"You're here five hundred years ago?" the girl, who had been leaning against the black panther without saying a word, suddenly asked, "So you know about the black magician?"

Lovian didn't intend to say that he was the commander of the legion, he just nodded, "I was a soldier at that time. ”

"I can see that. The girl said, "My name is Bell—you have a very strong military temperament." ”

Lovian touched his nose and felt an inexplicable absurdity. Bell continued: "The Black Mage is sealed, and the Black Wings are the largest of several organizations in the world that want to resurrect the Black Mage, and their power is all over the world, and their base camp is under the mines of Lebain in the province of Edelstan. We've been a group of people who have been fighting against Black Wings for more than thirty years, and we're proud of that. ”

Luo Wei'an nodded, it has been established for thirty years, and it should be impossible to have anything to do with his own era. He didn't know anything about it now, and he had too many questions: "Edelstan, isn't it the original settlement of the demons, and where are the demons now?"

Gigmont replied, "The demons had a glorious time, but with the fall of their master, the Black Mage, they were hunted down and almost wiped out. Now the remnants of the demons live in seclusion in the mountains of the Minar Forest. ”

Luo Wei'an silently closed his eyes, the demon race was not extinct, and he didn't feel too desperate. Maybe the Blood Moon Clan will continue to thrive in that land that is not suitable for the Demon Race......

"What about the Dark Mage's Legions?" added Lovien as soon as he opened his mouth as something didn't quite right. "And those heroes, what happened in the end?"

Gigmont waved his hand helplessly: "The rumors are true, the black mage was not all killed as recorded in the history books. Most of them ran away. The heroes did not all die in the final battle, only the dragon god Fried and the emperor of the demons died together, and the mountain that Edelstein once had was flattened in that battle and became what it is now. That's the general truth. ”

Luo Wei'an silently understood this qiē, the enemy he hated most before the dark mage was dead, and he suddenly felt a little lost. "The Black Mage is coming back to life, I didn't expect me to have the opportunity to kill him with my own hands......" his voice was more like muttering to himself.

Jay's eyes lit up, "It seems that you are very young though. But he must have been a good warrior, right? Otherwise, how could you dare to say that you killed that powerful and indescribable person with your own hands? Although we rebels are more generous, you need to show your value in order to live here. You hate the Dark Mage. Then you must not have a liking for resurrecting their Black Wings. You are always welcome to join us. ”

Lovian nodded, his mind in turmoil. "I'm still a little bit of a martial artist, and if I can help you, I'll leave no stone unturned. ”

Sivian, in the southernmost part of Edelstein, is the capital of this large northern province. The Earl of Windington, who nominally led Edelstein, lived on the outskirts of Gear City.

The Wintington family is indeed an ancient family. Its history can even be traced back to the First Guardian War of the Dark Mage. The distant ancestor of the Wintington family is said to have been a division commander of the human cavalry of the time, directly under the command of the revered hero dragon god Fried. On the large fireplace in the main hall of Earl Wintington is a large, full-scale painting of the progenitor of the Earl of Wintington.

Although Edelstein does not have fertile land, it has important mineral resources that can affect the whole world. This crystal crystal called lutetium ore is the strongest known magic crystal, and the magicians' union located in the interior of the Osilian continent needs to consume a large amount of lutetium ore for various realizations every year, plus magicians are recognized as an extremely wealthy group, so Edelstein has accumulated a lot of wealth by virtue of the trade of lutetium ore.

But the fortune hardly passed through the Earl of Wintington's emaciated pale palm.

Because in the upper echelons of Edelstein. No one is unaware that Edelstein's lifeblood is actually controlled by the Rebel Rebellion underground, and almost all of the extra proceeds from lutetium ore go to the Rebel Rebellion. And they know it just as well. Without the protection of the rebels, the Black Wings would be able to swagger into their palatial mansion tomorrow, then loot it lightly, and finally wipe it clean with blood by the way.

So the Earl of Wintington, Governor Edelstan, in addition to knowing something about his own territory, almost all the writings he finished every day until late at night became the fuel for boiling water in the rebel organization. The Earl of Wintington knew this, but he had to act as if he was working diligently in front of the people.

Carissa, Countess of Wintington, pushed open the windows of the main hall after her morning routine of meditation. Edelstein had a faint smell of soot in the morning air, and she had become accustomed to it.

She rang the bell a few times, intending to ask Toller, the old butler, to arrange the dinner for today. The gentlemen, ladies and ladies who attended the meeting at that time included almost all of Edelstein's high-ranking nobles. This matter must not be sloppy, but what annoys her is that the housekeeper who has been following their family seriously and responsibly for forty years did not respond to her bell today!

The Countess is not just a simple noblewoman, she is also a decent magician registered with the Osirian Magic Guild.

Magicians are in a town without magicians, and their business cards always have keywords such as danger, mystery, and loneliness. In fact, it's more suitable for adding fuel to children's storytelling. In fact, even if a commoner suddenly becomes a registered magician one day, his status will instantly soar above the average nobleman and become a rising star in high society. In order to erase the imprint of their own commoners, the new magicians always desperately learn various aristocratic etiquette, customs, etc. They are mentally strong, and they can always master these complex things quite quickly, perfectly displaying the temperament of an aristocracy, even if it is a five-hundred-year-old family, it is impeccable.

This was the case with the Countess, who had lived in Edelstein for generations, but was judged to be a magical potential twenty years ago when she was a child. This caused an uproar in her town. Ten years later, she graduated from the Magic Guild with honors, and her elegance and beauty put anyone who ever knew her to shame.

So it was only natural that she chose Edelstein's trusted governor as her husband, and she had a happy family after marriage. Her strength makes every resident of Gear City where she lives deeply enjoy a sense of security.

The countess tilted her head, and a majestic spiritual fluctuation emanated, and suddenly everything around her for hundreds of meters was enveloped by her perception.

It was not surprising that one of them immediately spotted her detection, and that her eldest sons were all gifted with magic because of their excellent mothers. At this time, the child who is doing meditation homework will naturally be able to detect the mother's mental fluctuations. Soon she spotted the slow figure of the old butler.

But that's all it can be observed. In the small space where the old butler was, all her detection fluctuations were lost in the sea. Disappeared into the darkness next to the old butler. She was not surprised by the dark constitution, because almost all of Edelstan's bodies were dark attributes. But she had never seen such a pure dark physique, and the strength of that person's spirit was not weaker than hers. This immediately alerted her. Although her husband's martial arts skills are acceptable, he is still incomparable to her as a magician, and he is the first guardian of this family. Maybe the person who came had already used his spirit to control the old butler......

Thinking about it, the Countess quickly took out a few rings from the drawer beside her and put them on her hand. It is encrusted with quintessential lutetium crystals.

She had just walked out the door. I saw a red-haired boy in the back of the old butler's side. He was well-proportioned, looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and walked with his yellow crystal eyes fixed on his feet.

The Countess was shocked, could it be that this young man possessed such a pure dark physique and powerful spiritual power? This can no longer be regarded as a genius - it is simply not a human being!

Luo Wei'an saw that Countess Carissa, who had lost her aristocratic demeanor, was stunned, and his heart tightened, and he could naturally see that this was a mother who was sensitively aware of her strength, and she ran out in a hurry not to welcome guests......

Luo Wei'an sighed softly and bowed: "It's rude." Countess Carissa. ”

This time he was surprised by the old butler, he thought that the new instructor sent by the organization this time was just an ordinary person with good strength. It has nothing to do with the aristocracy. But just now, judging from his natural and graceful posture when he walked, his posture with a slight degree when he bowed, and his clear and mellow voice when he spoke, this was by no means an ordinary nobleman, but only a bearing that could only be cultivated by a great family with a long heritage! In terms of aristocratic etiquette, the old butler knew much more than Countess Carissa.

The old butler hurriedly took a step forward and whispered to the countess, "Madam, he is the new instructor sent by the organization to the young master—I'm so sorry that I didn't say hello to you in advance." ”

The Countess nodded, regaining her graceful and dignified bearing. Lovian struggled to contemplate the woman with what little human aesthetic he had left. The tall, coiled blonde bun looks messy, but it's actually artistic. The white aqua dress concealed but accentuated her plump and well-proportioned figure. Two pale gray eyes as bright as the North Star were set on a face as delicate as white jade—she was indeed a rare Terran beauty by human aesthetic standards. However, Luo Wei'an is limited to this, most of his aesthetic mate selection psychology is still biased towards the combination of the light blue or gray-white skin of the demons and the magic patterns on his face, and he only observes them with an appreciative attitude towards humans at most.

Beautiful women tend to be very attentive to what others say, and Countess Carissa, who is very confident in her own beauty, certainly remembers the look in every boy or man she sees for the first time - different, but with obsession and fascination. However, the handsome young man in front of him was different from them, and his eyes for a moment were more like admiring a work of art, like smiling at a beautiful white jade statue.

"What shall I call you, sir?" thought the Countess as she did not forget her duties as a hostess.

Lovien bowed again, and replied politely, "My full name is Lovian Brady Muen—just call me Lovian, ma'am." ”

The organizational figures were not the kind of people that the empty Earl of their family could snub off, but fortunately there were always a few empty rooms in the Earl's Court. Under the swift tidying up of the old butler and several maids, it took less than three minutes. Lovian rested his coat on a hanger in a room that was austere and luxurious. It was the most modest room that Lovian had chosen, and looking at the hospitable countess with an apologetic expression, he felt deeply once again the luxury of humanity. In such a room where the corners of the walls are all gilded and splendid, even the Demon Emperor Siu can't live in such a room. A warm. The room with the stove is the happiest living environment for every demon in the ice and snow.

The Earl of Chris Windington returned to Beijing to report on his duties, and it would take a month to return, and the Earl's Court, where the main heart was not there, seemed empty. Luo Wei Yan finally sent the maids who were standing with his hands down, and looked at the eyes of those maids looking at the stars of their own graceful manners, Luo Wei was deeply helpless. As a young and unmarried blood moon honor, at that time, of course, he was very admired by the daughters of the various families in the banquet of the demon nobles. Worn cold by the war, Lovian sent them out in a way that was warm and elegant on the outside, and cold on the inside. These greenhouse flowers have completely failed to touch his heart. But he eventually found that the person he had chosen had already fallen for himself five hundred years earlier.

Lovian was numb. He had died in the final duel with the Black Mage, and now he is just an ignorant teenager who doesn't know how to live in human society.

Lovian touched his chest gently. The pendant with a family photo on it was lost in an unknown corner 500 years ago, and now it is most likely that it has been assimilated into a part of the rock.

As he thought about it, the old butler Toller opened them and said respectfully, "Mr. Lovian." The young master is already waiting for you. ”

Lovien nodded. Followed. Respecting teachers and valuing education is a long-standing tradition of mankind, and it is only natural that students wait for their teachers. This relationship is more than any hierarchy of blood.

In a courtyard overgrown with vines, Lovian saw the Rebels giving him a mission: to be the little one's teacher.

It wasn't his turn to take a mission as important (Lovien didn't know why), but Lovien was holding a broken chair leg, and his opponent was a battle-hardened rebel with a steel sword. During the battle, his fighting spirit shone brightly, and it was not gorgeous, but the rebel could not walk within three meters of Lovian's body anyway. Eventually, the rebel burned out. And Lovian was still holding the leg of his chair and smiling wistfully.

Looking at the unfathomable Luo Wei'an, Han Litai personally went into battle. He is a legendary melee mage, a pioneer in combining magic and martial arts. In the face of such an opponent, Lovian still held a hollow metal chair leg, regardless of the repulsive effect of metal on magic, holding an iron pipe, and black fireballs flew around. Han Litai was overwhelmed, and finally sat on the ground with his butt and admitted defeat in disappointment.

Although the essence qi has not been restored, Luo Wei'an's five crystal nuclei are still there, and his understanding of power and control of magic has not forgotten. His mental power was impaired, but he didn't have almost all of his essence as he was, and he still maintained his subtle control over the dark element, far beyond that of ordinary magicians. Lovian was hopeful that he would be able to reach his peak level in about ten years, and that the effect of the five crystal nuclei provided a much faster rate of elemental accumulation than a beginner.

Lovian returned to the scene before him, and the boy of fifteen or sixteen looked at the teacher with some curiosity, who did not look much older than them. The Countess stood behind Lovian, and the little one whose mother was in front of him was honest.

"You must do what Teacher Lovian said, and don't be lazy!" said the Countess at last to her son, and then said with apologies and a faint suspicion of him, "He will ask you from now on, for the previous teachers have not been able to teach him, and they do not know what is going on." ”

Lovian smiled in response, then watched the door close, and turned to look at the little guy.

Frannay Wintington doesn't look so dazzling. He had short black hair from his father, and his eyes were wide and bright. Wearing a very compact hunting suit, but it doesn't have the heroic spirit it should have, but there is a strange sense of mismatch like a magician wearing armor.

Lovian didn't speak, he didn't speak, and finally Lovian clapped his hands helplessly. "Let me teach you in the organization, won't it start by talking?"

"We want to learn real knowledge, not the rules and regulations of those old pedantic books!" Suddenly, Frannay said loudly in a high-pitched voice, "What are you capable of telling us!"

It's pretty straightforward, Lowe thought at ease, but it's not bad.

Luo Weian looked at the thin sword at his waist, and then asked, "Do you know how to swordsmanship?"

Frannay lifted his pale chin slightly, and Lovien was secretly wary. Sure enough, with a sound of "Huh!", this aristocratic son, who looked a little sickly, drew his thin sword very skillfully, and the blade stabbed from all directions like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

Luo Wei said "Good swordsmanship!", and wondered why this person had no teacher to teach, and he who was talking about martial arts in his head and could read quietly was also an outlier. Looking at Frannais's sword skills, it is really not easy to find a teacher who can bring him a great improvement.

However, for Luo Wei'an, who was the top powerhouse of the year, this was just a joy for a good seedling. With a slight wave of the white-gloved hand, a ring on the middle finger blocked every stab from Martha. Flanai was startled and sped up his hand, but no matter how much he accelerated, the tip of the sword was always blocked by the ring on Lovian's finger at the most critical moment. Looking at the new breezy teacher, he finally felt discouraged.

Frannay panted and withdrew his sword, it was quite good for a child of this age to be able to maintain such a fast sword technique for so long, not to mention that he could still find time to practice the magical talent inherited from his mother. Magic is used to assist defense, and martial arts are used to attack—that's the essence of the Dark Spirit. Although this kid has a good talent, it will take some time to see if he can really practice the dark essence. In an instant, Lovian had made their future direction, and he and his students had known each other for less than five minutes.

"Okay, okay!" Flannay angrily withdrew his sword and began to look for something in his pocket again.

"No, no, no, no, I'm glad I ......" Lovian sat on the ground with a relaxed and non-aristocratic temperament, and his heart moved, "-Francis is a genius puppeteer, isn't he, Flannet?"

Frannais's movements froze suddenly. (To be continued......)