Capital of the Atlantic Empire.

This is the most prosperous place in the Atlantan Empire, and every day countless civilians flock to the city, and then they are shocked by the rows of high-rise buildings and tourists in front of them, and then they feel the opulence and luxury of an imperial capital, and they feel deeply humbled by their own insignificance.

This was only the first step, and it was enough to get them back to the small town in the countryside, drinking ale in a tavern, trying to brag about what they had seen. The second step, if they work a little harder, maybe they can earn a temporary residency in the capital, of course, the place of residence is similar to the slums, but they can desperately endure it, because they have everything they insist on in front of them, at this time, they have called themselves the capital, although their right is not long, but they can do anything to extend the time.

Only a small percentage of people will be able to obtain a permanent residency, and they will probably pay a price that a generation will not pay, but if they succeed, it will be worth it, and from then on, they will be able to stand above others. But that's all, this is the end of them, and they can't go any further.

Those who can go on have even less to think about.

But there are some people who can achieve a higher position than them overnight without effort or hard work at all.

The position is so high that the vast majority of people in the capital look up to it. There was a cry of exclamation from the crowded streets, and the streets were full of panicked civilians, and there were most of the first, second, and third steps here, but now there was no difference between them, and they could do nothing but scream and run.

A knight on the street noticed the situation, came over to take a look, and immediately left, completely unconcerned about what was happening to these civilians who needed their protection.

"Hahahaha, I got it! I got it!"

"What's the big deal? I caught one too!"

"What? haha, look at what you caught, it's so ugly, you want it, I don't dare to ask for it!"

Several young men who were making trouble appeared on the empty street in an instant, and each of them had a woman lying on his horse, who had just been caught in a panic.

Their argument seemed to cause displeasure among the young men, who, with a snort, drew a knife, and in a flash of cold light, cut off the head of the maiden on his horse.

"What are you doing? I'm dirty!" a teenager shouted.

"Go back and accompany you! Go to East Street this time, do you dare?"

"Who's afraid of you!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

A group of teenagers, scolding, rode away as if it were all just a joke.

Phil stood in the street with Brad and Leonardo da Vinci, and no one noticed them the whole time. The previous scene was in full view of him, but he didn't say anything, but he still thought in his heart, if his family was still alive in this life, would his younger brother become like this?

As soon as the thought came to him, he immediately shook his head.

The street slowly returned to its bustle, except for a large clearing near the girl's body.

Phil walked over and crouched down. The girl's head was stained with some mud, but it can also be seen that she was so young and beautiful when she was alive, and the only drawback was that there was a red mole on her brow, and the girl might have been distressed by this, but she never thought that one day she would die because of this red mole.

It's just that Phil isn't sure whether the girl would be better alive or happy.

"Are you...... Wizard Phil Underwood?" An old voice rang out.

When Phil looked up, he saw an old man standing in front of him, with white hair and wrinkles on his face, tightly stacked on top of each other, dressed in a plain white robe, holding a white cane in his hand, and having no ornamentation on his body except for a few rings on his fingers.

"A first-level wizard, who used to be a second-level wizard, has greatly reduced his strength because of his lifespan, and his main defects are, and his mental power is unstable......" The cactus elf tirelessly told Phil all the information about the old man, and in an instant, Phil learned that he only needed to use a fantasy wizard to eliminate the first-level wizard in front of him, without any difficulty at all, but the elimination was not the end, this old man still had a witchcraft implicated in the soul, once he died, the witchcraft would send a message, this message could even cross the sea of clouds and return to the wizarding world on the other side, for a while, even the cactus elf couldn't think of an interception plan.

In addition, all he has on him are some small witch weapons, the main ones are some warm in winter and cool in summer, unloading, brightening, etc., which are completely useless in battle, and after the cactus ball elf analyzed what these little things can do in an instant, Phil immediately put down his vigilance.

The old man in front of him has long been addicted to fame and fortune in the world of ordinary people, and he doesn't have to care about it at all. Moreover, he was completely unaware of any hostility from the other party, otherwise he should have noticed when the other party appeared in the city.

"I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

"I'm Abt, from the Wizarding Academy of Mihu, and now the Overseer of the Atlantan Empire. The old man said.

"Wizard Abt, do you know me?" The Wizard Academy of Mishu is just an academy in the area of ordinary white wizards.

"Of course I remember, I usually have a good memory, you left with the Seventh Prince and them at that time, right?" the old man recalled, as if he had been here for a long time, "I didn't expect you to come back, they haven't heard anything yet." ”

"Oh, are they still princes?"

"That's right, Your Majesty got another life-prolonging potion a few years ago, and you can still hold on. The old man said.

As a wizard, but to the emperor of the Ordinary Empire called Your Majesty, has he completely forgotten his glory as a wizard?

"The life-prolonging potion is not simple, could it be that Wizard Abt specially returned to the wizarding world to get it back?"

"Haha, it's not me, I haven't been back for three hundred years, and that potion was sent back by someone else. My Majesty and I are already old friends, and I am really happy that he was able to live a little longer. ”

"I see. ”

I see, it's been three hundred years, no wonder I will be assimilated by the ordinary world, and completely forget how noble I am as a wizard.

"I finally saw the young man come back, and I was about to attend a banquet, would you like to come with me? ”

Phil thought for a moment and nodded. Then he followed him away, and the other party did not notice Brad and Leonardo da Vinci.

Shortly after they left, a woman sprang out of the crowd and wept, and it was a while before a team of knights appeared, taking care of the aftermath and everything.