As a world-renowned fog city, the sky in London is always gray most of the time, especially at night, even the lighting range of street lamps is extremely limited.
In this dim environment, a few stray cats were rummaging through the trash can for tonight's food in a remote alley.
Sudden.
Bursts of dull red light shone above this unknown alley, disturbing the cats who were looking for food.
The kittens were frightened and fled around in an instant, hiding in places they thought were safe.
After the dull red light in the sky flickered a few times, the space it was in was distorted like a ball of crumpled paper, and accompanied by the sound of cloth being torn, a bloody figure walked out It was squeezed out of the void.
"Ahemhe finally escaped"
The figure staggered two steps, stretched out his hand to support the wall before barely standing still, and then looked around.
The surrounding buildings were very unfamiliar, but they made him faintly familiar.
"Where did I go?"
Camelot looked at the familiar and unfamiliar buildings around him suspiciously, his eyes were a little confused.
The style of these buildings is neither like the Temitron Magic Federation where I am, nor like other human countries, nor is it like the architectural style of elves, dwarves, or other races.
It's a bit like the modern architectural style before I traveled
correct! This is the architectural style before time travel!
Camelot's mouth opened slightly, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
The timing is wrong, you bastard!
If it was before he was injured, he would be able to return to the original world, which would be his wish, but now he is seriously injured, and the magic power in his body is almost dry, so he can't use magic to heal himself!
"Damnwhy throw me back to this magic-free world at this time!"
Camelot slowly slid to the ground against the wall, feeling a little desperate
Camelot is a time traveler, and the reason for time travel is very common, that is, he was seriously ill, failed to be cured, and died on the operating table.
So when he opened his eyes again and found that he was reborn into a baby in a world of swords and magic, he was very grateful.
?Not only can you live another life, but you can also get in touch with the magic that once only existed in fantasy. No matter how you think about it, you have earned it.
The place where Camelot was born is called the Principality of Lanster, which is a part of the Temitron Magic Federation.
The Temitron Magic Federation is a joint force composed of many small countries. The leader of each country is not a king, but a magician who has won the title of Grand Magister. These magicians who lead the small countries are composed of The Magic Council is the real governing body of the Temitron Magic Federation.
Under this social system, the children of the Temitron Magic Federation are used to receiving magical education since childhood, even if Camelot is just a commoner child born in the countryside.
Although there is no system that exists in many novels, and there is no special physique as a golden finger, but the adult thinking and the knowledge reserve of different systems mastered on the earth still make Camelot a very young person. A well-known magical child prodigy.
Camelot, who had made a name for himself, was soon recruited by the National School of Magic in the Principality of Lancet and became a promising magic apprentice.
And Camelot also seized the opportunity, crazily absorbing magic knowledge in school, and was rated as a three-striped magician at a young age.
In the Temitron Magic Federation, magicians are divided into seven levels. Except for the first magic apprentices and the final magisters who are no longer rated, they are divided into one to five magicians from low to high.
The three-stripe magician can already obtain a large fiefdom and a noble title in the Temitron Magic Federation.
But after reaching the three-stripe mage, Camelot seems to have reached a limit, because he has no system, and he is not a descendant of an excellent bloodline. As a commoner mage, being able to achieve the three-stripe mage is enough for him He has become a pop icon.
However, Camelot is not reconciled. Whether it is the inexplicable self-esteem as a traveler, or the pursuit of magic that has been fascinated, Camelot still has not relaxed after obtaining the title of nobility and territory.
Except for occasionally completing tasks assigned by the Federation and obtaining research funds and materials, Camelot has always been nestled in its ownbsp; Camelot, who had already given a go, frantically absorbed the magic power around him, and poured all of them into the spar in his hand.
Following the slow injection of magic power, Camelot also received feedback from the spar itself.
The situation of this treasure is slightly different from the content recorded in the data. It is indeed made of crystal fragments of the World Tree, and it does have the function of greatly improving the affinity for magic, and even increases lifespan, enhances physical fitness, enlightens wisdom, etc. Series buffs.
It's just that most of these are aimed at natural magic. Although other magics have improved, they are not much better than the methods he used in the past.
To put it another way, even if Camelot successfully merged with the Heart of Nature, he would not be able to become a magister, because the highest level of nature magic has its own title - Archdruid.
"That's all, it's just a transfer department. It would be nice if you can get your life back."
Camelot, who had no choice but to comfort himself, fortunately, the spells of druids are not the same as normal magicians. Although they also have a series of conventional spells, they are more based on personal Affinity to all kinds of animals and plants in nature, awakening different spells, does not need Camelot to worry about how to learn druid spells.
As Camelot continued to inject magic power, the white light on the Heart of Nature became brighter and brighter, and as the halo gradually expanded, the spar gradually lost its entity and turned into a white light group. Floating on the palm of Camelot.
At this time, Camelot was already exhausted. Although the light cluster in his hand was getting brighter, he felt that his vision was getting darker and his body was getting heavier. Staring at the ball of white light on his right hand, according to the feedback from the heart of nature, he must wait until the ball of light shrinks into a round light bead before swallowing it.
Just when Camelot felt that he was going to be unable to hold on, the ball of light in his hand suddenly swelled suddenly, and then quickly shrank inward, quickly forming a round bead emitting a gentle white light.
"Hahaha If you survive a catastrophe, you must have a future blessing!"
Camelot, who survived the desperation, was ecstatic, tried his last bit of strength, and sent the bead in his hand to his mouth.
Just at this moment, a small gray figure sprang out from an unknown corner, flashed past Camelot whose vision was already blurred, and took away the bead emitting white light in his hand.
"Meow~"
Before Camelot lost consciousness, all he heard was such a baby-like meow.