The torrential rain poured down, like a waterfall falling from the sky, hitting the ground, splashing a faint mist of water, and the surroundings were completely dark, except for the occasional lightning in the sky, bright and dazzling, as if there were no ghosts.
The heavy rain makes every house isolated, which not only makes people feel the panic of the coming end, but also has a strange sense of security that they are not afraid of others breaking in.
In an ordinary two-story house in the city, a young man wearing a bright red magic robe was staring blankly at the rain curtain, his eyes were deep, he didn't know what he was thinking, his appearance was about twenty years old, his eyes were blood-red, his facial features were handsome, brilliant like a bursting but shining thunder and lightning snake, full of vitality, and the faint bookish aura on his body added him an elegance and constituted a unique temperament.
"Fernando, did you tell the Count of Peforth about those words?" The door of the room creaked open and a "stylishly" young man walked in, wearing a trendy black turtleneck with a neckline raised high to the top of his head, and his ears completely hidden by shadows.
He had slender cheeks, well-proportioned features, and two mustaches, and also had a knowledgeable temperament.
"Of course I said it! When did I mess up something?" The young man called Fernando turned his head and said in a low voice that was almost roaring, and then he waved his hand to stop the other party from approaching, "Roland, I told you, don't stand too close to me!"
Roland held back his smile, didn't dare to say anything more, and consciously stood a little farther away, because he was thin and tall, a head taller than the short Fernando.
"How did Count Peforth react?" Roland touched his mustache, and his expression began to become serious.
Fernando said angrily: "What kind of reaction can you have? It's just the first time we met, and he hasn't even figured out what the situation is! If he dares to promise anything like this, I will suspect that it is a trap!"
He was full of energy when he spoke, and his short body seemed to contain infinite power.
"Yes, we have to take our time, but we have to move tomorrow, don't be stared at by those 'black-clawed dogs'." Roland nodded slightly, "Blackpaw Dog" was their name for the night's watchmen who had mutilated many magicians, from the black gloves they wore.
Fernando had no problem with this, although he was grumpy and serious, and even the teacher dared to contradict him because of a mistake in some magical knowledge in the past, without any regard for the strict teacher-student relationship of the ancient magic empire, but he was hunted down by the Night's Watch for so long, and even his own teacher was killed by them in cooperation with the cardinal.
"It's best to hide in the crypt outside the city first." Fernando said calmly, and then, his gaze shifted to the table, where there was an unpretentious belt, and suddenly, he became angry again, "Roland, why did you let me wear this belt to see Count Peforth? It's interesting to be a woman?"
Roland lowered his head to avoid laughing and leaking, and after a while, he raised his head and said "seriously": "You are a young high-level magician, the hope of the Empire, and you have killed the cardinal. If he regrets it then, maybe a cardinal or an epic knight will chase after him, and now it's better to do this, he can't figure out who we are, as long as we show our strength and position, it will be more conducive to cooperation."
"Just use the change spell to change your appearance!" Fernando was not deceived a little, and his two bright red eyes seemed to contain a storm.
Roland subconsciously took a step back: "But even the gender has changed, isn't it even more difficult to be recognized? And, besides, you are grumpy and poisonous, and as a man it is easy to provoke the Earl of Peforth, and in the words of a beautiful lady, you are relatively more used for communication and negotiation."
"We have no shortage of female magicians." Fernando was a little receptive to this explanation and muttered.
Roland spread his hands: "But they are not high-level and easy to catch, besides, when I proposed it, you didn't object, and you didn't even ask for an explanation."
"Okay." Fernando's anger came and went quickly, and he didn't seem to be as angry about this matter as Roland imagined, "I'm just curious about how it feels as a woman......"
Roland seemed to be interested and asked curiously: "What does it feel like to become a lady? Have you been targeted by perverts?"
"How do you feel? It's strange, it's a pleasure to see other people crazy about mini, but this belt is not perfect, and the changed situation is false, and you can't truly experience the lady's body feelings......" Fernando thought as if he was conducting magic research, "I have to find a way to refine a perfect ......."
After saying that, he looked at Roland, only to see his friend stunned, and it took a long time for him to spit out a word:
"Perverted!"
"Huh?" Fernando snorted lowly, and the air pressure around him suddenly rose.
Roland laughed dryly: "Just kidding, by the way, Fernando, we have to rush to Puerto Padre the day after tomorrow, and a magician secretly came by boat from across the strait, he is an archmage!"
"Archmage?" Fernando was slightly surprised.
"Well, a fairly young archmage, this is a great addition to our strength!" Roland said excitedly, "If it weren't for Garros having dealt with him on the other side of the strait, we wouldn't have been able to contact him at all, and other magical organizations would definitely come to win him over."
The past magical empire has been shattered, and many magical organizations have emerged, including long-standing super-large organizations such as "Palmeira's Hut" and newly established small organizations, such as Fernando and their "Magicians' United Union".
Fernando nodded lightly and said, "An archmage who understands the Nine Rings Spell can indeed help us truly unite with other organizations."
Their organization was named "Magicians United Union", hoping to unite the major magic organizations to fight against the church, but they were not strong enough to convince other organizations.
Roland sighed deeply: "Yes, the legendary lords can hide in their own half plane, hide and close the entrance, and escape into the dark mountains, while we can only work hard to survive, an archmage is the most important weight."
"I can't say that, if it weren't for the legendary lords diverting the attention of the cardinal and the epic knight, we might have been exterminated long ago." Fernando rarely did not describe those legendary magicians as rats in the gutter.
Roland sighed again: "There are also the existence of important cities such as Aalto, it is said that most of the strength of the Cult of Truth is on conquering them, well, there are many Legendary Excellency gathered there, although not all, but most of them, it seems that the glory of the empire has not died with the fall of Antifleur, but has re-emerged cohesion because of it, hey, if it weren't for so many legendary Excellency disappearing in the past, the Cult of Truth would not have developed ......at all."
"It's already a fact, don't regret and regret, look at the present and the future!" Fernando interrupted Roland rudely, "What is the name of that archmage? How big is it?"
He subconsciously compared himself with himself.
Roland shook his head: "I don't know, it's not too young anyway, which one is not hundreds of years old to become an archmage?"
"I won't have it in the future!" Fernando said proudly.
Although he was born after the Holy Calendar, the Dawn War was still in a state of anxiety at that time, and most of the strait was still under the control of the two magical empires.
Roland held back his smile again: "By the way, his name is Derek Douglas, and he is in exile on our side because of the fall of Antifleur."
"Derek Douglas." Fernando repeated, remembering the name as an object of future comparison, "Why didn't he fly over directly?"
"It is said that he was injured and not conducive to flying, so there was no examination on the boat anyway." Roland didn't really care about the authenticity.
Boom!
A loud thunderclap.
Fernando looked out the window, turned to Roland and said, "It's time to rest, I have to move tomorrow, and then rush to Puerto Padre."
Roland had a clear expression and raised his eyebrows: "Understand, you want Ingrid to come over."
"Get out!" Fernando roared unceremoniously.
Roland laughed and shouted as he walked out: "Ingrid, Fernando let you go."
Fernando's face was full of anger, and a faint sense of helplessness and emotion emerged, he and Ingrid, the female magician, didn't have much deep feeling, but in this desperate, depressing, and dark environment, they urgently needed each other's physical comfort.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and a mirror with countless mysterious symbols directly appeared in front of his body.
A holy light that seemed to fall from the sky hit this mirror with a vast aura, completely shattering it, but the holy light bounced back, penetrating the rain curtain and darkness outside, drowning out several figures.
"Enemy attack!" Fernando shouted loudly, and with a finger of his hand, a figure jumping out of the shadows immediately became crystal clear, stiff in mid-air, and then fell to the ground, making a crisp sound and cracking into countless pieces like glass.
A woman's scream stopped abruptly, Fernando frowned, is it Ingrid?
He pulled out and entered the hallway, where he saw a figure wearing black gloves crossing over a corpse.
This corpse, he was so familiar with it, but at this time he was no longer angry at all!
"Damn it!" Fernando's eyes were like blood, crackling around him, and then silver-white lightning like a giant snake surrounded the night watchman, as if a forest of thunder and lightning had descended into the world.
Boom!
The lightning seduced the lightning outside, and the thick electric snake fell from the sky, directly breaking through the roof.
Fernando did not delay, he was accustomed to seeing death, and he restrained his anger and covered the evacuation of other magicians from the secret passage.
He then cast a spell to set Ingrid's body on fire as a funeral for her.
(End of this chapter)