The second time The voice in the heart of the crystal

"Yes, I have a lot of stories. If you have time, you can always hear me tell stories in the pub."

"For example, those stories of killing dragons?" Gev suddenly burst into laughter. Maglin couldn't help showing a little shame and anger. His father boasted in the pub that he had slaughtered a dragon in the dark abyss of the wilderness, but the dragon was so huge that he didn't bring anything back, which made the whole city laugh.

Richard was also laughing: "Who knows?"

"Son, I'm sorry to you again." Count Gife walked to Meglin's side, stretched out his broad palm and stroked his head, saying softly. The bright eyes under the thick eyebrows of the former imperial officer were full of kindness and a hidden sympathy.

Maiglin felt a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and whispered, "Count Gife, your son should be proud to have a father like you."

"You too." Gife looked at Richard meaningfully, but Maglin did not realize that Count Gife spoke in the official language of Roseland this time.

The old villain shook his legs expressionlessly. He pulled Maiglin and really said goodbye. Maglin followed his father but always felt that Count Gife behind him was still looking at him and his father. He couldn't help looking back. Sure enough, Count Gev was still standing outside his door, and the tall and powerful figure appeared in the white light. So strong.

"Count Gev must be very powerful on the battlefield."

"Dever he slaughtered a dragon, boy? The most powerful thing is me. It's your old man."

Maglin didn't pay attention to his father's bragging. Richard jingled with ten gold coins and began to hum the obscrupt minor tune in the pub. Maglin lowered his head and followed him without saying a word. When he put his hand in the bag, he remembered it. When he fought in the afternoon, he pulled it from someone in the chaos. The crystal heart of a necklace is still on itself.

A very inconspicuous broken crystal heart.

After consciously giving Margaret the benefits of a gold coin, Richard brazenly had a big meal at Margaret's house, and then returned home with his son and maid with satisfaction.

At the table, the dinner prepared by Lucian for the father and son was still there. Richard asked Meglin if he was full. Meglin replied that after that, he immediately ate all the food because he thought it should not be wasted.

Looking at his father who ate wildly in front of the dining table, Maigreen was in a trance. Why did the man who was not humble or arrogant in front of Count Geoff and had some real aristocratic demeanor gone in a blink of an eye? Lucy, who glanced at the corners of her eyes, curled up in the dark corner, snickered at the rude appearance of the master. Maglin shook his head helplessly: "Father, I'm going to rest."

"Oh, go ahead, the pig of Eveli seems to say that there will be an exam soon. What do you say? Can you set fire now?" Richard gestured to his son heartlessly, in the same posture as when Margaret's aunt broke out.

Maglin immediately chilled his face. Turn to my room on the second floor.

Richard also shouted loudly behind him: "What's the big deal about the magician? He rushed to him and punched his mouth, which was busy with chanting spells. In those years, I easily put down a famous dark magician."

Maglin closed the door fiercely, and then lay heavily **. Because of the light of the white tower, there was still a lot of light in the room. Maglin looked at the white tower in the distance upsetly and suddenly got up and closed the curtains. Because of his father's words just now, teenager * *'S heart is stung, smashing the dark magician's mouth?

He covered his face in pain and expelled the image of his father who ate with his feet up from his mind. The fight this afternoon and the toil of the evening made him gradually tired. The quiet Maglin tried not to think about the exam he would take in a few days. If he couldn't have a problem with the element before that If you communicate, you will lose the qualification to study in the college.

He is now afraid to think of the day when he leaves the college. Although his life in the college is not happy, which descendants in John's hometown do not want to be as successful as St. John's Magician one day?

Maglin was so upset that he even forgot to take off his robe, and he slowly fell asleep.

"There should be light." Maglin muttered that for so many years, he has been too concerned and too focused, so he is trying to communicate with the elements in his dream.

"There should be light." Maglin's hand habitually reached into the pocket of the robe, as when he was awake, he pinched his fingers and tried to sit and communicate with the elements.

Inadvertently, he touched the shabby crystal heart, and he said, "There should be light."

"Sneer." A soft smile suddenly occurred in the room.

In his sleep, Maglin suddenly found himself in a lush forest. The lush forest was endless. The canopy overhead blocked the sun layer by layer, but from the cracks in the thick trunk, Maglin saw the light outside, and the grass reached his knees, softly, touching him hanging down. The fingertips, a wonderful feeling, so kind to the grass and trees.

"There should be light."

With a bang, a large fireball suddenly appeared in the palm of Maglin, who instinctively communicated with the fire element, and hit him heavily at his feet, and suddenly bounced him up and fell out. Maglin, who was lying there, grew his mouth in surprise, turned over and sat up. He looked around in confusion. Looking back, he found that there was a cloud of smoke where he had just stood.

"Fire? Fire?"

Maglin trembled in surprise. He raised his hand, looked at it foolishly, and then stretched out his arm and pointed to the front: "Great Vnomine, please give me strength, allow me to be your messenger, have your power, and burn it."

This time, Maglin clearly felt that a lot of subtle things began to gather towards him from all directions, and then rushed out from the palm of his hand. At the same time, a ball was definitely much bigger than the fireball sent by his subconscious idol Margaret's aunt. It was a pillar of fire, which rushed out and lit what Maglin wanted to ignite. That meadow.

The grass was burning, and then it was extinguished because it was wet. After the burning, the smoke floated around, transforming the most beautiful pattern he had seen in the past 15 years in Maglin's eyes.

Maglin jumped up and said, "Can I communicate with the fire element?"

Although it is the lowest fireball, it means that for Maigreen, who can't communicate, he opens a door, a door to the ideal and the future!

"Natural magic is divided into three branches: water, fire and earth. Only after you have fully mastered the basic skills of these three kinds of magic can you be qualified to learn deeper magic.

Some of the words of the mentor who had always been indifferent to him and even mean to him sounded in Maglin's heart. He was a little worried, but he couldn't help but want to test it. He slowly stretched out his hand and said, "Great Water God, give me your strength and moisten it."

A warm feeling was different from before. The cool "wind" came from all directions, then passed through and rushed to the palm of his hand. Finally, it condensed into a white water flow. In an instant, it appeared on the previously lit grass and got wet.

"Soil!"

McGreen read the most basic formula of earth magic almost crazily. Looking at a stream of smoke covering the wet grass, he rushed over like the wind, knelt there, grabbed the wet soil on the ground and a few withered grass. The green of the lower half of the dead grass shows that they were still growing luxuriantly before.

Maglin knelt there with dementia and didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his ear and said, "This is a gift for you."

Who was talking? McGrim woke up from his confusion. He stood up and looked around. There seemed to be a figure outside the woods. Maughlin held a tree beside him nervously. The man outside the wood smiled softly: "Come out."

Then Maglin felt that his body flew forward involuntarily. Several big trees came towards him. Maglin, who couldn't avoid it, was so scared that he shouted, but found that he moved in a direction at will, and cleverly came out of the woods. Outside the woods is a lush grassland with green grass, and a mountain range spreads forward endlessly in the distance on the left.

The grassland on the right side is vast all the way to the end of the earth.

And the man was standing in front of him and looked at him in surprise. Maglin saw that this man was very handsome. No, he was simply handsome, dressed in a white robe, with long hair tied behind his head, and a smile on his beautiful cheeks. His eyes were bright and a little piercing, and his ears were actually sharp.

A handsome and fair-skinned elf? How can this be possible? All the elves in Meglin's knowledge are dark skin. They use dark magic and are an evil race against the great Holy See. People call them dark elves, the masters of the dark abyss of the holy land of the wild wilderness, and the real leader of the wild wilderness.

But the appearance of the elf in front of him subverts all Maglin's cognition.

"Not bad. I am an elf. Your name is Maglin?"

"Here, where is this?" Maglin woke up at this time. He seemed to be sleeping. Why did he get here? Was he dreaming? So your own magic?

Thinking of this, there was a little inexplicable complexity on his face. The elf opposite smiled and sat down cross-legged. Maglin couldn't help sitting opposite him. He said, "Yes, you are in a dream, but this dream is what I gave you."

"Dream, then my magic?"

"Young man, don't be impatient. You have achieved nothing for five years. Why are you in a hurry at this moment?"

The elf's voice was very peaceful, and unconsciously had the ability to calm people's irritability. Maglin looked into his eyes, and his anxious heart gradually calmed down. He looked at each other silently. The handsome elf, who is almost beautiful, can't see his age at all. He can only feel that he is very young. His delicate skin is slightly red and his pointed ears are a little transparent in the sun. His eyes are blueer than the sky. Maglin only took another look and quickly turned his eyes away.

However, he clearly saw another smile from the corners of the elf's mouth.

"I didn't expect it to be like this. Fortunately, the past two thousand years have taught me to be truly calm. The elf looked at Maglin with interest. He suddenly raised his head and his smile suddenly became strange. It's so weird that it makes Meglin's scalp a little numb.

"If I help you learn to communicate with elements, how will you repay me?"

"Really, really, Mr. Elf?"

"Sir? Haha, what an interesting name."

Is it a girl? Maglin hesitated, and the elf waved his hand: "My name is Eurofield, Eurofield, what a glorious name, do you know? How could you know? Ha ha. My name is Eurofield. You can call me Euro in the future.

"Yes, Mr. Euro."

"You haven't answered my question yet. Maglin, a very interesting little guy, a very interesting name.

"If you can let me learn magic, what do you need me to do, I will definitely do it." Maglin suddenly stood up, and he felt that he had encountered the greatest opportunity in his life.

People who are often closed to their inner world are not too stupid, and people who are in a state of self-fighting every day are not stupid. Maglin summoned up the courage and repeated, "No matter what you do."

"Is that so? Let me see your eyes, young man. It's very difficult to make a promise, because it must be made.

McGreen raised his head and said to the elf without hesitation, "Yes, I can do it." Please believe me, sir."

"Ha ha, funny little guy, aren't you afraid that it's just a dream? When you wake up, there's nothing?" The elf suddenly said mockingly.

Maglin's face changed, and then he denied it. He said, "No, Mr. Oro, I haven't had a dream, but no dream will be so true. I have read some magic books. The great magician can drag people's souls into the world he created. I think I was brought to your world by you.

"Haha, interesting, interesting. By the way, Maglin, do you know the meaning of your name?

What does it mean? Maglin shook his head.

"In the ancient elf language, the meaning of your name is sharp glance. And." The elf's hand was raised, and his slender fingers dragged his chin and sealed the following words.

Where did Maglin read silently and glance sharply?

It's impossible. How can his father know any ancient elf language? Now the elves are speaking human language. A long time ago, the elf country in the northeast of the epic continent disappeared. Now those famous scholars at Rose Royal College probably don't know any ancient elf language.

"Maybe it's a coincidence. It's an interesting coincidence." The elf understood what Maglin was thinking. The young man knew what he seemed to be hiding, but he didn't ask.

Be careful not to offend yourself, afraid of losing the opportunity to change your fate.

Poor or respectable?

Orofield looked at Meglin. The teenager, who has been suffering for five years, has too much maturity than the same year. He has a mixture of extreme self-esteem and inferiority. He is patient and does not lack perseverance, but his fate is really bumpy. Maglin's bits and pieces of the past five years have appeared in Orophile's mind and passed by one by one. Eurofil nodded slowly after a long time: "Remember today's oath. Reach out your hand."

Maglin immediately stretched out his hands. This agile and smartest choice made Eurofield couldn't help laughing: "Elves are always used to their left hands."

"Oh." Maglin withdrew his right hand with some embanxism.

"Look into my eyes and say your oath again." The elf's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He looked at Maglin and stretched out his hand to hold his left hand. No, to be precise, it should be his left thumb on Meglin's pulse.

I felt the coolness of the elf's fingers. I heard that the elf's blood was blue. Maglin immediately put away his mind and said to the elves seriously, "As long as Mr. Eurofield can let me learn how to use magic, Maglin will be willing to listen to all Mr. Eurofield's arrangements and do whatever Mr. Eurofield asked me to do, no matter what."

With a bang, Eurofield tapped his finger. Maglin saw that his pulse actually jumped up, bounced up and then fell down, and a drop of blue blood penetrated into his pulse, and then faintly integrated into his body.

"If you can't make a vow, you will."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Euro, I won't, so I don't want to know the result that doesn't exist." Maglin interrupted Eurofield rudely for the first time, and Eurofield was dumbfounded: "Okay. What an anxious child. Don't tell anyone about my existence. When you wake up, throw away the crystal heart in your robe. I will hide in your body and show you how to use magic.

"Crystal heart, you, are you hiding in the crystal heart?"

"Yes, I hide in it." Aurora seemed to smile on his face. He raised his face and looked at the blue sky. Maglin seemed to have tears in his eyes. But he didn't dare to look much and quickly lowered his head.

"Okay, I'll take you back. The crystal heart I used to hide doesn't matter. I lost it.

After saying that, Orophil waved his hand, and Maglin couldn't help but close his eyes, and then he didn't know anything, so he didn't hear Orophile's sigh. Orophile sighed: "Three thousand years, the sealed blood of my elf clan has finally been awakened again. He was a good child, but I thought it was in the first thousand years, and then I thought it might be ten thousand years later..."

In the end, he was silent, and then the world gradually dimmed, and then everything returned to the original dark state of Maglin's room. Maglin was still asleep, and the faint light that had just flashed in the crystal heart was imperceptible in the bag. Eurofield sighed again, and then the light of the crystal heart penetrated into the body from Maglin's fingers pinching the crystal heart, going up along the blood to Maglin's mind.

In the middle of the night.

Lucian heard a scream in the young master's room, and the awakened little maid quickly got up and ran out of the young master's door. But there was no sound in it. Lucian carefully pressed against the door and listened for a while before returning to her room at ease. She didn't know. Just after she closed the door, Richard also poked his head out of the room and looked at her son's room subtly.

Then he closed the door silently.

Only Eurofield knew all this, so Eurofield said, "Interesting Richard, it seems that he hasn't told Meglin about everything yet. What on earth happened to his family?