It is often said that three years old is old.

It's hard to imagine anyone in the world talking to themselves and talking to a four-year-old child reading a book alone in the library.

From astronomy and geography to national affairs, from magic catechesis to racial disputes in the past, it is both tireless and painstaking.

He is not a madman in the public sense, or even a powerful person – people are forced to interpret such practices as "amiable".

Everlister.

This person is none other than the Grand Magician, who has been certified by the royal family of the Kingdom of Kohl, with the most famous reputation and the most apprentices.

The matter of the great magician naturally has the reason of the great magician, how can it be called crazy?

It's also that Mogan's father, Lindero, is really not good, giving people a thumbs up, and by the way, making an appointment*.

Even if it is that person, no matter how outrageous it is, there is a very subtle sense of reasonableness when you think about it.

To get back to the point, in the inside story that Mogan knows, this great magician is an orphan, and has been adopted by the elven great magician in the territory of Cole since he was a child, and was taught magic in the elf race as a human child, and when he grew up, he somehow took refuge in the kingdom of Cole.

The Grand Magician did not deliberately hide his surname, but did not have a surname at all.

According to the tradition of the Kingdom of Kohl, anyone who is naturalized can choose another person's surname or make up a surname of his own, which he can use to fill in the form.

However, Everist had always been a black household living in the elven clan before this, and had never considered such a trivial matter.

With the powerful magical power of being personally invited by the king at the time, and being given an additional "royal gift" qualification, Everist pondered for a long time about the relatively trivial issue of the surname.

He found that his surname was easy to crash, not unique enough, and he couldn't make it up himself, and it didn't make people shine.

At that time, King Cole in the palace was still wondering if there was no news, whether the mage wanted to repent, so Everist found it himself.

He got straight to the point and asked if he could use the royal gift in exchange for not having to fill in the surname, and he was a maverick, and just such a name was recorded in the roster.

For this reason, Archmage Everist is the only person in the family register of the Kingdom of Cole who does not have a surname.

It has been more than 90 years since the elves were gradually weakened, the habitat and living environment were deteriorating, and finally the group was judged extinct for more than 90 years.

No matter how you estimate it, this great magician who is now directly subordinate to the royal family must be at least a hundred years old.

As for the "victims", of course, Mogan was not alone.

Because he was forced to "communicate and play with children of the same age" in his childhood, after barely distinguishing valid information in the fairy tales, Mogan also had a clear understanding of the "scope of business" of the great magician.

He was not only fond of finding the children of noble knights, the children of castle servants, the children of weavers, the children of grooms, and so on.

Sometimes you can't even find a child, and when you meet a foal in the wild, you have to give extra care.

Someone has analyzed why the high-ranking great magician has such a hobby, but in the end can only conclude that perhaps it is the shortcomings of old childhood friends that make the great magician somewhat problematic.

This is already a very euphemistic description.

Compared to adults, Everlist, who grew up in the elven race, may be friendly to relatively innocent children, and use this kind of gossip to gain comfort from the loss of old friends.

- But his resume has nothing to do with the word "pure".

Even more serious, Mogan was embarrassed to hear it, and only thought that he could build a whole new miniature Grande Manor with his toes.

Before the princess succeeded to the throne, the powerful archmage only used his magical ability to deter a large number of people who wanted to take the opportunity to seize the throne. But after the queen sat on the throne and the war was over, Everist took matters into his own hands and became a fearsome smiling tiger.

As a powerful mage, Everist rarely fights or hurts. He just relied on magic to constantly shuttle around the royal capital to obtain information that ordinary people could not obtain.

When the rebel party prepares to carry out his last plan, he can see the most powerful mage in the kingdom smiling and groaning, visiting him in person, and coming to the rebel's residence or office uninvited.

His subordinates fought to subdue the remnants, and when the local inspector came to arrest him, Everist would come out in person.

He reads aloud what he has investigated, and talks eloquently in front of the culprit and makes light-hearted jokes......

At the same time, they were deprived of their titles, their possessions, their estates, and everything they had gained in their lifetimes.

In contrast to the time spent with children, this conversation is often accompanied by a frightened look in the person being confided in, and a desperate silence.

This was a story twenty or thirty years ago, and it seems a little far away now.

Mogan knew this because someone had specifically told him that Everest was a strange man, but perhaps a good man to be trusted.

Such a trait called a "smiling tiger" by outsiders seems to be synonymous with hypocrisy.

In fact, every action and reaction of Everist comes from the heart, and it is all incomprehensible to ordinary people, but it certainly exists sincerely.

Everlister's strength embodies the conclusion that when a musician has power and power, what kind of news can be made that has never been seen before or since.

He's really happy.

In this way, Everist may be half of the "hedonistic" maniac who is not understood, but who is so powerful that others must understand it.

However, although Mogan had heard the inside story, it was true that he had never met this person at all later.

It's just that he can vaguely perceive now that he is not eyeing others, and they may be able to collect his own information at will.

So what would it be to use these elements to make use of yourself and then calmly get out of it?

At this moment, the crowd suddenly became chaotic.

The commotion woke Mogan suddenly.

"Hurry up and run!"

"It's too late!"

Mogan was hard to observe, and walked quickly to the center of the most chaotic crowd, beside the white stone table and chair where no one stopped him.

Several of the mages who were originally guarding were crooked to the side, but there was no big problem, they just sat on the ground one by one, and they were stunned.

They seem to have been bounced away just because they got in the way - it was Austin the Shark who was really different.

At this time, Austin's expression was extremely hideous, and the scales under his eyes were covered with dark blood vessel lines at some point.

He had a splitting headache, gasping for breath, hunched back, and his body shaking uncontrollably, while the remnants of the previous ceramic cup were scattered on the table.

Some sharp shards pierced his left hand, and Austin seemed to have no pain, and he continued to exert force on it, which also irritated the wound accordingly, and blood gushed out from the wound that was still mixed with fragments, and a pool of blood had spread on the table.

Within seconds, dark purple blood began to drip down the edge of the table, and Austin's other hand pressed the fingertips against the edge of the stone chair, the overexerted hand was frighteningly white, and the nails were scratched by the stones.

These are signs that he himself is trying to restrain this loss of control.

"Take control!"

"What nonsense? Am I a fool! Austin took the time to exclaim, "It's better to find someone who gave this glass of water!" ”

Crushing the cup, he had discovered the source of the problem, but Jean couldn't stop everything now.

Mogan followed the crowd's line of sight and was also startled.

I don't know when it started, and a tsunami that seemed to rise out of thin air actually hit from a distance on the seashore.

There is no end in sight to the azure waves. The tides in the vicinity were regular, and this type of natural disaster was almost unlikely, and Mogan immediately thought of another talent of the mermaids.

Sharks and mermaids are of the same origin, and they are both darlings of the ocean, and compared to the weather magic controlled by mermaids through singing, the relationship between mermaids and the weather of the ocean is a passive skill.

Legend has it that the mermaids did not accept the gifts of their homeland, but they were also "doted" by the forces of the sea.

When they are angry and in a place where the currents can reach them, the deep sea responds to their wishes, withdrawing the power of their natural gifts and helping them destroy everything they can see.

In other words, Austin himself may not want to achieve this goal, but the potion mixed into the water cup is something that can make him lose control of his anger all the time.

The potion contained just the right amount of power, allowing Austin to use up the last of his strength to forcibly confine himself to a chair.

On top of that, he was already gifted by being able to crack and curse a few swear words, and he couldn't forcibly withdraw the power that burst out when it first took effect, so he had to exhaust the rest of his experience and get stuck in his chair and inhale.

The terrible tsunami swept in, and the dark blue wave splashed up tens of meters high, and most people could not escape directly.

Just as Mogan was searching in his mind for a spell that would reduce the impact and perhaps obscure the "rain", a chant from the other side rang in his ears.

It was Lucifer's voice.

Only then did Mogan react.

The effect of the spell Lucifer had cast was far greater than he could have imagined, and he had only briefly shifted his gaze to other places, almost ignoring that there was such a person sitting here.

A cold, swift spell came from under the wizard's robes. Nearby, Mogan could hear every ancient syllable pronounced clearly, and in this hundred thousand hurried situations, one by one, the caster was sure of the situation.

All the characters who were endowed with magic in the chant seemed to quickly turn into another presence in the air.

They dispersed into the sky in an instant, and then dispersed. And the reason why Mogan was able to see this invisible existence was mainly because of the sudden appearance of a white focus in the huge waves.

From the moment of contact, it took less than half a second.

Snow-white ice appears out of thin air in the waves, and then spreads out rapidly, capturing the majestic tsunami scene.

The perpetrator was still sitting where he was, and no one but Mogan could see in the chaos who had stopped it.

The whole venue seemed to be silent.

Until the ice cube above his head slipped due to the warm climate, and it should have fallen in the crowd, but for some reason it turned into powder in the air.

Mogan glanced at His Majesty King Lestu, who was still motionless, and then looked up.

The waves that were frozen in an instant took on a slightly curved arc, and the lines of each wave were clearly visible, except that they turned an opaque white, almost the same as when they crashed down.

It's as if someone has carefully carved a giant statue called "The Waves" here, which is exquisitely crafted and vivid – but it may take a little more effort to carve such a scene.

The tsunami ice sculptures spread directly to half of the open beach, blocking the sunlight from the small half of the pier, and it is extremely difficult to see the end from the width.

At the end of the frozen waves, the relatively transparent ice can also shine through a ray of sunlight above the heads of the people below. The surface of the beach was also affected, and the surface of the undrained sea became a frost.

Mogan watched everything in front of him take shape, digested the information contained in it, and couldn't help but gasp.

But this time, it's a genuine "breath of coolness".

In front of me, on the side of the sky, on the ground, this situation.

It's like an ice age.