In a mage tower near the palace, a letter stamped with an eagle pattern was slowly opened. There was only one sentence in it, asking him to visit the palace within three days.
The man threw the letter into the fireplace, then frowned slightly, as if he didn't want to be disturbed, let alone get involved in any trouble.
But as the owner of this mage tower, and as a magician who has sworn allegiance to the Pava Federation, he can only suspend the magic experiments in his hands and start to adjust his state with his legs crossed.
Bergman, the pinnacle of the Pava Federation, the Grand Mage of the Explosion System, and the holder of the Ash Summoner (one-handed staff). He was also a pioneer who followed the conqueror Paliogli to this place in his early years, and he was
The first great mage of the Pava Federation.
Several high-grade magic crystals gradually lost their luster in Bergman's hands. He had been conducting some magic experiments recently, so he suddenly became free and recalled the past. That was the biggest pain imprinted in his heart, and it was also his
The reason why I left my hometown.
Once upon a time, although Bergman was just a civilian magician, he was spotted by a hermit because of his outstanding talent. Also spotted with him was a child from a noble family.
They are the same age, and they are all four or five years old, and the concept of hierarchy has not yet been formed, so the little guys in the chain became friends and lived together in the hermit's mage tower.
"Why is this curse word so hard to pronounce? Bergman, please teach me. I can give you two slices of the prime steak sent from home."
The noble boy's name is Lorenz, who is now the mage of the Principality of Zeon and the holder of the Static Touch (one-handed stick).
"Why are you so stupid? Like this...and then like that..." Bergman was excited when he heard this, and then told the other party the spell-casting skills in exchange for two pieces of steak. But the two pieces of steak were eventually eaten.
He sent someone back home because it would be his mother's birthday soon.
Explosive magicians are a minority who have joined the ranks of professionals through the use of mutated magic. Because compared to the ice, thunder, nervous, stone, poison, dark, sacred, and natural systems, explosions
The number of magicians has never exceeded five, and this must be added to two or three apprentices who are just pretending to be magicians.
It is very similar to the shortage of people in the metal and air systems, because as long as these three types of magicians have a little success, it can be said that they can suppress most people of the same level.
But only the space system is not subject to this restriction. You must know that the space magician is not a natural magic mutant, but the most common person with no attribute magic. But if you want to cultivate into a real space magician,
It can be said that it is as difficult as sitting down, drinking and chatting with the gods.
Those were the most glorious years of the Principality of Zeon. Even though its territory was the smallest among the nine principalities, it was able to have two explosive magic apprentices at the same time, and one of them had great hope of becoming a peak powerhouse.
"How about it? This is my home. The garden in the yard is full of herbs that can increase magic power. Don't embarrass me at the dinner later."
Ten years later, the aristocratic magician Lorenz wore a brocade robe and invited his only friend to attend a dinner party. But deep down in his heart, he was very jealous of this friend, because the other person's qualifications were far better than his, but the most ridiculous
Yes, the other party turned out to be just a child from a poor family.
"It's so beautiful. This is my first time entering the aristocratic area. If I do anything wrong, you have to remind me, otherwise I will be embarrassed."
Bergman looked away after hearing this, and then grinned and said with a wry smile. Although his mage robe was a little white, compared to the opponent's status as a high-level magician, his previous world had already advanced to the level of a magician.
Bergman feels that he is very lucky. Although he has been away from his parents since he was a child, through his own efforts, his parents have been able to live a superior life comparable to that of the nobles. And he has this good friend by his side. If there is a time limit for such a life, Bergman will
Hope forever.
"Come again! Your spell-casting action just now was wrong. Don't you think you raised your wrist too casually? Also, don't always think about recovering magic power through magic crystals. There is no time for you to do such a thing during a battle!"
Twenty years later, Bergman has advanced to become a magician, but his friend is still just a high-level magician, and the gap between the two is getting wider and wider.
The training room was brightly lit, but the battle only lasted less than five minutes before the opponent was pushed into a corner by Bergman's magic, as if there was no longer any resistance.
"Do you think it is necessary to continue this meaningless battle? Or maybe you are just enjoying the taste of victory!"
"I will leave the Mage Tower tonight. My family calls me back, and there is no possibility for me to make any progress. Instead of wasting time practicing, I would rather inherit my father's position as a Marquis."
The aristocratic magician casually threw away a high-grade magic crystal, and then stared at Bergman, his friend who had known him since childhood.
It's just that he is no longer the ignorant young man he once was. Coupled with his already prominent status as a noble, naturally there is a rift between him and his friends.
From that day on, Bergman and the other party never saw each other again. Either he was away from home, or he was sick and refused to visit. In short, Bergman never stepped into the garden full of herbs again, and never saw that familiar figure again.
.
"You are the pinnacle expert trained by the Principality of Jean. Are you planning to betray the Principality?"
"Damn it, who did this? Why don't you come and see where all the scholars have died? Maybe there is still a chance of treatment!"
The brocade robe of old Grand Duke Jean was stained with blood, but the blood was the last allegiance of the guards. The old Grand Duke was standing in a yard in the slums, and saw a pair of old men dying tragically in a pool of blood. They had already become
Two cold and stiff corpses were found.
"Thank you for your cultivation and protection over the years, and thank you even more for the Ash Summoner (one-handed staff) you gave me. But if I don't avenge this, I won't be able to forgive myself!"
"The flower of the secret, the chaotic magic pattern, the dazzling light emerging, the fragmented unyielding faith, in my name, the magic explodes!"
The buzzing sound was accompanied by the chanting of mantras, and it seemed that the entire city of Fore was showing signs of falling apart. However, a moment later, a wailing sound came from the noble area, and then the magic elements that dispersed in the air fell silent.
"Lorenz, my only friend, I hope you can get what you want. I hope you can still remember the more than 20 years we spent together in the Mage Tower!"
The bodies of Bergman's parents immediately turned into ashes and were blown away by the breeze, while Bergman himself slowly walked out of the city of Fore, and finally left the Principality of Zeon alone.
Later, he met the conqueror Paliogli who fled from the ancient continent with countless professionals, and he readily accepted the other party's invitation and boarded the three-masted sailboat sailing to the opposite side of the Qin Sea.
As for Lorenz, he lost his legs that day and could only live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. However, he eventually advanced into an explosive mage, and was given the electrostatic touch by the new Archduke Zeon.
(one-handed cane), and at the same time he got his wish and inherited his father's position as marquis.
"I don't know what he is like now. Will he still act willfully from time to time?" Bergman muttered to himself, then stood up and walked out of the stone tower. Since he was summoned, he had no reason to refuse. Instead, he was curious.
Who could make the conqueror Paliogle so cautious?