My Magic Age

I changed into a prom dress in the boys' locker room. The straight tuxedo on me always made me feel like I should wear a thin sword on my waist, which might be cooler. Just when I was worrying about this sudden idea, I realized that almost all the other boys in the locker room were wearing decorative swords. It looked like this kind of outfit was just a piece of shit on the street, so I immediately canceled it. This thought. I remembered that there was a Tiger Eye Stone Drum in the magic waist bag in the closet, so I simply tied the Tiger Eye Stone Drum around my waist with a cloth belt. When I walked, the strap of the Tiger Eye Stone Drum kept following my body. Swinging has its own flavor.

A different atmosphere has appeared in the college. The sky has gradually darkened. The eaves of the teaching building, the windows, the brocade trees on both sides of the road, and the branches of the fragrant trees are already covered with various kinds of flowers. The festive lights and colorful neon lights are reflected on the face of the girl on the roadside, and even the most familiar people will take a second look at her. There was a moving melody coming from the playground on campus. No venue could accommodate such a grand dance with thousands of people. Only the square where Warrior Academy usually practiced was most suitable for holding such large-scale dances. This was true for previous dances.

The gardeners who were responsible for setting up the lanterns had begun to evacuate one after another. They had completed the final debugging work. The gramophone on the loudspeaker magic array in the square had not yet been installed. At this time, Ross, the dean of students in the college, was already in a hurry. stand impatiently On the side, the magic teacher was using a magic book as a fan to keep fanning. There was a trace of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't want to urge the tuning too much. He just kept repeating: "It doesn't matter." , take your time, we still have time, we still have time.”

The magic teacher who tuned the music turned a deaf ear and just squatted in the center of the magic circle, opened the box of the gramophone, and carefully examined the magic pattern circle bit by bit. He insisted that the magic pattern magic circle must have been transported during transportation. , was damaged, making the gramophone worth twenty gold coins unable to produce sound. The magic teacher was thin and wore a set of dusty magic robes. He had a pair of glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle on his nose, and his hair was as messy as a henhouse. He silently told others: Its owner Is a magic scholar.

There are square tables nearly a kilometer long around the playground, and whole rolls of silk are spread on the long tables. At this time, fruit plates have begun to be placed on the tables, and golden apples with water droplets are hanging on the basin. The large and small fruit plates were piled up like a hill, and there were strawberries, grapes, and honeydew melons. These fruits, which are rarely seen in El City, are also very expensive. Now, they were all placed on the buffet banquet. , only the dance held by the Zhan Zhan Academy can be so luxurious.

Dozens of ovens were set up on the lawn nearby. Dozens of roast chickens and roast geese were constantly rotating in the ovens. The golden crispy skin was dripping with fat and white. The chefs in chef's hats were busy brushing honey and olive oil on the roast chicken and goose in the oven.

Wearing a beautiful blue evening dress, Ya ran hurriedly from the side road and stopped next to the amplified magic circle. She knitted her brows together and looked anxiously at the thin man in the center of the circle. Magic scholar, at this time, Ross, the dean of students, who was waiting anxiously aside, asked Molayar: "How is it? Have you got the spare gramophone?"

"The gramophone was sent to the magic shop for maintenance, and I haven't gotten it back yet!" Ya tried her best to keep her breathing steady. In order to make her waist look slimmer, her petticoat ribbon seemed to be too tight for her to dare. breathe.

"Is there no problem with the gramophones in other places?" Ross, the dean of students, had no choice but to accept this fact. Now he can only pray that this person will call the gramophone to sing the lyrics. How to throw a mace and eat a rice cooker

After saying that, he put the book in Ya's hand, sweating profusely, and returned to the center of the amplification circle, and began to patiently comfort the magic scholar: "Don't be anxious, take your time, we still have time." .

Seeing that the temporary task had been completed, Ya limped to the grass on the side. Ya pulled the hem of her skirt with one hand, revealing a section of her white calf. She bent down with some difficulty and removed the crystal high-heeled shoes on her feet. He untied his belt, kicked off his shoes casually, stood barefoot on the grass, and rubbed his slender ankles with a grimace.

I stood under the Lianxiang tree and looked at her quietly. She looked at me a little apologetically, probably because she had agreed to meet here, but she was a little late.

I walked over and picked up the glass slipper on the grass and held it in my hand, then stretched out my arm beside her. She smiled happily, hugged my arm, and walked little by little to the bench on the other side of the grass. .

"Didn't you tell me that you wouldn't feel tired after running in the jungle for several days?" I asked her with a smile.

"I was running a little hastily when I went to the warehouse and twisted my foot!" She said, pulling up the hem of her skirt again, revealing her snow-white feet. The five round toes under the slender arch were very cute. However, the inside of her ankle was highly swollen, and she said somewhat depressedly: "It seems that I won't be able to dance!"

I have always thought that Ya is a cheerful and strong girl, but now it seems that her tenacity has exceeded my imagination. Her ankle has become very swollen, but she is still able to endure the pain and insist on running the last section of the road. Finally completed his task. She didn't have any pain expression, as if she had lost her sense of pain, but she was worried about not being able to dance. I said, "Then I will sit here with you and watch them dance. Anyway, I don't want to dance." Can jump."

But Moraya looked very happy and said, "Maybe not, don't forget that I am a magician!"

I took out a few seeds from the package. The shells of those green nuts that looked like acorns had complicated patterns. I was a little curious, so I asked Molayar: "What are these powerful seeds?" Where did you get it?”

She smiled and said to me: "Wood magicians all have a companion profession, and they are all excellent botanists. Cultivating seeds with strange abilities is only part of the knowledge they learn."

I have been influenced by Old Kuru since I was a child, and I have also been very interested in potions. Since Moraya can spawn the seeds of some plants, I was more curious and asked her: "Then can you control some magic herbs?" grow?"

Moraya directly poked my forehead with her finger and said with a smile: "What are you thinking! Even a great magician or a magister can't induce the birth of magic herbs! Otherwise, why would those magic potions be so expensive? Hey, you will know the value of magic potion later!"

While he was talking, a series of crackling noises like popping beans came from the amplification magic array on the other side of the lawn. The people around him didn't know what happened. They passed by the sound of escape at a loss, but saw Ross, the dean of students. Looking at the skinny magic scholar in shock and anger, At this time, he was holding the expensive gramophone in both hands, and his whole face was covered with black ash. His eyes with thick bottoms had now completely turned into sunglasses, and his messy hair had been burned to black smoke. Fortunately, His magic robe has some fire resistance, so it won't burn him. But his expression darkened.

Molayar quickly asked me to help her over. After all, she is also a magician and wanted to see if there was anything she could do to help.

However, the dean of students was on the verge of an explosion at this time. If it weren't for the other party's reputation in the academy and his status as a magic scholar, dean of students Ross would have gone crazy on the spot.

"The magic rune line on the Thorium metal plate on the front part was broken. I originally wanted to connect it, but my hand shook at the last moment. Alas! My hands are unstable and I am destined not to become an inscriber. "The ageless magic scholar murmured to himself. He looked much older at this moment. It seemed that the failure to repair the phonograph had a great impact on him. He may have some doubts about his future life.

Ross, the dean of students, suppressed his anger. I saw that his hands shrunk in his sleeves were shaking. He looked at the dark gramophone in the arms of the magic scholar and asked without giving up: "Scholar Yerkes, is this magic machine still good?" Can it be repaired?”

Magic scholar Yerkes' face turned black when asked by Dean of Students Ross. He even called himself a scholar, obviously with some slight irony. This is just a standard gramophone, produced by goblins in the Magic Industrial Park of the Imperial Capital. Although the processing factory opened is ingenious, the principles of the core mechanism have long been cracked. Now the magic machinery course in the Green Royal Academy of Magic is In the practical class, the magicians who came here to study were required to assemble a gramophone similar to this model by hand. I was just repairing the magic pattern on the magic metal plate, but accidentally damaged the magic pattern and triggered the core. The device caused the magic crystal in the core energy zone to self-destruct. In fact, such a simple matter can be solved by simply replacing the Thorium metal plate in the front part.

Yerkes was silent for a moment. After weighing the difference between repairing and not repairing, he raised his head and said, "It can still be repaired, but I need an assistant! My hand is injured and I can no longer hold the engraving pen. This Thorium metal Fortunately, the board is not damaged. We only need to repair the magic pattern array on it and add another piece of magic crystal fragment, and it can be used again. "

Ross, the dean of students, had a dark eye and said to himself: It's so late, where can I find an assistant for you?

At this moment, Moraya next to me said, "Can I?"

The two of them were stunned, Yawei smiled and said: "I am a wood magician, I can be your assistant!"

"Let me look at your left hand." At this time, magic scholar Yerkes suddenly said.

Ya didn't think much, just spread out the hand holding my arm and stretched it out. The skin on her hands is very delicate, and her fingers are slender, but not very white. They are a healthy wheat color. However, after she let go of her hand, the strain on her injured ankle made her feel an excruciating pain in her ankle. Ya frowned slightly and gritted her teeth without making a sound.

"Hey, are you injured?" Magic scholar Yerkes asked, and then looked carefully at Ya's hand, but he shook his head and sighed: "It seems that your ankle is injured. It can be seen from your hand. When you were studying in the magic academy, you barely used a magic engraving pen. You have no foundation at all in drawing inscriptions, and you are injured, so it is easy to fail!"

When Ya heard this, he said sheepishly: "Scholar Yerkes, I was in the academy and took the elective course Magic Potion, but I didn't study inscription literature."

She was not standing firmly at this time, and her body fell towards me. I reached out to help her, holding her arms tightly with both hands to stabilize her body.

Yekis stared at my hand at this time. He was worried that he could not see clearly, so he reached out to wipe his glasses that looked like the bottom of a wine bottle. He took two steps forward, and there was a light in his eyes. He asked me directly: "Can you help me do it?"

I shook my head and said: "Me? But I'm not a magician!"

"I saw you at the Magic Academy. You are a magic apprentice, right? That's enough!" Yekis put down the phonograph in his hand, took a step forward and carefully examined my hand, and said again affirmatively.

The Dean of Discipline Ross and Morayaer looked at Yekis in surprise. They all thought that this magic scholar had a brain injury due to the explosion just now, and he actually asked the magic apprentice freshman who had just enrolled for less than a month to repair the phonograph. Maybe the phonograph was broken to the point where it could not be repaired. He was looking for a way out for himself!

At this time, many people had gathered around the sound amplification array. I thought that things could not continue to be deadlocked like this, so I said to Yekis: "Okay, tell me what to do!"

When Yekis saw that I agreed, he was happy, picked up the phonograph and returned to the center of the sound amplification array.

I wanted to help Morayaer to the edge of the array to wait for me. I was worried that if I failed, the explosion would hurt her. But she said stubbornly: "I want to stand aside and watch."

I saw that she insisted, so I didn't persuade her, just let her follow me.

The magic scholar Yekis sat in front of the phonograph, waiting for me quietly. When he saw me coming over, he directly handed a sharp magic engraving pen to my hand, and removed a piece of thorium metal plate from the phonograph, and began to explain to me the principle of this front part of the metal plate. Seeing him talking a lot of useless words, the dean of discipline Ross standing by the side turned green.

I reached out to take the ancient magic engraving pen, and a gentle magic power came from the engraving pen. I listened to him talking about the recording principle of the phonograph magic pattern array. For a while, I was also dizzy. After each long explanation of the magic principle, the scholar Yekis would disassemble the method he thought of and tell me little by little. Gradually, a rough plan has been formed in my mind.

At the end, he asked me: "Is there anything you don't understand?"

I broke out in a sweat. I almost didn't understand it at all! But I didn't want to get entangled here. Since he had already said the repair plan, I could only bite the bullet and say: "I want a piece of magic parchment, and draw this plan on the parchment. If there is no problem with the drawing, it's not too late to start the modification on the thorium plate."

"Okay!" Magic scholar Yekis said without hesitation, and then fumbled around on his body, but didn't find half a page of paper.

His eyes fell on the magic book in Moraya's hand, and he asked curiously, "Why is my magic book with you?"

Moraya didn't know how to answer for a moment, but the dean of discipline stood up and took the magic book from Ya's hand, and then said to scholar Yekis, "I gave it to her for safekeeping."

Yekis took the heavy magic book, tore off a page of parchment from it, handed it to me and said, "You can draw on it!"

Suddenly, there was silence all around, with only the sound of music coming from afar and the breathing of the crowd.

No one expected that scholar Yekis would tear the book so neatly and confidently. You know, every magic book is priceless, and he actually tore the book like this...