Chapter XI

When people are old, they tend to look back on the past......

Compared with glory, the mistakes he has made will make the old man regret it in his heart.

Charles Sr. was a figure hated by the royal magicians of the Empire during the war between the Empire and the Holy See more than twenty years ago.

St. Charles George, one of the only three powerful White Magiers in the Holy See, is also one of the twelve bishops of the Holy See.

At the time of the war between the two countries, the royal magicians and royal knights of the empire who died at the hands of Charles are difficult to estimate.

In the eyes of the Salonian side, this was glorious, because Charles protected the Holy See, the kingdom of the White Magician, however, Charles did not think so.

After the Empire ceased war with the Holy See, Charles left Thelonia and traveled alone.

As he grew older, he inevitably remembered the sins he had committed, swore to the gods that he would never use magic again, and sealed the magic within himself.

This incident had been widely reported, and many Imperial Royal Magicians were secretly rejoicing, but the Grand Magician Weston was very sorry for this: as the war between the two countries unfolded, personally, he respected this powerful white magician.

Subsequently, the revered Holy White Magician gradually faded into obscurity.

In the course of his journey of more than ten years, Charles Sr. had never regretted his decision to seal the magic, but now, he regretted it......

Seeing the kind people in the town suffering from the ravages of the orcs, old Charles really wanted to use his white magic to save this group of innocent people, but unfortunately, this seal was sealed by the other two Holy White Magicians of the Holy See at that time, and it was not something that Old Charles could unlock alone.

Of course, the difference between a white mage and a black mage is that even if a white mage loses his magic power, he can still perform a kind of magic, a divine spell.

Casting magic does not consume magic power, because magic consumes the soul, in other words, the casting of magic is a magic that uses faith as a medium, exchanging the soul for divine power, if it is used too many times, or in exchange for too much divine power, the caster's soul cannot bear it, and it is very likely to lead to the decay of vitality, and the danger is far above some black magic.

But old Charles can't care so much, first, he wants to protect the innocent and kind residents of the town, and second, he must find those two children!

The few years that those two children have been around have been the happiest for old Charles, and he must find them!

However, after the elder Charles rescued many of the townspeople from the orcs, he still failed to find any trace of the two children.

Where will they be?

Suddenly, old Charles felt a powerful negative energy, leaning towards darkness, but not evil, and even more strangely, there was a strong anger hidden in this power......

It's the church direction...... Soth?!

Could it be the child?

Old Charles hurried towards the church.

"Oh my God!"

Charles Sr. saw the most shocking scene of his life......

I saw that the street outside the church was destroyed beyond recognition, the corpses of dozens of orcs were lying on the ground, and a ten-year-old child was standing indifferently.

"Soth?" said old Charles, who was surprised and delighted, and was about to step forward, when he suddenly stopped.

Is it really Soth?

That kind, sometimes cheerful, sometimes silent child?

Old Charles was sure that the kid who was sometimes a headache to him had dull blonde hair, not all black hair as he had seen it......

There is also the black aura emanating from his body, which contains the magic fluctuations of intense anger......

What the elder Charles cared about the most was a huge dark gray phantom looming behind the child, in which a pair of blood-red eyes stared at him.

Anger! Endless Anger!

It was the only thing old Charles could see in those eyes, not cruel, not evil, like a sleeping dragon when it was disturbed......

"It's me...... Kid?"

Seeing the boy standing with his head down, old Charles walked forward slowly, and suddenly, he paused.

"No, it's me, kid!"

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Am I dead?

Why do I still have thoughts?

Is it possible that in this world, people become souls when they die?

It felt like a long dream......

"Child, wake up. ”

This voice is so familiar, it seems to be ......

"Old Charles?"

Jiang Zhe opened his eyes suddenly, and said happily, "Are you okay? Old Charles?" As he spoke, he paused, and he felt that the old Charles in front of him seemed to be much older, his face was full of wrinkles, he sat up and looked around, and he found that he was not in a familiar church, but in a forest outside the town.

Stunned, Jiang Zhe muttered, "Isn't it a dream?"

"It's a pity......" Stroking Jiang Zhe's dark blonde hair, Old Charles said tiredly.

Lowering his head, Jiang Zhe suddenly remembered something, glanced around, and saw that there was no familiar figure, he asked eagerly, "Old Charles, where is Nina?"

"I'm sorry, child, I couldn't find her, probably ......," said the old priest.

"Yes......" Jiang Zhe lowered his head, feeling a little astringent in his heart.

"Well," said the old priest, with a slight sigh, "how do you feel, child?"

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Jiang Zhe said with a wry smile, "It's okay, it's like having a dream......" As he spoke, he paused and asked suspiciously, "Old Charles, I remember that I was surrounded by many orcs......

"Oh, you remember, uh...... Luckily, I arrived and saved you......" The old priest's eyes flickered a little as he said this.

"Old Charles, ...... Town"

"No," said the old priest with a sigh, shaking his head, "there is already occupied by orcs...... Don't worry, the Empire won't allow these orcs to stay here...... "Although he said 'don't worry', this is what old Charles is most worried about.

"Is there nothing left? maybe, Nina is hiding somewhere, she doesn't ......"

What answered Jiang Zhe was the old priest's silence for a long time.

"I'm going to Sassen!"

"Huh?" Suddenly raising his head and looking into the eyes of the little guy in front of him, the old priest opened his mouth and said in a serious voice, "Son, magic does not make people happy, hatred, and it does not serve as a motivation to gain power......

"I know, but if I could have great power, it wouldn't have happened!"

Powerful ......

The old priest shook his head wordlessly, sighed, and said, "Have you decided, my child?"

"Yes!" Jiang Zhe nodded seriously and said, "Old Charles, are you willing to go with me?"

The old priest was stunned, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I really want to do that, but I'm old, and I don't have the ability to accompany you...... Ahem!", he coughed violently.

"Old Charles, you ......" Jiang Zhe couldn't believe the bloodstains on the corner of Old Charles's mouth.

"As you can see, my child ......" wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the old priest's eyes were full of regret, "I am old, I can only go here......"

Listening to the deep meaning of Old Charles's words, Jiang Zhe was very sad in his heart, could it be that he would lose two relatives he trusted in one day?

"Child, please forgive me for not telling you the truth, I am indeed a white magician, but, because of some sins committed, I chose to seal the magic...... Reach out, child......"

"Huh?" Glancing at the old priest suspiciously, Jiang Zhe slowly stretched out his left hand.

"This is the only ...... I can help you" Holding Jiang Zhe's left hand with one hand and putting the other on Jiang Zhe's forehead, the old priest sighed and said, "Relax, my child, I won't harm your ......"

"Old Charles, you won't be thinking about ......"

"It's a shame that when I die, the magic dissipates with me...... It may help you later on. Relax, kid ......"

"......" Jiang Zhe opened his mouth and looked at Old Charles for a long time, and in the end, he chose to do what Old Charles said.

"Whew," he took a slight breath, the old priest's cloudy gaze suddenly became clear, and at the same time, Jiang Zhe only felt a pain in his head, and then lost consciousness.

After half an hour, the old priest slowly lowered his hands, looked at a six-pointed star pattern that appeared on the back of Jiang Zhe's left hand, and sighed and said, "Hatred cannot be used as a motivation to gain strength...... Forgive me, child, for deceiving you, you are not yet able to master that mighty force...... Forget about this misfortune and pursue the magic you desire......"

As he spoke, the old priest slowly stood up and looked at Jiang Zhe who had fallen to the ground, his appearance was aging rapidly, and then slowly dissipated in the breeze......

"Son, be a respected magician!"

At this time, to the south of the small town of Sète, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl was kneeling on the ground, crying silently in the direction of the town.

"Soth...... ......No!

Beside him, the knight covered his shoulders, covered in blood, saw the girl crying so sadly, he couldn't bear to persuade, "Nina, maybe things are not as ...... as you think"

"He doesn't usually go out, but today he went out to help me buy things...... If I wasn't...... Soth ...... "Obviously, the knight's persuasion, the girl did not listen to it.

Listening to the girl's crying, the knight disturbed his head, after all, in the knight's teachings, it was not written how to coax a sad child......

"Rustle!" came a faint sound of footsteps behind him.

The young knight turned his head alertly, drawing his sword from the ground, and then his tense nerves relaxed.

Coming was the royal chief magician, Weston.

I saw Weston walk up to the crying Nia, crouch down and whisper, "I'm sorry, Nina......"

At this time, Weston's face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were deep, and his silver hair had lost its previous luster, and it was obvious that he had consumed too much magic.

The crying gradually stopped, Nina reached out to wipe the tears on her face, and asked very seriously, "Respected Grand Magician, do you really want to take me as an apprentice?"

"Of course," Weston nodded subconsciously, suddenly understanding something, stroking Nina's head and said earnestly, "Nina, hatred cannot be used as a motivation or an end in ...... to gain power."

"If I knew magic, I could protect the ...... of Soth"

"No, child, this kind of unfortunate thing is something we can't predict......" Weston kind of understands why Charles doesn't agree with him, he really shouldn't bewitch a kind and innocent child, it will mislead her and affect her future perception of people and things.

"Child, forget this unfortunate thing, I will teach you magic, and I will make you a respected great magician!

"Holy magician?" Nina stared blankly at the old magician in front of her, she remembered that this was her brother's yearning.

"I'll definitely do my best!"

"Okay!" Satisfied with Nina's attitude, the old magician slowly stood up, looked in the direction of the small town of Seth, and said in a regretful tone, "Nina, as long as you learn magic with a simple purpose, it will be a happy thing...... The name Nina is not very suitable for the aristocratic circle of the Imperial City, hmm...... Changing your name may help you forget this unfortunate event......"

"Change your name?"

"Yes, you'll be called ...... from now on. Gianna Maragigi Hastings, I'll pass on all my magical knowledge to you!"

Gianna Marajiji Hastings ......"

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