My Magic Age

When the last batch of magic antelopes arrived at Caopo, it was already night and the sky was full of stars.

The starry sky on the grassland is far more vast than that of the New Siachis Mountains. I once looked up at the starry sky, trying to find the Milky Way in my memory. Perhaps in a corner of this starry sky, there is a small star called the sun. In the future, I might say to my children: Look, that is my father's hometown. But I didn't find any sense of déjà vu wherever I looked.

Everyone was very tired. They dragged their tired bodies to distribute each antelope. The two adventure groups were still distributing the spoils in an orderly manner. This system was completed in silence. I could see the joy on the faces of the young members. I held the parchment roll and shook my sore arms again. The magic knife pen seemed heavier and heavier.

I knew I was tired. I was so tired that I couldn't hold the pen.

I saw from afar that Kuz and Uncle An were driving a bullock cart to bring back water. This was the seventeenth time this afternoon. I encouraged Kuz and waved my fist. He showed his white teeth. His two canine teeth were shining brightly in the night. I thought that even if I used black toothpaste, I couldn't brush my teeth so brightly. I haven't brushed my teeth in this life, and I haven't seen any broken teeth.

It seems that staying away from candy is much more important than protecting teeth.

I tore off a piece of tough parchment and simply drew a star on it. I pasted it directly on the head of the demon antelope with spiral horns, indicating that the sheep belonged to the Star Mercenary Group. The demon antelope skin that was boiled in the pot also had a slight mark.

Uncle Fred, who was using a flat knife to scrape the blood and sheep fat off the sheepskin, raised his head to look at the sky and rubbed his face vigorously with his greasy sleeves. The skin was scraped clean. This was the 37th magic antelope skin, but there were still magic antelopes as tall as a hill waiting to be skinned on the grassland.

Someone shouted, "The leader is back!"

"Ah, the leader is back. It seems that this is the last batch of magic antelopes transported back. Today's harvest is really good." The adventurer who escorted the magic antelopes back first squatted aside and watched the leather workers skinning them skillfully. When he saw the adventurer members returning, he also stood up to greet them.

"It's too late. Why haven't you arranged to light a fire and cook yet? Let the leather workers in the caravan take a break. These magic antelopes need to be skinned overnight. If they are late for one second, they will lose some magic power. We can't afford the loss! If we continue like this, we will all be exhausted before we finish skinning. Alas, I didn't expect to encounter such a large flock of sheep. I don't have enough people with me!" The warrior who strode up was a warrior carrying an iris shield. His strong and powerful body was covered with a layer of dark iron armor. The sharp friction between the iron armor when walking made people's teeth ache. He shook his head and talked to the strong and explosive woman behind him while walking.

This is the leader of the Star Adventure Group, a formally registered warrior.

There were only two warriors officially registered in the Star Adventure Group. The other was a woman with a spear on her back and a particularly fit body. Her face was always painted with oil paint, so her original appearance could not be seen clearly, but her unusually large eyes exuded a wild light. The thin ponytail behind her head hung down to her buttocks. The tight leather clothes made her overly curvy body exude devilish charm. Kuz told me that he felt that woman was more dangerous.

With the appearance of the leader of the Star Adventure Group, the warriors who returned from hunting in front began to appear in front of me one after another. Tia was carrying a bow and arrow, bare-chested, holding his leather armor and long sword in his hands. He was so tired that he lay directly on the ox cart under my feet like a dead dog, looking at me pitifully like a poor puppy and said, "Mr. Jia, can you give me a piece of life-saving maltose?"

This rogue always tries to get my oatmeal milk candy as much as possible at the right time and for a legitimate reason.

Tia always calls the candy by the wrong name, and I didn't make many of them because Kuz didn't like to eat them at all.

Kuz has no interest in any sweets. Even if he got me honey, it was only because Old Kuru said that it was a great tonic and could help me heal my injuries as quickly as possible.

The name of the so-called oatmeal candy was also made up by me. I just wrapped the crispy oatmeal in honey and cream, rolled them into rice balls, and wrapped them with leaves of a kind of vanilla. This thing is extremely high in calories and is an excellent food for replenishing physical strength.

I was also bored some time ago. I occupied Old Kuru's clay stove and cooked various things similar to my previous memories for myself, trying to find a sense of existence. At that time, I seemed to be a little crazy. I kept thinking of various possible things to make, and then tried to make them one by one. Oatmeal candy was the product of that time.

I rolled my eyes and snorted softly. I must not have a good face for this lazy dog. This guy is just a lazy snake who climbs on the pole. Kuz also unloaded the water truck at this time, turned his head and said to me: "Ji Jia, don't give him candy!"

There are not many things that can make Kuz upset, and Tia happened to do a stupid and boring one.

One day, this kid took Kuz to the camp of the dance troupe and peeked at women taking a bath. This was nothing. The sad thing was that Kuz couldn't understand what was so attractive about a naked human girl. Then he asked Tia a question outside the bathroom that was simply surrounded by cowhide. Tia disappeared before he finished speaking, and then Kuz was completely miserable.

That time, Kuz's butt was whipped open by the iron whip, and he lay in bed with me for two weeks. At that time, I had to lie in bed for half a month when the fire poison attacked. The taste of fried meat almost drove me crazy, and Kuz was even crazier than me.

Kuz was also exhausted at this time. His leather coat was already wrapped around his waist. The wolf orcs' upper body was strong and muscular, making them all look like American bodybuilders, and their arms were longer, which looked very beautiful.

The sweat all over his body mixed with the dirty blood on the animal skin made the thick chest hair on his chest stick together. Kuz walked to my side and found an open space. He performed thirteen basic stretching movements in succession, and then said to me: "My grandfather said that after overdrawing physical strength is the best time to breed original force. At this time, you need to stretch your muscles and bones, so that the body's strength will be more balanced."

I know this, Kuz said this to Tia, I didn't expect Kuz's heart to be so delicate.

I kicked Tia with my little foot, took out a piece of oatmeal candy from my pocket and threw it on Tia, then said: "Brother Tia, take Kuz to the lake to wash up, you and him are all dirty. We're going to have dinner soon, how can you eat like this?"

"Why can't you eat? All the brothers who go hunting outside are like this, but you are the most germophobic..."

I quickly picked up the oatmeal candy thrown on him, ran away quickly and continued to ask: "Do you want to eat it? Do you want to eat it?"

Tia has a special preference for candy and can't resist the temptation of oatmeal candy. Of course, if he is willing to use force, he can easily snatch the candy from my hand with just one hand. After all, I am only more than 5 years old, more than ten years younger than him.

He can even stop me from moving forward by just pressing a finger on my forehead, or easily lift me up by grabbing the collar of my fur coat.

But he is also a well-educated knight. He has his own creed. He will never bully the weak and can even treat us equally.

Tia never has any mercy on us, but he treats people sincerely.

Although I am young, I am much more mature than ordinary people. Although I dare not show it, I usually show that I want to seek equal treatment.

So Tia is the most compatible with my temper, and we are more relaxed when joking.

Tia climbed up from the carriage with a little fatigue, hugged Kuz's shoulders and sucked in cold air, "hiss, hiss", and said to me while shaking his sore arms: "Eat, eat, eat, you have to save it for me, I'm going to take a bath with Master Zi now."

Taking a cold shower at this time will also promote blood circulation throughout the body, which is good for them. The orcs' view on strength is very simple: only after the limit of exercise can the source of strength grow.

Although chatting, the pen in my hand was not idle, and I still recorded the spoils divided into two in an orderly manner.

At this time, I saw the overall statistics and found that although the number of people in the Stars Adventure Group was almost three times that of the Wind Chasers Adventure Group, the spoils were definitely not more than 20% more than those of the Wind Chasers. Moreover, when identifying the quality of fur, the magic antelopes on the Stars side were more likely to have their leg bones smashed and then stabbed in the heart with a sharp sword, so that there would be a very obvious thin sword wound on the soft chest between the two front legs of the magic antelope, and this sword wound was deep into the heart vein.

Some magic antelopes seemed to be frozen all over, and their flesh and blood were frozen. Even on the way back, there were signs of melting. However, the inner cavity of the magic antelope was full of ice debris, and it was obvious that it had been damaged by a very powerful ice magic. Is there a mysterious magician in the Stars Adventure Group?

"Your handwriting is very nice, but it looks strange. There is no problem with the order of each stroke. Why does each character always feel square? Oh, you see, your stroke should be smoother, just circle it like this, don't make a sharp right angle, well, this is not bad..." The young female magician who was responsible for taking care of our logistics team during the day stood beside me at some point, and suddenly said something that almost scared me off the ox cart. She grabbed me casually, squatted beside me, pointed at the words I carved on the parchment with a knife and pen, and told me the shortcomings.

I finally understood why Master Pailes always looked at my handwriting with a strange look when he taught me the imperial language, but he never said there was anything wrong with my handwriting. As long as it was written correctly and not awkward, he would never care. I gave her a thankful smile, and she patted my face affectionately, and touched my forehead with hers and said, "Who would have the heart to lose such a cute little girl like you? I think you're great!"

This was the first time a woman had spoken to me so intimately since I came to this world. I originally thought that this female magician was an iceberg beauty. Although she didn't quite fit my definition of beauty, I couldn't deny her beauty.

During the day, she also gave me a handful of beans, and later let me drink some water. I felt her kindness towards me. I could only act cute: "Thank you, sister."

"Thank me for what?" The thank you in the imperial language must have a clear meaning. Her praise and kindness normally don't require my thanks, but I brought my previous memories into this world again, and opened my mouth and said it subconsciously. The female magician asked me puzzled.

I could only bite my upper lip with my lower teeth, look at her with my big eyes, and say to her naively: "Thank you, sister, for praising me!"

"Wow! Your way of speaking is so interesting, but the dwarves don't seem to speak like that. Where are you from?" The young female magician squatted beside me with a smile, her eyes like crescent buds.

I could only say seriously: "I don't know either."

The magic antelopes were recorded one by one, and the female magician next to me never spoke again. She just squatted beside me and watched me carve words on the parchment with a knife and pen. After a long time, when she was almost done recording the magic antelopes, she said to me seriously: "You hold the pen with a very steady hand. I can see that you are very tired and almost can't hold the knife and pen, but you have a very strong self-control and you actually persisted."

"I want to work hard and get more white bread." I said honestly. This is what Uncle Fred told me. The group of people who participated in the hunting group will not only have a reward of about three silver coins, but also eat sweet white bread. I don't have a three-silver-coin reward. I think it would be great if I could get one silver coin. So white bread is what I want most. I have been eating black bread that is so rough that it can almost scratch my intestines these days. It's really unbearable.

"Haha, such a low request. Oh, by the way, my name is Guoguo, you can call me Sister Guoguo. If you want to eat white bread, you can come to me anytime. I seem to have a jar of golden apple jam, which is a specialty of El Town. It tastes pretty good!" The female magician said easily.

Guoguo? The water magician of the Wind Chaser Adventure Group? Oh my God!

Tia has talked about their adventure group many times. I know that there is a magician in their team who is good at water healing and auxiliary magic. It turns out to be this big sister. She looks so young! Of course, I will not be stingy and call out obediently: "Sister Guoguo!"

The night is like thick ink dyed into clear water, which penetrates the darkness. The starry sky becomes extremely bright, and the cool wind weakens a lot, but on this night, in such early spring, it is still a bit cold.

On the other side of the hillside, there are rows of wooden frames for tightening leather, two of them leaning against each other, waiting for the leather to dry before applying saltpeter, and the rows are neat like the tents in the military camp.

Three bonfires were lit on the south slope. Even in such a simple camp, each small group still acted according to their own ideas. Although the fuel was not much, they were still divided into three fires.

I think the two adventure groups are not close enough to eat and live together. Besides, they still need to count the spoils of the day while eating. It’s embarrassing to talk when everyone is together!

The leather workers in the caravan are independent small groups from us. The middle-class system in the empire is very complicated. The highest status is His Majesty the Great Emperor - Prince - Duke - Marquis - Earl - Viscount - Baron.

The warriors who successfully registered in the union will have the rank of knights, and they will still be one level higher than the civilians. Then there are civilians-pariahs-wanderers-slaves. The lowest status is slaves, without any power. Wanderers are a group of people without identity, any property, or skills. They can be more appropriately described as beggars. Pariahs are people who work in lowly industries, such as night watchmen, streetwalkers, thieves, etc. ,

Leatherworkers can only be regarded as civilians at best. If they are with adventurers with knight status, their status will inevitably be lower. However, in fact, these people are not much different. The poor knights are far less comfortable than the civilians. Who dares to look down on whom!

So three bonfires were lit, and each team prepared their own dinner. However, you can eat fresh mutton at night. These skinned demon antelopes cannot be taken away at all. At most, you can take away some pickled lamb legs. Most of the meat and skeletons will be abandoned on the southern slope of this grassland, waiting for wild beasts such as grassland wind wolves to eat them clean.

The sad night, the evening breeze blew again.