The dark room was filled with a strong smell of herbs, and a young man with bandages was looking around with a confused look.

"Young Master, you really don't remember anything?"

The person who spoke was an old man, his gray hair was not taken care of, and his beard was as messy as a bird's nest. His beard was also messy. Looking carefully, there were some food residues on his beard, as if it was put on during meals.

"Young Master, do you still remember me?" the old man asked. The young man was stunned for a moment, carefully identified the old man's face, and then shook his head.

"Young Master, do you still remember your name?" the old man asked again. The young man still shook his head in confusion.

"Did you get hurt and amnesia? Young Master, why are you doing this? That exam is difficult. I have advised you not to take it, but you insisted on going, but I almost died. If you have any good intentions, how can I explain to the dead master?" The old man said and shed tears of sadness.

At this moment, the young man covered in bandages was full of inexplicable thoughts!

"What language is he talking about? Can I understand it? Where is this? Who is this old man? Am I kidnapped?" the young man said in his heart.

"If you have something to say, don't hurt me. Didn't you kidnap me just to ask for money? Let me tell me a minute, and I'll ask someone to raise money immediately." The young man said, but the next second he found that what he said was also the strange language.

"I can not only understand, but also say?" The young man was stunned.

The old man opposite said in a sad way: "Young Master, I am your servant. I have watched you grow up since I was a child, so how could I kidnap you! It seems that you are really hurt, your nonsense is full of nonsense, and your mind is broken!"

"Who are you?" the young man asked.

"I am Harry! Your most loyal servant Harry!" The old man Harry explained with a look of tears.

"Who am I?" the young man asked.

"You are Master Phil!" The old man Harry replied.

...

Of course, the young man was not the original Phil, and another soul had already moved into his body.

This soul comes from the earth. He was an excellent athlete. After retiring, he started doing business and created his own sports brand. After more than 30 years of hard work, he finally listed the company. He also grew into a successful entrepreneur. Although his sports brand is far less than a super giant like Nike or Adidas, it is also well-known. The company's business involves almost the entire sports industry.

Now, he has come to a strange world, his soul possessed the young man named "Phil". Moreover, this Phil was injured, and his bandage was like a semi-finished mummy. From this moment on, he was no longer an entrepreneur in the sports industry, but a young man, Phil.

This world uses a strange language, but he can understand it, and he will also say that this is probably the remaining instinct of this body.

At this time, Phil was in a state of extreme panic, which was human instinct for the unknown. Fortunately, the old man in front of him calmed down a little. Although this old man looked sloppy, he was definitely a kind of harmless humans and animals, and should not pose a threat to Phil. In addition, the first person he met after Phil traveled through time, Phil involuntarily developed a sense of closeness and trust in the old man.

"You said just now, I am the young master. Who else is there in my family?" Phil asked.

When talking about family members, the old servant Harry hesitated for a few seconds, and then spoke: "The master and his wife have passed away a few years ago. You are the only seed of the Knight family."

"Knight family? Are they very powerful?" Phil asked subconsciously. He instinctively felt that the one who could be called "family" should not be ordinary civilians.

As expected, the old servant Harry continued to explain proudly: "Our Knight family is one of the oldest nobles in the world."

"I am still a noble!" Phil nodded with satisfaction. In his opinion, the "nobles" must be rich, with a lot of fertile land and a house full of gold and silver. He has no worries about food and drink. He is served by servants every day, and his life should be quite nourishing.

"It sounds good to be a nobleman through time. Although both parents died, they are rich and powerful at least. The beautiful life of the nobleman is waiting for me!" Phil thought while looking around, but found that the decorations in the room did not look very expensive, and they were even a bit old, just like cheap second-hand goods collected from a flea market.

The furniture in the room is completely medieval, with rusty candlesticks, missing corner tables, broken sofas, and the blurred mirror on the wall, which do not look like the decorations that nobility should have.

Phil felt something was wrong, so he asked, "Well, I want to ask, are our Knight family very rich?"

The old servant Harry shook his head a little embarrassedly: "Master, to support you in school, the family's money has basically been spent."

"Then do we have many industries in the Knight family?" Phil continued.

"In addition to this house, we have a tavern. After you were injured, I planned to sell the tavern to help you heal your injuries. The price was almost negotiated. Fortunately, you are awake now and we can keep the last bit of property." The old servant Harry replied.

"Didn't you just say that our Knight family is the oldest aristocrat in the world? With the longest history, there is only so much left?" Phil said dissatisfied. For a successful entrepreneur, having no money is a bad thing.

"Young Master, our Knight family has a long history, but there is a saying that flowers are not red in a hundred days. No matter how bright roses are, they will wither. Our Knight family is very unfortunate and has become the withered rose. But I believe that sooner or later, the Knight family will regain the glory of the past!" The old servant Harry replied excitedly.

"That is, the declining nobles?" Phil found that the script of reality was completely different from what he imagined. The beautiful life of the nobles in his ideal flew away instantly.

Phil calmed down, sorted his thoughts, and then asked, "So why am I injured?"

"Young Master, you were injured when you took the intermediate magician exam. I have advised you a long time ago that the intermediate magician exam is very dangerous. At your current level, you can't pass it at all, but you insist on going, but you were seriously injured and almost lost your life. Please forgive me, my uncle, even if you are a junior magician, your strength is still a weak person. If you go to the intermediate magician test, it is undoubtedly an egg hitting a stone!" Harry explained endlessly.

"Intermediate magician?" Phil looked at Harry with a look of surprise. He felt that the old servant in front of him might be a madman!

Harry continued on his own: "Master, I know you have a deep obsession with the title of intermediate magician, but you can't ignore your life! Although most of the students of the three major magic academies can pass the intermediate magician test, the academy actually does not stipulate that you must become an intermediate magician before you can graduate."

"There are three magic academies?" Phil looked at Harry with a smile, and then said, "The three magic academies you mentioned are Hogwarts Academy, Busbaton Academy and Demstrong Academy, right?"

The old servant Harry showed a surprised expression: "Master, where did you hear such a weird name? Of course, the three major magic academies are Kingdom Magic Academy, Eternal Magic Academy and Holy Magic Academy. You are a student of Kingdom Magic Academy."

"It's really like it's said!" Phil curled his lips. He didn't believe in the wizard's nonsense. He planned to expose this old servant with an abnormal mental state, so he continued, "You said just now that I'm a junior magician?"

Harry nodded, and Phil continued, "Then can I use magic?"

"Of course." Harry nodded seriously: "But your body has not recovered yet, and it is still difficult to condense magic. Don't use magic for now. Tell me directly what magic you need to use, and I'll help you."

"You can do magic too?" Phil looked at the crazy old servant with a smile.

The old servant Harry nodded seriously again and said with a smile: "Master, I am a junior magician after all, and my magic level is no worse than you."

"Okay, just use some magic to show me." Phil deliberately made Harry difficult.

"Young master, I know, you must be unhappy if I say magic is no worse than you, but this is a fact. Although we are all junior magicians, I am old after all, so it is normal to master more magic." Harry said with an innocent look on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, I want to watch magic, watch it now!" Phil said stubbornly.

The old servant Harry looked at the stubborn young master and had nodded helplessly: "Master, what magic do you want to see?"

Phil thought for a while and said, "Get a fireball!"

"Okay young master." Harry said as he stretched out his hand, and then a fist-sized fireball appeared in Harry's hand.

This scene immediately made Phil stunned.

"No, it's a trick, a trick of the magician!" Phil said in his heart.

Harry extinguished the fireball in his hand and continued, "Master, it's just the most basic fireball technique that even magic apprentices can use. Why are you so surprised?"

"Change me a water ball, oh, no, I want to see lightning!" Phil said, thinking that changing some water is a bit too simple for the magician. Just hide a water bottle on his body, so he needs to see lightning instead.

"Okay young master. Although I am not very good at electric magic, simple lightning can still be made." Harry nodded honestly and folded his hands together. When he separated his hands, the lightning that could be seen from the naked eye actually appeared in Harry's palm, and the "sniffing" sound of the electric current was endless.

"Oh my god, there is really magic!" Phil couldn't help but scream.

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Chapter completed!