The deepest part of the Demon King's Castle. On the lonely throne, a tall figure touched his forehead with his hand, his cold armor was shrouded in dense black air, and a scarlet gaze emerged from the gap in the armor on his head. The cloaked demon slowly walked in here and knelt on one knee to the figure on the throne. "Is everything done? Shulahat." The figure on the throne slowly spoke. "The big demons are all very selfish, but they have also tried their best not to put pressure on the human side. The awakening time will be delayed long enough." The kneeling figure is the deputy of the Demon King, the omniscient Shulahat, a big demon who sees all possibilities, and his status is even higher than the Seven Collapse Sages. There is only one person who makes him kneel down and salute. The enemy of the world, the Demon King! "Just prolong the time?"
"Please rest assured, the momentary emotional fluctuations will fade with the passage of time, and ruthlessness is the normal state of God." The figure on the throne was silent for a moment and asked, "If I come to challenge, do you think I have a chance of winning?" "Humans cannot fight against God, and the same is true for the demons." Shurahat slowly lowered his head, "But I swear in the name of the omniscient Shurahat that I will definitely fulfill your long-cherished wish." ... The news that the demons were defeated and asked for peace spread from Erde to the central countries. The brave team and the military defeated the demons together, forcing the remnants of the demons to exchange a way out for their lives on the condition that they would not leave the Erde area. The era of peace officially began. The only regret is that the brave team unfortunately died in this battle. In order to commemorate their heroic deeds, many places began to build bronze statues and hold celebrations. All the soldiers who participated in the last battle came to the royal city to receive the king's reward after the battle. All parts of the central countries began to celebrate and cheer for the arrival of peace. … On the outskirts of Barum, in a weedy wasteland, two figures stood side by side. “Do you believe this news?” “Who knows, maybe the sacrificed brave team is so strong that even the Seven Collapse Sages, the Omniscient Sages and the Corrupted Sages are no match for them, and they can even defeat the Demon King.” Flillian’s eyes were all on the magic book, and she answered casually without raising her head. “I didn’t know you had a talent for telling cold jokes.” “The magic of the Seven Collapse Sages is comparable to miracles. Unless it is ridiculously strong, it cannot be dealt with without finding the weaknesses targeted.” Luke stretched out his hand to the ground under his feet, and the earth turned into an ocean in an instant, and then turned into a sea of fire. The strong wind swept the raging fire, forming a huge fire tornado, as if to connect the sky and the earth, and the scorching breath came to his face. But the next moment everything returned to its original state, and only the residual heat proved that this was not a dream.
"You are quite skilled in material transformation, and your magic power is close to one-third of mine." Flillian put away the book and read it for a while, "There is no need to practice with you anymore, you have surpassed me in practical magic alone." There are some geniuses in the world that even geniuses cannot reach. For example, her teacher Flame, who is less than 30 years old, is much stronger than her who is hundreds of years old. In a human lifespan of only a hundred years, she has developed many magics and various principle conjectures that no one has cracked thousands of years later. In less than ten years, she surpassed herself. Although Lu Ke is not as good as Flame, he is not much behind. "Theoretical knowledge is not enough. If I can analyze the structure and characteristics of all materials in the world, I can change everything, if the magic power is enough." Luke looked at his palm and explained the facts in a calm tone. "It is too difficult to analyze matter with human power. Such a grand goal is too long even for the lifespan of elves." Flillian pointed out the difficulty directly. "I heard that there is a demon called Water Mirror in an ancient ruin that can make a replica of the original. If you can learn this magic, you should be able to greatly shorten the time." Thinking of the first-level magician exam in the original book, Luke came up with a seemingly feasible method. "Are you going to set out to find the Water Mirror Demon?" "No, there is plenty of time, so it doesn't matter." Luke touched the mirror lotus ring in his hand, "Go back." Flillian was obviously a little surprised, "It's only been two hours since you came out. Have you been more and more family-oriented recently?" "Trela will be jealous if you leave for too long." Luke smiled faintly, "And today is the day when the seal ends. There should be an idiot who will rush back without stopping." Luke looked in the direction of the mansion, showing a little melancholy, "Although it's too late no matter how fast it is." ... Amir likes to keep some of Luke's words on his lips. Because some words are very philosophical, making him feel as if he has learned something, and some words sound very philosophical, which can fool people and pretend to be pretentious. There are some words that I didn't understand before, but now I think they are very appropriate. For example, the closer you are to home, the more you feel timid. After returning home with the medal of honor, Amir felt that he couldn't move his feet. He wanted to go back to the mansion immediately, but when he really stepped into the territory of Barum, he didn't dare to go home directly. After a long time of hesitation, Amir didn't return to the familiar mansion, but walked around the city. He saw some familiar shops, but more scenes that had been transformed. He even saw Luke's statue in the center of the city. This was built by the city lord for Luke when he won the title of "Father of Modern Magic". Over the years, it has become a city attraction, and magicians come to see it from time to time. "You are doing really well." Amir muttered sourly, and unconsciously felt a little proud. His brother is always so powerful. The sky was getting darker, and he felt that he would have to rest in the hotel if he didn't go back. Amir hesitated for a while, but still walked to the front of the mansion and knocked on the door with a little excitement.
It was not the previous butler who came out to greet him, but a young face. The new butler was stunned when he saw his appearance and attire, and then reacted. "You are Master Amir, welcome home." The new butler politely invited him in, "I am Charles, the new butler of the mansion after you left home." Amir looked around, the interior and exterior of the mansion were exactly the same, and there were not many signs of change. "Where is Uncle Arnold?" "That was my father, who died of illness three years ago." Amir was silent for a moment, "Everything was fine during the time I was away from home." Charles showed a hesitant look, which made Amir suddenly feel bad. "Just tell me if you have anything to say." "Your mother passed away three months ago." Amir's body shook, and after a few seconds of silence, he strode to Ms. Luo Yin's original room and opened the door tremblingly. After seeing the empty room, Amir's face turned pale, and his brain felt blank. He suddenly fell to the ground and cried tremblingly. It was only a few years since he left. "Seven years, you still look so useless." An indifferent voice sounded behind him, followed by a powerful kick that knocked Amir down. Amir stopped crying temporarily, wiped his face and got up from the ground. He saw a face that was no different from his memory, and then cried even harder. "Luke, Luke!" He cried while hugging Luke's thighs, his tears, snot and saliva all smeared on his trouser legs, and the elf who was a little bit obsessed with cleanliness wanted to kick the man in front of him again. But Luke finally endured it. After all, he was a frog son who had been away from home for many years, and he had just learned that his relatives had passed away. It would not be good to beat him up as soon as he got home. When Amir was tired of crying, Luke asked Charles to take him to wash up simply, and then went back to the room to tell Trela that he would not be back tonight. Trela did not ask more questions. She and Amir were not familiar with each other, but she understood the friendship between brothers. The two sat together at the small table on the roof of the mansion, put a large bottle of wine on the table, and started chatting while looking at the bright moon. After crying, Amir's mood stabilized a little, but the sadness on his face could not be concealed. He drank the wine in a depressed mood, and only started talking when the alcohol almost paralyzed his brain. "In fact, I regretted joining the army right after I joined. I thought I could just fight the demons, but I didn't expect the management there to be so strict." "But if I come back in disgrace, I will lose all the face of the Campbell family, so I can only grit my teeth and persevere. When I miss you, I will learn to look at the moon like you did when you were a child, thinking that you should also look at the moon somewhere else." "Writing letters is very troublesome. There is a shortage of supplies on the front line, and there are many demons. If I were not a noble and had some privileges, I would not be able to bring back verbal messages, let alone write letters." "I have become much stronger over the years and can fight a few moves with the demon generals. I thought I was pretty awesome, but guess what, I suddenly heard that you have become the father of modern magic." "I feel like I have nothing when I come back. My mother is gone, Teacher Lanis is gone, Uncle Arnold is gone, and I don't even recognize a few of the servants at home."
Amir smiled bitterly and drank another glass of wine, looking at Luke, "Everything has changed, only you and the demons from The same as before, no change at all. " Luke answered slowly, "It's just that the appearance hasn't changed." "Yes, you're married." Amir curled his lips, as if he thought it was not right for his brother to run away secretly, "Do you know that if the eldest son of the nobles doesn't have a family, the second son is not allowed to have a family." Luke lay on the roof, "Let's not talk about the fact that I'm not a descendant of the Campbell family, you don't think you are a brother, do you?" "I'm six years older than you!" "Amir, when a person can only use age to make a point, it means that he is not as good as the other person in any way." Amir rolled his eyes, a little melancholy, "I'm really not as good as you in any way. If you were a descendant of the Campbell family, you would do better than me." Luke shook his head, "Don't always think about if, people should look forward. Amir, as the backbone of the Campbell family, you should be more mature." "I behaved maturely in the army, and this was in front of you." Amir muttered. "I understand. No matter how old you are, you still feel like a child in front of your father." "...If you are still so rude, I will beat you up." Luke propped himself up and raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you thinking about the 3,663rd competition?" Amir was stunned when he heard this number. His eyes seemed to have crossed time and he saw the two young men fighting on the lawn again. They looked at each other from a distance and observed each other's movements. Not far away, the dignified and elegant woman and the beautiful elf mentor looked at the two of them and talked with a smile. The past scenes emerged in his mind. He drank the wine in the bottle, his expression seemed to be crying and laughing, and he slowly fell drunk on the table, muttering softly. "I can't go back, I can't go back."