After all, it was a shame, but the junior brother Morgan could only stop persuading and focus on seeing off his junior brother.

"Senior brother, I don't know how long it will take you to come back when you go out this time. But don't worry, the old man is with me at Cameriad, so you can just rest assured outside. Throwing a large bag of luggage prepared in advance to Qi Wuce, Morgan rubbed her reddish eyes, she knew that this time her junior brother would probably stay outside for a long time.

"Hawkers, it's not life and death, senior sister, don't make the atmosphere too sad, then I can't bear to leave!"

It's just a joke to adjust the atmosphere, and Morgan naturally doesn't take it seriously. But because of this, the sadness of saying goodbye to her junior brother has been diluted a lot.

"Master, he's an old man, if anything happens...... Senior sister, you must contact me as soon as possible. ”

Although he is the best mage in Britain, there is a limit to the lifespan of human beings. At Malken's age, even if he looks energetic on the outside, it is impossible to hide the fatigue he occasionally shows from Qi Wuce and Morgan, who are the people around him.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm of human beings, and Malken is very open to this.

As a top magician, it is not difficult for Malken to prolong his life. But even if the flesh gains youth without limits, the human soul will eventually rot in the years.

It is precisely for this reason that no matter how Qi Wuce and Morgan persuade him, Malcan himself did not give an accurate answer to the matter of life extension after all.

This is also one of the main reasons why Qi Wuce has begun to study the knowledge of the soul in recent years, if the problem of the soul decaying quickly after the death of the original body can be solved, then it will not be difficult to persuade Malken to prolong his life. At least that's what Qi and Morgan think.

"I made some kimchi and put it in the kitchen, plus the food that was preserved by magic before, I think it should be enough for you and the teacher to rotate the dishes every week for a year or two, well, the food saved by magic won't spoil anyway."

Morgan didn't care about food, after all, she had learned a lot of skills from Qi Wuce in the past ten years. She cared about something else entirely.

"Senior brother, you've been doing magic one bite at a time since just now, are you planning to make contact with those guys from the Magic Association?"

"I have this plan, considering their habits, I have been trying to change my words for a while now, and I can have a good impression when the time comes." Qi Wuce had always heard that the Magic Association was full of weird guys, so he didn't want something unpleasant to happen because of a small disagreement between magic and magic.

"You're going to empty the Magic Society's library this time, aren't you?" Morgan expressed Qi Wuce's thoughts, and it took Qi Wuce only three years to write down all the contents of the Carmelard library, which brought her a lot of surprise.

"Haha, sure enough, my senior sister knows me best!"

At that time, because he was in the development period, most of Qi Wuce's time when he was studying was wasted simply using memory to memorize the content of a book.

If he were now, with a strange magic trick, it would be enough for him to browse through a library of Cameliard's size again.

Do you understand quantum speed reading? It's the magic of being able to memorize everything by flipping through a book (laughs).

"Then senior sister, I'll leave!" With his luggage on his back, he walked to the door of the monastery.

"Pay more attention to safety, but don't you say goodbye to the teacher, junior brother?" Morgan frowned and looked at his junior brother.

"Well, if the teacher wanted to come out, he should have come out a long time ago." Pushing open the door, Qi Wu drove away.

"What......"

After closing the door, Morgan found Malcoln sitting leisurely in a living room chair.

……

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Look, that's Merlin!"

"Have you finally chosen a successor to the throne today?"

The crowd ranged from lords who rode tall horses and followed by a few people, to wandering knights who had gathered here for the purpose of choosing a king.

In short, it was Merlin's stormy election of the king of Britain, which caused all the knights of the whole country to flock to this ordinary town.

The white-haired magician smiled like a spring day in front of people, and seemed to be very satisfied with the big scene he had made.

"Quiet, everyone!"

Crowds are hard to manage, and Merlin clearly understands this, so with a snap of his fingers, all the knights gathered here can clearly hear what he says.

"The filthy white dragon is now wreaking havoc on the territory of Britain, and according to the legacy of the previous king, a man of talent will be chosen from among you fine knights from all over the country to take on the task of reviving Britain."

"Whoever can draw this sword is the King of Britain."

The most important words had been spoken, and Merlin stopped. He knew that whatever he said now would be a deaf ear to those who only saw the throne in their eyes.

"I'll do it first!"

The middle-aged man in luxurious armor walked in front of the sword in the middle of the stone.

"That's Duke Eustace of Combenat!"

Soon someone in the crowd revealed the knight's origins.

"As long as you can draw this sword, you will be the king of Britain?" Eustace looked at Merlin, who was looking for confirmation.

Merlin didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded.

"Well, I'll take the throne of Britain."

It was a heroic speech that seemed to treat the throne as a bag, but it was nothing more than arrogant nonsense to everyone.

However, there were still many people present who were worried that the sword would be drawn.

The old god Merlin was looking at Eustace, who was eager to try, but he was thinking about what kind of expression the other party would have after he failed to draw his sword.

He knew from the beginning that there was no way that anyone would be able to pull out the sword in the stone here, after all, all this had been arranged by him and Yuser a long time ago.

"How is that possible! How could I not pull out this broken sword! ”

'Ahh Merlin, who had nothing to do with himself, stared coldly at the ugly appearance of the defeated Eustace.

Eustace, whose hopes were shattered, looked a little unsightly, and he even wanted to question Merlin in front of everyone. But when he met the inhuman pupils of cyan purple, a chill suddenly rose behind him.

"What's the problem? Lord Eustace. ”

Merlin asked with a smile, but Eustace had no courage to question.