I'm a druid in Type Moon

Lynn frowned, thinking about a solution in his mind, and his brows slowly relaxed.

"In short, all we need to do is to eliminate the evil on earth!"

Merlin looked at Lynn's determined eyes and nodded.

"Of course, if you can make the branches of the World Tree take root under the nourishment of the dragon's body, and use it to fix the True Aether in the entire British land. Even if the Age of Gods has ended, the remaining True Aether can still last for several years. With this time, many things will have room for buffering!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Lin En no longer hesitated. He turned around to say goodbye to Altria, but saw that she was surrounded by knights.

"Forget it, it's not a farewell forever anyway!"

Lin En said as he took a step forward and leaned against the tree. As the tree continued to grow, Lin En's body was gradually swallowed by the trunk, and his natural consciousness was also invested in the tree at this time.

The wildly growing tree seemed to have gained wisdom. Its body above the ground stopped growing, but its roots below the ground began to spread in all directions. The tiny roots wrapped around the soil around it, and the land was fixed into a whole wherever it went. The true ether that was originally dissipating rapidly was also fixed in the land.

"Wish you a good dream!" Merlin looked at the green tree canopy above his head and whispered a blessing. He lowered his head and picked up the oak staff that Lin En had left for him. This was a symbol of the power of the Archdruid, similar to the Pope's scepter. Without this thing, someone might rebel again in the name of the Druids.

Nine emerald green leaves danced in the wind, and Merlin turned around and walked towards the crowd that was still celebrating.

Sorry, I have a cold, so this is just one update today!

The End of Ideals: Prologue

One year passed, two years passed, three years passed!

After losing their high priest, Britain was still immersed in the prosperity. King Arthur, who defeated his last opponent, returned to his Camelot, where the Knights of the Round Table gathered to witness the birth of a new dynasty.

It was an unprecedented era in British history. The whole of Britain was under the rule of Camelot, and the Knights of the Round Table, who symbolized virtue, were doing justice everywhere and expelling monsters beyond human reason.

Even invaders from distant countries were defeated by King Arthur, the land had abundant harvests year after year, and everyone was immersed in the glory of the prosperous times.

And just like that, five years passed.

The oak tree of Britain still stands there, and the young man who should have returned is still sleeping in the earth.

The great sage who taught King Arthur was imprisoned in Avalon, and the witch on the high tower walked out of her workshop.

King Arthur lost his scabbard, and the afterglow of the Age of Gods finally disappeared. The land yields decreased the following year, and the people complained bitterly.

Then, the knights placed their last hope on the legendary Holy Grail. The light of God finally shone on this land, and the temple in the forest disappeared from people's memory.

The knight who bore the name of disaster returned the Holy Grail, but the king who was chasing after his former glory led his troops to occupy the land again.

Then the peace was broken and war broke out again.

And just like that, ten years passed.

The invaders were defeated, but the price was that the people of the land starved to death.

The ideal city is full of lies and desires, and the knights who admire the king finally take the forbidden step.

The prosperous era collapsed at an unimaginable speed. The Knights of the Round Table killed each other, and the girl who admired the king ended the king's life with her own life.

The only ones who witnessed this ending were the last knight, the witch behind the scenes, and the lonely magician in the tower.

The oak trees of Britain still stand there.

Until one day, an old man in gorgeous clothes walked under the oak tree that had never withered and poured a cup of scarlet liquid on the roots that were exposed above the ground.

"We will build our own kingdom here, and the blood of this enemy will be used as rent for a thousand years!"

The magicians built their secret realm around the oak. They erected tall bell towers and dug into the earth to hide their secrets.

They sorted out the mysterious threads and bound the scope of truth with the twelve disciplines.

They used this as their base to gather like-minded people from all over the world, hide their own traces, establish their own army, promulgate special laws, and build their own kingdom.

Until one day, the boy sleeping in the oak tree woke up. He opened his scarlet eyes and looked at this strange country.

And on that day, the old man who had disappeared for a long time appeared again. He walked in front of the young man and revealed the truth of the world to him.

"Hey! Little guy, do you want to be my student?"

So the boy was adopted again.

As time went by and the times changed, the steam engine changed the world, and was replaced by electricity. The original invaders and defenders merged together and became the masters of this land.

The center of the world has changed again and again, but the eyes of the old man and the young man are still fixed here.

Waiting, a thousand years later, for the end of the ideal.

Added a prologue

The End of the Ideal: Chapter 1: The Administrator of the Great Library

"Classmate, it's almost closing time!"

Weber Velvet was awakened from his deep sleep. He rubbed his eyes in confusion and saw a man in uniform standing in front of him.

Waver shuddered and immediately sat up straight, only to find that the man in front of him was not the strict mentor he had imagined, and he was not in the familiar El-Melloi classroom.

As far as he could see, there were shelves made of solid wood, with books placed on them. Judging from the wear and tear on the books, these books were already quite old. But they were still intact, except for the covers that had faded a little.

"what!"

Weber opened his mouth, then he remembered that he was now in the large library of the Clock Tower. His speech in class today was once again ridiculed by everyone, even though he brought up examples of famous people in history.

I was so angry that I had to go to the library to look for evidence. Unexpectedly, I was so obsessed with it that I didn't even know when I fell asleep.

Weber glanced out the window. It was already pitch black. It seemed to be very late.

"Classmate, I'm standing right here. Isn't it a bit rude of you to keep silent?"

The voice rang in Weber's ears again, and Weber looked at the person next to him.

He had an impression of this person, the librarian, and he could occasionally see him at the counter when borrowing books. But that was all, and it was the first time he had spoken to him, and he didn't expect it to be in such an occasion.

"I'm so sorry, teacher! I'll pack up and leave immediately!"

As he spoke, Weber lowered his head and began to organize his things. The first thing he saw was an open book with an obvious puddle of water on the white paper.

Waver's face instantly turned red, and shame instantly surged onto his cheeks.

"I'm really sorry. I will compensate you. How much will it cost?"

He bowed all the way down, closed his eyes and prayed for the blessing of the gods.

"I hope it's not too expensive. My pocket money is a bit tight this month!"

Lin En looked at the serious boy in front of him and suddenly wanted to tease him.

"I remember I only paid fifteen pounds for this book!"

Weber's face lit up with joy. Although fifteen pounds was not a small sum, he could still afford it.

"But last month I remember someone offered five thousand pounds to buy the book from me!"

Weber felt like his heart was about to stop beating. Five thousand pounds might not be a big deal for those magician families with a long history, but for a magician like himself who only had a third generation of inheritance, it was a big sum. How long would it take him to save that much money?

Seeing the boy's expression that looked like he was about to cry, Lin En couldn't help but smile and gave another plan.

"If you can restore this book with magic, I can let you go!"

"really?"

Weber stopped the tears that were about to flow down his face and looked at Lin En as if he was looking at a life-saving straw.

"Of course!"

Lynn said with a smile.

So Waver rolled up his sleeves, placed his hands on top of the book, closed his eyes, and activated the magic circuits in his body.

"Please listen to my request, obey my command, and gather in my hands!"

The original function of the basic water-summoning magic was to gather the moisture in the air and form a ball of water. However, Weber's method was to transfer the source of the moisture to the soaked paper, extract the moisture from it, and achieve the purpose of repair.

Weber opened his eyes and looked at the small water ball in his hand with a satisfied smile.

"Then, I'll leave first!"

He bowed to Lin En again, then took his things and left, not forgetting to throw the small water ball in his hand out of the window.

"The idea is quite good, but the thinking is not rigorous enough!"

Lin En looked at the boy's back as he left, picked up the book on the table, and keenly smelled an indescribable smell.

Lin En frowned and wanted to destroy it instantly, but as if he thought of something, he raised his hand.

"Forget it. This book is considered an ancient book in this country. I'd better keep it."

So, under Lin En's will, the water elements in the atmosphere automatically gathered, wrapped the books in it, and after cleaning them inside and out, they left again under Lin En's command.

Looking at the books on the table, except for some fading, they are almost as good as new.

"That's the end of today's work!"

Lin En nodded with satisfaction, put the books back in a far place, and then turned off the lights in the library. After checking again, he locked the door of the library and walked out of the clock tower.

In this world, there is an organization called the Magic Association. It is a self-defense group formed by people who learn magic. Its mission is to manage and conceal magic in name only, and to develop it. It has armed forces to protect itself from threats (the church, magic groups other than itself, and strange beings that punish people who break taboos), and it has a research institute for the further development (or decline) of magic. It has enacted laws to suppress crimes committed by magic.

The association consists of three parts.

Clock tower.

The Giant's Cave (Atlas Courtyard).

Wandering Sea (Moving Coffin).

In name, the Clock Tower is the headquarters of the Magic Association, but in reality the three are independent of each other.

Lin En is now working as the administrator of the Great Library in the Clock Tower, and is also learning magic from his teacher.

That's right, magic.

In this era, magicians call things that are impossible to achieve with magic or science and technology magic. When something can be achieved with just time and money, it is not considered magic no matter how difficult it is. In the early days of human civilization, all magic was magic. However, with the advancement of science and technology, the number of things that can be done by human hands has increased, and magic has decreased accordingly.

The amount of "magic" remaining in modern times is extremely rare, reduced to only 5.

Lin En’s teacher is the user of the second magic, the actual manager of the Clock Tower, the Magic Marshal.

Kishua Zelrich Schubin-Ogu

And now, Lin En is on his way to where the teacher is.

I opened the door that had been locked for a long time, walked through the deserted corridor, and stepped onto the empty stairs. Only Lynn's footsteps were still echoing.

If there were still people left in this building, it might mean that a ghost had appeared. In fact, there were indeed ghosts in this teaching building, but they were all confirmed to be harmless guys and stayed behind as guards at Lin En's suggestion.

The End of Ideals: Chapter 2: The Second and Fifth Laws

Lynn ignored the obvious and subtle magic traps along the way, and easily solved several prank traps that were obviously made by students, and reached the top floor of the tower.

There was only one office on this floor, and almost no one would come here. But Lin En walked up without hesitation, and without using a key, he pushed the door open directly.

What came into view was an old-fashioned study room, the kind most favored by British aristocrats. In the corner of the room stood a vinyl record player with a thin layer of dust on the record. It looked like the owner had not tidied up his study room before leaving, and there was an unfinished novel on the desk.

King Arthur

In the innermost part, where the sun can shine during the day, there is an exquisite chair, and on the chair is a doll carved from various gemstones. Even the best sculptor cannot carve such a realistic doll. It is better to say that the gemstones were polished into his shape by the power of nature rather than being carved.

That's right, him. When Lin En's sight shifted to the gem doll, the doll seemed to come alive. The gem that originally reflected the inorganic light suddenly had the same texture as skin. The ruby ​​in the eye socket that represented the eye blinked, reflecting Lin En's figure.

The old man stood up, the distinct wrinkles on his forehead smoothed out, revealing a bold smile.

"Long time no see, my disciple, how have you been recently?"

Lynn remained expressionless as he sat down in another chair across from the old man.

"Thanks to you, everything is fine! The affairs of the Clock Tower are managed by the girl from Barthelmero, and Lord El-Melloi in the Mineral Division is also quite qualified. Apart from worrying about my own great library, there is almost nothing to do."

"So, have you solved the problem I asked you to do, Teacher?"

The smile on the old man's face froze, and the wrinkles that had disappeared returned to his forehead.

"This? There's still a small problem that hasn't been solved!"

"piece of cake!"

The corner of Lin En's eye twitched. He had heard this sentence for the third time. He had been there for several years and he had used this excuse every time.

"The Fifth Magician still doesn't want to see me?"

The old man, the Magic Marshal Kisuya Zelrich Shubaiin Ogu, shrugged helplessly and said to his disciple:

"As soon as the old man heard your name, he was willing to meet you, even though I told him you were British. After all, he was an old guy who had experienced World War II, and as soon as he heard the last name 'Lin', he knew where you were from."

"And in terms of status, he and I are equal, so it is impossible for me to capture him and bring him to see you."