My Magic Age

When this word came out of Mrs. Alia's magnetic voice, I had the illusion of traveling through time and space.

There is a long set of marble steps outside the entrance to the arena. The golden autumn sun shines on my face, making it a little warm and leaving my shadow on the steps with a white sheen.

In autumn, the southeast monsoon from the Endless Sea no longer blows to the Roland continent, and the air in the imperial capital becomes a little dry.

Scholar Yerkes walked in front with Lady Cecilia on his arm, and the two talked affectionately in low voices.

The quiet and delicate girl, Miss Jenny, Lady Cecilia's niece, followed Lady Cecilia. She was probably not used to walking such a long way in a palace dress. Perhaps the glass slippers under her feet were not suitable for her. It fit her feet too well, and it was a little difficult to walk. The personal maid on the side helped her hold up the long skirt, and another maid helped her hold up a parasol to block the dazzling sunlight.

Mrs. Alia and I walked behind and said to her with a smile: "I am already very young! I just participated in the completion ceremony last month!"

Mrs. Alia held my arm, leaned her head over quietly, and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear clearly: "I mean, please, when you ask me out for shopping, Dress yourself up a little more maturely, and you have to be considerate of the feelings of the female companion around you, right?"

Looking at that delicate face that has not been left any trace by the years, the longer we get along, the more I find that Mrs. Alia is the kind of woman who looks very charming. No matter her eyes or lips, she can make people feel full. She has a desire to conquer. She is also a woman who is very good at negotiating terms. She knows how to make appropriate demands at the right time.

I touched the fish skin hood on my head with my hand. This tribal-style hood is indeed a bit different. It still retains a large part of the texture of the fish-man skin. From a distance, it even looks... There is an illusion that there is a little fishman lying on top of my head. Putting on this fishskin hood makes me feel that my mental power is constantly expanding, and my magic perception will also be enhanced. I have to say that this feeling is still the same. Great.

As for this black and white striped devotional suit, I usually only wear this magic robe once in a while in the academy, because the devotional suit has the effect of increasing the casting speed of level one magic skills. I found that when I was drawing the 'Fire Gathering Scroll' When used with the 'Frost Scroll', it can actually increase the speed of drawing magic patterns on magic parchment, so it is occasionally used when making primary magic scrolls.

I made an appointment with Mrs. Alia to meet at the pool outside the college dormitory, so I waited for her in the dormitory.

Later, I was a little bored while lying on the bed, so I simply got up from the bed and drew dozens of 'Frost' magic scrolls on the desk in one breath. However, I was too involved in drawing the scrolls and forgot the agreed time. I waited until the magic in the next bedroom When the student knocked on the door and told me that someone was waiting downstairs, I remembered the appointment with Mrs. Alia.

In this way, it was inevitable to be a little hasty when going out. I didn't have time to change into a Missori magic robe, so I ran out in a hurry.

There was a faint scent of rosemary on her body, and her long golden hair was tied up on her head, revealing her long snow-white neck. She stood out among the crowd.

As I walked, I asked Lady Alia: "Have you and the Marchioness Cecilia known each other before?"

Lady Aaliya greeted the noble next to her very familiarly, and then lowered her voice and said to me, "You might as well ask me if I have any issues with her, which would be more direct."

I smiled and didn't deny it.

When he lowered his head, his eyes happened to fall on her skirt. Lady Aaliya's long skirt was very gorgeous, and the hem of her skirt almost reached the ground. I counted it secretly and found that it was supported by about eleven whale bones. I thought to myself: With such a big hem, I wonder how Mrs. Alia sees her feet.

Mrs. Alia didn't notice my little movements. She needed to maintain her image at all times. She stood up with her towering chest and showed off her long snow-white neck. She was as elegant as a beautiful white swan. She said: "I used to always If you like to attend aristocratic balls, we can always I met her at a dance. The aristocratic circle in the imperial capital is only that big. She and I are the same kind of people. She likes her very much and I like her too. I once stole her limelight at a dance. It was probably around that time. There were some personal grudges, probably around that time.”

She waved to Betty behind her, signaling to put away the parasol on her head. In the dazzling sunshine, Mrs. Alia squinted her eyes slightly and said to me: "Her husband is a male little lord, and he has a The Constructed Knights were very popular in the imperial capital before. However, at the beginning of the year, they took the Constructed Knights to the Loki plane and probably fell there. They just brought some messages back. The specific situation is unknown. No one knows."

Scholar Yerkes and Lady Cecilia were waiting for us at the entrance to the arena, and I walked up quickly.

Lady Aaliya looked at the noble girl who was as pure as a little white flower standing at the entrance and complained to me: "I think this trip is a bit inappropriate. Someone wanted to serve you a plate of small desserts, but... If you think I'm in the way of a good thing I've ruined, I'll probably turn around and leave now, it's probably not too late."

"Okay, I'm here now. I'm going to the slave market to help me choose slaves later. Don't tell me whether you have these or not." I touched Mrs. Alia's arm and said to her.

"...Maybe tonight, she will ask a wizard to curse me." She whispered softly.

…

The ring stand of the Arena is divided into upper and lower parts. The upper stand is prepared for nobles. It is equipped with pergolas and benches. Each area is separated by low walls. It looks like an open room. Each room is a relatively private space, just like a private room.

Mrs. Cecilia familiarly led us to a private room with a good location. Two attendants guarded the door. The maid placed some golden cider and fruits prepared on the stone table. The five of us sat on the stone table. Sitting on the bench behind the table, I could just see the arena below. Deafening cheers came from all around, and the place was indeed as lively as the legend said.

The stands below are prepared for civilians. There is only a large circular area separated by stone walls. There are no benches in the stands. Civilians can only stand in the stands to watch the gladiatorial fights. However, this does not stop the people from watching the gladiatorial games with enthusiasm. .

When we walked into the arena, we found that the stands below were already crowded with people. Civilians filled almost every inch of the stands below. Those civilians watching the arena seemed to have entered the state very early. They were so excited. Sing the songs of heroes before they go to war.

The lyrics roughly mean:

Soldiers on the battlefield! Courage will bless you...

Admired heroes! May you return triumphantly...

In the center of the arena, there is a circular duel area as big as four basketball courts. The compacted loess ground has long been cleaned by the young people, and some water has been sprinkled on the ground. There are round arched gates on the north and south sides, and the door is set There is an iron fence. Looking inside, you can see the gladiators sitting inside. Their naked upper bodies are rubbed with tung oil, and they only wear a rag around their waists, squatting behind the iron fence.

Every gladiator's eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and they grasped the iron fence with both hands and looked outside with cold eyes.

The guards on both sides of the iron fence are wearing heavy armor. Each one holds a spear in his hand and a Roman sword hanging on his waist. Each one wears a helmet and a mask on his head. This full-coverage armor is almost like imperial heavy armor. The standard equipment of the cavalry, but I didn't expect that the guards in the arena were also dressed like this.

Entering the stands of the arena, Lady Cecilia and Alia finally stopped bickering, and Scholar Yerkes and I were happy to be quiet.

Mrs. Alia pinched an agate-like grape with her white fingers, opened her red lips, and gently put it into her mouth. Her smart eyes looked left and right, always revealing her charming charm inadvertently. His eyes never stop at any one place, but he examines every place.

I lowered my head and carefully looked at the yellow soil in the arena to see if there were any traces of blood left on it. I felt that the venue had been cleaned a little too clean.

In the arena, the winner has the right to decide the life and death of the loser. The victor will obey the will of his master, and the lords who raise these gladiators usually refer to the opinions of three parties: the opinions of the powerful in the arena, the opinions of the people in the stands, and the will of the gods.

The last time I watched a gladiatorial battle was in the underground gladiatorial arena in El City, where I met Baoji and Hamasaki, the leaders of the Star Adventure Group, and killed them with my own hands. I also met the Minotaur Ruka. There was only an iron cage in the underground arena. Compared with the Imperial Capital Arena, it looked like a thatched cottage in the countryside or a royal palace.

At this moment, Aaliya touched me lightly, glanced towards the upper left stand, and said to me: "Look over there..."

My eyes followed hers and I saw a group of young aristocratic boys gathered under the pergola on the high platform. Each of them was accompanied by two beautiful aristocratic girls. These aristocratic boys were luxuriously dressed and seemed to be in high spirits. Very high-spirited, pointing and pointing below while talking and laughing.

The group of aristocratic youths were like stars holding the moon around a young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was wearing a set of dragon skin light armor, and his young face had a calmness that was different from that of his peers. There was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and I found that his eyebrows were very similar to Wells.

"Is he an Angelibald royal?" I asked Lady Alia.

Lady Aaliya said: "He is the most beloved son of His Royal Highness. If the eldest prince successfully succeeds to the throne, he will become the first heir to the Green Empire. Everyone calls him Little Charlie."

I said calmly: "Oh, he looks quite handsome."

I don't have much interest in knowing about the Angelibald royal family. If it weren't for Ying Li and Qi Ge, I would even stay away from them.

At this time, I saw a familiar figure next to Prince Charlie. The young man who proposed to Qige that I saw at the entrance of Qige's laboratory at the Magic Research Institute. He sat next to Prince Charlie and talked with him from time to time. We chatted a bit with Prince Charlie and I remembered his name: Ironside.

We didn't wait too long. A nobleman under the pergola climbed onto a high platform and hit a gong with a copper hammer.

"when"

"Dangdang"

"Dang Dang Dang"

The people in the surrounding stands immediately fell silent. He had a very loud voice and loudly announced that the first gladiatorial race was about to begin. He then began to introduce the two gladiators who came to different training grounds. I was not interested in what he said at all, and even Neither of the two gladiators' names were remembered, but Alia and Cecilia watched with great interest.

The nobleman only made some brief introductions, and the iron fence on the left side of the arena slowly opened, and a strong gladiator walked out from inside. He was unarmed when he entered the arena.

The gladiator had long hair and a burly figure. His tendon flesh was covered with crisscrossing scars. He was only wearing a black leather armor skirt and stood barefoot in the arena. He did not look like an imperial man. There were few people in the Green Empire who were as tall as him. He was at least two meters and a half tall. Although he was not as tall as the minotaurs and barbarians, he was not much different.

He had a hateful face, and his yellow-brown fangs protruded from his mouth in all directions. When he walked onto the stage, the people in the stands around him burst into deafening cheers, shouting: "fangs" "fangs" "fangs"!

I guess: this should be his nickname!

The girl named Jenny Cecilia asked me across the crowd: "Giga Magician, do you know where the gladiator named Fang came from?"

Scholar Yekis and I rarely watch this kind of gladiatorial fights, and we are unfamiliar with these foreigners. We can't help but look at each other.

"He came from the Scorpion Tribe deep in the Durva Desert on the western border of the empire. It is said that the ancestors of that tribe are descendants of sand bandits and barbarians. They have the natural brute force of barbarians and the tenacious vitality of sand bandits. Every Scorpion Tribe member is a natural warrior." Alia sat next to me and told the story slowly.

Jenny heard Mrs. Alia's explanation, and her eyes showed the loss that could not be concealed, but she said to Alia politely: "Thank you"!

I have a new look at Alia. She is busy with the business of textile workshops and rune board workshops all day, and she actually dabbles in these.

Alia smiled at me calmly. When I turned to look at her, I found that Betty, Alia's personal maid, was holding a square parchment with imperial characters written on it. I took it and took a quick look, and found that it was a profile of a gladiator.

Betty smiled at me playfully, pointed to the corridor outside the private room, and whispered: She got it from outside.

At this time, the iron fences on the other side of the arena were opened one after another, and a human warrior came out with a short sword. He was only wearing a pair of shorts that were almost rotten, and his feet were wrapped in animal skins. He walked out step by step steadily.

At the same time, cheers rang out from the stands around.

‘Grigori! …Grigori! …Grigori! ’

Everyone shouted his name together, as if welcoming a hero who had returned triumphantly.

I followed the gazes of the crowd and looked at this human gladiator. I found that on his not-so-strong chest and right arm, there were actually two magic patterns tattooed. A faint magic halo slowly flowed on the magic pattern lines. I didn't expect that this gladiator named "Grigori" was actually a magic swordsman.

Apparently, the Yekis scholar also noticed this. He couldn't help but stand up from his seat and stare at Grigori in the arena...