Perhaps because of the expansion of the space area, the silver light could not be completely turbulent in space, so he had to stop and take the initiative to calm down.

The situation in this meditation space is a bit bad. Some plants have died on a large scale due to turmoil. Fortunately, after their bodies have been decomposed, they still formed a certain amount of magic and mental power, which has also supplemented some of the spell casting consumption just now. The stars condensed by magical characters in the sky have deviated a little from their position, and this took a lot of time for the mage to repair and rectify. After all this, it was already a day later.

After the meditation, Shaoko quickly left here and found a safe place to rest. He had to absorb some of the memories of the gray-robed mage in the shortest time to know why the other party came here.

He flew fast for two consecutive days, but this time Shaoke deviated from the initial route. He did not plan to return to the imperial capital for the time being because he was worried that the people from the Mage Union would conduct detection after the death of the mage. At that time, if he went to the imperial capital again, he might be retaliated by the Mage Union!

Shaoke carefully invaded his spiritual power into his magic book. A ball of golden light floated quietly in an empty space. From time to time, some light spots flew out and merged into the space. Shaoke first accepted the light spots that had been integrated into the space through a special method. These light spots represent some of the memories of the mage.

And these memories were produced in a short period of time.

Fortunately, after some inspection, the mage quickly learned from those memories why the gray-robed mage suddenly appeared in this remote town and why he was detecting him.

It turned out that the Mage Trade Union had joined forces with some nobles and merchant families to send a large number of eighth-level professions to start attacking the fallen imperial capital. The mage went to the gathering point of the fallen imperial capital alone. This time they gathered hundreds of eighth-level existences, and some few ninth-level professions joined the battle. According to the mage's memory, their actions this time were recognized by the military headquarters.

After confirming the other party's memory again, Shaoke cleared these memories in a special way, and then these light spots slowly dissipated in his meditation space. As for the remaining memories, the mage was not in a hurry to detect them, because it was very difficult to absorb a person's memory in a short time. This would delay his time and increase his unnecessary consumption.

After detecting the situation in the meditation space again, Shaoke retreated. After thinking for a while, he took out the scepter given to him by the female mage in the blue robe to contact her.

After a complicated gesture and spell, the influence of the blue robe mage appeared at the top of the staff soon. After smiling and giving a courtesy to Shaoke, he asked him what was wrong.

Looking at the blue-robed mage with a smile and a beautiful face, Shaoke was stunned for a moment and told the news that he had just obtained. He also mentioned that he had met many lonely eighth-level professions in these two days and time and went to the fallen emperor.

"I think you should gather now and take the lead in killing those people who arrived at the fallen imperial capital." After saying that, Shaoke stopped talking, because he could not think of other ways to deal with the invaders to come.

Shaoke's dialect made the blue-robed mage look very ugly. Finally, she bit her lip and whispered to Shaoke several places. After she had an unexpected situation, she went to those places to take out some items in the treasured areas as a reward. Shaoke had to help her leave some blood for her family's people.

"You shouldn't have such an idea." Shaoko said to the blue robed female mage with a frown, "You can get out of there completely. I think that way. Those people can't have any impact on you."

"I can't get it. No one else can think of it." The Blue Rou Master said calmly: "If they really don't give us some space for survival, then I will use the entire fallen capital as my place to bury it. Then let the Death Masters stay in that underground space and live alone!"

The words of the Blue Robe Magi made Shaoke very helpless, but he didn't know how to persuade the other party. After all, he knew the stubbornness of a magister very well. After talking about other things with the Blue Robe Magi, the communication was interrupted due to energy problems. After Shaoke replaced the new crystal on the scepter, he sorted out his personal scattered items and continued to set off. As for the spell book of the eighth-level magi, Shaoke was thrown into the magic bag by him. After all, the other party used a special casting method, which caused the spell book to be seriously damaged, so it did not help him much.

Because he was worried that the people from the Mage Union would retaliate against him, his speed was very slow and careful. After seven or eight days of travel, he returned to the imperial capital again after more than ten days of knowing. And the moment he entered the imperial capital, he was truly relieved, because no one would attack him again here.

After arriving at the imperial capital, Shaoke did not rush to enter the city. Instead, he hovered outside for a short while, then tightened his cloak and rode a carriage to the army tomb of the Blizzard Legion. Here, he would pay tribute to his dead companions. He did not want those companions of those back then to be forgotten after their death.

As soon as he arrived at the hill, the mage felt dozens of powerful living organisms on the entire hill. According to Shaoke's estimate, these people were all eighth-level existences. Although he noticed that these people existed, he did not release all his mental power to detect the surrounding situation. Instead, he walked slowly from the mountain path to his destination, just like when he first came here.

This time when Shaoke arrived, it was the old man who received him again. This time, Shaoke still did not feel the energy of fighting spirit or magic in the old man. It is obvious that the old man's current level is still much higher than that of the mage, otherwise Shaoke would not have felt it.

After following the rules and following the rules, Shaoko walked alone to the cemetery of the Blizzard Legion. Not many people came here to pay tribute to their former companions, and this made the place more quiet.

"Legislative Commander." When Shaoke just walked to the cemetery, he discovered the Legislative Commander of the 33rd Regiment who had lost one arm. Now, he is no longer as old as before. But even so, Shaoke still detects him.

The powerful fighting spirit and long-term killing create special auras.

The one-armed old man ignored Shaoke, but slowly cleaned up some weeds and soil in the cemetery. Occasionally, he would bend down and wipe the stone tablets with his hands, as if he wanted to wipe off the soil on the stone tablets.

Shaoke looked at the other party quietly, and finally sighed in a low voice. According to his previous memory, he soon came to the grave of the vulgar officer. The light blue knife was still firmly inserted on the base of the stone tablet, and the handwriting on it was still so clear. I don’t know how long I stood here, but Shaoke took out a small can of snow wine and placed it in front of the stone tablet, and then opened the wine pot. "I hope you are there, everything is fine." When he said this, Shaoke almost couldn’t help crying. Now he knew how precious the vulgar officer and his unscrupulous relationship was.

Fortunately, he is still very self-control, so he is not too flawed.

After standing here for a while, he found the grave of the undead mage back then. The staff of hundreds of heads were still inserted in front of the tomb. The text on it may be because the old legion commander wiped it every day, and it still looks so clear now. After putting a small jar of wine there, Shaoke wiped the stone tablet with his own hands. Because the mage living here can be said to be his only friend in the true sense. Although he didn't talk much to each other because of personality problems, the behavior of mutual understanding on the battlefield still inadvertently imprinted a deep mark in their hearts.

"I have collected the heads of several eighth-level mages. In the future, I will definitely make a staff composed entirely of eighth-level mages' heads. At that time, I think you will definitely like it, and it will also help you." Shaoke said here, touching the staff inserted in front of the grave again. He remembered some of the costs the other party paid to obtain a head.

This time, Shaoke stayed alone in the cemetery for a day and a night. Finally, he stood straight in the center of the cemetery belonging to the Thirty-third Regiment, took out a large amount of fine wine and placed it in front of each grave, and then came with a small bucket of wine and slowly tasted it. This situation continued until dawn.

One day and one night, the one-armed commander cleaned the cemetery again and again. After knowing that Shaoke left, he squatted in front of the tomb of the vulgar officer, leaning obliquely on the tombstone, closing his eyes and tuning something alone. Finally, he cleaned the tombstone of the vulgar officer again, and then hunched his body and slowly headed towards the hut where he lived.

When leaving the cemetery, Shaoke met the old man guarding the tomb again. The old man sat under a tall unknown tree and kept fiddling with the snow-white beard in front of him, as if he was trying to find something on it. Shaoke's tribute left without any reflection at all.

After leaving the cemetery, Shaoke took a carriage to enter the city gate. Just as the mage had just entered the city gate, he felt the detection of seven or eighth-level professions. After those people used their mental power or fighting spirit to circulate around him for a period of time, they slowly dispersed. Shaoke also accepted some rules about the imperial capital passed to him by these people through special means. He must abide by these rules now because he does not have the strength to resist such rules now.

The prosperity of the imperial capital has not decreased at all compared to when he left many years ago, but it has not increased much. There are some patrol teams passing by on the wide streets, and the residents will not feel any panic.

After a little observation of the basic situation of the imperial capital, Shaoko covered his cloak and walked alone towards the small castle where the Blizzard Legion was located. Perhaps because he was eager to see Master Roman, he had a journey of three or four magical ways, and he arrived in less than one magical way.

The gatekeeper was no longer the fourth-level mage he met back then, but changed one. After learning about his name and some basic identities, the other party took him to the living room to wait because he needed to inform Master Roman and the other party decided whether to see him.

The wait was not long, and then a young mage reported to Shaoketong: "Dear Master, Master Roman is conducting research, you can wait for a while." The young mage then received some rewards from Shaoke, and then he prepared some pastries for Shaoke again before leaving. The monks were also unable to come at this time because they helped Master Roman conduct experiments.

The boring waiting did not bring dissatisfaction to Shaoke. He sat quietly on the soft-back chair, took out his casting record and began to read it in detail, and gained experience from previous battles again. This ensured that he could make progress at any time. Of course, this kind of thing was not something he often did, but it only happened every once in a while.

After more than one magical time, guests came to the living room again. Under the leadership of a young mage, three or four guests entered the living room.

The leader was a very handsome young man, his unique ears showed that he had the blood of an elf, dressed in traditional warriors, but he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a slender one-handed sword hanging around his waist. Behind him were two middle-aged mages and a tall warrior, but judging by their appearance, they were all dressed in guards, so Shaoko didn't care too much.

"Master, why do we have to wait here for a while every time? I don't like it here." The tall warrior seemed to have a very good relationship with the young warrior. In this case, there was no estimate of the relationship between the master and the servant, and he talked to the other party casually.

The young warrior did not answer the servant's words, but instead waved his hand and signaled the other party to sit there. The two middle-aged mages stood behind the young man with elf blood, holding the staff tightly in his hands, and staring at Shaoko with alertness. Their behavior made Shaoko very uncomfortable.

Just after these strange guests had just rested for half a magical period, another new guest was led by the young mage. This time, the guest was a young man dressed up like a nobleman. Since the other party was not wearing professional clothes, it was not easy for ordinary people to judge what kind of professional he was. However, Shaoke felt the unique aura of the archers from him. But he didn't say it out loud.

The young nobleman gracefully headed towards the man with elf blood

After the festival, he turned his eyes on Shaoke, and then paused for a moment, following the noble etiquette, and performed a ritual to Shaoke. The mage nodded, and after drawing an ancient wizard etiquette, he put away the spell record, closed his eyes and rested. He is now considering whether he wants to change to a living room.

The reception room did not become lively because of the crowds, but the atmosphere solidified a little. After a long time, the door opened again, and then a familiar spiritual fluctuation entered the reception room, which suddenly woke Shaoke up, who was closing his eyes and resting. Because this mental fluctuation belonged to Lan Weier.

"Can you stop coming here in the future? I'm not used to you waiting for me here." Lan Wei'er's crisp voice once again reached Shaoke's ears. She hadn't seen her for many years, which made Shaoke a little excited. However, he quickly calmed down his emotions, because a mage's emotions could not fluctuate too violently. This situation is more important for Shaoke.

"Lan Weier, who allowed you to pass on such clothes?" Shaoke opened his eyes and soon saw Lan Weier standing at the door. His words not only interrupted the conversation between the two young men and Lan Weier, but also attracted the attention of the female mage.

Lan Weier, dressed in a gorgeous silver-white costume, turned her head in surprise. She couldn't believe the words of the black-robed mage in front of her. "Master Xueye, why are you back?" Lan Weier quickly ran to Shaoke, hugged him, then lowered her head and kissed his cheek and forehead, and raised her head to wait for Shaoke's kiss.

After gently kissing Lan Weier's forehead and blessing her, Shaoke once again told the female wizard to call him his father because this is a fact and it is impossible to change because of Lan Weier's own thoughts.

"Dear Master." After Shaoke blessed Lan Weier, the young noble quickly gave him a courtesy. He did not expect that the young mage who looked thin in front of him was Lan Weier's father. Another man with elf blood also stood up and gave Shaoke a courtesy. Because he and Lan Weier were friends, he had to respect the other's father.

"Okay! Dad." Lan Weier shrugged and made a helpless expression as before, then held Shaoke's arm and said to the two young men: "You go and have fun first! I'm going to accompany my father. Today I can't be with everyone. You will apologize to them on my behalf." After that, Lan Weier secretly glanced at Shaoke, and then signaled the two to leave.

After hesitating for a moment, the two of them politely ceremonially at Shaoke and Lan Weier and left the place. Just after they left the place, Lan Weier hugged Shaoke tightly and kept kissing him on the cheek. Sometimes the little mouth would take the initiative to fall to Shaoke's mouth. If the mage hadn't turned his head on his own, I believe Lan Weier would have had more intense movements!

"Why did you come to find us for so long?" Lan Weier finally put her head on Shaoke's shoulder, opened her mouth and took a bite on his neck. "My mother and I thought you would ignore us anymore." At this point, Lan Weier couldn't help crying.

Sitting on the chair with Lan Weier in her arms, Shaoke patiently wiped away her tears, and then comforted her again and again, hoping that she would not cry. Because this separation was not long, only more than ten years. Of course, this was mainly caused by Lan Weier's failure to experience too many separations.

After a while, Lan Weier stopped crying, but she was still sitting in Shaoke's arms, putting her head on his shoulder, and her little mouth kept kissing Shaoke's cheeks and ears like a prank.

"Why are you wearing this kind of clothes?" Shaoke's female wizard was a little dissatisfied. Because Lan Wei'er's silver clothes exposed her snow-white breasts in half. The whiteness and tenderness tightly attracted Shaoke's gaze. Fortunately, he calmed a little, but he suppressed those bad thoughts.

But at this time he didn't know that Lan Wei'er, who was beside him, pulled the corner of her mouth and showed a satisfied expression. Then the female mage twisted her body slightly, making her whole body closer to Shaoke.

"I was just attending a cocktail party, and many of my friends were there, so I said this." When Lan Weier said this, she explained that the two of them were here to urge her to attend the cocktail party. "Didn't my mother come?" The puzzled question asked Shaoke to focus his attention on her again, because she felt that the hands holding her waist were exerting force than before, which made her secretly happy.

"She is working!" Shaoke reached out and touched Lan Weier's long white hair. At this time, Lan Weier changed her sitting position. She shrank down and placed her head completely under Shaoke's chin, leaving the whiteness and tenderness on her chest completely exposed to Shaoke's eyes.

Then the two chatted quietly. They mentioned the current situation of Master Roman and some of the things that Master Bailang is now. Of course, the most talked about was Lan Weier's current situation. Shaoke listened quietly to Lan Weier talking about these things, and finally his whole body completely relaxed and lay on the chair. Lan Weier was also lying on his back, carefully grasping Shaoke's hand and moving it upwards. She stopped moving when she reached the soft bottom, and instead explained to Shaoke in detail their situation in the imperial capital over the years.

After more than one magical time, the door in the living room opened again, but this time the one who came in was the tired Romain Master and the white-robed scholar. Although the two looked very tired, there was no concealment of the joy between their eyebrows.

"Snowy Night, when did you come?" Master Roman seemed not to see Lan Weier sticking to Shaoke. She walked straight behind the master and hugged his head tightly. The monk hesitated for a moment, but he still came to Shaoke and stood there quietly watching him. However, Lan Weier suddenly turned red and jumped off Shaoke like a child, tidied up her clothes, and stood on the other side.

Facing Master Roman's question, Shaoke answered quickly, and then signaled Master Roman to come to him. He also hugged Master Rumor in his arms. He felt that both of them were already very tired.
Chapter completed!