Another World: The Failed Magician

The Loka Federation and the Silver Dragon Empire are separated by the Desbel Desert, the largest desert on the entire continent.

It is precisely because of the existence of this desert that, although conflicts between the two countries continue, they have not yet escalated to the point of life and death.

And right here in this vast desert lies a small human nation called Hofnorn.

Perhaps it was precisely because it was so weak that this small country miraculously survived between two behemoths.

At this time, the sun had just set, and there were hardly any pedestrians left on the streets of Hofnos.

At this moment, outside an ordinary tavern, a teenager who looked to be in his teens was inside the tavern, looking out from the outside.

After watching for a while, the boy turned and went back into the tavern.

Then, the boy's gaze shifted to the tavern counter.

An elderly man dressed simply sat at the counter.

The boy hesitated for a moment after seeing the old man before speaking slowly.

"Grandpa Mowei, there aren't many people on the street today, so why don't we close up shop?"

After hearing this, the old man remained silent and pondered for a while.

"Let's wait a little longer."

Upon hearing this, the boy casually found a seat and sat down. His eyes darted around the tavern with boredom. Seeing the empty tavern, he simply slumped onto the table.

At that moment, an old man dressed in a pure white robe walked in.

The old man looked quite advanced in years, but he walked with a steady gait and his back was still straight. He didn't look like an elderly person at all.

After entering the tavern, the old man sat down in the seat closest to the door.

"It's still the same as before."

The old man's voice was calm, but it always gave the impression that he was giving orders.

Upon seeing that guests had arrived, the boy's face instead showed displeasure.

For the past week, this old man has been visiting his family's pub every day. But each time he comes, he only orders the cheapest drink. And he sits there for a long time.

Only after the old man at the counter gave the boy a stern look did the boy get up from the table and reluctantly fetch a cheap drink from the kitchen.

After placing the drinks where the old man was, he returned to his original spot and lay down.

After receiving the drink, the old man did not immediately drink it as he usually did, but kept his eyes fixed on the entrance of the tavern.

The boy, who was slumped over the table, also noticed the old man's unusual behavior. He curiously turned his gaze toward the doorway.

But the entrance was still empty, with nothing particularly interesting about it.

The boy watched for a while, then lost interest.

After a while, there was finally some noise coming from the doorway.

An old man slowly walked into the tavern.

Realizing there were guests, the boy got up and looked towards the door.

This sight startled the boy.

At this moment, an old man stood at the door. This old man was very burly, like a huge brown bear.

The boy looked at the bear-like old man and hesitated to approach him for a moment.

The old man didn't seem to mind. He walked directly to the nearest seat in front of the door and sat down, exchanging a glance with the old man from before.

Seeing the somewhat frightened boy, the old brown bear smiled.

"Give me a drink like this old guy's."

Upon hearing this, the boy didn't hesitate at all. He immediately ran to the kitchen, hurriedly brought out a glass of the same drink, and placed it on the table.

"Thank you."

"Need not."

The boy stepped aside and looked at the two elderly people at the table with curiosity in his eyes.

Unfortunately, the two elderly people didn't exchange a single word after exchanging a glance at each other at the beginning, which made the young man begin to doubt whether the two knew each other.

The two then tacitly finished their drinks.

"Please settle the bill."

Upon hearing the old man, who resembled a brown bear, speak, the young man immediately approached without hesitation.

After the old man paid for the two drinks, the two left the tavern together as if by unspoken agreement.

So, do those two actually know each other? They've already paid, so they must know each other. If they do know each other, why haven't they said a single word?

The boy stared at the doorway with a puzzled expression.

"Ouch."

The boy looked behind him with dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa Mowei, didn't I tell you not to keep hitting my head? It'll make me stupid."

At this moment, the old man at the counter had already walked behind the boy.

"Close the door."

"Oh."

Then, the boy closed the tavern's wooden door with some dissatisfaction.

At this moment, the street outside the tavern was deserted except for the two old men who had just been there.

"White, you're so slow."

"I'm mainly curious. Why did you appear in Hoflon alone without any attempt to conceal your presence? And why were you so sure I would come?"

"It's simple. Besides you, does the Loca Federation have anyone else available right now? In my opinion, they're probably already overwhelmed by Obsidian's troubles, aren't they?"

"So what is your purpose?"

Polier did not answer White's question, but instead walked towards the edge of the city.

Seeing this, White followed.

The two slowly walked out of the city and arrived at a desolate desert.

At this point, Polier stopped walking.

"To be honest, White, you've really impressed me. I could tell you didn't make a move in the city before because you were afraid of hurting innocent people, but I didn't expect you to still not make a move now."

"It won't hurt to let you live a little longer, since the outcome will be the same anyway."

"Hahaha!"

Polier laughed.

"You're still as arrogant as ever."

"So, can you answer my question now?"

"You old codger, you took on a student from the Eastern Dragon Empire four years ago, didn't you?"

White wasn't surprised at all that Polier knew about Li Mengyu's existence.

“Your student has been targeted by Lokak at some point. He even went so far as to use the Silver Dragon Clan to pressure me into personally dealing with your student.”

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in White's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Well, you're quite interesting. You just came over so openly and honestly?"

"His reason for giving me this is that your student will pose a threat to the Silver Dragon Clan in the future."

"so what?"

“I have served the Silver Dragon for 500 years, and I think that is enough as repayment. Besides, I have no future now, so what does the future have to do with me? What will happen to the Silver Dragon in the future? I no longer care. I would rather continue our battle that we have not yet decided.”

After saying that, Polier took out a long, azure-blue sword from his spatial ring.

Upon hearing that the other party was after him, White actually breathed a sigh of relief.

"I never expected to hear such words from you, you old bastard. Well, that's fine. I was going to see you anyway in a couple of days. This saves me a lot of trouble."

Before the words were even finished, Dean White struck first, appearing suddenly in front of Polier with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. A fist flew swiftly toward his face.

Polier reacted swiftly, immediately meeting White's fist with his longsword.

Although Pollier caught White's attack, he was also knocked back a few steps.

However, White did not take advantage of this opportunity to press his advantage.

Just moments after the collision, a gruesome gash appeared on White's fist. Blood was flowing from it continuously.

"White, you've regressed too much over the years. I'm a little disappointed in you."

"Indeed, as people get older, they are not as good as they used to be. After all, if you were still the same as before, how would you have had the courage to appear in front of me?"

Polier's face visibly darkened.

The azure longsword emitted a dazzling blade light as it hurtled straight toward White.

White sidestepped the blade.

At that very moment, Polier rushed in front of White, his long sword pointed directly at White's heart.

With nowhere left to retreat, White met the approaching longsword with his other fist.

Just as the fist struck the azure longsword, the sword unleashed a terrifying blade of light, as if it would tear White to shreds.

Faced with this scene, White no longer held back; his muscles bulged, instantly ripping his clothes apart. A terrifying aura burst forth from his body.

He threw a punch straight at the terrifying blade of light.

The terrifying blade of light was actually shattered by White's punch. But White's punch didn't end there. His fist slammed straight towards Polier.

Polier seemed not to have anticipated this outcome and was stunned for a moment.

He had no choice but to hurriedly hold the back of the knife in front of him.

Then, the fist slammed into the back of the knife.

Then, with a loud bang, Polier was thrown back dozens of meters, his feet embedding themselves deeply in the yellow sand. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The azure longsword in his hand shattered completely at that moment.

White, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity slip by, and was preparing to give chase when...

At this moment, a strong fighting spirit appeared in Polier's eyes.

“That’s more like it, White.”

Then, the pounding of a heartbeat echoed like thunder throughout the desert.

The sound of his heartbeat actually affected White, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks as he prepared to give chase.

Polier's injuries healed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pupils, which were originally normal, have now turned into vertical pupils, bursting with golden light, as if a golden flame is burning.

Silver scales quickly covered Polier's entire body, like a silvery-white armor.

The terrifying aura of the dragon instantly permeated the entire desert.

Upon sensing this aura, the other animals in the desert all lay prone on the ground, too afraid to move an inch.

White's eyes were filled with apprehension at that moment.

In that instant, Polier appeared out of thin air in front of White. With his scale-covered fist, he charged towards White with lightning speed.

White seemed surprised that he could move so quickly, and could only barely protect himself with his hands.

Then came the sound of bones cracking.

White stumbled back several meters.

Dean White was defeated head-on by Polier for the first time in their confrontation.

Polier didn't give chase; he stood still, enjoying White's disheveled state. His eyes were on White like a cat toying with a mouse.

The situation between the two reversed in an instant.

……

Outside an ordinary flower shop, Li Mengyu gazed worriedly at the bustling street.

She didn't even respond when customers called her to buy flowers.

Just as a teenager was about to step forward and say something, a middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder and shook his head at him.

Afterwards, the guests slowly walked out of the flower shop.

Li Mengyu, however, remained oblivious, staring blankly at the street.

Li Mengyu also came to this small town as a florist.

For the past two weeks, the town has been very peaceful, and Li Mengyu has not found any trace of An Yao.

According to past practice, Dean White should have appeared at this time.

Every two weeks, Dean White would make a special trip to see Li Mengyu, and only after repeatedly confirming that she was alright would he assign her a new task.

But now that the appointed time has arrived, Dean White has yet to appear.

This has never happened before.

Li Mengyu was very worried about Dean White's situation, but she didn't know what to do.

The girl looked anxiously down the street, trying to find that familiar figure.

But even as the sun completely set, the girl still hadn't seen the person she most wanted to see.

Even as night deepened, the girl remained standing in front of the flower shop, staring blankly at the deserted street.

At that moment, a patrolling guard noticed something was wrong with the girl.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The girl shook her head, unwilling to speak.

"Alright, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I'll be patrolling around here. If you need any help, feel free to call me anytime."

After speaking, seeing that the girl still refused to speak, the guard had no choice but to continue patrolling other areas.

After the guards left, Li Mengyu remained standing at the entrance of the flower shop, unwilling to leave. She was afraid that if Dean White came to the flower shop after she left and didn't see her, he would worry.

……

At this moment, a boy sitting at his desk is intently staring at his hands.

A ball of white flame appeared out of thin air in the palm of his right hand.

The white flame flickered on and off for a few seconds before finally coming to rest in mid-air.

The boy took a deep breath and slowly raised his left hand.

Then another ball of black flame appeared in the palm of his left hand.

Unlike the white flames, the black flames remained steadily suspended in mid-air after they appeared.

Upon seeing this scene, the boy was incredibly excited; he could feel his hands trembling slightly.

Even though she was happy, tears kept streaming down her face.

Rogge, standing behind him, was slightly stunned when he saw two familiar flames hovering in mid-air.

Then, the old man's eyes were filled with memories. At that moment, the figure of the boy at the desk began to overlap with the image of the person in his memory.

Maybe this is fate.