The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities Chapter 246

Chapter 246 Teacher, you taught me so well

Night, Dawn Castle.

After sending off the two uninvited guests, Laxana told Silas to retreat and sat alone on the throne, lost in thought.

"Teacher, do you think we need to pay attention to what Lucian said?"

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

A steady voice sounded in Laxana's mind:

"If it's what he said, the only person they need is you."

"yes."

Laxana smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I'm not the kind little girl I used to be. If it were a few years ago, I would definitely agree without hesitation."

Lucian offered to let her join the camp of expelling the shadows, and stated that she was the brightest person the other party had ever seen.

He is also the one with the most hope of fighting against the shadows.

but

Now she can't leave Demacia behind, because of the possibility of saving the world, she hastily and desperately

Her gaze swept across the eight vacant seats below, and especially stopped for a long time in the position of the Grand Marshal:

"Saving the world. It's a bloodthirsty goal. But my heart is small enough to hold Demacia."

Laxanna finally made her own decision and ignored the requests of Lucian and others.

Unlike Lucian and the others, she did not think that the king of Shadow Island could make too many waves.

If there is really a problem.

"Teacher Noxian Empire, what do you think about this matter?"

Her gaze returned to the magic book by her hand, and her hand rubbed lightly on it.

When she asked this sentence, Laksana's mind flooded with countless memories, all of which were pictures of her teacher teaching her.

Without the presence of her teacher, she can't imagine what she would be like, but what is certain is that she will never be as good as she is today.

For this, Laxana is extremely grateful.

Even though she had expectations in her heart for what happened next, she still looked forward to the outcome of both.

A blue trickle poured out from the magic book, and in front of Laksana, it condensed into a figure formed by a stream of water:

"Laxana. You've grown up!"

Laxana slowly stood up from the throne, her body was shaking slightly because of some emotion, but she still insisted on standing up.

Stubborn eyes looked directly at the face of the figure in front of her, just as she had expected. It was not the first time they met, and they had even met too many times.

Suddenly, a bright smile bloomed on her face, just as she had rehearsed countless times in her heart, she lifted her skirt and bowed slightly, and gave an extremely standard student salute to the person opposite:

"Mr. Meredith, your most distinguished student, Demacia Laxana Crownguard, send you my best regards!"

Ryan Meredith.

The most powerful mage in Runeterra, the founder of Rune Magic, and the Councilor of Noxus Trifali

Countless titles can express the talent of the person in front of you.

She realized this as early as when she met Laxana the other day.

In other words, Ryan's appearance that day allowed her to face up to the fact that she had always wanted to avoid.

After more than ten years of getting along day and night, she already knew in her heart that the soul of the magic book, whether in tone of voice or habits, was exactly the same as Ryan back then.

His teacher is still exactly the same as it was more than ten years ago, and the years seem to have left no traces on his face.

"Laxana, looking at your appearance, it seems that this encounter with us has been rehearsed countless times." Ryan smiled.

Laxana shook her head and sighed: "Perhaps, I hope that the teacher will give me a denial answer. Even if I already know the truth."

"As my student, you have the right to know everything, and I don't have to hide it."

From Ryan's words, Laxana heard his calmness.

Yeah he never hid his identity from her.

The corners of Laxana's mouth curved quietly: "Teacher, if I were still the little girl from the Crown Guard's family, I might be ecstatic to hear your identity. But"

"Teacher, you taught me so well!"

Clang!

A silver light flashed.

Standing beside the throne, the sword that symbolized the kingship of Demacia was pulled out by Laxana and aimed at the person in front of her.

Facing the tip of the sword so close at hand, Ryan's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he even looked like he had known it for a long time.

His hand opened slightly, and a long knife with the Noxus emblem appeared in his hand.

"Teacher, you taught me how to cast my first magic and how to become a qualified mage. Besides, you also taught me how to be a Demacian and how to save my country. "

Laxana raised her head as she spoke, her hand holding the long sword with determination.

The energy of light magic was attached to it, and the Demacian King's Sword shone brightly.

Under Ryan's training, she is by no means an ordinary mage who can only cast magic.

Swords, fighting, spells, crossbows, riding, knowledge, national policy, insight.

As she herself said, Ryan taught her so well.

Ding! !

The long knife collided with the king sword, making a crisp sound of gold and iron meeting.

The aftermath of the collision between the two quickly spread outward, but they all hit the white mask, and eventually disappeared, and no movement was heard.

Laxana looked resolute, waving the long sword in her hand, attached to her magic, and slashed at Ryan mercilessly.

Ryan is the most important person in her life, and Demacia is also the most important place in her life.

For this reason, she is willing to use the sword that symbolizes the kingship of Demacia to face her most beloved teacher today.

Ryan's expression remained the same, even if it was just a wisp of remnant soul, the long knife in his hand was so airtight that Laxanna's attack was not effective at all.

"In terms of sword skills, you are far superior to the lady of the Laurent family."

The corners of Laxana's mouth twitched slightly, and the attack speed of the long sword in her hand was a little faster.

She still remembered the poor swordsmanship she showed when she approached Miss Laurent in the future, it would look like a complete beginner.

Who would have thought that the weak Miss Crown Guard was actually a master of swordsmanship.

She has always agreed with what her teacher said:

"A strong person has no weakness."

Zheng!

The sword in Laxana's hand groaned softly, and several rays of light were thrown out, condensing into several light spots in the air, from which a dazzling beam of light was emitted, shooting straight down at Ryan.

"The use of spells has not fallen, and you have done a good job of hiding your true attack."

The very good beam illuminated the parliament hall brightly, and the shields formed by the condensed water flow blocked in front of the beam and blocked it.

In this environment that makes people unable to open their eyes, a sword silently rushes towards Ryan's heart.

It was only an inch away, but it was blocked by a long knife.

Ding!

The water flow long knife crossbar on Ryan's chest didn't seem to collide with anything, but it made a soft sound.

In front of him, Laxana held the rapier in her right hand, with a little regret on her face.

Using light magic, she concealed the trail of the long sword, and even used the light beam to hide her figure.

Even so, it didn't hurt Ryan in the slightest.

But after this attack, it can be clearly seen that Ryan's body, which is condensed by water, has faded a lot.

Laxanna didn't continue to attack, but hesitant on her face.

The other party already looks like it will dissipate at any time. She may only need to attack once, and she can completely wipe out the remnant of Ryan's soul.

Her complexion changed a few times, and the sword in her hand was slowly lifted.

If she can defeat her teacher, she believes that the shadow of Noxus over Demacia can at least dissipate a lot.

But in the end, her sword was slowly put down.

bass!

She sighed lightly and put the long sword in her scabbard.

"Teacher, I lost!"

Can't do it.

The previous few swords were already the limit of what she could do.

The person in front of her is the teacher who has accompanied her all the way until now, and taught her to become what she is now.

"You're still as kind as before." Ryan shook his head.

He is just a remnant of the soul that was separated into the temptation scroll in the early years, and it cannot be considered too strong.

Even with Laxana's constant cultivation, her energy is still very limited.

As long as Laxana was wielding a sword, the energy he had left was absolutely unstoppable.

Laxana knew this too, but in the end, she found that she still couldn't get the last sword out.

Laxanna had a complicated expression and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Demacia and her teacher

It seems that she made another wrong choice.

"Laxana, you are very good. I am looking forward to seeing your back in pursuit of magic."

The long knife in Ryan's hand gradually dissipated, and the hand that seemed to be dissipating stretched forward and touched Laksana's golden hair.

Laxana didn't resist, she felt in a trance that she had returned to more than ten years ago and saw the man who accompanied her like a father and a friend.

"As for Demacia." Ryan's figure gradually disappeared, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Go for it, Laxana, do everything you can to dispel the influence of Noxus on Demacia. And This is the first challenge of my most outstanding apprentice, Laxana Crownguard, the Radiant Queen of Demacia."

After speaking, his figure slowly dissipated this remnant soul, and he also completed his mission.

For more than ten years, he has cultivated an excellent mage, a decent noble lady, and a rising new king.

Laxanna looked at the dissipated Ryan and slumped on the throne in a loss.

Her fingertips slid lightly over the magic book, but she no longer felt any trace of her teacher.

She is out of school.

Shadow Island.

In the dark and dark space, the vast black mist spreads boundlessly.

Without warning, a soft and melodious music sounded from the black mist.

Foyego is very familiar with this tune. It is a brass-colored music box. Rotating the bottom of the box clockwise will produce such a melody.

Many things were forgotten in his mind, but he remembered this old music box—the gift he received on his wedding day.

The queen liked it very much, and placed it on the low cabinet beside the bed. In the morning and evening, the queen would rotate the bottom and let the music flow in the bedroom.

Sometimes she sings softly in the morning light, other times she combs her long silky flaxen hair.

her face

Foyego couldn't count the number of times this was the first time he thought of her beauty.

The corner of her lips, the tenderness in her smile, reflected a whole world that made him peaceful and happy.

Whenever Foyego thinks back to her, she doesn't look the same.

Sometimes, her eyes were too wide apart and her cheeks were too narrow; sometimes, the calluses common to seamstresses disappeared from her hands; sometimes, her hands were rough and deformed by the grip of the scissors and the thimble.

Sometimes she wears soft silk, sometimes just a simple smock, and sometimes she's naked.

Her appearance is fickle, but always the same, she has never been real, but she has always been close at hand.

Foyego's chest is empty, he no longer has a heart, only a ghost leaf remains, which is torn again every time he recalls the past.

The music was still lingering and reverberating in the black fog, and it was whispering something to him. It seemed to be saturated with sadness, endless and immeasurable sadness.

Foyego's heart hurts so much, a desperate roar of suffocation, depression, and anger.

Where is his love, his queen?

She is the only star, watching over his long road.

Since her departure, all that remains ahead is darkness and scorched ruins.

He understood now that the black mist was his heavy and unending grief, pouring out of his broken heart.

The black mist has witnessed his love and the touching times that have long passed. It is far more than that, and it is always reminding him of everything he has been deprived of.

The vast fog was his endless and boundless grief.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

"Isolde, my love, my favorite!"

"Isolde, where are you?"

"Why don't you come back to me?"

In the quagmire of death, the dilapidated confusion, Foyego was never afraid. He was afraid that he would never be able to hold that pair of warm hands again, and never see those pair of star-filled eyes again.

At the end of the black mist, his queen was waiting.

Dilapidated, no one in the world can stop it, Isolde, wait for me! wait for me

Deng, Deng, Deng—

The terrifying sound of chains slicing across the ground echoed through the stone walls.

Inside and outside the stone wall, an unnatural mist was shrouded in it, and a terrifying ghostly evil spirit came to the broken wall. .

The evil spirit raised the lantern in his hand~www.mtlnovel.com~ not to illuminate the surroundings, but to see the inside of the lantern.

The inside of the lantern is like a bright starry sky, with thousands of green **** flashing.

Under the gaze of the evil spirit, the ball flew wildly, as if trying to avoid the cruel gaze of the other party.

The corners of the evil spirit's cold and hard mouth formed a creepy smirk, revealing gleaming fangs, and every star was his treasure.

He put down the lantern and moved closer to the center of the fog.

Approaching, the iron lock and the lantern broke away from the evil spirit's palm and floated around him.

The evil spirit stared at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out sharp fingers, grabbed the hilt of the sword stuck on the ground, and then twisted it violently.

click-

Sword, loose.

The surrounding fog was violently surging, and it seemed that the clamor was even louder.

Chapter end

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