"Stoke?!" Regnar was shocked when he heard this. He never expected that the top leader of the official magic organization of the Hawke Empire was actually a southerner. These two generations of kings are really relieved...
"Boy." Malloryt knocked Regnar on the head angrily and said: "I have asked you to read the history of the founding war. How come you still don't understand anything? You Are your ears stuffed with donkey hair or something?"
"Old man, it's not like you don't know. I've been busy with things at Fortress Costa. I don't even have time to sleep. How can I still have time to read that period of history?" Regnar rubbed his forehead in embarrassment. As the Swift Wind Sword Master, Lolit's hands must be very strong, and his explosive force could probably knock a big lump out of Regnar's head.
"..." Malloryt looked at Regnar, and then said helplessly: "That's all, it's fine anyway, I'll just tell you."
"Sir, tell me." Regnar sat upright and listened attentively.
"Mel was originally from Stoke, a very ordinary Stoke civilian." Malolite sorted out his thoughts and then said.
"Commoner? Isn't he a great mage?" Regna couldn't help but ask.
"Listen to what I have to say!" Malloryt's eyes widened, making Regnar shrink his neck in fright.
"Uh-huh!" Malloryt cleared his throat, and then continued in a pretentious manner: "This old guy Mel is a late bloomer. As you know, the entry threshold for magic is very high, don't say In our case, even in the Stoke Empire where magic is relatively developed, it is extremely difficult for civilians there to learn magic."
"That's true." Regnar nodded in agreement: "I heard that the Magic Academy in the Stoke Empire has become a gathering place for noble and dandy children. With huge financial resources. It’s really ridiculous that the Magic Academy, which was originally intended to lower the threshold for humans to come into contact with magic, has now turned into an exhibition park for the wealthy southern families.”
"That's it." Malloryt sighed. In fact, when he was young, he also had the dream of becoming a mage, but unfortunately the Gale Sword Master's qualifications in magic were really limited (I don't know if it was related to his crazy personality. ). After confirming that this road was absolutely unworkable, Malloryt started to train his muscles angrily with full of resentment. Unexpectedly, he accidentally became a swordsman...
After sighing with emotion about the situation back then, Malloryt continued: "The conditions for ordinary private mages to recruit apprentices are even more stringent. Therefore, Mel, who had no identity background at the time, had been working as an apprentice in a magic supplies store. Of course, it’s thirty years.”
"..." Regnar never expected that Mel would have such an experience. It's no wonder that he is so keen on cultivating the younger generation of magicians and is so concerned about the establishment of a magic academy. Because he had gone through those hardships himself, Mel didn't want his unfortunate experiences to happen to others again. Thinking of this, Regnar couldn't help but respect Mel.
"Because there was no one to guide him, Mel didn't even know how to do the most basic meditation, and most of the magic books sold on the market were scams. Therefore, Mel was like a blind man at that time. Exploring alone in the huge magical world. In those thirty years, he only had a third-level magic level. This further damaged Mel's self-confidence and made him think that he was a person without talent." Lolit continued: "But all this changed after that person arrived."
More than thirty years ago…
Mel looked at the people coming and going in robes with a look of envy and reluctance in his eyes.
"Why can't I be good? Why can't I become a qualified mage..." Mel asks himself this every day, but no matter how hard he works, no matter how many magic books he reads, or how much practice he does, his magic power will never be the same. The level is only level three. He is already over forty years old, but he only has poor, pathetic level three...
"Forget it, let's just do our job well!" Mel smiled self-deprecatingly, and then saw a man wearing the pendant of an intermediate mage from the Imperial Academy of Magic walking in arrogantly.
"Dear Master Mage, what do you need?" Mel asked with a smile. Although he is thin and small, sometimes this weird and funny appearance can make the mages better reflect their sense of superiority. This is why the boss is willing to let Mel work hard here for thirty years.
"Five hundred milliliters of werewolf blood, ten hemostatic grasses, ten ruby berries, and..." The mid-level mage didn't say much after he came in. He rambled on about a lot of magic materials.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Mel nodded, and then quickly started to prepare these materials. It is not difficult to tell from the materials that this mage wants to refine a healing potion.
Mel was so busy that he even moved a stool to stand on and took out two bottles of werewolf blood. These things could be easily obtained by an intermediate mage with a single mage hand, but he was happy to watch Mel busy there like a monkey.
And Mel didn't dare to use his magic, because it was disrespectful for the apprentice to use magic in front of the mage without permission.
Mel was so busy that he was sweating profusely, but at the end of the day, he unexpectedly discovered that the ruby fruit that the mage needed was out of stock...
"Damn it, the boss said before that the goods will arrive in the afternoon." Mel patted his forehead. However, ruby fruit is not necessary for refining healing potions, so Mel naturally has his own way of dealing with it.
"I would like to ask, Master Mage, do you want to refine a healing potion?" Mel bowed and then asked cautiously.
"That's right, pack it for me when you're ready!" The mage frowned impatiently.
"I'm sorry, Master Mage, the ruby fruit in our store is temporarily out of stock." Mel said apologetically.
"Out of stock?!" The mid-level mage was obviously very dissatisfied with this.
"But I think if we are just making healing potions, the ruby berries can be used instead." Mel said while pointing to several other materials on the shelf.
"From the perspective of the effect of activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis, the effect of Ruby Fruit is not as good as theirs. Although these materials are a bit more expensive, I can guarantee that they are definitely worth the money! Maybe you can directly refine an intermediate healing potion. ?" Mel smiled and said that he had met many mages, so if we think about it in the usual way, there would be no problem with his rhetoric.
But today's mage is different. It's his first time trying things in the field of alchemy, so his requirements for material formulas are quite rigid. He was afraid that he would make the wrong material and cause the refining to fail. If this happened, it would undoubtedly be a blow to his self-confidence.
Moreover, what Mel said about "refining an intermediate-level healing potion" also sounded a bit ironic to him. This is like saying that you can only refine primary healing potions.
Therefore, Mel's seemingly flawless rhetoric unexpectedly angered the mid-level mage. He immediately cursed and then slapped Mel in the face.
Although Mel was a little confused by the mage's sudden rage, he also knew that these people should not be offended easily. So Mel held his head and prepared to wait for the mage to punch and kick him to get rid of his anger.
But this mage was unexpectedly vicious. He felt that this skinny middle-aged man had offended him, so he must pay the price!
The mage threw a magic missile. Although it was only a first-level spell, the magic missile was powerful enough to break the leg bones of an ordinary person, especially a skinny guy like Mel!
Mel knew something was wrong when he heard the mage reciting the incantation. He wanted to avoid becoming a cripple himself. In desperation, he could only recite the spell. Maybe he had stayed at level two or three for too long, so Mel was extremely skilled in using magic missiles and other spells. His magic missile was even faster than the mid-level mage. As a result, the mage was hit all over the face by Mel's magic missile before he could throw his spell.
"You are looking for death!!!!!!!" This angered the mid-level mage even more. He took a step back, completely ignored the bustling crowd around him, and prepared to use fireball to blow up this damn store.
The crowd who originally thought there was excitement and gathered around suddenly fell into panic. They ran away in a hurry, fearing that they would be affected by the fireball technique.
"Go to hell! This is the price you pay for offending the mage!" The mid-level mage looked ferocious, and then he was about to throw the fireball.
But just before the spell was about to be completed, the magic power on his fingertips dissipated in an instant. Because someone used counterspell.
That was a young man with a gentle smile on his face, no, maybe it would be more appropriate to call him a teenager. Because this man looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, he had short black hair, which was carefully trimmed and gave him a somewhat capable aura. The young man's eyes were dark and bright, like stars at night. There was a vaguely confident smile on his lips, that smile seemed to say that everything was easy for him.
Mel wiped the blood from his nose and mouth, then stood up silently.
"Don't make trouble here, okay? You are also a student of the Magic Academy, right?" The young man said calmly.
"Who are you?!" the middle-aged man said in a bitter tone. He stared at the young man in front of him, as if he was considering whether to break the legs of this reckless boy.
"I am also a student at the Magic Academy. I felt that what you did might affect the reputation of the Magic Academy, so I stopped you." The boy explained casually.
"Stop me? You have such a strong tone!" The mid-level mage laughed angrily. He is a tenth-level mage. How strong can this kid be at such a young age
"Okay." The young man sighed helplessly: "Maybe after reading this, you will know who I am."
After the young man finished speaking, two haloes of light, one black and one white, lit up around him. Those were two magic rings. This boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old turned out to be a high-level mage!