Naxi packed up his things early in the morning, and in order to bring home a large amount of luggage, Naxi specially bought a dimensional bag of great value. However, this only cost him a very small amount of savings, and last night, Greon secretly stuffed him with a sum of money, saying that it was severance pay or something.

If you leave in the morning on a bright day, it will reduce a lot of sadness.

In front of the Qingteng Club, everyone was reluctant to say goodbye to Naxi, and there were some Naxi students among them. This is a group of young battle mages who have just been recruited, and if there are no accidents, they will be the first batch of war mage graduates outside of Valhalla, but unfortunately Naxi can't wait for them to graduate.

"Well, I don't have much to say, I hope we can meet again in the future. As the de facto owner of the Ivy League, Greon shook Naxi's hand and said goodbye. Although he didn't know exactly what kind of encounter Naxi would face when he returned this time, his intuition told him that there would be a chance to meet a war mage in the future.

"Naxi, I won't forget the magic team competition we once participated in, we have always been the best partners!" Rofes couldn't help crying. Although he had always coveted Naxi's staff, Naxi's sudden departure still made him unable to let go.

"Okay, how could the best partner accidentally hurt a teammate, I was yin by you last time, and I'm still scared of it. Naxi deliberately teased the crying young elementalist.

"I said it was an accident!!"

Claes leaned in and shook Naxi's hand goodbye: "I will never forget you as a friend, and I hope we can meet again next time." ”

"There's a chance!" Naxi smiled, "Be sure to look for me when you have time to play in the Cheka town." I'll take you to the best bar in town for a few drinks. ”

Broken Wind Mendel and the others also shook hands with the departing Naxi in turn, and many of the students already knew that Naxi was going back to Bohemia to join the war, and they had an indescribable heaviness. Although Naxi had not yet taught them anything, his kind teaching attitude was something they had never encountered before.

"You must listen carefully to Mr. Bazok, although he is not a battle mage, his knowledge of war mages is not much worse than mine. Naxi, who was instructing the students, only to find out that the fat man did not come, "By the way, where is the fat man." ”

Just as everyone was looking for Bazok, a fat figure ran out of the back room. Sweating profusely, Bazok was carrying a small leather suitcase, and no one knew what he meant.

"This is ......" Nashi didn't understand what Bazok was trying to do.

Bazok handed the small suitcase in his hand to Naxi: "This is some of my research on the theory of magic in the past few years. It's not perfect, though. But I've pretty much sorted out the general framework structure, and I'm sure you'll be able to use it in the future. ”

"This ...... It's such a complicated thing, even if I accept it, I can't understand it. Naxi hesitated, but he really wanted to continue to study with the fat man of the same age in front of him. But he now has to leave Yefaran.

"Nope. No. You can see it!" Bazok said, "I know very well what you are capable of, you are better than many people in learning. Although it seems that there is a certain gap with many people for the time being. But that's because you didn't learn magic properly before. If you can go down the path of magic, I believe you will not be much worse than others. You see, I'm still a demon poor physique, and now I'm also a mentor. ”

Unable to refuse the fat man's enthusiasm, Naxi had no choice but to accept the small suitcase specially prepared for him.

"Okay, when the time comes, let's open the way home for Naxi, the hero of the Qingteng Society. Hayek clapped his palms and said. Under the leadership of Bazok, several high-level magicians of the Qingteng Society have stepped forward, and they plan to pull out the dimensional portal.

The Nexus Array, run by four men, pulled out a glowing dimensional teleporter, and under Bazok's precise control, he connected the other end of the portal to Naxi's hometown of the Cheka. This technique was originally only possible for archmage-level magicians, but after the efforts of the three of them, Bazok actually did it.

Knowing that his hometown was on the other end of the door after two years' absence, Naxi lifted the small suitcase given to him by Bazok with his right hand, waved goodbye to everyone, and stepped into the endless void.

Walking through the blurred dimensional passage, Naxi was reluctant to look back at the people who had gradually disappeared, for fear of touching the scene and feeling sad. He couldn't help but feel a sigh of emotion when he thought back to the Cheka town of Yefaran about two years ago. Two years is not a long time, but it is not a short time either. Although there was a certain distance from his rhetoric that he was going to be a great magician at the time, Naxi still gained something.

In addition to the sturdy Bazok gang, he has become a powerful battle mage. And under Bazok's guidance, his magic cultivation has also improved a lot. Now he is an intermediate battle mage and an intermediate mage. To be able to achieve this result in two years, this has surpassed many top students of Valhalla.

But even if he had achieved such results, Naxi was full of confusion, he did not know what the war would turn out to become. But no matter what happens, he will never allow the flames of war to burn to his hometown of Cheka, let alone allow his father to be forcibly conscripted into the army.

In a trance, Naxi found himself at the end of the dimensional portal, and it was a familiar scene that slowly came into view—the narrow square with an oak sign was the most conspicuous symbol of the Cheka town.

Just a few seconds after Nashi returned to the Cheka, the portal behind him slowly turned into a flickering ghostly light and vanished. Ignoring the surprised gazes of the people around him, Naxi tidied up his clothes and embarked on the road home that he had stepped on countless times in his dreams.

In the quiet little yard, Mrs. Roy was worried about the yellow that filled the yard, and she didn't know if she was going to clean up the annoying fallen leaves. But what was even more annoying than that was the sound of ping-pong banging came from inside the house, and the husband was hiding inside and banging on some bullshit ancestral helmet.

Mrs. Roy sighed at the thought of this, for she had asked her husband more than once to find a blacksmith to order a brand new helmet. However, the stubborn husband yelled at himself every time: "Anyway, I'm going to the front line, do you get such a good helmet and be targeted by others to find death." Every time, Mrs. Roy couldn't talk about her husband's crookedness, and in the end she simply ignored it.

Ever since the damned officer with the call to call him came, the house had been completely scattered. I've never heard of any war, and the two of them quarrel over conscription. Mrs. Roy repeatedly persuaded her husband to discuss with his son, but he insisted that she should not tell him about it, otherwise both father and son might be recruited.

Just as Mrs. Roy was looking at the withered yellow ground, the steady steps of stepping on the broken leaves had returned to the most familiar home.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Mrs. Roy, who was pensive, was suddenly awakened, and she looked up at the familiar but somewhat strange person in front of her, and tears welled up at once.

"Oops, Naxi, you're back, how did you come back. Mrs. Roy hugged her son who rushed over, and her voice became a little shaky, "I said how did you come back, and you have to tell me before you come back, so that I can be prepared." ”

"I also decided yesterday, didn't have time to tell you?" Naxi said with a smile as she wiped tears from the corners of her mother's eyes.

"I only decided yesterday, why did I come back today? Mrs. Roy didn't quite believe her son.

"You forgot that your son is a magician, I came back through the portal, and I was still in Yefaran for the first ten minutes. By the way, where is Daddy?" Naxi heard the ping-pong bang, but he said a few more words to his mother.

Mrs. Roy pointed to the house and said, "Your dad has been working on that broken hat." ”

"Oh, well, I'll take a look. Nasi took her mother's hand and pushed open the hidden door.

Mr. Roy, who was fiddling with a certain worn helmet, looked up and saw his son returning, looking shocked, and then the familiar roar: "Why don't you study magic in Yefaran, what are you doing here!" (To be continued......)