replied belatedly: "He said his name is Leo, Leo Besita"

"Leo Posita..." Traphael repeated in a low voice. He almost couldn't remember the appearance of the owner of the name, but he still remembered the name.The mage thought it unlikely that it was just a coincidence, since Besita was not a very common surname.

What would happen if this person came to him?Such a question arose in Traphael's mind, but he quickly put it aside, walked around Murphy and walked towards the stairs.

No matter what this person came to him for, Traphael was willing to meet him, and the mage had a hunch that he must have come to him for something about that person.

Thinking of this, Traphael's pace became a little faster, and he almost ran.Running in the hallway is really rude, but the mage doesn't care about it.Murphy strode behind him, seized the rare time alone and lowered his voice to explain to Traphael about Elvis.

But Traphael didn't listen to a word.

He hurried to the door of the reception room, and when he put his hand on the cold metal doorknob, he realized that his palm was wet and cold.

He closed his eyes to settle his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, all the waves in his eyes had been suppressed.Regardless of whether he regained his peace of mind, at least on the surface he looked like the steady mage again.

Traphael pressed the doorknob, gently pushed the door open, and walked in.Murphy followed closely behind him and carefully closed the door for him.

The visitor who had made Traphael so anxious was sitting with his back to them, and all they could see from them was the back of his head, with his slightly curly brown hair.He sat quietly, as if he had merged with the environment.An unknown gray bird jumped to him from the window and landed on his frayed and faded old dark blue coat and the same old mandolin beside him on, singing freely.

As if noticing the movement at the door, the brown-haired visitor turned to look at them, and the chubby birds were startled by his movement and fled.

The visitor has an older but still handsome face, and those amber eyes are full of melancholy as 11 years ago.Looking into those deep eyes, Traphael seemed to return to that sad afternoon 11 years ago in a trance.The wind blows the leaves of the sycamore trees and rustles, and the evening sun is extremely gentle. The young mage stands in front of the simple tombstone, covering his eyes with his sleeves and weeping in a low voice.