In the following days, Moro didn't show up again. Irene and Allen began to practice trigonometry, while angel was immersed in the topic ideas arranged by Jon.?
Moro said that knowledge is the most important thing for wizards. Angel doesn't know whether Professor Jon's knowledge is useful, but he knows that it can enlighten wisdom and make his vision not stick to the current indifference.
Useful or useless. Angel doesn't care.
Angel wrote hard, and complex formulas and numbers became 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.
Over time, angel knew that he was getting closer and closer to the right answer.
That day, angel put down his quill pen and rubbed his temple. High brain power has been running for nearly half a month. More and more questions have been answered, and it is getting closer and closer to the final answer. It is only short of the progress of the last 1o question. But the continuous concentration made his head a little unbearable. Especially this morning, he even had tinnitus and black vision. This means that the body is already sending an alarm to him.
Angel stopped even if he couldn't wait for the answer. This year, he is 14 years old and still in adolescence. If the internal balance of his body is broken due to his temporary radicalization, and changes occur in the most important period of his life, he has no place to cry.
I've heard from mentor Jon before that he had a serious illness due to his living habits in adolescence, and then his height stagnated at 165. Angel didn't know whether what the tutor said was true or making excuses, but he would rather believe it than nothing, wouldn't he?
Angel yawned, stretched his arms and straightened his legs. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.
The clock is on the edge Island, that is, old earth big 6, which is rare. Even the original pat manor still used the hourglass, but in fanda 6, the clock has long been known by the general public.
Pushing open the round cover on the wooden wallboard, angel immediately smelled the smell of the ocean.
This round wooden cover is the boat window. There are such breathable windows in the middle room of Bauhinia, and there is no such treatment in the room on the ground floor.
The sun was shining, the sea was rippling, and my eyes were bulging. The outside air and the cramped room convection with each other, and angel doesn't care about the fishy smell. Lazily closing his eyes and blowing the soft and warm sea breeze, his thoughts begin to drift away.
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 green youth who indulged in the ocean of knowledge day and night. Angel's memories always make him smile unconsciously. He left pat manor without taking anything. Only this memory can be with him for a lifetime.
Angel decided to follow the Moro to grow up 6 and become a wizard, not only to cure the mentor, but also to revitalize the family. In the old land university 6, even wizards and apprentices get far more treatment than Royal relatives and nobles.
Moro once said that the life span of an official wizard is at least 500 years. If it breaks through again, it will not be difficult for a thousand years. Angel has no extravagant hope of guarding the family for thousands of years. At least in a hundred years, it is enough for less than three generations of relatives to flourish.
It was calm outside, and angel also had the idea of relaxing. He simply took out a bag of tea bags from his luggage.
The tea bag contains morning dew after the rain. At first, angel divided all the morning dew after rain in the manor into two parts, one part was given to Moro, and the rest he took with him.
Although Angel did not like to drink this slightly bitter tea, he remembered that Moro said that this kind of tea was a low-level magic plant. I'm about to step into the mysterious wizard world. It should be helpful to drink from time to time?
When anger was drinking tea, his eyes and eyes were full of gaze, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. Even if there was no one around, his every move and every detail, even his straight back when holding up the tea cup, seemed very elegant. This aristocratic temperament seems to have been deeply buried in his bones. Coupled with Jon's years of poetry and books, angel's temperament is more gentle. The combination of temperament makes his whole person glow with charming charm.
Well, it would be better if you were older and your face was more mature. Angel looked in the mirror and muttered to himself.
As before, the morning dew after the rain brought angel a taste of grass leaves in addition to bitterness. It's not bad, but it's not necessarily good.
As for the effect of magic planting mentioned by Moro, it has nothing to do with him.
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When Angel entered the three flavors of shensisuo tea, a bird cry came from outside the window, followed by a burst of wings.
Angel looked up and saw a strange seabird from nowhere on the windowsill.
Seabirds estimate the size of their palms. They have gray and brown feathers, red claws, orange sharp beaks and green eyes. All of the above are in line with the basic characteristics of seabirds, but the reason angel said it was strange is that the bird was still decorated!
He had a high white hat on his head and a blue and white Bib tied around his neck. There was a reflective pattern on the bib. The most interesting thing for angel is that there is a small blue bag hanging obliquely on the seabird, which looks like a carrier pigeon postman in a fairy tale.
The seabirds were chirping, and their green eyes were staring at angel, as if they were talking to angel.
Angel laughed and turned his eyes, thinking that there was no outsider in the room. The young man's mind occupied the peak again, and his flat mouth spoke to the seabird like a model.
The seabird croaked.
Angel smiled: "you said your name was giggle? That's interesting. Who's your master and how can you dress up so well!"
The seabird squinted and muttered with disdain.
Angel stretched out his slender finger and gently clicked the small head melon seeds of the seabird: "say you have a type, and your tail is tilted up for me."
Hearing angel's words, the seabird's head tilted and wanted to fly away. But after hesitating for a while, he stopped again, looked back and kept muttering, as if he wanted something.
Angel didn't notice it and still teased the bird happily. In the process of teasing birds, angel also appeared on the blue satchel of seabirds and printed the same pattern as its bib.
The pattern seems to be the style of a badge. In the center is a fat purple lady with several layers of meat on her face. This lady has flaming red lips, small nose, charming eye makeup and a mole on her chin. If she doesn't have that fat, she must be a beautiful girl. Unfortunately, a white cover up a hundred ugly, a fat destroy all. On both sides of the pattern, a knife and a fork intersect.
It looks strange. I don't know what it means? Is it a family emblem? Angle smiled. If it is really a family emblem, the heart of the family is big enough.
What would it be if it wasn't a clan emblem? Angel didn't understand, but he didn't ask for a better understanding. As soon as the problem came out of his mind, he was thrown behind him.
Although curiosity is the first virtue of learners. But he prefers to use curiosity in the exploration of truth.
Angel also found that the seabird's small satchel was bulging. It must have something in it. However, angel did not reach out to get it. He did not ask for it in front of his master's house. He could not do this behavior, even if the owner of the small bag was a sea bird.
The seabird was still muttering, but Angel talked with him. He looked very depressed and walked back and forth anxiously by the windowsill.
"Little giggle, what are you here for? Are you hungry or thirsty?"
When the seabird heard the name "little gibberish", he couldn't wait to turn his eyes on angel, but when he heard the next question, the seabird's eyes lit up and nodded quickly. The melon in the cerebellum was like pecking rice.
"So you're hungry. You're too clever. You'll find food by yourself." Angel took out the food bag from the drawer, took out the bread from the inside, skimmed it and muttered, "I don't know who your master is and how to train you to be so obedient; I can understand people's words and reply."
Angel looked out of the window at the endless sea. "There is no island nearby... Is it raised by ordinary people living on the top floor of the Bauhinia?"