Count Francis had two daughters and three sons before Phidelia was born, but they were already adults, and all but the eldest son, who succeeded to the throne, had left home. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The Count was already over sixty years old when Info gave birth to Phidelia, and when he saw his beloved concubine give birth to this porcelain doll-like baby, the Count's heart was completely intoxicated with Phidelia. Because he doted on this daughter too much, the Count devoted all his energy to her upbringing.

Phidelia grew up in such an environment, perhaps due to genetics, the young Phidelia showed a genius-like magical talent, mastering the most basic elemental magic at the age of four, which ordinary magicians may not be able to master until the age of twelve. As Phidelia grows, her magical talents become more and more prominent, and if this momentum continues, there is no doubt that she will become the most powerful magician in the Empire, and Phidelia herself believes that her life should be dedicated to magic. This lasted until Fidelia's sixteenth birthday.

Fidelia's sixteenth birthday was undoubtedly a major event for the Francis family, and the Count had prepared all kinds of gifts for his beloved daughter early, and the birthday cake was made by the best chefs in the country, but the celebration ended before it even began. For Phidelia, who was only sixteen years old and had not yet been in the world, it was like a sudden fall from heaven to hell.

First of all, when the servant used magic to light the fireplace, there was no flame, blaming the servant's useless mother who planned to do it herself, but her magic failed to light the fireplace, and Fidelia, who realized that something serious seemed to have happened, immediately cast the most basic fire magic on the fireplace after her mother's failure, and still did not produce flames. It was only then that the people gathered in Francis's house realized that they were all now unable to use magic, and that the gods who gave them magic had abandoned them.

People who used to be proud of magic all abandoned the face they desperately wanted to maintain at this moment, some cried and cried, some did not want to believe the facts and desperately made magic movements, and some began to vent and smash the objects around them, among which the most wavering was undoubtedly Phidelia. Fidelia had always believed that she was born for magic, that magic was the meaning of her existence, and now that magic was gone, she didn't know what to do, she just was in a daze.

I don't know how long this chaotic scene lasted, until a huge explosion pulled the stunned Phidelia back to reality, it was the sound of the explosion of a jar of gunpowder thrown by a catapult, and if she hadn't seen the jar, Phidelia would have thought who was performing the blasting magic.

The rebels had already invaded the city named after the Francis family, so why were the rebels able to storm the city so soon after the magic had disappeared? Phidelia didn't think about it, she didn't want to think about it, she even thought it was God's punishment for herself.

"If I could master a little more magic, would God forgive us?" said Phidelia to herself.

"What a stupid thing!" the eldest brother, who could inherit the title of earl, took his hand and galloped with him, and he followed like a doll without expression.

"Now we have to run for our lives!You know?We have to survive, we can't let the rebels kill us!Even without magic, our Francis family will not perish!" the eldest brother shouted at the sluggish Phidelia.

"Already, it doesn't matter. ”

A crisp slap sounded, and Fidelia covered her cheek with her hand, looking at her eldest brother with tears in her eyes.

"Don't say anything that doesn't matter, remember for me! Your parents bought your life for you! Your parents let you flee in order to lure the rebels away, they have been—" The eldest brother could not finish his sentence, but Fidelia had already guessed what had happened to her parents, and her father, who loved her dearly, and her mother, who loved her deeply, had passed away?

Smack! another crisp slap in the face.

"You don't want to die! You are the hope of our Francis family! You must not have that kind of thought!" the eldest brother roared frantically.

"But the gods have abandoned us. ”

"That's the gods' own business! It has nothing to do with us, magic is something that the gods lend us, it's just that we take magic as the meaning of our existence, in fact, the gods don't care about it at all! Now all he does is take back what he lent us!"

"But isn't that God's punishment for us?"

"Shut up! There is no divine punishment at all! You remember Phidelia for me! We human beings are not born for the gods! We are born for ourselves! The meaning of man's life lies in himself! It lies in the human race itself! It is not some magic borrowed from the gods!"

"But,"

"Nothing, but! Show me clearly! It's humans like us who want to kill us! It's not a divine punishment! Run for me! Your parents died just to let you escape, do you want them to die meaninglessly?" Thinking of her parents' meticulous care for her, and looking at the rebels who were about to rush into her home, Fidelia bit her lip a few times, and finally abandoned the idea of wanting to die and began to cooperate with her brother to escape.

They ran out the back door of their homes and blended in with the fleeing refugees. However, there were so many refugees who wanted to escape from the city gate that Phidelia and her brother were scattered in this refugee wave, and Phidelia was completely alone.

After running out of Francis City in the midst of the refugees, Fidelia followed the refugees towards the central capital, confident that she would be able to meet her brother who had been separated from the crowd when she arrived.

The distance from Francis to Yangdu is not too far, if you can reach it in an instant by using magic, it will only take half a day to ride a horse, but at this moment Phidelia can neither use magic nor ride a horse, plus she has not done any physical exercise, she walks more and more slowly, and her pace is gradually unable to keep up with the rest of the refugees. Although the speed of the refugees' escape was not fast, as Fidelia walked slower and slower, the distance between the refugees and Fidelia became wider and wider, and finally the refugees began to disappear from Fidelia's vision one by one.

"I'm tired, rest before leaving. It wasn't until the last sight of the refugee disappeared that Phidelia stopped and leaned against a tree to gasp for air.

Fidelia walked all the way to Yangdu, I don't know if the rebels were planning to let them go or if they were counting the loot, there were no pursuers along the way, but Fidelia knew very well that only by arriving in Yangdu could she really be safe.

It's just that Fidelia thought about one thing wrong, and the absence of pursuers does not mean that there are no roadblockers.