Rebirth of a Noble Magician

Chapter 2: The Young Nobleman

With a flick of Evander's fingers, five balls of blue light instantly surfaced above his head, illuminating the cabin. Immediately after that, he gently waved his hand, and a small mirror made of floating water droplets aggregated immediately appeared in front of him.

Evander stared at himself in the mirror.

Short silver hair, blue eyes, ivory skin. The clothing was flashy. The red and green blouse was embroidered with gold flowers, and the hem was ruffled in a way that reminded Evander of the skirts worn by women.

A young nobleman?

He was now filled with question marks. He was pretty sure that he was dead. There was no doubt about it, as his flesh crumbled into dust in an attempt to ward off the backlash of the arcane power.

A growl snapped Evander out of his musings.

"How did you do that? How could a scum of the Marcus family use silent magic!" The eldest drew his sword from its scabbard, and the other four each drew their weapons as well.

Several unpleasant howls instantly rang out from the originally silent cabin.

"Catch him! Ahhhhhh!"

The four men ran in Evander's direction.

After self-checking, Evander found that the current mana pool of this body was very small. The few small spells he had just cast had consumed almost half of his mana. Compared to his previous self, this body's mana pool could be called "none".

"It won't take magic to clean up a few of you," Evander thought to himself.

He flicked his fingertips once again, and the ball of light above his head immediately disappeared. Darkness instantly enveloped the entire wooden house, and the thumping sound of heavy fists hitting flesh rang out dozens of times in succession. A few seconds later, there was no movement within the wooden house.

At that moment, the Boss was hiding in the corner by the door, shivering. He now regretted very much why he was stupid enough to lock the door with a chain before.

At that moment, a cold hand pinched his neck. Instantly, he felt all the strength in his limbs and bones being drained away. He tried to scream, but couldn't make any sound.

"It's a waste of time to ask you," came a voice from the darkness, "I'll grab your memories."

Capture memories? There was no such magic! The Boss found the young noble's words absurd, but it was his ignorance that proved to be the most absurd.

"Now, sleep."

***

Evander was slowly calming himself. After revealing the Boss's relevant memories, he realized that this body he now possessed belonged to a young noble of the Marcus family. This young noble was infamous: he would beat up every commoner who didn't see eye to eye, as well as harass every pretty woman in the territory.

Magically, many captured memories were usually fragmented and vague, which made Evander surprised that he could still see so many of the misdeeds this body had committed, given the limitations of the species.

The truth of the matter was mostly that the true owner of this body died at the hands of these bandits. For some mysterious reason, Evander's soul took over this body. It was a magical experience that he had never experienced before; after all, Evander didn't believe in the afterlife, which was why he kept pursuing immortality when he was young.

Who would have thought that people would actually have an afterlife? Evander giggled.

"Interesting."

"So, this is the Lucas Kingdom, right?" Evander muttered. He didn't remember such a kingdom at all.

Was this the same world? A different continent? Or a different timeline? Or an entirely different time and space?

Evander was trembling with excitement. His current body was very young, probably only fifteen or sixteen years of age. He still had plenty of time to explore this brand-new world.

He summoned a pebble-sized ball of light from his palm.

"Just as I thought." He sighed.

This body had low mana, almost like an ordinary person. The series of simple magic spells he had cast earlier had almost drained his mana pool.

If he was to continue exploring this world, he would need a much stronger mana pool. It was better to cultivate this body first. He had to take things step by step.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and there seemed to be more than ten people coming.

Evander extinguished the ball of light in his palm, and darkness once again enveloped the interior of the cabin. Using his remaining magic, he enhanced his senses. Soon, he heard muffled chatter outside the door.

"He's still alive, isn't he?"

"Of course! He has to be alive! If Lord Drakus finds out his son is dead, he'll kill us to vent his anger!"

"Maybe not ..... I mean ...... Everyone got ready to move on my signal."

Evander realized that these men must be what the bandits called the "Close Guard". They seemed to have come to rescue themselves.

"Fascinating." Evander couldn't help but laugh softly.

He hurriedly laid down on the ground and pretended to be unconscious. Life had suddenly given him a second chance, and he had to enjoy it first. He wondered where his future would go if he used this body.

Bang!

The sound of a wooden door shattering rang out. Evander didn't have to open his eyes to feel several silhouettes storming into the room.

"These people..."

"Who did this?"

Seeing that the enemy who should have resisted fiercely had fallen unconscious, the nearby guards were at a loss.

"Young master is here! Come here quickly!"

Evander felt two large hands lifting him up. He continued to close his eyes and wait for things to unfold. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a hidden smile.

"How is the young master doing?"

"Looks fine, no injuries, none at all!"

"Damn." Evander almost bit his tongue.

He had forgotten about the healing spell he had just cast. Not a single scratch on his body would surely arouse suspicion. He reprimanded himself repeatedly in his mind. How could he forget such an important thing?

"Thank the gods! If anything had happened to Lord Drakus' son, he would have killed us?!"

Evander thought the man's tone sounded rather childish, as if the words "kill us" were no big deal.

Then, someone gently shook his shoulder.

Great! No more pretending to be asleep.

Slowly, Evander opened his eyes. He pretended to be confused and looked around.

There were a total of eight people in front of him. Unlike the bandits, this group was clad in sky-blue cloaks, and the leather armor on their chests was emblazoned with a coat of arms in the style of a rose and shield. They all appeared to be soldiers, but there was one exception. It was a kindly old man wearing a single piece of eye and a rough robe.

"Young Master!" The old man shouted.

"What happened?" Evander pretended to be puzzled.

"Young master, you are safe and sound, it's great!" The old man was a bit emotional, "We've been looking for you for days!"

"You're finally here, I've been here for a long time ......" Evander pretended to be intimate.

He looked over at the unconscious bandits, mechanically widening his eyes and opening his mouth again. Trying to act surprised to the core.

"They're all passed out," the old man's brow furrowed and his eyes turned cold, "Young Master, what the hell is going on here?"

"I don't know."

The crowd looked at each other in disbelief.

"But young master-"

"Stop," Evander put his hand on his forehead, "I feel a little dizzy, please take me home."

"Of course, you must have suffered a great deal." The old man lowered his head, then turned to the cloaked soldiers, "Captain Sonande, please escort the young master to the carriage and arrange for a physician to examine him. Leave two more people down to deal with these guys on the ground with me."

Evander left the cabin on the front foot and started casting magic on the back foot. He increased his hearing and eavesdropped on the movements in the cabin.

"Mr Gaston, what should we do with these people?"

"I talked to the knights of the Royal Knights before I came here, these people should just be petty thieves," the old man's voice carried a few hints of majesty, "It doesn't matter the way of getting them to give up the masterminds behind this. After that, you can kill them."

"As you command."