Miss Elf Dragon

It was already a week before Perotina went out again.

During this time, except when her friends came to play with her, she stayed at home to recuperate her health. At the same time, she started to learn the theoretical knowledge of elementary magic with her father.

When it comes to learning magic, Perotina rarely shows a thirst for knowledge. Maybe she watched too much swords and magic in her previous life, which made her full of fantasies about magical magic. Not only could she see the miraculous effects of magic with her own eyes in this life, but she could even become a magician herself, which really made her excited.

"Your magic power reserve is far from being able to produce first-level magic."

Adonis attacked Pelotina mercilessly but she took it well. She thought that she had never practiced magic power before, so it was understandable that the naturally generated magic power was too little. But that doesn't matter. Once she accumulates a certain amount, she can start using magic.

"The magic ball test shows that you have high elemental affinities in the five attributes of light, darkness, wood, fire, and wind, but no one is particularly outstanding."

"In addition, in addition to elf magic, you can also choose to practice dragon magic. I will teach you elf magic, and dragon magic will gradually emerge in the memory of racial inheritance as your own abilities improve."

Wow, it turns out that I can learn so many kinds of magic, and then I will be very powerful in the future.

Perotina was a little flattered by her father's analysis, and she even began to fantasize about how majestic she would look like when she became a great mage.

Adonis struck Perotina on the head violently, breaking her dream.

"Still happy, do you know what this means? It means that there are many types of magic you can choose, but you don't have much talent for each choice."

Perotina covered her head and pouted. Her father is becoming more and more violent, and she misses her gentle father so much. However, Perotina still attaches great importance to her father's opinion.

"Then Dad, what should I do?"

"I suggest you specialize in one or two attributes of magic first, and then touch others after you are successful."

"I listen to dad."

Perotina's light answer made Adonis shudder again.

"I don't know if you are half-hearted or not. I will supervise you in the future."

Perotina looked up at her father and gave him an innocent look. There are indeed faults, but I have to express my stance no matter what.

The days passed with the father and daughter teaching patiently and learning attentively, until the day when Perotina was about to enter the junior class.

Perotina put on a brand new dark purple uniform, with a top and skirt, and light animal skin boots. This was designed and made by Adonis himself using materials bought in the human world. The style refers to the popular college uniforms in the empire, and adds the unique natural elements of the elves. When worn on Perotina, it is smart, high-end and elegant. nice.

Perotina carried a small schoolbag of the same style as her uniform, but was reluctant to go out.

"Dad, do I have to go to school? School is so boring. It's all about historical stories and basic martial arts. I already know those things. I want to learn magic from you at home."

Adonis's attitude was very firm while he was adjusting Perotina's clothes.

"Of course you have to go to school. If you don't go to school, you are illiterate, you know? And you should spend more time with your friends. Playing with them is much more interesting than playing with your father. There will also be magic classes in school, and your uncle Zachary will teach them." Yes, it won’t be boring.”

Knowing that her father valued her interpersonal relationships as a top priority, in order to prevent the embarrassing incident of the cub's parents from happening again, Perotina decided to focus on the relationship with her classmates first.

In addition, although she was not illiterate, she was still very interested in Uncle Zachary's magic class.

"Then Dad, I'm going out."

"Go ahead and come back early after school in the afternoon. Dad will prepare delicious food for you."

Pelotina, who had already walked outside the hospital, almost couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead when she heard this.

If she remembered correctly, it seemed that every time her father sent her away from home, he would say that he would prepare delicious food for her. Is she just a foodie in her father's heart? Pelotina couldn't help but feel sad for a second.

But it seems like there's nothing wrong with it.

Perotina happily thought about what new dishes her father would make for dinner, while she skipped to school. Her home is a bit far from the school, and she still has to walk a long way.

After they entered the classroom and sat down with Amelia and Ryan whom they met on the road, the teacher also walked in.

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sp;"Fortunately, I'm not late." Amelia stuck out her tongue and whispered to Perotina, "I heard that this teacher who teaches cultural history is very cruel."

There were only six cubs in the small classroom, including Pelotina, and they were all familiar people they usually played with.

Six small chairs were placed around the podium. Mahi and others had arrived early, leaving a few seats near the front for Perotina and the others. Perotina sat in the middle of the first row.

Hearing Amelia's whisper behind her, Perotina quietly signaled her to stop talking. At such a close distance, the teacher will hear you even if you whisper. Be careful to leave a bad impression on the teacher.

Perotina, who was determined to show her father how to be a good girl and a good student, hoped that all her father would hear from the teachers were words of praise for her.

Clark, the cultural history teacher, is an old elf.

Why is there such a long-lived elf? Clark is indeed very old. Not only has he entered old age, but his physical features also show it. His posture is no longer upright, his hair color has become lighter and even silvery white, the skin on his face and hands is dry and has no moisture, and there are wrinkles around his mouth and eyes. This shows that his strength is slowly retreating, so he cannot continue to maintain his body's best condition.

Calculating the time for class, Old Clark put down his books and knocked on the desk with a wooden stick. There was no emotion in his hoarse and low voice.

"Okay, elves, we are going to start class. The first lesson is about the origin of the elves."

No matter Old Clark's voice, movements or teaching methods are lively and interesting, they are boring and stiff, which is simply torture for the lively cubs. So after a while, the cubs below became a little unable to sit still.

Perotina thought it was okay. Some of the lectures she had heard from industry experts in college also had this style. They have high professional standards, rich theoretical reserves, and numerous research results. It's just that he has no expertise in imparting knowledge, or he has not done in-depth research on how to better let others accept the knowledge he teaches. Therefore, no matter how interesting the content is, the audience will be distracted or sleepy, and subconsciously refuse to receive the information he outputs.

Sitting firmly in her seat, calming down and listening to Old Clark's lecture while thinking about it carefully, Perotina felt that she had gained a lot. She had read these histories in books before, and listening to the older man analyze them from his perspective gave her new insights in some aspects.

Just as she was thinking about it, a ball of paper fell at Perotina's feet, and at the same time, someone behind her poked her back to show her.

Why didn't Amelia and the others pay attention to the lectures? There was an assessment at the end. Perotina was a little helpless.

I picked up the ball of paper and opened it, but I didn't see what was written on it. Old Clark suddenly stopped his chanting lecture and said sternly: "Pelotina, if you don't pay attention to the class, what are you doing? You don't need to listen to this class anymore. You can get out."

Perotina was shocked.

The small actions behind had been going on for a while, and she had heard the friends exchanging notes and whispering discussions. She thought Clark had acquiesced by ignoring them.

"Teacher, it's none of Perotina's business. I passed the note to her." Amelia stood up, very angry. She couldn't stand the unfair treatment of her companions more than she felt wronged herself.

"Yes, it's our fault. Teacher, you wrongly blamed Pelotina." Maxi, Ryan and others also stood up seriously.

Seeing that the juniors he valued were all defending that alien, old Clark's eyes gathered a storm, "Then you all go out and don't need to attend my class."

"Amelia, Ryan, brother Maxi, don't be like this." Perotina quickly stopped her friends, "I just happened to go out for some fresh air. I'm exhausted from staying indoors these days. I'll come back at noon. you."

Perotina winked at them. You should stay here to inquire about the enemy's situation and prepare for future attacks.

After looking at the note in her hand, it was Amelia asking her what delicious food she had brought for lunch, and Perotina smiled.

"Dad prepared shortbread, cheese toast and meat buns for me, and we ate them together at noon."

After appeasing her companions, Perotina neatly packed up her things and walked out of the classroom without even looking at Old Clark, who was silent but had a strong sense of presence next to her.

During class, Old Clark showed affection to several other elves, but he did not even give her a look. What she felt was indeed not an illusion. This cultural history teacher did not like her.

She left not because she admitted that she was wrong, but because she didn't want to intensify the conflict and hurt her friends.

It will never be her loss if she leaves.

Standing outside the classroom, Perotina raised her face to the hot sun and smiled.