Journey of the Legendary Wizard

Fang Sheng felt that his head was about to explode.

He covered his forehead and let out a painful groan.

There was no flames soaring into the sky, no shouts of fear, and the environment in front of them was not the scene of the sudden explosion of the plane, but in front of a low and dilapidated house.

Some blond and blue-eyed people surrounded him, and on the ground lay the body of an old man.

"Maureen is really pitiful."

"Yeah, okay, why did old John die, hey, what should Maureen do now?"

There were a lot of people talking, with sympathy in their eyes. Fang Sheng had never heard this language, but he could understand what they meant.

A sharp pain came again, with many broken images, Fang Sheng felt like someone was using a giant axe to chop his head non-stop, which made him unbearable.

He staggered back a few steps, holding on to the door of the low house to keep himself from falling.

"Mo Lin, little Mo Lin, how are you, are you okay?" A middle-aged aunt quickly supported Fang Sheng with concern in her eyes.

"I'm... much better, Aunt Mary."

Fang Sheng looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he forced a smile.

He remembered very clearly that the last thing he saw was the sky-high fire caused by the explosion of the plane for some reason. In that case, no one could survive.

Combined with the memory that suddenly appeared in his mind, Fang Sheng knew that he had traveled through and came to a new and strange world.

The level of civilization in this world is similar to the Western Middle Ages, but unlike the Middle Ages of the Earth, there are mysterious forces here.

The name of his current body is Maureen. He was fourteen years old. He was originally an orphan. Later, he was brought up by Old John, and he also used Old John's surname, Olsen.

"Mauren Olsen." Fang Sheng read out his full name in his mind.

Old John and Morin lived in the slums of Skran City. Although they lived in poverty, at least they were able to survive. However, not long ago, when Old John died, Morin died of excessive grief just now, so he gave it to Fang Sheng. Opportunity to take.

He occupied the magpie's nest and was reborn in a new world.

Fang Sheng wanted to understand everything. Looking at the tattered corpse on the ground, with messy hair and an old face, he felt a sense of sadness. This was the body's instinctive reaction.

"Okay, Maureen, it's all over, it's okay, it's okay." Aunt Mary was comforting.

"Yes, little Morin, don't cry, you are a little man."

Andrew came over and rubbed Maureen's golden hair. He was Aunt Mary's husband, a blacksmith.

Maureen nodded. Looking at Old John's body, he couldn't help but reflect the time he spent with the old man. For a while, his expression was a little complicated.

"Uncle Andrew." Mo Lin thought for a while, looked at the tall and strong Andrew next to him, and said, "Can you help me? Buy me a coffin."

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "No problem, it's a small matter."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and tragic incidents happened every day in the slums. What happened to Mo Lin was just one of the things. At most, it became the talk of their mouths, and could not change anything.

After all, life has to go on.

Maureen walked into the low dilapidated hut and began to pack up.

Old John didn't leave much to Maureen, only some silver coins and messy shabby things. In addition, there was a small piece of white bread, which was a gift from Old John to Maureen yesterday.

The level of productivity in this world is not high, and white bread can only be enjoyed by nobles. This small piece of white bread was something that Mo Lin, who had lived in a slum since childhood, was simply unthinkable.

Maureen let out a breath, looked at the white bread, and smiled.

At this time, the dilapidated wooden door was suddenly kicked open.

"Mo Lin, where are you, Mo Lin, come out! Get out of here!"

A rude voice sounded, and then a stocky, bearded man burst in.

Maureen looked at the man and frowned. This man was called Angela. He was a well-known hooligan nearby.

"Angel, what do you have..." Maureen was about to ask something, but was interrupted by Angrey.

"Shut the fuck up!" Angela laughed, walked straight forward, grabbed the silver coins and the white bread, and said, "The white bread, and the silver coins, I didn't expect that John, this old immortal guy. You left something like this for your little brat. "

Maureen looked ugly and said, "Angel, what are you doing, these things are mine!"

"Yours?" Angel looked at Maureen with mockery in his eyes, and said, "Who said these things are yours, since I saw them, then these things are mine."

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Mo Lin with his fingers, and said, "Mo Lin, listen to me, and if it's yours, I'll break your leg!"

"Did you hear that!"

Angela stared fiercely.

"White bread is indeed something that only nobles can enjoy. It's really good. I, Angrey, will be able to eat white bread one day, tsk tsk."

Angela said, chewing on the white bread, and at the same time put the silver coins in his arms.

Maureen's face turned blue.

Because of the force, his clenched fist showed the pale knuckles.

"I thought it was just a simple visit to let you know this little brat, but I didn't expect that there are still these good things to take." Angele finished eating the white bread, clapped his hands, and said, "Mauren, Duke Your Excellency is about to start the banquet, hurry up, do you hear?"

"Don't be too late. You must know that the duke takes this banquet very seriously. It is said that the host is very special. What kind of mystery person is it? If it's too late..." Angela looked threateningly. Mo Lin glanced at it and said, "Hey, think about the consequences for yourself."

"Mo Lin, you must be honest with me, you know!"

Anglo rubbed his wrist, and immediately, the knuckles made a crackling sound.

After speaking, Angrey kicked open the wooden door and walked outside.

He patted his chest and laughed proudly when he heard the crisp sound of silver coins.

After listening to what Angel had said, Maureen thought of his own identity, a servant of the Duke of Skran in the city of Skran.

Moreover, because of the similar age, he also has a good friendship with Richard, the second young master of the Duke's mansion, and is considered a very good friend.

"Forget it, I'll go to the Duke's mansion first. After all, I've just come to this world and I'm not familiar with everything, so don't make any mistakes. As for other things... Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future."

Maureen looked at the direction of Angel's departure, and his eyes flashed slightly.

He simply packed up, changed into a servant's attire, and left the door.

Following his memory, Maureen came to the Duke's mansion.

"Hey, Maureen, here, I'm here, why are you here?" Maureen just appeared when a boy around fifteen or sixteen years old shouted loudly. He was the second son of the Duke of Skran, Richard.

"Master Richard." Maureen nodded slightly.

"Come on, come on, Maureen, let's go in." Richard pulled Morin and walked towards the duke's mansion. As he walked, he said, "Morin, do you know? This is a mysterious person. It is said that they are legendary wizards, I heard that they are very powerful, but my father respects them very much."

Before Maureen could react, he was pulled by Richard and entered the Duke's mansion.