Super Dimensional Wizard

In the following days, Moro never showed up again. Erin and Allen began to practice the triangle guidance technique, while Angel was immersed in the ideas of the questions assigned by Jon.

Moro said that knowledge is the most important thing for a wizard. Angel didn't know if Professor Jon's knowledge was useful, but he knew that this knowledge could enlighten his wisdom and make his vision not limited to the current situation.

Useful, or not. Angel didn't care.

Angel wrote furiously, and the complex formulas and figures turned into yesterday's drafts. Every day, Angel has new ideas for solving problems, from molecules and atoms to magnetic fields and wave bands. Different angles bring him different surprises.

As time went by, Angel knew that he was getting closer and closer to the correct answer.

On this day, Angel put down the quill in his hand and rubbed his temples. I have been working hard for nearly half a month, and I have answered more and more questions, and I am getting closer and closer to the final answer. I am only missing the progress of the last 10 questions. But the continuous concentration was too much for his head. Especially this morning, he even had tinnitus and black vision. This shows that his body is already sending him an alarm.

Even though Angel was eager for the answer, he still stopped. He is 14 years old this year and is still in adolescence. If the internal balance of his body is broken due to a moment of radicalization and changes occur in the most important period of his life, then he will have no place to cry.

I heard from Jon's mentor before that he suffered a serious illness due to his lifestyle habits during his adolescence, and his height later stagnated at 165. Angel didn't know if what his mentor said was true or if he was just making excuses, but would he rather believe it than believe it was nothing?

Angel yawned, stretched his arms, and straightened his legs. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It happened to be two o'clock in the afternoon.

Clocks are rare on Edge Island, the Old Continent. Even Pat Manor still used hourglasses, but in Fan Continent, clocks had long been known to the general public.

Pushing open the round cover on the wooden wall panel, Angel immediately smelled the tidal smell of the ocean.

This round wooden cover is the ship window. The middle-floor guest rooms on the Bauhinia also have such breathable windows, but the rooms on the ground floor do not have such treatment.

The sun was shining brightly, and the ripples on the sea made my eyes swell. The outside air and the cramped room communicated with each other, and Angel didn't care about the fishy smell. He closed his eyes lazily, blowing the soft and warm sea breeze, and his thoughts began to wander wildly.

Angel recalled the beauty of his childhood, the love of his parents, the care of his brother, the teachings of his mentor, and then the young boy who was obsessed with the ocean of knowledge day and night. Angel's memories always make him smile unconsciously. He left Pat Manor without taking anything with him, only this memory could stay with him for a lifetime.

Angel decided to follow Moro to Fan Continent and become a wizard, not only to save his mentor, but also to revitalize his family. In the Old Continent, even wizard apprentices were treated far better than royal family members.

Moro once said that the lifespan of a formal wizard is at least five hundred years. If there is a breakthrough, it will not be difficult to reach a thousand years. Angel did not have the luxury of protecting his family for thousands of years. At least within a hundred years, it would be enough for the family to prosper for no more than three generations.

It was calm outside, and Angel wanted to relax, so he simply took out a tea bag from his luggage.

The tea bag is filled with morning dew after the rain. At first, Angel divided all the morning dew in the manor into two parts. One part was given to Moro, and he took the rest with him.

Although Angel didn't like drinking this slightly bitter tea, he remembered that Moro had said that this kind of tea was considered a low-level magic plant. I am about to step into the mysterious world of wizards again. Drinking some from time to time should be helpful, right?

When Angel was sipping tea, his eyes were squinted and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Even if there was no one around, his every move and every detail, even the straight back when he picked up the tea cup, looked very elegant. This aristocratic temperament seems to have been buried deep in his bones. Coupled with Jon's many years of accumulation of poetry and books, Angel's temperament is more gentle and elegant. The combination of temperament makes his whole person glow with charming charm.

Well, it would be better if he were a little older and his face was more mature. Angel looked into the mirror and muttered to himself.

After finishing the cup, as before, the morning dew after the rain gave Angel nothing but bitterness and the taste of grass leaves. It's not unpleasant to drink, but it's not necessarily delicious either.

As for the efficacy of magic plants mentioned by Moro, it mostly has nothing to do with him.

Jigujigu——

While Angel was contemplating the three flavors of tea, a bird chirped from the window, followed by a flapping of wings.

Angel looked up and saw a strange seabird that came from nowhere sitting on the windowsill.

The seabird is estimated to be about the size of two palms, with gray and brown feathers, red claws, an orange pointed beak, and faint green eyes. All of the above are in line with the basic characteristics of a seabird, but the reason why Angel said it was weird was that this bird actually had decorations on it!

He wears a white high hat on his head and a blue and white bib tied around his neck. There is also a reflective pattern on the bib. What struck Angel the most was that there was a small blue bag hanging sideways on the seabird, which looked like a pigeon postman in a fairy tale.

The seabirds were chirping, and their green eyes were staring at Angel, as if they were having a conversation with him.

Angel laughed and rolled his eyes. Thinking that there was no outsider in the room, the young man's mind was at its peak again. He pursed his lips and talked to the seabird in a pretentious manner.

The seabird chirped.

Angel smiled and said, "You said your name is Jigu? It's really interesting. Who is your master and why he dresses you up so stylishly!"

Seabird narrowed his eyes and chirped disdainfully.

Angel stretched out his slender fingers and gently tapped the melon on the seabird's little head: "I told you that you are stylish, and your tail is even raised."

Hearing Angel's words, the seabird tilted its head and wanted to fly away. But after hesitating for a while, he stopped again, turned around and kept mumbling, as if he wanted something.

Angel didn't notice it and was still playing with the bird happily. While playing with the bird, Angel also discovered that the seabird's small blue satchel was printed with the same pattern as its bib.

The pattern seems to be in the style of a badge. In the center is a lady with purple curly hair who is so fat that she has several layers of flesh on her face. Look for the book www.zhaoshuyuan.com. This lady has flaming red lips, a small nose, and seductive eye makeup. , and there is a mole on her chin. If it were not for that fat, she would definitely be a beautiful girl. It's a pity that a white person can cover up all the ugliness, but a fat person can destroy everything. On both sides of the pattern are a knife and a fork intersecting.

It looks quite strange. What does it mean? Is it a family emblem? Angel smiled, if it was really a family emblem, this family would have a big heart.

If it wasn't a family emblem, what would it be? Angel was puzzled, but he didn't ask for a clear explanation. As soon as the question came up in his mind, he was thrown out of his mind in a flash.

Although curiosity is the first virtue of learners. But he prefers to use his curiosity to explore the truth.

Angel also found that Seabird's small satchel was bulging, and there must be something inside. However, Angel did not reach out to take it. He took it without asking in front of the owner. He could not do this kind of behavior, even if the owner of the small package was a sea bird.

The seabird was still chirping, but Angel chatted with it like a duck. It seemed very depressed and was pacing back and forth anxiously by the window sill.

"Little Jigu, why did you come to my place? Are you hungry or thirsty?"

When Seabird heard the name 'Little Chigu', he wanted to roll his eyes at Angel, but when he heard the next question, Seabird's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, his little head like pecking at rice.

"It turns out you're hungry, you're so clever, and you can find food by yourself." Angel took out the food bag from the drawer, took out the bread, and crumbled it while muttering: "I didn't know you Who is the master of the house, and how did he train you to be so obedient? You can also understand people's words and know how to reply."

Angel looked out the window at the endless sea. "I don't see any islands nearby...could it be raised by the extraordinary person who lives on the top floor of the Redbud?"