My Empire

Veronsa, a girl sat in front of him with a worried look on her face: "Doctor...what's wrong with me?"

The doctor lifted his head from the blood report. The expression on his face was also very complicated. He tapped his hand twice on the report, and then he said: "In fact, your problem is still not very common."

"You are a mortal, and the family conditions are very good." The doctor looked at the beautifully tailored hand-made long dress that the girl was wearing, and said: "10 months ago, you and your father opened a business in the Verona area. A factory, and the family moved here."

"5 months ago you started to feel dizzy, nauseous, and sometimes hallucinations..." After flipping through the girl's case, the doctor deliberated the wording: "This symptom has become more and more obvious recently... "

"I have seen the blood test report. It is almost possible to diagnose your problem. Your body has begun to mutate. You have become a magician." The doctor turned his face to the girl's father: "This situation, recently There have been several cases in Verenza, with similar symptoms."

"My God, that is to say, my daughter... she turned out to be a magician?" The girl's father was full of joy. After all, after being a mortal for too long, there can be a magician in the family. A very exciting thing.

"Dad... I am a magician?" The girl looked at her hands in disbelief, as if she was dreaming.

"I know that my family's blood is very good! My ancestor must have been a very powerful magician..." The middle-aged man was also very excited and began to fantasize about the glorious history that his family had never had.

In fact, everyone who knows him knows that his ancestors were actually a blacksmith. Later he accumulated some small money and invested in a gear project of the Longtaite family. Only in the last year has he succeeded in financing a large number of orders and became a real rich man. of.

However, wealthy people like this, the upstart in the traditional sense, are actually willing to put some gold on their faces.

As a mortal, the best way to put gold on his face is to prove that his family has the blood of a magician.

"Uh, I have to remind the two of you." The doctor didn't care about so much. He knocked the table twice and looked up at the two people: "Why are you so excited? Go to the window to get the medicine! What's the greasy thing to eat recently? Something... next!"

There are many mortal immigrants in Veronza, and magicians are not unusual people. The doctor is so knowledgeable here, he doesn't put any magician in his eyes at all.

What's more, Lanhill's magician is nothing more than an ordinary certificate. There is no special treatment that is superior to others. There are no extra points for examinations, and there is no priority in applying for employment, and it is not a special group of people.

You have to buy tickets to get on the train, and to watch movies. Many magicians are not as comfortable as the wealthy Lanhill aristocrats, and there is really nothing to envy.

The slogan that Lanhill shouted before was that mortals will never be slaves, and the attitude towards the magic empire is mainly hatred and resistance. Under these conditions, the status of the magician is actually very low.

When Veronza was formally annexed by Lanhill, Lanhill's official slogan evolved from the phrase "Mortals will never be slaves" to something like "All beings are equal." Therefore, Lanhill never gave the magician any high-level status, and the magician was not noble in Lanhill.

Statistics from the statistics can also prove how thorough Lanhill, especially Lanhill's high-level suppressing magicians.

So far, the 10 major ministries of the Lanhill Empire, namely the Ministry of Defense, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Industry, Ministry of Agriculture, Ministry of Personnel, Ministry of Internal Affairs, Ministry of Economy, Ministry of Science, Ministry of Education and Ministry of Criminal Affairs, have 10 ministers. None of the magicians came out.

Counting down further, there is no magician in the 75 departments in charge of the main position. The better magician William is only the dean of an academy of sciences, and Karl is only the commander of a magic unit within the Guards.

In this environment, there is no special advantage for the magician to be born in Lanhill. At most, there is one more choice: if you go to the Magic Academy for further studies, you can be assigned to the production workshop of the Magic Ball in the future after graduation. In the end, excellent production workers can earn a lot of wages and can be regarded as a relatively reliable iron rice bowl.

But this kind of situation is only suitable for children who are gifted in awakening magic in the poor family. Who does this for the children of the rich family? Sitting on the production line every day, injecting magic into the magic ball of knowledge? Isn't this a joke?

Because of this, if the children of the rich have awakened their magic talents, no one would actually send their children to the magic school to learn. Most children still have to be sent to the noble school in Lanhill to receive the latest advanced education.

Because of the continuous expansion of the empire, subjects such as management and economics are very good, but it is much more noble and elegant than the knowledge of the magic ball processing and production techniques. Send your children to learn how to make a magic ball of knowledge, and then go home after graduation to inherit tens of millions of family assets. Only fools will do it.

On the contrary, some people in this country are still proud of killing magicians...

On the front line of the Holy Demon Empire, in an air base in Lanhill, a pilot wearing a special pressure-resistant suit of the Air Force is leaning on the gangway, drawing a pattern for his heart's aircraft.

"I said, you are now the pride of our squadron." A passing pilot was full of envy, watching his companion adding a record to his plane, and said.

The pilot stopped, turned his head to look at his companion and humbly shouted: "Sooner or later you will have it! When we change to a new plane, maybe one mission, you will surpass me!"

"Please comfort me! But you are amazing! That magician dodges back and forth in the sky, like a flea, avoiding so many missiles." The pilot standing under the gangway held his head up and looked at the painting. MiG-21 fighter in aerial camouflage.

With the development of combat, the black flag color painting is no longer suitable for modern warfare requirements, so Lanhill's fighter jet painting has undergone some improvements. For example, the newly produced fighter jets will use a new style of camouflage and magical defense runes mixed together.

However, no matter how it is painted, the pair of eagle emblems on the wings of the aircraft has never changed. This symbolizes the unyielding courage of the Lanhill Air Force and their glorious history since their birth.

"In fact, they can't avoid it. As long as you observe carefully, you can find that their movement still has a certain pattern to follow." The pilot standing on the gangway said seriously.

The pilot standing under the gangway laughed at himself: "I tried it. It is very difficult to lock the magician with the Sparrow missile. The speed of the missile is enough, but the agility is still worse."

Just below the cockpit canopy of this MiG-21 fighter, a neat row of enemy aircraft outlines are drawn. There are 4 seismoelectric fighters and two lifelike dragon heads.

This marked that this MiG-21 fighter jet shot down 4 seismoelectric fighters of the Puppet Empire and also shot down two dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire in previous battles.

This can be said to be a very good record. After all, the MiG fighters have not been equipped for frontline troops for a long time.

The pilot under the gangway paused, and then continued: "I understand what you said, but didn't you still use a missile to knock him down?"

The pilot standing on the gangway nodded and replied with a smile: "Yes, I did use missiles, but it was my luck. He happened to be blocked by some cannon shells."

"Anyway, you are a lucky person!" The pilot standing below waved his hand to end the small chat, and turned to the lounge.

"Thank you! I think so too." The pilot standing on the gangway started his work again. He poked the white paint can in his hand with a thin brush, and then carefully began to mark the two dragon head patterns. Right below, another thing was drawn.

He was very cautious, sketching out the periphery of the logo little by little, and soon the shape of the logo appeared in front of him. In his pen, a magician's hat with a pointed top can already be seen clearly.

After confirmation, in the melee with the main force of the Puppet Empire, the pilot piloted the MiG-21 fighter jet and used a Sparrow missile to shoot down a senior magician hovering in the air.

Through many photos and evidence from witnesses, the sparrow missile did hit the target and killed the magician.

This air force pilot was also confirmed, the first to fire a missile and kill the senior magician. His name will be in the annals of history forever, and his actions will be remembered by everyone.

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In the far away Veronsa, the nobleman who had figured out everything glanced at his awakened daughter who was gifted with magic, and reluctantly stood at the end of the long line in front of the hospital drug window.

He really wanted to understand along the way, his daughter was nothing special in Lanhill, and even when she went to school to fight, she might not be much better than other children... You know, the children who go to school in the Veronza area are gifted with magic. But the ratio is quite high.

"Dad, Dad! I'm a magician! I can learn those cool magics and let flames wrap around my arms!" The young daughter seemed to be very excited, still trying to control her own possibility. Be proud of the cool magic.

But her father has no interest anymore: "I see, I see, Annie... Hold your bear doll, don’t lose it... I hope you won’t burn this bear after you learn the flame magic. , It is my gift to you!" —

Long Ling has to rest and rest... There is no update today, so don't wait.