The word fate is too dazzling, Li Laifu has always despised those who lament the impermanence of the world all day long, melancholy and deep are luxuries that only rich people can afford, and little people like him who come out of the poor mountains and bad waters, can only look at those upper-class people who play with cars and watches and sigh, where is there time to sigh about the impermanence of the world.

But even if he is a rough man with big nerves, there is still a faint melancholy in his heart at this moment, like a cup of helpless and bitter coffee, which is difficult to swallow.

If you ask Li Laifu what his fate is, he used to look at you with a stupid look, and then throw you a back in a chic manner, but he won't now, because some feelings are like a ball of clay blocking his chest, so that Li Laifu can't wait to pull someone casually and talk about it for three days and three nights.

Fate is a toss-up bastard, he throws you around at random, and then he suddenly wants to go to the toilet, so he walks away, and finally forgets you, and you, I don't know where I am thrown now, only sit on the ground dryly, clasp mud, waiting for the return of fate and redemption, to hell, I just want to live a quiet life.

Li Laifu restrained his scolding, put down a copy of "Introduction to the Three Dimensions of Magic" in his hand, stared at the sky outside the window with hatred, and the corner of his eyes swept over the servant standing aside, intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, at a certain moment, he admired himself very much, why couldn't he think of such an interesting metaphor in the world called the earth, could it be that people must go through something to understand the so-called truth.

But the price to pay is too great, even after seven years, he still can't admit this fact.

He crossed, inexplicably crossed. The withdrawal notice and the crying of the old village chief, the scenes are vivid, as if it happened yesterday, but everything is as far away as a passing cloud, the girl's smile, the parents' white sideburns, the laughter of fox friends and dog friends, all this is gone.

"A trance dream is like yesterday, and things are not people. ”

Li Laifu sighed, showing a hint of helplessness in his not handsome appearance, he looked at the two crossed golden swords on his robe, and was silent for a long time, but after a few breaths, his tone suddenly changed, like a broken gong and drum.

"Lao Tzu has become a seven-year-old little hairy child, the god of light is above, you must not have eaten enough, you will make such a ridiculous joke with me, how many years do you have to wait for me to enjoy the happiness of being a man, or do you act like this because you are jealous of my talent in some way, anyway, I don't find this thing interesting. ”

This kind of vulgar sorrow is basically Li Laifu howls several times a day, and at first, some servants in the Viscount's Mansion would shake their heads and sigh from time to time, but now they have long been accustomed to it. Anyway, it's a child with abnormal nerves, maybe it's still the demon heir cursed by the god of light, and it's better for them to stay away.

A few servants in charge of his daily life slipped away quietly, and Li Laifu saw it in his eyes without squeaking.

"A group of dogs look down on people, alas, how am I going to live in this life. ”

Scratching his dark hair, a hint of mockery flashed in the corner of Li Laifu's eyes, and then he chuckled lightly and said slowly: "I lived a miserable life in my last life, and I had to clamp my hips when I farted, hehe, fortunately, God treated me well and gave me a chance to be reborn, since this is the case, it is really"

Li Laifu's eyes gradually became sharper, and the strange child who lamented the impermanence of the world was like two people, the corners of his mouth grinned in an arc, and slowly spit out a few words.

"Great. ”

The bell rang suddenly, which in religion means that the god of light is about to rest, and everyone and everything should be absolutely quiet, in this theocratic continent, no one dares to challenge the authority of the church, even if it is a kingdom with countless strong people, the streets of the Tustin Kingdom have lost their hustle and bustle, and the sunset has finally set, casting a dark hue on the land.

A magic lamp was lit on the mansion of Viscount Golett, a gadget developed by the goblin clan and spread to the human side, and was quite popular with the nobles.

The fiery red light shone on two old faces, oh no, and the face of a handsome girl.

"Old man, the boy hasn't woken up yet, you know, today I am determined to see this legendary child, and I will not leave without seeing him. ”

The attitude of the Viscount of Memphis was very resolute, and the legendary child in his mouth was none other than Max Emery, who was known as the 'troubadour', and this name was well-known throughout Tustin.

Of course, the deity of this famous person is Li Laifu who has crossed over, since he was adopted by Viscount Goullet, it is natural that he also has to follow the local customs, and got a name that looks very rich in the style of medieval aristocracy, although he still thinks that Li Laifu is a little more awesome in these three words.

In the face of Memphis's question, Gulet didn't seem to be so embarrassed at this time, after all, it had been delayed for a long time, on the contrary, he seemed to be very leisurely now, holding a tall wine glass in his hand, gently shaking the rum inside, with a comfortable smile on his face, and said: " My dear Viscount, since you have called me an old fellow, then rest assured, I have asked the old butler to urge the lazy worm to get up, perhaps he is not sleeping at all, but is holding a magic book and looking at it in a daze, who knows? ”

Viscount Goullet raised his glass and gave a toast to a suspicious and grumbling Memphis.

"Well, God of Light, if I drink this wine, that kid will definitely put down the magic book in his hand, and come out of that esoteric world and come to me, right? ”

The Viscount of Memphis drank all the rum in front of him, stretched out his left hand and touched the forehead of the girl beside him, the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched a few times unconsciously, and said with some reluctance: "Did Mossa hear me, when you are playing, others are still studying and drowning in the vast ocean of magic and can't extricate yourself, the gap is too big, you have to ask that child for a while about the release of magic in actual combat, this will help you, after all, you have just got the nameplate of the trainee magician." ”

The girl smiled, very well-behaved, but did not speak, and the moment the smile ended, it seemed as if a flame was burning in her fingertips, and then disappeared.

The nobles don't have a good thing, they are all demons, they are vampires, they are born to calculate and make mistakes, they have learned to be black and cunning from birth, this is a saying that has been circulating in the Tustin slums, although it is a bit extreme, but it is also ** not far from ten.

The cute and beautiful girl in front of her is not an ordinary girl, or rather, she is a normal nobleman.

The Viscount of Memphis smiled whimsily, squinting and smiling like an old fox, for he saw the frown of the old ghost, Gurlett.

What kind of magic book, to hell with it, it's a waste that can't feel the fluctuations of the elements, and you still have to hold on to your spine to prevent it from bending?

The smile on the face of the Viscount of Memphis was even worse, as if he had seen the old face of Goulet, and it was about to become as cute as a pig's liver.

Viscount Goulette obviously did not have this kind of awareness, and he looked at the rum in his hand as if he were staring at a beautiful elven beauty.

Every nobleman is an old fox in human skin, and he is no exception.