Chapter 514 Return to the Imperial Capital

The huge sun rising in the early morning shone on the vast wilderness of the Aldernan Great Plain. In the heat brought by the sun, the air moved. The dense fog that is common in this season presents a wonderful swirling scene with the air flow, and gradually It became thinner - in the gradually opening fog, three black carriages driven by puppet slaves were running over the newly built road and heading towards the imperial capital.

Three cars, all of which are very common in Typhon. The design of two horses and a long and spacious carriage allow this classic car to carry more passengers and cargo, and it also makes it popular with wealthier travelers. The blue eyes and symbols around the runes depicted on the carriages remind travelers that these three vehicles are the private property of a certain great magician.

Three black carriages drove from west to east, wrapped in the cold wind and mist of early winter, the bottom of the carriage exuded a faint light blue brilliance, and the brilliance spread to the whole carriage, forming a thin protective cover that could cover the entire carriage. Shield, this thin layer of shield blocks the air-conditioning from the outside, keeping the cabin warm and comfortable.

Mary carefully opened the cover on the side of the carriage to a narrow slit, and looked at the scenery outside - the slightly desolate wilderness scenery receded on both sides of the road, and in the distance there was a hazy winter mist. She looked for a long time, but There are hardly many pedestrians and vehicles in sight, only the occasional freight wagon with some official emblem can be seen hurriedly passing by: in this cold winter season, not many civilians even in Typhon have the luxury to do whatever they want. Going out, on such a wide road, most of the time, only the three carriages in sight are driving.

There was a trace of unease in the young female apprentice's heart, but there was also a trace of anticipation.

She finally left the dark, gloomy, and terrifying Mage Tower, and also left the countryside. She was going to the legendary imperial capital to see another world.

Although she did not get rid of her mentor, an inexplicable sense of excitement always accompanied her. She didn't know what she was looking forward to, but she felt... that her life seemed to be finally changing.

"There's not much to see on the road this season."

The instructor's slightly gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, and Mary was startled. She couldn't help but shiver slightly. She quickly closed the window and sat back to her seat.

The old mage Daniel was sitting in the middle of the carriage. He was still wearing his big, thick black robe, like a lifeless sculpture. The other two apprentices sat cautiously in the corner of the carriage, looking down at their hands. of Algebra.

Mary quickly glanced at her mentor, she didn't see any anger on the face of the old mage, and she felt calm.

What I felt a while ago was not an illusion,

The teacher's temper has really changed a lot.

Although he still has a gloomy temperament, is still a bit mean and severe, and still studies those creepy taboo knowledge, the old mage has not fallen into madness for a long time, and has not punished his apprentice at will for a long time.

These improvements did not make Mary and the other apprentices completely relaxed, nor did they allow everyone to be bold and close to the tutor, but at least now Mary dared to ask her tutor some questions: "Teacher, how long will we stay in the imperial capital?"

The old mage seemed to be in a better mood today than ever before. He glanced at Mary and said casually, "Don't think about these unnecessary things - just follow me honestly."

Mary quickly lowered her head: "Yes... yes."

"Change your submissiveness," the old mage looked at Mary, "it doesn't matter in front of me, don't always tremble like this in front of others - raise your head, you are a mage, your mentor is a great mage, you are in the imperial capital also has an identity.”

Mary froze for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

"You should also pay attention," the old mage raised his voice slightly and said to the other two apprentices in the carriage, "don't look like a countryman--but don't be reckless. You must have both the pride of the supernatural and the Be reserved, don't cause me trouble, and don't allow anyone to bully me."

The apprentices were stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

The tutor is actually teaching everyone how to behave in the imperial capital - Mary thought in surprise.

After the old master explained a few words, he stopped talking. He took out a copper mirror from his arms and looked at it silently.

The mirror seemed to be a magic item, it was engraved with complex and mysterious symbols and patterns, even the smooth mirror surface was no exception. Mary just glanced at the side and quickly turned her head—

The mirror was made by the tutor before he set off, but no apprentice knows what the mirror does. The old mage does not allow anyone to touch the mirror, not even to look at it from a distance. Mary only knows that the tutor has to take out the mirror almost every day. He looked at the mirror a few times - and every time he watched it, his mood became better, and even his temper seemed to be changed by the mirror.

So no matter what the specific function of the mirror is, it must be a good thing.

Daniel didn't care what thoughts were going on in his apprentice's head, he just looked at the mysterious symbols and patterns on the mirror seriously, immersed in the gentle sound of the waves and a pleasant sense of spiritual relaxation, and soothed it. With his slightly tense spirit - it turns out that these mysterious symbols given by the master are very effective, and even if they are transferred from the wall of the room to the small bronze mirror, their effect is not weakened in the slightest.

With the help of these symbols and patterns, he completely relaxed, and then let his spirit permeate, sensing the situation outside.

The fog has dissipated a lot, but there is still a thin layer of mist covering the sky and the earth - this is the case in the central Typhon region after winter, even when the sun is shining, there are often mists, and this mist is also "fog". The origin of the word "month" - in the depths of the mist, the towering city walls of the imperial capital Aldenan are approaching.

How long have you been out of the city?

Over ten years? Or twenty years?

Daniel couldn't remember for a while, but he knew that he had been away for a long time. In the past ten or twenty years, he has changed from a great magician who is in the limelight in the Royal Society of Magicians to a self-imposed exile. , A secluded, lonely and gloomy dark wizard in the countryside. He doesn't know how many people in the imperial capital remember him, but presumably those who pushed him, laughed at him, and even secretly harmed him will not forget it...

The great magician Daniel, who is obsessed with the theory of neural interaction magic, but has not achieved anything in half his life, is back - back with the will of his master.

On the mist-shrouded streets of Aldernan, three black carriages rolled over the wet and flat stone road, heading towards the Royal Mages Society.

At the moment when the giant sun passed the highest point in the sky, Daniel brought his apprentice Mary to the headquarters of the Royal Society of Mages.

The other apprentices have already been sent to settle their luggage and clean their residences—in Daniel’s view, those apprentices who have been gnawing on the great knowledge bestowed by their masters for half a year and can’t keep up with their progress are all mediocre, and bringing them out is also a shame for themselves. There are some Marys who have some talent in mathematics and can be brought out to the world.

The solemn black façade and multi-layered spires of the Royal Society of Wizards towered in the mist, and the solemn and straight lines on the façade gave the impression of a solemn and old-fashioned old mage, the "stone-built mage" Standing at the end of the street in Aldernan wearing a robe, the spire on the building is the magic hat of the old mage - Daniel looked up at the roof of the Mage Association headquarters, and then threw the meaningless memories in his mind to aside.

Mary wanted to knock on the door, but she was stopped by her mentor before she could take a step. The young female mage from the countryside was surprised to see a faint glow floating on the surface of the dark wooden door, and then the glow appeared. An old face appeared: "Visitor, explain your identity."

"Daniel, Daniel Fred," said the old mage, familiarly, "the last wise man in your musty old house."

"Oh—it's really familiar, haha," the demon guarding the gate let out a hoarse laugh, "Arrogant young people, middle-aged people, old people... Self-exiled wizard, what are you doing here?"

Daniel's tone was indifferent and calm: "Windsor Mapel knows, go ask her."

The black door fell silent, and after a while, the old face wriggled again: "President Windsor Maple invited you to the East Tower - but the girl next to you can't go in."

"Mary is my apprentice, she can go in - tell Windsor Maple I'm just as impatient as I was then."

This time, the door was silent for a longer time, and when Mary felt a little uneasy, she heard a response from the incredible magic door: "You can come in."

The heavy magic door slowly opened, and Mary, full of curiosity and a little nervous, raised her legs to follow the footsteps of the old mage.

The doors to the headquarters of the Royal Society of Mages closed behind them.

Following the route in his memory, Daniel walked in this huge and complex building. The corridors and rooms were no different from what he remembered. The dark red carpets, the magic inlaid on the walls, The spar lamps, the intricate decorative patterns on the pillars, the reliefs on the roof... These luxurious and meaningless things show the heritage of this mage association and the unimproved taste of the extraordinary people, but they have not changed over the years. In the corridor, the faces of the people who come and go are very different from those in the past.

There are many people in the Mage Association, but at least half of their faces are unfamiliar. They wear luxurious robes, pointed hats or precious rings and crowns. They walk slowly in the classically lit corridor with extraordinary bearing. , They maintained a certain sense of restraint that kept people from thousands of miles away, but they couldn't help but secretly tailored Daniel, who was wearing black robes, leading an inconspicuous female apprentice, and swaggering in the corridor.

Mary and Daniel's "shabby" appearance is indeed very rare in this stately and luxurious building, but even less common is Daniel's unassuming, proud and confident attitude - the old mage has not changed his clothes for many years. The man-made nerve cord wriggled in his robe, making a creepy screeching sound, this monstrous and terrifying creation was unusual even for most eccentric mages, and it naturally attracted everyone's attention. Attention, but in these concerns, the old mage just walked forward, just like walking in his own back garden.

Mary had never seen her mentor make such a gesture.

The surrounding mages cast curious, concerned, questioning, and scrutinizing glances here. These sights make the young female mages a little nervous and uneasy. She knows who these people are, and these are all talented in magic. She also has a very high status in the mage community, representing the peak of Typhon's magical power, a respectable big man, but she herself is only a low-level little mage from a small village in the countryside. Under normal circumstances, she would even I don't have the qualifications to walk side by side with these big men...

"Raise your head," the teacher's voice suddenly entered her ears, making Mary suddenly awake, "If you walk with your head down again, I will turn your neck into a stone and keep your head down for the rest of your life."

Mary swallowed, and she raised her head hard to see that the long corridor had finally come to an end.

A wooden door with a golden-red pattern and a radiance of runes floating on the surface stood there.

Daniel stopped in front of the door, and Mary also stopped, the rune on the door lit up, and a small crystal floated out from a hole in the door and circled around the two of them. Then the door opened automatically.

Behind the door is a spacious and bright room, which is completely different from the narrow, gloomy and depressing Mage Laboratory in Mary's impression. In the center of this room, which is illuminated by magic spar lamps, has a circle of bookshelves and large floor-to-ceiling windows, a semi-circular The large desk facing the door, a middle-aged woman wearing a blue skirt-style mage robe stood in front of the desk, and seemed to have been waiting there for a long time in this posture.