Gently pinching a pinch of phosphorus powder in his hand, the young man spit out a few syllables, and with a gesture of waving his hand, a fireball accurately hit the target not far ahead.

"Aine Lannister." Behind the young man, the deep voice of an old man came.

"Teacher." The young man, that is, Ain, bowed respectfully. From the outline of the young man's face, the shadow of the young man could be vaguely seen. Indeed, the body that contained the domination of the soul of the Mo Umbrella Dance had grown up. More than five years have passed since that night.

"Today is the day my agreement with your father expires, and if you can't afford enough tuition or amazing talent, I think it's time for me to leave." The old man's eyes didn't seem to focus, but they were very bright.

"Teacher Grean......" Ian understood that this day would come sooner or later, his father had been an ordinary adventurer before receiving the title of baron and fief. Later, he was recruited to participate in the June War, and in the June War, he killed a key corpse witch in Drew's army of the undead, almost turning the tide of the war, and also defending the territory outside the fortress northwest of Rysel, thus obtaining the title of baron and a barony outside the fortress northwest of Rysel. And this spellcaster named Grean is a high-level mage who came into contact with the seventh layer of the magic net that Ain's father inadvertently saved when he was an adventurer.

In the same year that Aine came into this world, the Battle of the Flowers rewrote the fate of his family, the body of the body. The army from Drew descended from heaven and advanced directly under the fortress northwest of Rysel, destroying almost all living objects along the way without any emotion, and while Ain's father swore to resist Drew's army of the dead, Iron's mother and a few servants protected Ain, who was only ten years old at the time, and fled to Rysel's territory - in the Far Winter City within the Northwest Fortress, there was a small estate purchased by the family before moving to the Barony, which was also the last retreat of the whole family.

Almost unsurprisingly, news of the death of Al Ain's father soon reached the ears of Al Ain and his mother, who died in grief, leaving behind a token to contact Green, who had made a vow after being rescued by Iron's father: to repay the Lannisters for five years.

That is, this year Al Ain is fifteen years old.

According to the current practice on the mainland, it only takes sixteen years old for Aine to inherit the baronial title left by his father, but unfortunately, the barony, the council of nobles of Riesel, who is in charge of the national fiefdom, has made it clear that it will not be reissued. The only compensation was to allow the Lannisters to own five hereditary estates.

Even if Aine scolded these noble lords a hundred times in his heart, there was no way to change this fact, just like Grean, who gave him magical enlightenment and introductory knowledge, had to leave.

"As agreed, I have served the Lannisters for five years, and I have also served as your guide for Ain." Grean sighed and said, "But it's time for me to go...... It's not that I hate anything, it's just that you don't really have some of the experimental environments I want in your home to study arcane. You may be a little confused now, but in the future, as you go further and further on the arcane path, you will understand it all.

"I'll leave tomorrow, Ain, if you still need my help, let's bring it up today, although I'm still a long way from the legend, but there are some things that make you helpless, I can still do it."

"Teacher, I heard that there is a kind of prophecy school of arcane in the relatively high-level arcane, which can be located and can also be predicted to a certain extent...... "Aine is actually worried about a young girl in the adjacent barony before the Flower War. Although it was a relationship that belonged to this world, he took it very seriously, perhaps because of guilt - even if he wasn't sure if the relationship between a nine-year-old or ten-year-old could be called love.

But his words were interrupted by Grean.

"Ain, when I was talking about the school of magic, I once said that the arcane of the world belongs to the eight major schools, and often when a spellcaster studies the arcane, he will choose two specializations, and at the same time, he will also give up the two schools as the forbidden school." Grean said helplessly, "And I, I have banned the school of prophecy and the school of necromancy."

The Prohibition School...... Aine shook his head helplessly, it seems that the relationship that belongs to the original body will have to be put aside for a long time, maybe he will not be able to pick it up again until he can find a strong enough prophet.

"There is also the debt of the Lannister family, maybe you, the young master, don't feel anything, but in the past few years of magic learning, the output of the only two manors is completely insufficient to cope with the consumption of magic learning...... I have already borne some of the additional expenses that I have already covered, and the other part is to borrow from the Church of the God of Change, and I think this borrowing will be your main burden in the coming year. ”

Ain nodded silently, the casting materials cost money, the targets that successfully cast the spell cost money, and the cleanup of the failed spell casting still costs money. Right now, the Lannisters simply can't afford a decent arcane lab, let alone a venue that can provide arcane practice. The place where Ain is now temporarily practicing arcane arts is actually an abandoned meadow with a target.

So be it...... Aine silently said in his heart that it was true that without Grean's help, he might not have been able to live until now. You must know that as a teenager, there is no way to survive in the circle of the aristocracy. Either he sold the manor and became a nominal nobleman with no real estate at all, or he took refuge under the command of a big nobleman and gave up a piece of his estate or part of his income as a tribute. In short, no matter which one you choose, your family will exist in name only.

Seeing that Aine was silent, Grean said no more. He dropped a space bag and turned to leave.

"There are a few spells in the space bag, as well as a few low-level spell items, which can be regarded as a gift from the apprentice in the name of the teacher when you call me a teacher in the past few years. But remember, after today, I, Green, will no longer be your teacher. Anyway, these tricks and the one-ring arcane are not secrets, and you can be justified in learning to become a mage, and I would like to say that there are pros and cons to being a freelance mage and joining an organization, and I hope you can stay true to your nature instead of chasing fame and fortune. ”

As Grean turned to leave, Ain cleaned up the spell materials scattered around him, and put some of the spell materials that were still usable and put them back in the pocket of the middle layer of his robe.

In fact, the secondary fireball technique just now was the last arcane that Ain had prepared in the early hours of the morning today.

Already back to preparing spells every day

After tidying up the abandoned grassland that had been bombarded by various low-level spells, Ain returned to his room, put aside the space bag that Grian had just given, and did not rush to check it, but entered meditation first. Unlike ordinary mages, the average mage usually chooses to prepare the spells they may need for the day with the help of a spell book when they wake up in the morning, and does not choose to meditate again during the day - unless the mage does not memorize all of his spell slots in the morning.

As Ain was immersed in meditation, the door in his spiritual sea suddenly opened.

An Ain, who had appeared virtually in the sea of spirits, slowly walked through the door.

Inside the door, ten pools are arranged in a regular row, each with a different amount of water and a different color. At the back of the pool is a row of bookshelves with only a few sparse books.

"In a situation where I can barely connect to the first layer of the magic net, I can only open this door when I meditate." Aine shook his head, the door had come with him into the world, and it wasn't until he discovered its existence through Grian's guidance to connect the web. Until now, Aine didn't know what was hidden inside this door. He had already read the books on the bookshelf, and they were completely some brief introductions to this world, but through these introductions, Aine was surprised to learn that this world was surprisingly consistent with the historical process of the game world he knew. And from the information learned from the outside and the direction of various major events in the past five years, it seems that the future direction is also moving forward with the progress of the game world.

And the game world where Ain was before has been advancing for thirty years since the year of Xia Hua, even if five years have passed, then Ain can still know the changes in the next twenty years or so. Although the course of history in the game has been intervened by the player community, these interventions are hardly enough to stop the wheel of history.

"In the eyes of the system, we who don't have legends are still too weak." The virtual Aine couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly. But he understands that there is no systematic constraint in this world, and if he can really change some important historical events, there will be no systematic correction to the right track. If you really had an impact on the key people in an event, then there is a good chance that history will change because of this. ”

After taking a turn and discovering that the door in the sea of spirits had not changed in any real way, Aine chose to end his meditation and return his consciousness to the physical world.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing Ain saw was a calendar.

There are three days left, and it will be the year of winter...... Ain was silent, if you count the beginning and the end, the year of winter is the sixth year that Ain has been here, and the first year to dominate himself.

The Year of Winter...... Ain recalled, because of this part of history, Aine also had no memories for more than 20 years, it was really a little vague, but he clearly remembered that a month after the Midwinter Festival, a once-in-a-century blizzard swept through the north of Reesel, and the undead army of the Drewd Empire, which was fearless and fearless to the cold, took the opportunity to attack Reesel's northwest border fortress group, and successfully destroyed several fortresses, pulling a terrifying hole in the northwest defense line. Although the priests and paladins of the Bahamut Temple, who had subsequently arrived by teleporting magic, resisted the undead's continued advance, the northwestern frontier of Rysel, having lost its entire barrier, was on the verge of complete fall.