The legendary mage Merlins raised his head and looked at the black-haired young man who pushed in the door.
"Alan, why are you here so early today?"
In his memory, this talented student always only visited places, but he would never arrive early.
"I accidentally burned my breakfast. I don't want to make it all over again, so I might as well come to class first."
Allen dragged a chair over and sat casually opposite Merlins as usual.
Since the teacher and student gradually became familiar with each other, they seldom said those polite words and became more informal.
Merlins has always believed that as a magician, you should not use red tape to distinguish hierarchical status like those nobles and priests who stick to the rules, which wastes time and inhibits creativity.
Only by exchanging knowledge and exploring the truth on an equal footing can the Mage Tower have lasting vitality.
"It seems that there are things you are not good at!" After hearing Allen's words, Merlins joked with a smile.
"I thought you would say that skipping breakfast is bad for your health." Allen lowered his head, casually grabbed a silver "bishop" from the chessboard in front of Merlins, and turned it over in his hand.
"You brat, if you want to cheat me out of my bread, just say so."
However, despite saying this, Merlins still opened the drawer, took out a bag of toast with "mental focus" magic, and handed it to Allen.
At this moment, Merlins couldn't help but think of the mysterious legendary mage who gave him guidance when he was promoted to Legend in the Astronomy Tower of Cambridge University, and asked him for bread in different ways.
To this day, even though Merlins' own prophecy has entered the realm of legend, he still cannot figure out the true identity of the mysterious mage through the river of destiny, and can only see boundless darkness.
This made him deeply feel that even though they were both legends, the realm of the mysterious mage was still far above him; in the world of magic, there was indeed a world outside the sky, and there were people outside the world.
Of course, Merlins also firmly believed that with his "genius" level of magic talent, which was inferior to his own and superior to that of ten thousand people, it was only a matter of time before he could surpass that mysterious mage.
"Thank you, teacher." Allen grinned, took the bread, and gnawed it without ceremony.
Looking at his slightly pale face, Merlins sighed.
If the strength of the mysterious legendary mage made him unpredictable, then the thoughts of Allen were equally confusing.
Sometimes, his thoughts are deep and thoughtful, his etiquette is flawless, and he doesn't look like a seventeen-year-old young man at all; other times, he acts outspoken and lively, just like a cunning child when he begs for bread.
"Alan?"
"Um?"
"How are you getting along with your new roommate?"
"It's pretty good. Although Andre doesn't talk much and looks cold, he is very easy-going and it's a pleasure to get along with him."
"No wonder you asked me specifically the day before yesterday to share a room with Andre by name," Merlins joked with a smile, then changed the topic and his expression became serious, "It's just, Alan
, Although Andre's performance in the Mage Tower is unremarkable, his background is extraordinary. Do you know his true identity?"
"With blond hair, gray eyes, a figure like a bamboo pole, and a face as weak as a kidney, you can tell at a glance that he is the son of the King of Ferrand who wanders around the flowers." Allen replied with a smile, "That King of Ferrand wanted to prevent being
The wife knelt down and secretly hid the illegitimate child in the Braden Kingdom. She really took great pains.
"But judging from Andre's performance, he probably doesn't know his true identity."
"So you know." Merlins stared into Allen's eyes.
"Yes." Allen admitted frankly.
Then, before Merlins could speak, Allen put down the bread in his hand, sat up straight, and changed the topic:
"Teacher, actually I came here early this morning to discuss something with you."
"What's going on?" Merlins frowned slightly.
"This Sunday night, Her Majesty the Queen came to see me specifically, hoping that I could cooperate with her and help her oust the Prime Minister," Allen explained. "She said that Prime Minister Sistine King was Archbishop Yaconelga's number one
Lackey. If he falls, it will undoubtedly weaken the influence of the Church of Light on the political situation of Braden Kingdom."
"Did you promise her?"
"Yes, I agreed," Allen nodded, "Teacher Merlins, you should be able to see that in recent years, the Church of Light and the old party nobles have worked together to control the Parliament and Cabinet of the Kingdom of Braden. They
Sticking to the past and refusing to innovate, they not only rejected the proposal of the "Grain Economy Protection Act" again and again, but also tried to increase industrial and commercial taxes while cutting the research funding for the Mage Tower.
"If such a group of people continues to be at the helm of the kingdom, not to mention that the Braden Kingdom will fall into a complacent situation, and the magicians' research work will definitely be delayed by their stupid decisions.
"As a magician, I don't want to find a place to reimburse the expenses for experiments in the future."
Hearing this, Merlins was amused by his sense of humor. He looked at him with interest and said, "Your surname is York. How can you care about such a trivial matter as reimbursement?"
"I don't care, but others do," Allen spread his hands, "Besides, why pay for things that can be reimbursed?"
"Alan, to be honest, I thought you promised the Queen to help her deal with the Prime Minister just to vent your anger," Merlins joked, "Archbishop Nerga stole your friend, and you broke his right-hand man.
That does sound fair."
"I'm not that naive." Allen said as he put the white "bishop" he was playing with back on the chessboard.
"But no matter what, Alan, I believe that when you agree to do this, you must have weighed the pros and cons. I just hope that you will act cautiously and never be careless." Merlins stopped smiling and his eyes became serious.
"In addition, since doing this is really beneficial to the Mage Tower, I promise to do you a favor. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
"You don't need to do anything. Just stay in the Mage Tower."
"Oh? Why?"
"Teacher Merlins, you and the Pope of the Church of Light are the strongest people in this plane. As long as you are in charge of the capital, the Church of Light will not dare to take the lead in using the Pope. As long as the Pope does not interfere, the matter will be solved much easier."
"That's no problem." Merlins nodded. Allen's funny words made him find it very interesting.
"Then let's... start playing chess now?" Allen was silent for a moment, staring at the chessboard and asked.
"As long as you're ready, we can start at any time."