The arrival of Thomas the Mage makes the Lord's heart, which has been hanging for a long

time, finally lie safely back in its nest. It was a rare occurrence in the whole of history that a

sorcerer, renowned throughout the continent, had come to Moon Harbor to take part in the

preparation of the defense of the giants. It is true that the number of archmages is now very

small, and the whole association of Magicians has no more than a thousand members, but

they do have an important place in the whole continent. No single organization or individual

challenges the authority of the association, and fortunately, the mages do not care about

earthly rights and struggles. They are preoccupied with the study of restoring the glories of

the past.

Thousands of years ago, it was the mages who ruled the continent. They built huge floating

cities and patrolled the endless sky; They raised their towers to rule over every straw and tree

of the earth; Even in the dark depths of the sea, great ships built by magicians roam the deep

trenches.

After the War of the Giants, the Great Arcane's glory came to an end when the magic gods

were killed by the mortals on the land of Blasares. The floating city turned into a meteorite

and crashed into the mountains; The pagoda was reduced to rubble and buried deep under

the ruins; And the great ship in the sea, long ago sank to the unfathomable bottom of the

ocean.

It was not until hundreds of years later that people slowly regained their ability to use magic.

It turned out that the magic God had foreseen this situation before he was shot down from

earth, and instead of trying to prevent it from happening, he quietly left a gift for everyone:

the Magic Network. That way, even if he disappears completely, those who survive will have

a chance to start using magic again -- in a whole new way.

This is how the mages of the land of Blasares come to be today.

An ordinary member of the Mages' Society, Vincent is walking the streets of Moonport City.

Since breaking up with his friends seven years ago and returning to his master, Vincent has

never left the society. This time he was able to receive the association's assignment to travel

to this northern fortress city, which was a very nice break for him.

In his own words, "Despite the relentless charm of magic, I am still me. Magic is not all I am."

As he looked at the throng of people in front of him, the mage's pace slowed even more.

Under his black hood, a pair of sharp-eyed men watched the inhabitants around him. Mages

themselves are not the kind of lofty, always with a serious face and clothes are not human

fireworks. They are also human beings, and they need to walk in the crowd and experience

the occasional ordinary.

However, there is a hard and fast rule among the mages: "We must not break the sense of

mystery and intimidation that the mages have formed among the people for a long time."

Unlike warriors -- who can at least swing their fists at their enemies at worst -- mages have

a limited number of spells in a day, and once they run out, their thin bodies are unable to

defend themselves anyway. As a result, they create a powerful and fearsome image in the

popular psyche, which can deter most people who try to catch their attention.

Vincent walked through the most lively market, and never felt crowded, all the people

automatically separated in front of him, passing by his side. No one would try to stop the

mage from moving in his direction. Vincent left the castle Hall this time just to get rid of the

loneliness in his heart, Carol left the Moon Port City, she has her own home to defend -- even

with the iron wall of the Elven forest defense, the giants are not so easy to resist. Originally,

after this meeting, several people will go back to the road and start a new adventure. But it's

all been ruined by this damn war.

Vincent sees a tavern on the side of the road, which is ominous about his surroundings, but

strangely silent. He opened the door and walked in. He went straight to a table in the corner

and sat down.

He did not pay any attention to the frightened stares from the drinkers around him.

Ordering a glass of cider, Vincent began to reflect on his past adventures. Seven years ago,

he was just an apprentice who could use the simplest of spells, which meant hypnotizing

someone or shooting a purple ball of magic light from his finger. But his mentor, Kartho the

Great Seer, made sure he went out on adventures to practice his magical powers. So he joined

Lambert's team as the weakest magician.

Although there are now nations of men, elves, and lovers established on the land of Blasares,

there are still many wild lands. The slightly remote regions were never even inhabited, and

many great beasts still roamed here and there, cutting up the trade routes, and the

interconnectedness of the human world became very unstable. As a result, mercenaries and

small adventure groups were created. Lambert, then a trainee mercenary in Moonport City,

was escorting a caravan when he met Newton, a bold dwarf, and then Phillips and Carol, who

were traveling together. Vincent, a mage, was the last member of the group to join.

An adventure group with a mage would have been unthinkable in the mercenary world at the

time. Mages were almost as scarce across the continent as diamonds the size of your fist. The

opposite of a multi-mercenary was usually a priest in a small temple or a sorcerer with an

innate ability to cast spells. Both of these can be of great help, but they are lacking in two

important areas -- knowledge and wisdom.

In addition to being able to use a variety of strange and unnatural forces to destroy enemies

and protect their own people, mages are the most important advisors in critical times. Their

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advice is always able to defuse any crisis and bring hope and victory.

At the same time, becoming a mage is a very difficult thing, and without extraordinary talent

and long study, learning the power of magic is simply impossible.

Vincent looked at his hands. They were smooth and soft. The long contact with various special

magical materials had made them faintly fragrant. He picked up the glass in front of him with

these hands, and stared at the color of the wine in it.

The wine was mixed with a yellow powder, which would have been difficult to detect if the

glass had been shaken, but which had settled out again after a long time on the table. Vincent

looked up at the others in the pub.

The guys quickly avoid the wizard's eyes and stare at the food in front of them.

Vincent could always tell the difference between a look of fear and a look of greed. "No

wonder so few people come. It's a black shop."

The Wizard gently shook out a gold coin from between his fingers -- no one could see where

it had come from -- and dropped it on the table, where it kept spinning and grinding against

the board. With this pleasant sound, a great number of voracious glances were gathered

upon the little round metal.

The Master smiled softly, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up. To others, it was a kind

smile, but only those who knew him well knew that Vincent's smile was a smile of confidence

and victory.

Just from the expressions of those people, Vincent knew who were the robbers in this black

shop.

"Boss, check out." Vincent walked to the door without looking back.

Several big men suddenly stood up and stood in front of the mage.

The mage smiled gently and looked at the several strong men in front of him. These men

could throw the mage out easily like a chicken.

He quickly dropped something into his mouth and continued to smile at the men in front of

him.

The landlord of the hotel frowned when he noticed this gesture. The robbers had been told

not to do anything until the sorcerer was unconscious. They did not expect that a single gold

coin would arouse their desire to rob, even forgetting the terrible fact that the other was a

mage. "What a dead-end bunch," spat the hotelier.

"You! Show me what you were wearing before, and if I'm happy with it, I'll probably let your

head stay on your neck, ha ha ha." He reached out a greasy hand and grasped the master's

shoulder, but suddenly pulled back and barked, "What is this thing? There are teeth on the

shoulder!"

The master kept a faint smile, gently took out a small bag on his waist, untangled the string,

and a faint fragrance spread in the tavern. The mage gently put the bag into the robber's

hand, "Ah, this is what you want."

Before the robber could open the bag to see what was inside, the innkeeper rushed up and

put the bag back into the wizard's hand.

"Distinguished Master, your lordship has a large quantity. Forgive these ignorant fellows."

Without waiting for any reaction from the robbers, the innkeeper spoke first, with an

ingratiating smile.

"You! ..." Holding his still-bleeding wound, the big man pointed at the boss and said, "What

do you want? Stop my business?"

'You are desperate for money! How dare you hit the master's attention! Don't you know

you're all going to die by now?" The tavern keeper's voice had now broken into a growl, and

he pointed his still-greasy finger at the robber.

"Dear Master, please leave these men alone. Besides, I... I don't want to die. ' The tavern

keeper's face changed faster than lightning on a clear day, and the slightest twitch of his facial

muscles gave rise to another expression.

Vincent looked before him at the robber, who was still puzzled, and at the barman, who

thought he knew everything. He shook his head slightly and took a small box out of his arms.

"Then take this and drink it. Now get out of my face." The mage drank softly.

The robbers looked at each other until they saw the wine-keeper's fierce look and angrily

gave way.

"Take your time!" The tavern owner saw the wizard off with a smile on his face, his face

suddenly darkened, and he ran to the back of the counter three and two steps, took out his

usual mixing bottle and sold wine, and threw in the small blue ball in the box.

"What on earth is going on? Why did you let that fellow go? He must be a big fat sheep!"

'You fools! Haven't you ever heard the stories of the magicians? How your mother raised you?

You wouldn't know how you died tomorrow if I hadn't bought you this cure! ' "If he had not

poisoned or cursed me, I would have given you this shop!" said the landlord, looking at the

liquid which was slowly bubbling and turning turquoise into a cup.

The green liquid in the cup boiled even more.

Vincent re-entered the lively market, the crowd still leaving a barrier around him. A small

green snake emerges from his collar.

"That man must have eaten very badly. I will offer you wine from the Duke's house this

evening." Vincent stroked the snake's head gently with his fingers. Instead of biting him, the

green snake quickly wrapped itself around the master's index finger and made a gentle hissing

sound.

"By the way, little snake, how long do you think it will take for their green color to disappear?

Six months or a year?" Vincent smiled and continued to play with the snake. The snake quickly

slipped back into the mage's arms.

There was a muffled explosion in the direction of the tavern, and a great plume of green

smoke rose from the doors, Windows and chimneys of the tavern. Several large men, now

green, rushed out of the room, coughing violently.

"I'd better search Littlefinger again to see if there's anything else like this..."

Vincent muttered slowly as he walked toward the Duke's house.