noble magician

Lance clutched the pharmaceutical experience notes that Cosen handed him, and his mind was filled with these questions.He should have sat down now and studied this notebook carefully, so as to find a way to make a more effective anti-magic potion.But Lance couldn't do this at all, all his mind was occupied by doubts in his heart.As if he had glimpsed the tip of the iceberg suddenly, Lance's thoughts were out of control.

why why why……

He just wants to know the answer.

Why did Nobi Vitti do something rebellious?Why were they so caught off guard again?

Before the Council of Elders issued a formal resolution, several high-ranking nobles had already reached an agreement on attacking the Nobiviti family. This required a long process, and it was not that easy to do. Countless nobles of all sizes were involved. and civilian interests.

The supreme nobles are linked together through the Council of Elders and jointly rule the Doya continent, but in fact they are independent of each other and act independently.

To be able to launch an attack so quickly and announce the opening of a struggle on the scale of war, there must be a reason for them to do so.Their directions must be amazingly consistent to come together so quickly.

Is it because of the rebellious heart of the Nobi Viti family?This is really hard to believe.

No matter how powerful Nobi Viti was back then, they couldn't annihilate so many supreme nobles in one fell swoop.In their jurisdiction, Nobiviti can be called the supreme ruler, but their hands and feet are not long enough to go to other people's homes to dictate, and other supreme nobles will not allow such a thing to happen.

In this way, the possibility of Nobi Viti's rebellion being successful is extremely small, so what is the reason for them to do so?

Lance only felt that his head was swollen and he couldn't think clearly about the problem.At some point, the notebook fell to the ground. Lance shrank to the corner of the bed, hugged his knees with his hands, and buried his head in it.

He maintained this posture for a long time, until his hands and feet became numb. Lance raised his head, looking a little sluggish, but it seemed that he had made up his mind.

The crux of the problem lies in Plante. There must be something special about this place for the elders to make this decision.Lance decided to start from this point to see if he could find any information.

After thinking it over, Lance came to the bathroom and wiped his face vigorously with cold water.It was still early, and he had enough time to go to the library. As for the notebook...Lance picked it up, brushed the dust off it, and put it away in the drawer.This is Corson's, and he has to return it.

In the library, the person in charge was used to Lance running in there every day. He just raised his eyelids when he saw him coming again, and then went to work on his own affairs.

Lance's goal this time was not the Potions section. He first searched the shelf where the geography books were hidden, and found many books that mentioned Plant.Among them are rigorously worded academic geography, travel notes, or travel guides written for people to read—Plant has been analyzed over and over again from various angles.

Lance couldn't read all the books, he could only browse briefly, and even so, he couldn't solve so many books.In the end, I have to feel that the college has a large collection of books and covers a wide range of fields.Fortunately, although there are many of these books, they can be classified according to the purpose and content of writing, as long as you read the representative ones.

In the next few days, Lance completely forgot about improving the formula of the anti-demon potion, just blindly soaking in the library, even the word "Plant" would appear in his dreams.

In the end, Lance came to a conclusion. Geographically speaking, there was really nothing special about Plant.Although he had a thorough understanding of the customs of the city, it didn't help him with his questions.

Lance moved on to the next category—history.In fact, books on geography also touch on this point to some extent, but they are less mentioned.Lance dived into the sea of ​​books again, looking for the possibility he wanted from the huge amount of information.

However, he was disappointed again.Books are all lagging behind. Although the migration happened more than ten years ago, there are not many mentions of this incident in these books.Even if it is mentioned, it is just a quick mention, without going deep, Lance can't get any useful information.

Lance, who had nothing to gain, began to doubt his own approach, but he doubted his original thoughts more. Did he think too much?

There are still two days before leaving school, the initial excitement has been reduced to ashes, Lance seems to no longer have any hope, flipping through the books mechanically in the library.The experience of the past few days made him a different person, he became very decadent, and he looked a bit like Ender.

"Lance."

A call sounded suddenly, but it took a while for the call to enter Lance's mind. He looked at the person who was coming, and murmured: "Mr. Ke Sen..."

Teacher Corson sighed and sat down in front of Lance.

"You seem to be reading books about Plant City these days?" Cosen asked softly.

"Yeah." Lance responded softly.

"Any gains?"

Lance shook his head.

Corsen laughed suddenly, put his hands on his head, and stroked the silver hair.

"That's what I said at the time, why do you take it so seriously?" He said helplessly, "Although this matter is a bit strange, and indeed many people have considered this issue, but there is really no need to go into a dead end, um ? How can we guess the thoughts of those people in the Presbyterian Church?"

Lance was stunned for a moment, although there was some truth in his words, but his...his purpose was different from others... Even so, Lance also knew that going on like this was not an option, Lance lowered his head and remained silent.

"It's a good thing to have the spirit of research, but it's easy to get involved if you are too serious." Cosen concluded with this sentence, closing the books in front of Lance one by one, and stacking them aside.

Lance's shoulder moved slightly, as if he wanted to stop it, but finally stopped, allowing Cosen to move the books away.

"Have you read the notes I lent you?" Cosen asked suddenly.

Only then did Lance remember the notebook he had put in the drawer, which he had never taken out.His face flushed, and he felt guilty like a child who was caught being lazy, he hesitated to speak.

"Let's go, don't stay here forever." Ke Sen stood up and invited, "Go outside and have a look, it's boring to always be facing a pile of books."

The two left the library and took a walk in the college for a while.

The blue sky and the fresh air seemed like Lance hadn't seen it for a long time.It's just because he got into his own world with all his heart, worrying about things he didn't know, ignoring all of them, and forgetting that what is in front of him is reality.

Lance's mood improved a little. Although he still couldn't let go completely, he was somewhat less entangled.

After saying goodbye to Corson, Lance returned to his dormitory.He came to the desk, took out the pen and paper, wanted to write several times, but stopped just before the tip of the pen touched the paper.

Shall I write to my father, Ender?He must know something about Lance's biological parents.The powerful magic expulsion potion that Lance had taken since he was a child is proof, and the formula, it is obviously impossible to say that Ender doesn't know anything.

But Lance couldn't make up his mind to ask him about it.

He had asked Ender that question when he was a kid.

"What kind of person is my father? And what about my mother? Is she beautiful and gentle?" Little Lance asked crisply in a childish voice. At that time, his silver eyes were still light. Not as thick as it is now.

But Lance didn't get an answer, he found Ender crying.

The man who always held the wine bottle was stunned, and then tears flowed from his eyes and flowed down his face to the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even have time to hide it.It wasn't until a while later that Ander suddenly realized his gaffe, covered his eyes with his hands, and left the cabin in a hurry.

This scene was deeply seared in Lance's heart, and even after many years, he could still clearly remember the scene at that time.The clear sky, the scent of green grass, and the man who burst into tears.

Since then he has never asked about it again.

Parents were only a vague concept to him, and Lance had never seen them.But Ender was different, Ender was right in front of him, and he could see it every day.

Lance finally sighed softly and put down the pen in his hand.

Even if he really knows something, what can he do now?To solve the immediate problems, focusing on the immediate talents is the most important thing.

Lance thought of the three Avengers. Their lives were stained by darkness, and they could only grope for hope in hatred, and even gave up their lives for this.Although very sympathetic, but giving up the living for the sake of the dead, Lance could not agree with such an approach.And now, isn't he somewhat similar to them?It's all upside down.

"You are Ender's son, a commoner magician, the real estate is a wooden house that is old but never leaks, you have a responsible teacher, and a few friends."

Lance repeated this passage to himself several times, as if he was afraid that he would forget.In the end, he let out a foul breath and put the letter into the drawer.