Chapter 118 Past Events
“Yitain is a prosperous big city, you may not understand my initial shock.
I started from the countryside of the Kingdom of Cosqui and finally arrived at the most prosperous maritime capital of Ulthuan! Although they did not welcome me. "
Teclis laughed at himself and recounted the grand occasion of his first outing.
Lynch knew that the wizard had spent his childhood in bed, and his illness made it look like he might die at any time.
Lynch was only curious about the mortal city-states. After seeing the uncanny workmanship of the ancient saints, it was difficult for the lizard man to be amazed by the skills of mortals.
The most majestic city in the world is undoubtedly the First City, but the many floating islands above Itaza are also unique, like smaller temple cities.
Unfortunately, it is a restricted floating garden and Lynch cannot visit it at will.
If you want to shock Lynch, you can only seek the power of the dark gods.
"My father was obsessed with restoring Aenarion's dragon armor. There are always many copies of a unique artifact. I didn't think it was the real thing at first." Teclis said frivolously.
Lynch twitched his eyelids. He knew that it was the relic of the first Phoenix King, and it should be in the possession of Tigris' brother now.
This is the armor that almost all warriors dream of. Not only can it resist magic, it is also indestructible. The magic runes on the armor can make the wearer fearless of all attacks.
Lynch didn't care at all. If his scales underwent another round of transformation and enhancement, they would be no less powerful than the so-called dragon scales.
Teclis danced his slender fingers, and the light of magic flowed in the air, outlining a simple picture, which was blurry and seemed to be intentionally concealed.
A ship was sailing in the storm, a pale and thinner wizard tied himself up in the room, and his brother was comforting him with concern... Lynch could only see this.
The Sword Master of Hoeth, who was farther away from the two of them, could not see anything.
"All the elves believe that my father was obsessed with the grief of my mother's death, so he spent all his savings and used the means of repairing his ancestral armor to divert his attention." The wizard's voice gradually became low.
"I never resented him because I was just as sad."
"As a fallen noble family, I never thought that after my mother passed away, there would be big shots from Itain coming to visit us." Tigris mentioned the "big shots" with a hint of joking.
The great wizard sneered, not caring about the reputation of his fellow tribesmen.
"They won't do anything without benefits. After losing my mother, our wealth is not even as good as that of the civilian families in Itain."
Lynch smelled a hint of sadness, but the archmage still had a smile on his face, so he hated the Asur's social style. The elves were always unwilling to express their vulnerability.
"Fortunately, although my aunt is rude, she still remembers the family relationship between us."
For some reason, Lynch inexplicably sensed the bitterness of the great wizard. Perhaps he was ashamed of his poor family and lost face in front of his wealthy relatives... Elves are always like this, sentimental about such trivial matters.
"I thought I would die that year. I have to thank her because she prepared a potion for me that could alleviate my condition." Tigris's cold tone made Lynch fail to notice his gratitude.
There are more twists and turns in this story, but Lynch is too lazy to pursue it, and Teclis is not an ancient saint.
"I learned even more incredible magic from her through observation, although they always refused to believe in my abilities."
The great wizard tried his best to conceal his arrogance and resentment, yet he inexplicably missed the peaceful past.
At that time, he was just an ordinary elf, trapped in the attic, and learned about the outside world through his brother every day.
“You may not understand that it is difficult for mediocre things to believe that there are beings greater than themselves.”
Lynch twitched his tail slightly, wanting to explain that he understood, but he was too lazy to speak, so he simply turned himself over and continued to enjoy the sunbath.
The thorns of Typok were deeply embedded in the wooden stake, which made lying on his back not necessarily more comfortable, so Lynch turned over calmly.
"Of course, I have to admit that my recklessness at that time was unwise. I didn't understand the dangers of magic at the time, and I almost endangered the elves nearby."
The remembrance emanating from Tigris overwhelmed the bitterness and pain, and Lynch knew that the elf boy missed home.
After all, Asur is not a cold-blooded person. For a simple goal, a cold-blooded person can wander outside his homeland for thousands of years without wavering, while a warm-blooded person always has to spend time reminiscing about the past.
The Archmage continued telling his story, unaware of Lynch's indifference, for the Lizardman had a general idea of Teclis's experience.
"I once thought I would die on that voyage... because the inexplicably rising power of black magic caused a storm. To be honest, I couldn't adapt to life on the ship."
"Fortunately, the room I live in is luxurious enough. After all, my brother and I are going to meet the prisoner of the Phoenix King, who is a great and important person." The great wizard once again emphasized the pronunciation of "big person" sarcastically.
“We are descendants of Aenarion. This is not a noble status. There are many descendants of the first Phoenix King.
In fact, it became a burden for us, as I initially thought my aunt was trying to poison me, and Asur was always suspicious of possible successors to the Cain curse.
We cannot claim to be princes until we are certain that we have not inherited Aenarion's curse." The aroma of roasting meat slowed the elf's speech.
“Perhaps you don’t know that my ancestor, the great “Guardian”, became the chosen one of the God King Asuryan after bathing in the Holy Fire of the Phoenix.
He and Caledor Dragon Tamer are the greatest heroes of Asur." The Archmage spoke with more respect, no longer as frivolous as before.
"But he later pulled out the sword of Khaine and brought the shadow of Khaine's curse to the elves. I don't want to mention the God of Bloody Hands, whose cruelty still haunts Asur." Teclis became serious.
"After arriving in Itain, due to my poor health, my grandfather, a nobleman of high status, and my cousins did not welcome me.
In fact, they came very close to throwing me overboard.”
The wizard teased in a low voice, he had now successfully turned things around and was no longer the child who allowed others to laugh at him.
"Fortunately, everything went smoothly afterwards. The current Phoenix King is a wise king. However, I never thought that I would be targeted by the legendary demon..."
Lynch stood up suddenly, interrupting Tigris's story.
While the great wizard was nervous and on edge, Lynch rushed towards the roasted cold lizard meat.
Lynch occupied the muscular limbs of the cold lizard. He ate the delicious barbecue like a glutton, and looked at the cold lizard's torso cut by Asur with unsatisfied eyes.
Teclis arrived late, laughed in silence, and took the skewer of meat handed to him by the Swordmaster of Hoeth.
Lynch ate half a cold lizard and simply drank some dew that fell from the banana leaves.
Without a variety of seasonings, barbecue doesn’t taste good.
(End of this chapter)
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