Female Knight and Male Princess

The magic of this world has different manifestations because of the different gods the mage believes in. For example, the mage who believes in the **** Moore and the mage who believe in the **** Murphy use completely different magic. Although they cannot be divided into light and darkness in general, the two sides are indeed incompatible.

As the most lofty clergyman in Westland, Taylor can be regarded as the head of the bright camp. After picking and choosing the magic books kindly provided by Vincent for a long time, he coldly picked up a few introductory textbooks for the Defense Department.

"Don't you learn any offensive spells? Will it..." Tyler flew over with an eye knife, and Vincent closed his mouth wittily.

"You learn these kinds first." Taylor told Lan Weiwei earnestly, "After all, you don't have any foundation in magic, so don't be too far-sighted."

Lan Weiwei nodded seriously: "I will definitely work hard."

Taylor was very satisfied with her attitude. What if she was kidding, let this guy learn offensive spells, what should I do if it hurts? Princess Princess would never admit that he felt sorry for Lan Weiwei. He solemnly told himself that I cared about my subordinates.

As for whether Lan Weiwei will learn or not, everyone is not worried at all. The source of magic comes from faith, as long as the creatures favored by Moore have a certain magical talent. Even Arthur, as an assassin, can do one or two simple magic tricks.

After being popularized by science, Lan Weiwei is full of confidence. Her IQ is not low, but her motor nerves are lacking. But Taylor said that the learning of magic requires more intelligence and mental power, which is not exactly suitable for Lan Weiwei, who can stay up all night for three days in order to read novels. Mental power fighter?

Maybe the golden finger given to me by the crossing **** is here, and the magic advancement is rapid. Overtake Vincent in three days and blast Taylor in ten days. Heaven’s mother, I’m finally going to shake my body, is Mary Su’s air leaking from the side?

On the road thereafter, Lan Weiwei devoted himself to the study of magic, and the behavior that had been chatting with Taylor because of boredom was gone. Her Royal Highness was sitting next to the window with a book in her arms, deeply regretting Lan Weiwei's decision to learn magic.

What's so good about those broken books? Is there a princess that looks so good?

Your Highness, do you even eat inorganic vinegar...

In order to improve his sense of existence, Taylor pretended to calmly rubbing against Lan Weiwei, "Is there anything I don't understand?" He put on a pair of "This princess said I want to teach you, so I can't break my words. Oh, it's really troublesome." "Lan Weiwei didn't care about the expression."

She is very troubled now: "Well, how often do you usually feel the magic wave?"

Magic fluctuations are just like the true energy in martial arts. When a practitioner has practiced to a certain level, he will feel fluctuations in his body, which is a precursor to the success of the spell. Lan Weiwei learns the most defensive magic. According to Vincent, the average person can feel it in three days.

"I have been studying for five days..." Lan Weiwei was crying, "I don't even feel it at all."

If it is someone else, Taylor will answer without hesitation, because you are too stupid. In fact, he just prepared to answer like this. But seeing Lan Weiwei's frustrated expression, that wrinkled face looked like an aggrieved squirrel, he swallowed this sentence back silently.

"...Could it be the wrong way?"

"maybe?"

Taylor sighed helplessly: "Give me your hand." The small white hand lay on his palm, "Close your eyes, meditate on the spell, and use your mental power to meditate."

The more powerful the magic, the longer the spell that requires chanting and meditation. In just five words of a spell, Lan Weiwei meditated three times in her mind: "Still no feeling..."

Tyler's brows frowned, he didn't feel any magic fluctuations, just like Lan Weiwei said, there was nothing at all. This is impossible. With the power that Taylor has, even the fluctuation of a smile can be felt by him with the detection technique.

"Vincent." He shouted, "Come here."

As soon as the voice fell, Vincent's figure in a blue cloak jumped in.

"The carriage is still moving!" Orville reprimanded from outside the carriage angrily.

"Huh." Vincent rolled his eyes at his opponent and was very proud of his skill. "What's the matter? Tyler."

Taylor motioned to Vincent to hold Lan Weiwei's hand: "Feel it with probing magic." He nodded at Lan Weiwei, "Meditation spell."

Lan Weiwei felt that something was wrong, could it be that something serious happened? She tried her best to breathe calmly and meditated the spell three times again.

"There is no magic wave." Without waiting for Taylor to ask, Vincent uttered his own conclusion. He subconsciously stroked his chin, "It's a bit strange."

"What the **** is going on with me?" Lan Weiwei grabbed Taylor's sleeve, "Isn't it a terminal illness?"

Tyler looked at her angrily: "Can you not run so badly in your logic."

In fact, Taylor has already guessed, but Vincent needs to confirm it again. He took Vincent to the corner of the carriage, and the two murmured that they didn't know what to discuss.

Lan Weiwei sat down nervously, fucking, what the **** was going on, wasn't it terminally ill, was it because I discovered that I am not a human being?

"Ahem." Tyler cleared his throat. "Vivi, I want to tell you one thing."

"What...what?"

"You may not have the talent for magic and cannot learn any magic."

"Huh... That's great, it's not a terminal illness. What? Can't learn any magic?!" Lan Weiwei was taken aback, "Why?"

"When you meditate on the spell, we can't detect any magic fluctuations. This is very rare. You know, the spell you meditate on is so simple that almost no one knows this sentence." Vincent explained, " Therefore, we can only conclude that it should be caused by your innate lack of magic talent. This situation is impossible to exist on the residents of the mainland, but considering that you were summoned from another world...probably because of a different race?"

It turns out that this is not my golden finger at all, but my birth defect? Lan Weiwei wanted to cry without tears, who is so miserable as the heroine of the crossing, even if it is sports waste, I can't even learn magic, at least I have to give me a powerful plug-in. If there is any omnipotent author, that girl must be a stepmother!

"It's nothing, Weiwei." Vincent comforted her, "I guess you won't be able to learn any advanced magic with your qualifications, so that's all."

"Are you really comforting me?" You are poking a knife in my heart!

Vincent replied seriously: "Of course I am comforting you. In fact, I did not support you in learning magic from the beginning. You have missed the best time to learn, your talent is not obvious, and... Ah! Tyler, you Why do you pinch me?" Vincent looked back painfully.

Taylor is almost going to drive out this guy who doesn't depend on the situation. If you don't pinch you, you have to start a long argument to prove how unsuitable Lan Weiwei is for learning magic.

He decisively swept his friend out: "You can go now."

The carriage finally calmed down, Lan Weiwei hung her head and shrank in the corner without saying a word.

Taylor regretted letting Lan Weiwei learn magic more now, he hesitated, not knowing how to speak. There has never been a moment like this that made him so despise his lack of words.

"It's okay, you don't need to comfort me." Lan Weiwei raised her head and smiled at Taylor, "It's because of my bad luck. It's okay if I don't learn magic. I originally said that I would learn martial arts from Arthur. ."

But Lan Weiwei knew in her heart that compared to magic, martial arts would only be more difficult for her. Just like Vincent said, he has missed the best time to study, he is not so smart, and he does not have a strong physique. It's not that there is no gold finger or something that makes Lan Weiwei sad, it's probably that she is really bad.

Such a weak self, even if it is trying to catch up, how much chance does it have to catch up with the steps of the people around him. I don't want to confess it verbally, but I really envy you.

Lan Weiwei, who lacks brilliance, is an ordinary girl. At the moment I was called, I might be special, and such thoughts frequently flashed in my mind. It's not the wish of Secondary Two, nor is there something to be done to Mary Su, I just don't want to continue to be an ugly duckling in obscurity.

After all, the ugly duckling is still the ugly duckling, no, maybe she is not even the ugly duckling. Because the ugly duckling will turn into a white swan, but for Lan Weiwei, that is just an extravagant hope.

"Taylor, you actually just summoned me casually." Lan Weiwei knew that the smile she squeezed out was embarrassing and pitiful, "Summoning the circle, the spell, and it didn't target anyone. Anyone can do it." She Try to make myself look relaxed, "I used to think I was special, but I really thought too much, hehe."

"The summoning circle, the spell, did not target anyone." Tyler's brows were quiet, "but you know? Since I can chant that spell, every month, the temple will hold a ritual to summon warriors from other worlds. At that time I was fourteen years old, and the summoning ceremony was held 108 times, and then at the 109th time, I summoned you." He gently put his hand on top of Lan Weiwei's head, "One hundred One-ninth, it should be considered special."

Lan Weiwei didn't want to admit that her nose was sour, she sucked her nose vigorously, "But I'm very useless, I'm not pretty, I can't speak, even my chest is very small..."

Taylor gave Lan Weiwei a chestnut, "Is this princess's subject so bad? If it weren't for your good sake, this princess would not accept your allegiance at all." He looked at Lan Wei. Wei Hei Yingying's eyes, "If you always think so, you will really become the person in your mouth."

"...Taylor, you are such a good person." Lan Weiwei let out a loud sob, and she finally couldn't help it. The girl rushed to the blond boy in front of her and hugged him tightly.

"You...what are you doing?!"

"Please, let me hold it for a while, just a while..." Lan Weiwei bit her lips tightly, "I don't want people to know that I'm crying."

You have already told me that Taylor's mood is complicated and unspeakable. The shoulders of the girl in her arms trembled slightly, she forcibly resisted crying, but tears had soaked a large piece of clothing on Taylor's chest.

"Don't rub your nose against my clothes." He said this, but didn't push Lan Weiwei away. Instead, gently encircled the girl's slender back.

"I won't have a runny nose when I cry." Lan Weiwei pressed her face closer to Taylor's chest.

I only cried this time, she said to herself. Then, we are going to be strong. Because he didn't want to be the one in his mouth, otherwise, he would be driven out by the princess.

It was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window glass on the two embracing people. This may not be a hug, but it is quiet and beautiful.

"Um, I don't think you are ugly. Well, you are beautiful."

The boy's eyelashes were drooping. It was a silent whisper. He didn't say it, but it was deeply in his heart.