He walked into the circle and recited the incantation, with perfect gestures, using his mind to control the release of his energy. He felt something unleashed, connected to his will and soul, and he continued to cast spells.

"Show me what's going on in Medivan's parlour," he said, as his consciousness spasmed, hoping it wasn't the Guardians attacking his apprentice with guards.

Immediately, he knew that something had gone wrong with his magic. It's not a big problem like the destruction of the magic subject itself, but a small problem, like a small flameout. It was possible that the guards attacked him, changing the direction of his illusion somewhere, allowing him to enter another scene.

There are three clues that let him know which direction he is deviating. First, it's daytime. Second, it's warm here. Third, the scene is familiar.

He'd never been here, strictly speaking, at least not in this particular room. But there was no doubt that he was in Stormwind Fortress, a bird's-eye view of Stormwind City's Stormwind Fortress. It was a high roof, and the room seemed to be designed for the regular pre-meeting between the two council members at the end of each month. Huge windows lined with large white handrails. The refined curtains exude a gentle aroma. Colorful birds nest under golden eaves.

On the small table in front of Khadgar lay white porcelain plates trimmed with gold trim and, of course, expensive knives and forks. Fresh and beautiful fruits are placed in the crystal bowl, and the morning dew still hangs on the uneven surface of the strawberries. Khadgar felt hungry at a glance.

At the table was a thin man, unknown to Khadgar, with a lanky face, broad forehead, sparse beard, wrapped in a gorgeous red quilt, which Khadgar recognized as a morning robe, with a gold belt fastened around his waist. He picked up a pair of forks, moved them to the side, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he looked up at Khadgar and smiled.

"Ah, you're awake," he said, and the voice of Khadgar felt familiar.

Oops. Khadgar was able to see him for the illusion, but no, the man spoke to a man behind Khadgar. Khadgar turned around and saw Egwene, as young and beautiful as in the snow (was this before or after?Khadgar couldn't tell from Egwen's appearance). She wears a white shawl with a green lining. The shawl was made of modern silk, not fur, and the feet were not leather boots but simple white sandals. Her blonde hair was adorned with silver ornaments.

"You look like you're in big trouble," she said, the look on her face that Khadgar couldn't fathom.

"With endless magic and hope, anything is possible," the man said, and then raised his arm, palm spreading upward, a white orchid floating above his palm.

Egwen took the orchid and sniffed it hastily. Then it was placed on the table. "Nirras," she began.

"Breakfast first," continued the mage Nirras, "and see what the court magician is going to deal with in the morning." These berries were picked from the royal orchard less than an hour ago..."

"Nirras..."

"Then there is butter ham and juice," the mage continued.

"Nirras—" Egwene repeated again.

"And then the egg, probably the name of some animal, was fried on the table, in the shell, and with a simple magic I learned, in the ......," the mage continued.

"I'm leaving," Egwen said bluntly.

There was a look on the mage's face that looked suspicious, "Are you leaving? now? before breakfast? I mean." We should take this opportunity to have a more in-depth conversation. ”

"I'm leaving," said Egwen, "I still have my own tasks to complete, and I won't have time to joke like this morning." ”

The court magician still looked puzzled. "I thought after that night, you would be willing to stay. Stay in Stormwind, at least for a while. He looked at Egwene in surprise, "Isn't it?"

"No," Egwene said, "actually, after that night. I don't have the need to stay anymore. I've accomplished what I came here for. I don't need to stay any longer. At this time, Khadgar saw it clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned. Of course, the mage's voice sounded so familiar.

"But... I thought—" The mage was speechless in surprise, but Egwene shook his head.

"You, Nirras Alain, are an idiot. Egwene put it bluntly, "You are one of the most powerful mages in the Council of Tiris. Still, you're an idiot. This also more or less illustrates the problem of the other members of the parliament. ”

Neil Las restrained his feelings. He's probably about to get angry, but he just looks like he's throwing a tantrum. "Now, wait a minute......"

"Do you think that it was your innate charm that drew me into your room, or that the wisdom and unconventionality you displayed in your discussions during the magic ritual that moved me? You should also know that your title of so-called court magician is as unattractive to me as the cattle herders in the village? You should understand that I use charm, right? You're not that stupid, Nirras?"

Egwene smiled, a cruel smile in Khadgar's eyes. "I am as old as many kingdoms, and the indulgence of maidens has been overcome long before my first hundred years. I know exactly what I'm going to do when I go to your room that night. ”

"I think," Nirrath said, "I just want to ......," he struggled to convey that.

"You, the only one in the entire council, have conquered the great, unruly Guardian. Egwene smiled even more indulgently. "You can drive her however you want, and everyone else fails because of your charisma, your intelligence, and of course, your sense of humor. Now the power of the entire Council of Tirisfa is at your disposal. Come on, Niras Alain. You've wasted too much of your talents, and you're probably completely corrupted by the comfort of court life. Let me at least reserve a little respect for you. ”

"But if you don't have a crush on me," said the mage, his mind already muddyed by Egwene's words, "if you don't want me, then why do we ......"

Egwene had the answer. "I'm here for one thing, one thing I can't make on my own, a suitable father, the father of my heir. Yes, you can sue your fellow councillors that you have successfully slept with a powerful Guardian. But you still have to sue them, and you also provide me with a way to pass on my power and no longer need to be interrogated by the council. ”

"Have I done that?" he began to understand, "I think so, but the council won't like ......" (to be continued.) )