The protagonist's life is peaceful, at least compared to other protagonists who are wizards by profession. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His little life was peaceful.

There are multiple reasons for all this, first of all, the country of Avaranga is a very powerful country.

In this society dominated by shamans, the law and state institutions have enough power to ensure the safety of the people and the necessary social welfare.

Secondly, Avaranga and Småland on the other side of the ocean check and balance each other, the interests of all parties are complicated, and under the combined effect of many conditions, even if both sides wish that the other side died early, they will not be able to fight, just like China and the United States.

Even if they win, their vitality will be greatly damaged, and their national strength will directly regress, and they may have to slow down for several decades.

Therefore, as long as he doesn't cause trouble everywhere, he will definitely be able to die right.

Without encountering the [professional criminal], they soon arrived in this nameless village.

This village has no name, at least not in the archives, it is only numbered, and there are many names for the villages, but the most widely recognized is [Tongshu Village], as a small transfer station on the traffic road, the village has not been affected too much, which is very rare.

At the entrance of the village, an old man used [Flame Technique] to create small sparks on his fingertips and lit the dry smoke in his hand.

The children ran carefree, wielding stone swords weighing twenty pounds, playing games of pretending to be knights.

A teenager with a hoe on his sleeves and trouser legs takes a leisurely walk on the water.

And the panting pure black earth dog, lazily lying on the ground, a mosquito flew in, it stuck out its tongue, and turned the mosquito into a small ice slag.

They all noticed the caravan, a few children came up, took out their change, bought candy, and a few adults came to inquire about the price of the goods, and finally bought some cooking utensils commonly used at home, the caravan set up a camp not far from the village, Albert opened the newspaper, looked at the latest current affairs, this is a local newspaper, the content of the broadcast is the events of a dozen nearby villages, several small towns, the first is good news:

The Soul Reaper was successfully captured and sentenced to death, killed on the spot.

It's a good thing, all dangers are gone.

Next to the caravan, there was another caravan, which was quite a coincidence.

The members of that caravan are also wonderful, they are [Bloodline] and [Werewolf].

Yes, werewolves and vampires cooperate with each other and get along very well, Albert was a little unbelievable when he first learned about it, the legendary enemies who do not share the sky are actually such a relationship, but this is the truth.

In the very beginning, vampires can be said to be shouted by everyone, because no one wants a monster that feeds on itself to wander around them, which is a natural thing, blood-sucking creatures and people, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to get along very well.

But this relationship can be improved using scientific methods, for example, to find a substitute for blood.

This subject began a long time ago and ended a long time ago, and people have found the key to the life they must depend on blood: special energy sources.

They suck blood, and they are actually devouring the energy of the [Energy Circulatory System] in the human body.

This unnatural creature first seems to have originated from a failed alchemical experiment, and the original experimenter succeeded and gained a long life, but it also paid a price: it had to constantly suck the body's energy to maintain its existence, and the direct exposure of sunlight would have fatally damaged it.

This is the key to this, in the end, in the experiments of generations, people have made substitutes, and achieved mass production, [Blood] no longer needs the blood of other lifeforms, only need to work to earn money, and then spend money to buy food and swallow blood bottles, pure natural and pollution-free, but people are not satisfied with such a result, they began to constantly try to correct the wrong evolution, so that [Bloodline] can stand in the sun, eat normal food, and there are a lot of rumors outside...

And they succeeded.

This should be true, but it should only be applied to individuals, and it should definitely come at a significant cost.

The relationship between the [Bloodline] and the [Werewolf] is actually very good, everyone used to be Småland, where it was difficult for these aliens to survive alone, they all hugged each other to warm up, and they were friends who had been friendly for generations.

When a [Bloodline] walks into the territory of a werewolf, he is greeted not by an enemy who vows to crush his bones, but by the warmest of foreign friends.

The werewolves would prepare the best room for him, talk to him, and ask him warmly what type of blood vial he preferred.

The enthusiastic werewolf girl would invite him to sing and dance, and if she was bold, she might even kiss the vampire on the face.

And vice versa, because of the difference in food between the two races, the [Bloodline] will also bring in a highly skilled chef to prepare a rich meal.

Well, see those people in black cloaks, those are vampires, an adult vampire can last ten minutes in the sun and then get fatally injured, those cloaks are enchanted, so they can take off their hoods and be fearless, those vampires and werewolves are happily chatting and bragging.

At this time, sitting in front of Albert was a blood elder, who talked to Albert very friendly:

"Hey, hello young man, you have a strong heart, and your blood is full of vitality, and it must taste like fresh grass. ”

This sentence sounds strange, like talking about the taste of food, but this is a common blessing phrase for the blood clan, they praise a person and generally say that the person's blood tastes good, which is not malicious, really not at all.

"You, too, old sir, must have a mellow taste in your blood. ”

"Oh, you're so good at talking. The Blood Clan elder smiled and waved his hand, "You remind me of a friend when I was young, when I was only over four hundred years old, I was not sensible at all, I walked around, I was arrested by the Holy See, and a wizard saved me, and you gave me the same feeling as that person." ”

"Old man, are you Guigeng?" "Two thousand four hundred years old. ”

"It's old. The old man smiled and pounded his waist, "I can only live another three or five hundred years at most." ”

Well, they live a long lifespan, much longer than humans.

At least in this land, sorcerers and warriors, as well as various other alien races, live in peace.

This is Avaranga.

Peaceful years.