My Magic Age

This is a room with a square meter of ten square meters, which is undoubtedly very luxurious for this traveling magic caravan. The walls and floors of the entire room are actually paved with oil pine floors, and square matrix-style crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling. The entire room has four European-style oak glass windows carved with complicated patterns, and two Michelin windows. Tall glass windows are distributed on the front wall of the magic caravan. Under the window is an exquisite pear wood single bed. On the messy bed are several sets of exquisite dresses, but they are piled together and become wrinkled. Standing by the window and looking out the window, you can have a panoramic view of the front end of the caravan.

Through the glass window at the front, you can clearly see that the Qinglin bison, which has the bloodline of the powerful beast of the swamp tribe, the barbarian bull, is tied to the front of the caravan by several iron ropes. The caravan's shaft is carved from two whole ironwood trees. A meter-long piece of iron wood runs through the bottom of the caravan, connected with a foot-long black iron spike. The entire caravan was connected, and finally a heavy shaft stretched out more than three meters from the front end of the caravan. A huge yoke made of fir wood was placed around the neck of the Qinglin bison, which was more than three meters high. The green bull was panting. Jia Qi stared at the distant night with his cold black eyes the size of rubber balls, guarding the magic caravan.

There is a heavy wooden test bench next to the glass window on the left side of the caravan. There are several small shelves on it. The wooden shelves are filled with bottles and jars of potions. No matter how bumpy the road is, these wooden shelves will protect the glass. bottle. Qige was wearing a cotton robe, with her sleeves rolled up and wearing two deerskin gloves, and she was concentrating on grinding unknown stone powder with a grinder. Her big bright eyes were extremely focused, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, her delicate face was unusually rosy, her lips were slightly pressed together, and she was sitting on a high chair, her slender and graceful figure clearly revealed in her robe.

Catalina gently asked me to sit on the chair next to her. I saw that she was wearing a sleeveless midriff-baring shirt and a knee-length skirt. There was a faint red mark on the gooseneck on her delicate white collarbone. Although the wound has healed slightly, even if the wound that is more than an inch long heals, it will inevitably leave small scars. The wound was right across her throat. When I looked carefully, I realized how lucky Catalina was. If Ming Qian's sword had been a little heavier, Catalina's throat would have been cut. Sometimes it's just that little difference that can separate life and death. I sat on the stool and gently pulled her warm hand.

She gently pushed me away and asked me shyly, "What are you doing?"

Perhaps he was worried about disturbing Qi Ge who was concentrating on arranging ink. He glanced cautiously at Qi Ge, but he couldn't bear to reject me. He quickly pecked me on the face, and a touch of rosy appeared on my fair face. His red eyes blinked at me shyly.

I pressed her as hard as I could with my hand, and it felt soft and smooth. I said: "Don't move. Old Kuru said that I have the ability to make wounds heal faster. My werewolf's self-healing ability will not leave scars on your wounds. It's just that I can't use the power of my blood freely. Will the tip of your tongue make you feel better faster?”

"Don't talk nonsense here, will you go back?" After hearing what I said, Catalina ran away like the wind and hid further, and nudged Qige over there with her mouth, signaling me not to disturb Qige. Grid work.

I had no choice but to turn around and lean on the writing board, use a carving pen to practice carving the magic pattern called "Fire Gathering" on a piece of leather the size of my palm, and read the key points on it carefully. When I returned to the caravan at night, I wanted to have a good rest, but Qi GeLa came to make this magic scroll called "Gathering Fire". I asked Qi Ge strangely at that time: Aren't you already a magician apprentice who has awakened the magic pool? Don’t do it?

Qi pulled open the waste bucket under the workbench and complained to me with a grimace that she had used so many demonic parchments throughout the night, but not a single decent scroll had been made. She thought that the demonic pattern structure only had a few simple strokes. , but still couldn’t do it. I said I could give it a try, but I couldn't guarantee that I could make it. I might even run out of magic power halfway through the drawing. I said that my magic power could only last for more than ten minutes against magic. Qige was a little hesitant on the spot, but when she saw the materials prepared on the workbench, she gritted her teeth and said: Just think of it as practice.

Although Qige is a magician apprentice, her magic perception and control are not good, but she likes the inscription master very much. After awakening from the magic pool, she learned inscription from a famous master. However, after studying for more than two months, the inscription master Finally gave up on Qige and said, I will introduce you to a magic pharmacist, and you go learn to refine magic potions! Qi Ge couldn't understand it at first, but later the inscription master finally told the truth for the sake of Qi Ge's father: Qi Ge, you are careful and willing to learn, and your comprehension and learning ability are excellent, but being an inscription master relies on The ability to accurately control magic elements. If you don't have this talent, you might as well study magic potions instead.

Joining the dance troupe was originally just a casual move for Qige when she was bored in the magic academy. However, after a period of systematic training in the academy dance club, Qige found that after her body balance and coordination ability improved, her magic control ability was gradually strengthened during another accidental rehearsal. So she thought that learning dance would help her magic control ability, and then she visited a very famous dance master in the imperial capital, Gadisha, to learn dance. The dean of the magic academy had talked to Qige more than once about this matter, saying that practicing dance can only improve magic control ability to a limited extent, but Qige, who was determined to learn inscriptions at the time, would not listen to the dean's words. Later, she simply took the initiative to take a leave of absence and followed Gadisha to the Black Iron City of King Stan, the dwarf king, to relax.

I think if it weren't for Qige's willful trip this time, I don't think we would have met.

"Aren't you a magician?" Katarina squatted beside me, holding her chin with both hands and looking at me sitting on a high chair and reading a book seriously.

I didn't take my eyes off the three-page explanation of the basic magic circle, but just said in my throat: "Yeah!"

"Do you know magic?" Katarina asked curiously.

I turned to look at her with a smile and said: "Guess!"

"I shouldn't, then why can you make inscriptions? Isn't making inscriptions a magician's job?" Katarina couldn't understand.

I told her about the tragic experience when I ate the Burning Fruit when I was a child, and my body inexplicably used fire magic power, and it made me feel miserable all day long. After listening to it, she looked at me with a smile, hugged her hands on her knees and curled up on the floor, raised her head and blinked with her ruby-like eyes, then suddenly smiled and said: "How many little girls have you deceived with this story, and you are so skilled in telling it!"

I said with a bitter face: "There is not a single female mosquito in our caravan, how can I deceive!"

I don't want Katarina to know too many secrets, which will make her feel heavy. Sometimes the fewer people know about your own affairs, the more it protects the people around you. Singh pushed the door open and walked in, holding a stack of neatly cut antelope parchment in his hands. Each piece was cut into palm-sized squares according to my requirements, very neatly. There were six stacks on the wooden tray, each with at least ten sheets. Singer put the wooden tray in front of me and kicked Katharina's round buttocks while she was sitting on the floor. She cried out softly and looked at Singer with a pitiful and aggrieved look and said, "Sister Singer, why did you kick me?"

"Get out of here after you finish what you need to do. Do you expect to stay for breakfast?" Singer bent down fiercely and dragged Katharina's ears with one hand, like dragging a spoiled puppy, and dragged Katharina out of Qi Ge's room. When closing the door, he did not forget to say to me, "There is tea on the table. Drink it if you are thirsty. If you need us, just pull the rope in the corner."

Qi Ge is a complete workaholic. She enjoys such boring things as preparing magic potions, and even turns a deaf ear to other things around her. I sat on a high chair beside her, bored, using her carving knife to carve the fire-gathering magic circle on ordinary sheepskin. Later, I got bored and started to pick up the magic antelope parchment sent by Singer. The thickness of these magic parchments was very uniform, and the magic paper was polished very smoothly. The texture on the sheepskin was clearly visible. Only Uncle Fred could do such superb leather craftsmanship. I looked at the natural texture on the magic antelope parchment with fascination, and imagined where I would start if I took the carving knife to draw the first stroke. These magic parchments were cut from the scraps of magic antelope skin. It was probably the scraps that Uncle Fred saved when making leather. Although each piece was not big, it just met my requirements. The magic antelope skin itself does not contain magic power, but it is a very good carrier of magic power. The inscriptionist used ink containing magic power to carve the magic pattern array on the magic parchment. The real magic energy was only the ink. The ink containing magic energy was drawn into the magic pattern structure and its energy was stored on the magic parchment. Ink, magic parchment, and magic pattern arrays make up the three most important parts of a magic scroll. Some advanced magic scrolls also use some magic crystals as the core, just like the water collection array in the caravan has a core of magic crystal fragments.

The only sounds in the room were the rustling of the grinder, the collision of glass bottles, and the stirring of the stirring rod in the liquid. When I was dozing off in the chair, I heard a crisp and sweet laughter in my ear, saying, "Haha, Jia, wake up quickly. I finally mixed a bottle of primary moonlight ink. Don't sleep! If it gets cold, the magic power will dissipate!"

I barely opened my eyes and saw Qi Ge sitting next to me shaking my arm. Behind her, there was a teacup-sized beaker on the workbench, which was filled with half a cup of blue-green thick liquid, which kept spitting bubbles on the heating furnace. I could feel the magic power emanating from the liquid from a distance of two meters. When I thought that the magic power was evaporating rapidly, I immediately woke up, shook my head vigorously to make myself more awake, and complained to Qi Ge: "Why didn't you wake me up a moment earlier?"