Before the Horn (1)

Alex walked in through the door in casual clothes and looked up to see Inger sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

Inger, who was wearing a shirt with the collar turned up, said expressionlessly, "It's so hard to see you once."

Alex smiled and said, "Don't you go to the parliament every day?"

God knows how determined he is to come here again.

Inger curled his lips, he knew he couldn't hide it from Alex.

He closed the magazine and pointed to the sofa next to him.

Jason brought Alex tea and snacks and then left.

Inger stood up and went to get something from the table.

Alex looked at his back and said, "Your hair has grown longer again."

Inger said indifferently: "I don't care about him. Besides, I hate the skills of those barbers in the capital. Maybe I will cut my hair myself in the future."

Alex turned around with a smile and said, "It looks good this way, don't cut it."

Inger turned around, holding something in his hand, and before Alex could react, he put it around his neck.

Inger sat back down. Alex reached out his hand and felt a rectangular piece of metal on his chest. It was polished to a very smooth and thin shape, only about a quarter of the size of his palm. He picked it up and saw that there were words engraved on it.

One side seemed to be engraved with a spell, and the other side had his full name engraved on it.

"What is this?"

Inger glanced at Alex and explained calmly, "A badge, as the name suggests, represents your identity."

"Like epaulettes?" Alex asked back.

The combat uniforms of the Quene army had a metal shoulder strap with the soldier's name and number engraved on the inside, which was used to identify the dead.

"Almost. I designed it and made it with your hair." Inger took out another one with his own name engraved on it. "It's a trial work."

He said, "Close your eyes and inject a small amount of magic power into it and try it."

[My hair? When... Ah, Alsophila philadelphica, it's her. ]

Alex did as he was told.

After injecting magic power into the inscription and closing his eyes, he immediately felt the difference.

Inger's life showed a strong presence in his spirit, even though he closed his eyes.

It was as if I was in a dark area, but I could also directly sense how far away that person was, whether his magic power was strong, and whether his heartbeat was brisk.

Alex opened his eyes, his golden pupils flashing with a strange light: "What's going on?"

Inger was also holding a plaque, and when Alex lit up his own plaque, the plaque in his hand also began to glow.

Inger exhaled: "It can be considered a success."

He looked at Alex, whose eyes sparkled, and said, "I'm going to go to the other room now. You continue to inject magic power and speak to the plaque."

Inger, holding the magic wand in his hand, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Alex was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Are you using me as an experiment again?"

Suddenly, Inger's clear voice rang in his ears.

"Yes, I want to give it a try, see if it works."

Alex looked down at the nameplate in his hand in surprise, and the voice seemed to be poured directly into his ears.

Inger suddenly appeared from the center of the magic circle and asked him, "Can you hear my voice?"

Alex nodded and repeated it.

Inger smiled and said, "It worked."

Alex: "You invented something amazing again? Is this thing similar to a mirror?"

"They both have their advantages. This one allows for direct conversations. No matter how far away you are, it can directly lock onto your location and confirm the other person's vital signs. It's true that you can't see faces or pass small objects like a mirror, but it's smaller and more convenient to carry and store."

"This is..." Alex instantly realized the value of this thing on the battlefield.

Inger nodded in agreement.

In fact, he wanted to make something like a walkie-talkie, but he didn't know the structure of that thing, so he couldn't make it, so he could only try using magic. Then he made something that also had the function of a life locator.

"And aren't you always worried about...? This is better, isn't it?" Inger said vaguely.

Alex stroked the nameplate. With it, he could always confirm Inger's location. Even if something happened, he could... No, he was not like Inger who could teleport. It should be the other way around... He almost got fooled by him.

But he does feel a little more at ease with this.

Inger suddenly said, "This is my birthday present to you."

Alex was stunned: "...what?"

Inger: “…”

He didn't want to say it a second time.

Alex looked down, then leaned over and asked, "Can you say it again?"

Inger was annoyed: "August 11 is your birthday, right? I think I'm right? Anyway, I can be someone else's. Just make do with it for now."

Alex smiled a brilliant, silent smile, which was very different from the one he showed in parliament.

There was a big discrepancy between his birthday registered in the royal family tree and his real birthday, so others probably didn't know, but Inger accurately reported his real birthday.

The warmth of the tightly clenched palms was quickly transferred to the cold sign.

Alex lowered his head, reluctant to let go.

Inger put his own brand on himself.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Let's get down to business."

"1895, the Continental War. You know the goal?"

"Yeah." Alex nodded.

In fact, Inger knew what Alex wanted to do without asking.

Their goal is to quell the war as quickly as possible while preserving as many manpower as possible.

“This is difficult.”

"I know."

Any war is accompanied by huge sacrifices and losses.

As they are about to face a war with the demons, they cannot afford such losses.

Li Wei'er and the newborn Saranqin are not easy opponents.

They want to preserve not only the vitality of their own country, but the vitality of all mankind.

On the basis of defeating a powerful enemy, we must also retain our own and even the enemy's personnel.

Inger sighed. He knew that any compromise assumptions would not hold true and that they now had no choice but to fight to the death.

Alex said: "Elena..."

Inger: "I know, it would be great if she is the same as you, but we can't hold out too much hope. We have to prepare for the worst."

What Inger didn't know was that Alex believed that the reason he accepted the goddess's favor and was allowed to start over again was because of their formation before the end.

That was a formation to offer sacrifice to the goddess. So he naturally thought that Elena was likely in the same situation as himself.

"I will try my best to talk to Sister Aura. She still trusts me very much."

Unlike the last time, in the first life, Alex and Aura were on opposite sides, and he didn't have much power at that time, and was caught off guard by the mainland war when he was almost unprepared. But now Aura has become his side, and there are still more than two years left.

They can deploy defenses using information they know in advance.

Inger nodded. He was not worried about this. He said, "I have three suggestions. The first one is the air-raid shelter."

Alex asked, "What's a bomb shelter?"

In the previous life, until the Demon War, airplanes had not yet developed into bombers, so air-raid shelters did not exist.

Inger explained, "You know the aerial combat capabilities of the Dragon Knight, right?"

Alex nodded, his face a little solemn. Even for him, it was difficult to deal with Li Wei'er's dragon riding.

The main reason is that the civilian casualties were too severe.

Inger continued, "An air-raid shelter is a space built underground or above ground to house civilians. This facility must be able to prevent aerial attacks such as high-temperature explosions, so that when war comes, civilians can be evacuated into it to reduce civilian casualties."

Large-scale disaster evacuations such as coastal evacuations cannot be used every time and are unrealistic.

Alex nodded at the plan. "It's a good idea indeed."

He knew that Elena was not the kind of person who would kill innocent people, and if possible, she would not massacre civilians. But the dragon's fire would not be projected precisely on the soldiers.

Inger added: "I can only mention a few key points. Specifically, you need to find a professional architectural designer. It would be best if you could build some in several important cities on the western border, the southwestern border, and the northwestern border, and store some supplies in them."

It is not only applicable to the mainland war, but also to the future demon war.

Alex nodded emphatically. This was indeed something he had never expected.

"The second one is the teleportation stone. We can start construction on it now. However, we must be careful. We can use it here, and the other side can use it too. We must protect it well. We must also carefully consider the location."

There are wizards in Levitra too.

Alex was stunned. "But it's a formation."

Inger: "………I know, I'm the only one who can do it."

The formation was too complicated, and there was no way for others to learn it quickly. The accuracy of the engraving was far inferior to his own, so there could be no mistakes.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Inger shook his head: "This is all I can do. You are the ones who are really going to fight on the battlefield."

Alex felt relieved when he heard his words.

"The third thing is the air defense network. Didn't we see the defense line in Mondstadt when we were wandering around there? I have some ideas about this, but I'm still working on it..."

After that, Alex was still busy in the palace, but the two of them exchanged letters more frequently.

They each have a lot to do.

A few days later, Inger received an invitation from Professor Obide.

Professor Obaid wrote to invite him to return to the college to teach.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this. He still remembered that he was still teaching in the academy not long ago, and now he had to go back to teach?

He couldn't refuse directly, and this matter was related to the war support project, so the training of wizards was still very important.

He took some time to go back to school.

"teacher!"

When Opide saw him, he smiled for the first time in a long time and came over to give him a hug.

"I don't know what you've been busy with. Even though I've approved your leave of absence, you should at least come back and take a look."

Inger could only smile, he couldn't say that he was busy preparing the country for war.

"Teacher, how is the school going?"

"Well, classes were suspended for a while due to the witch movement, but are now slowly resuming. Oh, and thanks to the new spell book released by His Holiness the Pope, there are more wizards now."

Inger laughed and said, "The teachers are going to be busy, right?"

"You know it very well, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you for help. I originally went to see Her Holiness the Pope, and she recommended you to me. You are under her disciple... ah, sorry..."

Inger knew he was talking about the incident with Bixi and shook his head: "It's okay."

To the outside world, Bixi is now kidnapped by the queen of the rebellious country.

"Anyway, His Holiness the Pope said that you are the one who is most familiar with these new spells. Just tell them about your experience or demonstrate them. Don't be nervous."

Inger: “…”

It's been a long time since he last did this job, and he felt a little stomachache.

After preparing himself mentally, he once again stood on the podium.

However, more people came than he had expected, which frightened him.

Those who were in the same grade as him, those who were older than him, his younger classmates, wizards, and knights, sat in the auditorium and listened to his special lecture.

He heard a lot of whispers before the bell rang.

"That's the youngest talented wizard in our school?"

"He's the same age as us, but he's already in level 6! You can't tell at all, he's even skinnier than me."

"The second son of Duke Neka's family, right?"

"He doesn't come to class anymore, and I heard the teacher can't teach him anything anymore."

"Oh my god, you're giving a lecture at this age?"

"He's kind of good-looking, but he's not my type..."

"I saw him fight Professor Orbid in the final exam. He was amazing!"

"I heard that he is the first student of the combat support program and the first combat wizard!"

"You're also the first person to use a new spell. The disciples of the Church are great."

"He only knows how to practice but not how to teach. Let's see how he makes a fool of himself."

[Oh kids, shouldn't you say these things behind your back? You're being too honest, aren't you?]

Inger stood beside Orbid, crying silently in his heart.

He gave a quick glance and saw a bunch of teachers coming up from behind.

He walked up to them with gritted teeth, and recalled how Alex looked in the parliament. He immediately began to like these kids more.

"I was invited by Mr. Orbid to share my experience. If you have any questions about the new spell, please feel free to ask."

The first person to raise his hand was a familiar face.

"Mo Lian?"

Mo Lian Amiel stood up directly.

"Regarding fixed-point teleportation, we have tried many times according to the array in the book, but all failed. However, the Pope said that you have succeeded. How did you do it?"

Many wizarding students nodded frequently, even some teachers.

[You are so studious that you even asked His Holiness the Pope for advice.]

[It’s over. I don’t know the answer to the first question.]

Because for Inger, the fixed-point teleportation array is as smooth as breathing. It is his most commonly used and best magic.

Inger had no choice but to ask, "Then let me confirm. Are you sure that the spell and positioning are accurate?"

"Yes. Not just me, many people have tried it."

Inger thought for a moment and said, "For a magic to be realized, it requires spells, magic power, the spell spoken, and the idea that links all of this."

In fact, it is to use magic to materialize the ideas in the mind, and the spells and incantations are the form and medium.

"What is the concept of 'teleportation' in your mind?"

Mo Lian was suddenly stumped by this abstract concept.

Another student stood up and tried to answer: "Jumping quickly from one point to another!"

"Uh...jump?"

"Disappearing from one point and reappearing from another."

"………Um?"

The outrageous answers kept coming.

Inger's brows gradually furrowed as he thought carefully about the problem.

He found that their logic of thinking about this was fundamentally different from his.

Inger drew two points on the blackboard with chalk and connected the two points by a line.

"You mean that the distance from this point to this point is compressed into a moment, right?"

Many people nodded.

Inger thought for a moment, took out a piece of draft paper, drew two conspicuous black dots on it, and showed it to everyone.

"Everyone thinks that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, right?"

Another nod of the chick pecking at rice.

Inger smiled and said, "Suppose the space we are in is a plane that can be bent and changed at will like this piece of paper."

"Um?!"

Inger folded the paper in half so that the two black dots overlapped, and he stabbed through the black dots with his pen.

"ah?!"

When the paper was unfolded, a hole was poked in each of the two black spots.

Inger folded it in half again and placed a piece of fine chalk in the hole, which passed through.

"This is the shortest distance. Between these two points, magic has built a direct channel. This means that you fall directly from this point to another point... Uh, do you understand what I mean?"

Everyone present was stunned.

Inger didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He just directly talked about the theory he knew, but he didn't delve into it deeply.

He just thought that he and these people had different concepts of space, so he explained his common sense in a relatively simple way.

Looking at everyone's shocked faces, Inger, who knew that talking about war on paper was useless, said:

"Let's give it a try. With the idea just now, let's try to make a fixed-point teleportation magic circle."

Mo Lian stood up again.

Inger carefully observed the process of his construction of the circle.

He was very careful, and there were no mistakes in the spells and the pronunciation was also very accurate. It was really amazing that he could learn to this level in a short time. But it was really slow. It took him a minute to build a teleportation circle from one side of the classroom to the other.

Click.

He went from the window to the door in the blink of an eye.

Inger clapped his hands lightly and encouraged reluctantly: "Not bad, you succeeded."

However, he then realized with embarrassment that he was the only one applauding.

He turned his head, and after a moment of silence, the teachers and students stood up in unison.

"Goddess, I really succeeded!" Mo Lian's hands were shaking.

Inger: “…”

I don't know why he is so excited.

Then the classroom became lively.

Then Inger's throat exploded.

He was held captive for two full classes before he managed to escape with the help of Opide.

It was the first time since he came to this place that he spoke until his throat was burning; it had been a long time since he last spoke.

interstellar travel.