Mage's Secret

The weather at the end of May is already very hot, and there is a faint shadow of summer.The branches crossed overhead, filtering the sunlight into a light green color, and all kinds of wild flowers on both sides of the road were blooming just right.In this weather, Traphael is still dressed in a robe and a cloak, and his mage robe is embroidered with magic patterns to maintain a constant temperature, so he will not feel stuffy.

But his cool temperature didn't make him feel comfortable. He even wanted to tear off his robe, wrap himself tightly with a thick cloak, and then drive the horse to the sun without shade from the trees—— At this time, a coldness that almost made him shiver permeated his whole body, and it was the elf who was riding a horse not far in front of him, looking around curiously.

After the elf said those words and got the mage's consent, he returned to his usual innocent appearance.

The pure kindness shown by the elves was too real, and Traphael was also a little confused. He asked hesitantly, "What do you mean by what you just said?"

"Huh? What did you say?" The elf looked back at him, his eyes were full of curiosity, and he couldn't see the indifference just now.

His rhetorical question made the mage confused for a moment whether the other party really had no impression of what the other party said, or whether he just wanted to avoid this topic, but in any case, Traphael knew that the other party might not answer his question directly.So he paused, and said, "Nothing, if you want to go with us, go and get yourself a horse."

Hearing his words, the elf happily followed the apprentice to the stables to see the horses.

Looking at the back of the elf going away, the mage began to feel chills, and the contrast shown by the elf made him unable to see through the other party.He even began to wonder whether the other party had discovered the research he was secretly doing long ago, and whether the incident about Elvis was not purely accidental.He couldn't help but guess whether the elf's amnesia was also faked, and what purpose did he have for staying by his side like this.

This coldness did not disappear until the three of them caught up with the bard who had just entered the city.

When they found Leo, he was sitting on the street not far from the city gate and adjusting his strings. Before he could play a syllable, the mage and his party walked up to him.

Seeing Trafael, Leo stood up with a smile: "You can come to me, you must have already got the answer, right?"

"Yes, I am willing to go with you. But you must know that if Lawrence's research is not as perfect as we thought, we will have to give up your proposal." Traphael replied.

"Okay," Leo smiled wryly, "but you also need to know that even if there is even a chance, I hope you can try it, and I am willing to bear all the costs."

"We agree on this point," said the mage. "Then mount your horse and set off with us." The mage looked around and asked, "Where is your horse?"

The poet spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "My lord, I am just a wandering bard. I can't afford a horse. I travel mainly by walking on my legs, or borrowing the carriages of those kind merchants. "

Traphael had no choice but to take the bard to the market and buy a horse from a horse dealer. It was a mare with a peculiar yellow mane and sorrel spots, although the horse dealer repeatedly assured that it would Weird in appearance, but with the best feet of any horse, and showing the mages its teeth and muscles, Traphael still feared that its stamina would not be strong enough for their long journey.But the choice was limited, and the horses in the market were not comparable to those with good bloodlines in his mage's tower, so the mage had to follow the horse dealer's advice and buy it.

Such a horse sold for thirty silver coins, which was a lot of money for ordinary people, but it was not worth mentioning at all to Traphael.The mage made up his mind to choose a better horse for the poet again after arriving in the next city.

After he was on the road, the mage found that the horse was indeed worth the price as the horse dealer had said. Even the horse dealer might be worried that its strange coat color would affect sales, and deliberately lowered the price.What is worth worrying about is Leo's riding skills.

"When I was young, I lived a wealthy life and had a horse of my own. The Lansogao horse had first-class running power, and I could ride it across the entire grassland." When buying a horse, the poet Say this to the mage, "So don't worry about my horsemanship."

But after going on the road, Traphael realized that this was not the case at all. Leo was holding the rein tightly, his body was stiff, and he didn't seem to be sitting very securely.Traphael quite reasonably suspected that any faster horse he was riding would have thrown him off.

In this regard, Leo explained: "No, no, don't worry, I just haven't ridden a horse for many years, as long as you give me a little time to get used to it, I can..." However, as if deliberately against him, no When he had finished speaking, the young yellow mare suddenly rushed forward a few steps, and the poor poet fell off the horse.

"Are you okay?" Traphael hurriedly grabbed the rein and walked to Leo, got off his horse and looked at the poet who fell to the ground.

"Yes, it's probably okay..." Leo said uncertainly, he struggled to get up from the ground, moved his hands and feet, and found that there was indeed nothing serious, except for some scratches on his arms and knees.

Murphy also got off his horse and walked over to Traphael. He took out a glass bottle from his arms and threw it to Leo, who quickly reached out to catch it. "Treat the wound, and then let's continue on the road, don't be so anxious." Murphy said to the poet, but turned to the mage when he said the last sentence.His heart still disapproved of the mage's decision, and he wished, if possible, that their journey never came to an end.But it was impossible, just like he couldn't stop the mage from starting this journey.

"You're actually carrying medicine?" Traphael turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes.

Murphy smiled triumphantly: "Be prepared, don't you think it's time to use it now?" He took out a bottle of different shape from his pocket, leaned close to Traphael's ear and whispered: "Fara Made of flowers, only for demons."

The mage took the crystal bottle that was obviously taken out of his research room from him, carefully observed the blue paste inside, opened the lid and smelled it carefully, and a sweet fragrance wafted out of his nostrils.

"I remember that Faraday flowers cannot be preserved for a long time?" Traphael looked up at the demon beside him.

"The devil world has its own methods." Murphy replied in a low voice.

It wasn't until this moment that Roy, who had already ridden a long distance on his horse alone, noticed the abnormality behind him, and commanded his mount to return to them.He looked as excited as a child going out for the first time, and his cheeks were a little flushed with excitement.He carried a bow and a quiver full of feathered arrows, which he had bought specially when he was in Nakalun.He himself couldn't explain why he bought these, he walked into the weapon shop as if driven by instinct, and intuitively took them off the wall.

When they walked out of the weapon shop, the elf looked at the bow and arrow in his hand in disbelief as if he had just woken up from a dream. He tried to draw the bowstring and drew a full arc.

"I didn't even know I had the ability to shoot arrows." He said as if talking to himself.

Seeing his sudden change of attitude again and again, Traphael asked calmly: "Aren't all elves talented in archery?"

But the elf just raised his head, looked at him with a defenseless smile and said, "Is that so? I don't even remember these things!"

Then the elf came up to them and asked with the same innocent smile, "What's the matter with you, have you been attacked?"

Seeing his appearance without a city mansion, the mage's mood sank again because of the little episode just now.

"It's nothing, Leo fell down." Trafael replied calmly, "Let's walk slowly, don't be so anxious."

Hearing his proposal, the elf immediately showed an anxious expression: "Slow? No, you can't slow down!"

"Why?" The mage immediately asked back, "Why are you so anxious, what is your purpose for following us?"

"Because I..." Roy answered immediately, but he stopped after only a few words, and the anxiety on his face turned into blankness. He frowned and lowered his head in distress, thinking, but in the end Can't remember what he just wanted to say.He shook his head: "I don't know, but it must be fast, it must be fast..."

Traphael stared at the innocent elf for a while, knowing that he would not be able to ask any more questions, so he ignored him and turned around to lead his brown-red horse.

"I think this gentleman is right." Leo said to Traphael after he got on his horse again. The elf's loose long hair blocked his ears, and he really didn't look like a man from his face. He is an elf, so until this time the poet has not figured out Roy's identity, only thinking that he is an ordinary apprentice.

"We'd better hurry up before it's too late..." Leo said as he tried to lead his horse, the yellow horse that had gotten mixed up with Murphy's white-hoofed black horse named Doro , the poet took a lot of effort to get back on his horse.

Traphael quite understood why he was in a hurry, so he nodded to him and said, "As long as you can keep up, it's okay to go faster."

As the poet himself said, he was willing to pay any price to resurrect Yadunis, so it was not a problem to fall off the horse a few times.Faith is also a wonderful thing. In just one day, he was able to ride Debbie—the new name he gave the yellow mare—on the flat ground without getting off the horse again. fell off.

They didn't make it to the next town when it was dark, but they didn't intend to continue walking at night-though neither the bard nor the elf intended to stop to rest, but the mage and the demon persuaded them.

Murphy picked up some branches, and Traphael cast a spell to start a fire.They did not have a comfortable carriage this time, so they had to camp in the woods.

Animal activities were quite frequent at night in early summer, and Murphy quickly caught several rabbits.He roasted the rabbit over the fire and shared it with Traphael and Leo.The elf is a vegetarian, so he went alone to pick some fruits to satisfy his hunger. Traphael was not sure whether those fruits were edible, but the elf simply rubbed them and ate them without hesitation.

Maybe it's because the elves' physique is different from that of humans, so he doesn't have to worry about whether these plants are poisonous, Traphael guessed, but out of prudence, he refused the elves' share.Murphy also rejected the elves, but only out of subjective distaste for the latter.Only Leo accepted Roy's kindness.