My Magic Age

There is absolutely no way to reason with a group of drunkards, especially since they have been completely angered. Countless anger has been accumulated in their hearts, and now it has all burst out, like a volcano that has been silent for a hundred years, erupting lava. Almost covering the entire sky, these angry people ran wantonly on the quiet streets of the city.

Running heartily at night is originally a way to relieve stress. Doing so can make people completely relax and enjoy one's tranquility. But when dozens or even hundreds of people are running forward together on the street, the scene is like a herd of one-horned bison running past on the grassland, which makes everyone who runs completely burn. It's such a shock. The scene will make everyone excited.

This group of teenagers, who drank a lot of cider in the tavern, swayed their sweat on the vast long street.

Following closely behind Tracy, her wheat-colored skin had already turned a light pink. At this time, she and Rowling were like dancers who had drunk some fly water in a dance hall. There was no trace of anything left. No worries, follow the crowd running in front of you on this street, no matter where the destination is, as long as you vent the energy burning in your body, you will run without hesitation.

I followed the two girls silently. At this time, none of the seniors from Stans College who were eating at the same table as us could be found. I was not in the mood to pay attention to them. I was just quietly plotting in my heart. What if? When two girls suddenly attack from behind, what are the chances of successfully knocking them out and carrying them back? I don't know exactly how strong Rowling is, but for me, it's still very difficult to subdue Tracy.

Tracy is a graduate of the swordsman class, majoring in body balance. His reaction speed, agility and dodge are far ahead of mine. Ryant once told me bluntly that if I entered Stans College to learn Western rapier, it would take at least four years to reach Tracy's current level. Even if my physical condition is good in all aspects, I would like to It also takes a lot of effort to catch up with Tracy.

Sometimes, for this kind of technical swordsmanship, the unique delicacy of girls makes it easier to exert the maximum power of the swordsmanship. Every time Tracy's slender and toned legs move forward, her entire body will have a momentum that violates mechanics. When she takes to the air, her body will slide forward a little longer. Her steps are light, and that kind of pace matches her unique uniqueness. Breathing, the rhythm is just right.

It was a bit difficult to keep up with her rhythm. I had no choice but to take out the moonstone drum in my magic waist bag. The 'Wind Speed' drew a white wind circle under my feet. My body suddenly became lighter. For a moment, I suddenly felt like a fish in the water. I could easily tear apart the air wrapped around my body, and my running speed suddenly accelerated a lot. But basically, I found that I was still It was stretched wide by Tracy.

Just when I felt lost, I suddenly noticed that Tracy, who was running in front, stopped, stared at me suspiciously and said, "Jijia, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and catch up!"

"Oh!" I replied cheerfully.

This moment reminded me of many things in the past: when I first arrived in El City, Fanny would often ask Tracy to take me out to play on the street. At that time, she would always run ahead, no matter what I did I couldn't catch up with her. Just when I was discouraged and ready to give up, she would stop not far ahead, then look back at me with suspicious eyes and say to me: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up." Follow me!”

I ran forward with all my strength, while she and Luo Lin waited impatiently. Seeing the large army rushing past them, Tracy didn't want to delay even for a second and directly took my hand. , once again stretched out its long legs like a devil antelope running wildly on the grassland, leading me forward...

I don’t know why, but just being held by her hand like this, my restless mood gradually became clearer. I suddenly realized that I didn’t know Tracy that well before. The person who really understood her was Ellente, who once I have said that the vast world outside is the grassland in Tracy's heart, and Fanny, Liante and I are only thinking about how to protect Tracy and let her follow the path of happy life planned by Fanny. But whether this road is happy or boring for Tracy, only she knows best.

I wonder if the love that Fanny, Ryant, and I have for her now has built a cage of love around her body, blinding her eyes and preventing her from seeing the outside world clearly. I wonder if this female eagle will resent us when she wakes up from the illusion one day.

...beautiful dividing line...

Bromfield Manor is located in the northernmost part of the east side of the city. It is considered the boundary line of the wealthy area. Few aristocratic families can move a huge castle-shaped building into the city of Ayr, but for the very wealthy clothiers among the wealthy aristocrats, For Viscount Romfield, this is not a difficult task. Viscount Bromfield once served as the city lord of Ayr City for twelve consecutive years. He finally returned to the imperial capital to recuperate because of his old age. In these ten years, he led the people of Ayr City several times. He successfully withstood the siege of the barbarians and was deeply loved by the people of Ayr. The mansion where he lived in Ayr was also preserved.

The Bromfield family, the owners of the mansion, have moved away from Ayr City for a while, but this mansion has never been able to change its owners for unknown reasons. Only an old housekeeper and a lame veteran guard remain. Here, only in the morning, noon and evening, a fat cook will come to the mansion to take care of the three meals a day for the two old people in the mansion.

I am very familiar with this place, not that I know the owner here, but this manor has a row of rice trees, also called chestnut trees, planted on the inside of the wall. Perhaps because of the habit I developed in Novosibirsk, in autumn, I always want to carry a linen bag to collect some food and store it. However, there is no food that can be collected and stored in El City. Not much. Later, when I was walking around the DC area carrying a cloth bag, I finally discovered the Bromfield Manor. Inside the wall, there is actually a row of chestnut trees planted, and these chestnut branches are lush and leafy. Every autumn, the trees here are covered with fruits. The most exciting thing is that the people in the manor never pick these chestnuts. Chestnuts, they prefer to let these sweet, nutty balls of hair fall from the trees one by one.

Every autumn, I would take a day or two to pick up some chestnuts and take them home, just like a little squirrel preparing for the winter. If I don't do this, I will always feel uncomfortable. After going back and forth, I slowly began to understand the situation in this manor, and I also understood why the people in the manor would let these delicious chestnuts fall to the ground in autumn, and no one collected them. The reason was that there was only one old man here who was weak. The old butler and the guard of a lame veteran.

As for this manor, I have never sneaked in, because Fanny warned me more than once that if I casually sneak into a noble's house, I will be punished by a thief on the spot. I don't want to let my bad record be punished on the spot. The El City citizen qualification certificate will be issued a few months later. I was still waiting to participate in the awakening ceremony after I obtained the citizen qualification!

Very few people come to visit here. After all, this was the residence where the Lord of Shangjie City lived for more than ten years. Even though the buildings are now empty, the place still retains the majesty and solemnity of the past, and the exquisite iron art in front of the castle gate. There is still the coat of arms of the Field family on the gate, and the drainage channel under the wall is overgrown with weeds. The tall walls are completely covered by dark green ivy. Through the iron railings at the door, you can see the wide courtyard inside the manor. There is a set of huge fountains in the entire courtyard. There are exquisite marble human figures erected every five meters on both sides of the fountains. Sculptures, these exquisite sculptures of maids are all masterpieces in the hands of artists.

I used to often linger outside this gate, just to peek through the iron fence at the style of the sculptures inside. Those exquisite stone carvings are priceless treasures in my eyes.

Mages must learn engraving techniques if they want to become inscription masters. However, mages in this era do not believe that superb engraving techniques can be of much help in making magic scrolls. They believe more in precise control over magic power. And a deeper understanding of the magic pattern array is an important factor in the success of making magic scrolls.

And when I have magic perception, my precise control of magic power is even better than that of a formal first-level magician. My precise memory of the magic pattern route is also due to my powerful spiritual sea. , I can imprint a complete magic pattern array in my mind, so I can draw a magic pattern array accurately. After having so many basic skills, I suddenly found that improving my carving skills can also Greatly improve the success rate of drawing magic scrolls.

So, I began to realize that my superficial culinary carving skills were not considered carving skills at all, so I started looking for exquisite sculptures all over the city. At first, I discovered a group of exquisite sculptures in the square between the War College and the Council Hall on Central Hill. Later, when I was picking up chestnuts, I unexpectedly discovered that there were even more exquisite stone sculptures in Field Manor. artwork.

This group of civilian students from various colleges who rushed out of the tavern had already rushed to the door of Field Manor. A dozen students gathered at the door, shaking the big iron door vigorously, trying to shake the iron door open. New students arrived one after another from behind, and some impatient people even wanted to climb the wall and rush in.

These civilian students from major colleges were like a group of irrational thugs. Someone jumped into the yard, opened the big iron door from the inside, and everyone rushed in.

Seeing this scene, Abel finally showed a proud smile on his face. He led the civilian-level bosses from various schools and followed the students into Field Manor. Tracy and Rowling, who were following at the back, wanted to rush in without hesitation. At this time, I could no longer remain indifferent. For civilians to break into a noble mansion privately, according to the laws of the Green Empire, even the lightest person would be punished. I was exiled to a small border town to build a city wall. I didn't want to watch Tracy get involved in this matter.

So when no one was paying attention, just as she was holding my and Rowling's hands and about to walk into the manor, I suddenly stopped. Tracy and Rowling were dragged tightly by me and finally stopped. Outside the door. Seeing that the red lines in the corners of their eyes had not receded, Tracy glared at me angrily and asked, "Jijia, why are you pulling me in? Let me in!"

I saw that she had not lost her last bit of sanity, so I dragged the two of them desperately to the bushes next to the gate, held Tracy's arms, shook her body hard, and lowered her voice. Shout: "Tracy, wake up!"

Tracy was not willing to listen to me at this time and began to struggle desperately. After all, I was four years younger than Tracy and was not as strong as Tracy. During the tearing process, Tracy gradually gained the upper hand. I was panting heavily. I was so angry that I was finally thrown to the ground by Tracy over my shoulder. I watched helplessly as Tracy stood up expressionlessly, and continued to rush towards the manor with Rowling beside me.

As a last resort, I lay helplessly on the ground and drew a light blue magic pattern array in the air. A familiar spell came out casually, and the unique rhythm connected the magic pattern array I drew. A blue six-pointed star with a glowing magic rune inside.

"Hydrotherapy"

This is the most familiar healing magic among my many magics. Apart from the 'Shadow Cloak', I am also helpless as a doctor and throw this healing spell directly on Tracy. I hope This will help her wake up.

A strange scene appeared. A series of clear and crisp sounds of "swishing" sounded like silver bells on her body, and a stream of milky white mist steamed out of Tracy's body. Tracy suddenly stopped at this moment. She turned around and looked around in confusion, and saw Rowling next to her. Then she held her head with her hands and shook it vigorously, as if she was drunk and had a headache after sobering up. She turned around with a grin and saw me casting a spell behind her.

Tracy looked confused, pressed her forehead, and asked me painfully: "Jia, why are we here? Didn't we agree to go home?"

Seeing that she had begun to wake up, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him: "Tracy, are you awake?"

My 'hydrotherapy' will never have any effect on sobering up. If it can relieve the drunken state, then it means that the wine must be mixed with drugs to make her lose her mind in a short period of time. I think maybe she just drank it. The college students who entered the manor may have fallen into Abel's trap, so they attacked Field Manor so crazily at midnight...

I explained to Tracy: "You were a little drunk, and you wanted to rush into the noble manor just now, but I stopped you!"

She pressed her head with her hand, looking like she had a severe headache. She looked at the gate of the manor in astonishment, her jaw dropped in shock, and said to me, "Are you sure that I just wanted to break into Field Manor?"

"That's indeed the case!" I told the truth.

At this time, Rowling beside Tracy slowly woke up. She also looked very painful and asked Tracy: "Tracy, where are we?"

"Field Manor..." Tracy's voice was a little cold, and her hand was already floating on the hilt of the Western rapier...