Windmill Town, which has experienced a beast tide, is undergoing a major renovation.

People worked very hard for the rest of their lives, and the city walls were repaired at a rapid pace.

The captain of the guard found the mayor with a melancholy face on the city wall.

"Would you like to have a drink?"

"Hmm."

Kai'Sa Tavern

A separate room inside.

"Bump"

The two of them touched the wooden wine glasses filled with inferior ale and drank them all.

White ale hops ran down the mayor's collar, wetting the tattered magic robes.

"Haha, I haven't drunk this inferior ale for many years, don't say it, it has to taste like this."

The captain of the guard laughed and began the conversation between the two.

The mayor didn't reply.

He looked at the white ale in the wooden cup and was stunned.

"How many years have we not had a drink together?"

Luke Yulaia

The mayor looked at his friend across from him and called out his full name for the first time in nearly a decade.

"It's been almost ten years, it seems that after the disbandment of the mercenary group, you guy won't drink with me."

Luke, the captain of the guards, laughed to himself.

Then he looked at the mayor and said his full name.

"Marshall Bate"

"It's been ten years, but I still feel like it just happened yesterday."

Marshall poured another sip of inferior ale.

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! Cough! ”

The rough liquor made him cough uncontrollably.

Maybe the wine was so bad that he blushed and coughed up tears.

Luke silently accompanied him for another drink.

"I remember when I was a kid, it was you who was noisy and wanted to be a magician."

"You dragged me to accompany you to the entrance test, but in the end, I was left behind to accompany you to the interview."

Marshall wiped the corners of his eyes, looked at Luke, who was drinking silently across from him, and recalled with a smile.

"Yes, we were both very young at that time, who would have thought that you, who had always longed for the life of a mercenary, would end up on the road of magic."

Luke said with a smile as he filled Marshall with another glass of wine.

The road of fate is always so difficult to fathom.

A teenager who loves magic is forced to embark on the path of cultivating Douqi.

A teenager who yearns for mercenaries to lick their blood finally throws himself into the arms of magic.

They became the envy of each other until the appearance of the maiden.

"I regret it, Luke."

Marshall suddenly reached out and grabbed Luke's rough palm, looking at him fixedly.

"I really regret it"

"Don't say that.

Listen to my Marshall, today we only drink and nothing else. ”

Luke grabbed Marshall's arm with his backhand and said lightly.

Two middle-aged people in their forties just looked at each other.

In the end, it was Marshall who let go of his hand first.

Just like back then, two young boys with admiration, in the face of the girl, he was also the first to let go.

Marshall picked up his glass again and drank it down.

"We were in a hurry, but we forgot to look up at the starlight above us"

"I thought magic could make me forget everything, so after leaving the mercenary group, I kept looking for new magic to learn."

"But I found that no amount of magic I learned could make up for the pain in my heart."

"The day you became captain of the guard, the day you married Arya..."

"I originally promised you to be a witness, but I chose to travel in a hurry, all the way to the west, and I don't know where the destination is."

Luke listened quietly to his friend's conversation.

It was his wedding, but his best brother didn't show up.

Marshall fell into his memories and continued to recount what happened to him after he escaped.

"I walked to the outskirts of the Ibi Forest in a daze, thinking of finding a monster to kill myself"

"I successfully found a 6th-order demonic beast, Buck Giant Bear, thinking that it would be more glorious to die."

"I charged at it. As expected, it was just a normal blow and I was knocked to the ground......"

"Later, I met the guardian of the "green". ”

Luke sat on a wooden bench and listened silently, something Marshall had never told him before.

"I told her my story.

I thought I would receive some words of comfort, but she didn't say anything, just patted me on the shoulder and asked me to pay for the drink. ”

Marshall took another sip of wine and suddenly looked at Luke viciously.

"After all this incident, I suddenly didn't want to die."

"His grandmother, you bastard who snatched my fiancée is not dead, how can I die!"

"You stupid, mean, ruthless, well-limbed ......"

In Luke's stunned expression, Marshall suddenly scolded with red eyes.

This gentleman for nearly forty years is the first time that he has exploded in front of outsiders.

Luke didn't interrupt his scolding, and quietly accepted his friend's cry.

It was as if time had gone back to that summer.

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Marshall and Arya were originally a pair of childhood sweethearts.

They were born in Windmill Town and met here.

Both families are neighbors, and their parents have made a marriage contract for them.

But by accident, Marshall became an apprentice in magic.

He followed an old mage out of Windmill Town.

This walk is 7 years.

Disheartened, Luke was found to have no magical talent and chose to spend the rest of his life in Windmill Town.

Later, he was accepted as an apprentice by an old mercenary, and the progress of cultivating Dou Qi was unexpectedly fast.

In just one year, he had been promoted from an ordinary person cultivating Dou Qi to the Black Iron Rank!

You must know that it takes at least five years for a normal child to reach this level.

The old mercenary stayed in Windmill Town, wanting to teach a famous warrior before he died.

During this time, Luke and Arya develop feelings for each other, but neither of them expresses them.

The vast majority of wild mages will never return to their hometowns for the rest of their lives,

They have dedicated themselves to the eternal god of magic.

However, there are always exceptions.

Seven years later, Marshall returned from school.

The wild mage couldn't teach him anything anymore.

This disciple's strength has completely surpassed him.

He chose to go home.

By this time, he had become a great magician.

The first thing he did when he came back was to run to Luke's house, wanting to share the joy with his friend, whom he hadn't seen in years.

Pushing open the door, Marshall shouted excitedly

"Luke! You don't think about it......"

The scene inside the house was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and Marshall was stunned for a moment.

The two once familiar figures were suddenly less clear.

Luke was having lunch with his former fiancée, and when he saw Marshall rushing in, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

The three of them ended the day in silence.

That day, Marshall, who had always been smooth sailing, suddenly fell into decadence.

At that time, Marshall had every strength to bombard them on the spot.

But he didn't.

One is a former best friend, and the other is a former fiancée.

He couldn't do it.

Later, Luke and Marshall formed a small mercenary group and left Windmill Town.

And made an agreement with Arya that if she could come back safely, she would choose who she would marry.

The end result was that he lost.

Or rather, neither of them won.

One lost his friendship, the other lost everything.

Learning magic requires a strong heart.

When a person begins to question whether learning magic is the right choice, he has already abandoned it.

And the god of magic will ruthlessly give up on that person.

Marshall, who reached the Great Magician at the age of 17.

After that, he never took a step in the field of magic in his life.

equally

Luke reached the Golden Rank at the age of 17

It has stayed at this level forever, until now.

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"I was so busy hurrying that I neglected the beautiful scenery on the way."

Marshall was drunk, and he leaned on the table and muttered.

"I'm sorry, my friend."

With red eyes, Luke drank the last glass of wine and hugged him.

"Are we still friends?"

Marshall looked at the ceiling in confusion.

"We'll always be best friends!"

Luke said categorically.

"You bastard!"

Marshall suddenly stood up and punched him in the shoulder, then staggered away.

"Straight punch, you, remember ......"

This is a move that Marshall Boy practiced constantly when he admired the mercenary, pulling Luke.

It was their first time.

Even after so many years, he has not forgotten this trick.

"Thank you."

Luke sat in silence for a moment.

He wiped away his tears, drank the last glass of ale, and staggered out of the room.

At the door of the tavern, a woman in her thirties was anxiously looking for her husband with her infant child in her arms.

The guards said he had entered the Kasha Tavern.

"Arya."

A familiar voice sounded on the stairs.

"Let's go home."