My Magic Age

The long street of Ayr City was dimly lit. The street lamps on both sides of the street were all lit up. The dim halo was reflected on the faces of pedestrians through the glass cover, which was so soft. The warm evening breeze blew on people, making this hot summer feel cool. Many people who hid in the house during the day to escape the heat would go out to the streets at this time, or move a chair in front of their house and sit together to enjoy the cool air.

The men would take out some sweet and sour golden apple wine from the wine cellar, pour it into the decanter of the glass bottle, and then let the children go to the ice shop at the corner of the street to buy some ice cubes, throw a few pieces in it, and the remaining cool ice cubes would become a good product for children to cool off in the summer. However, there are new changes in the ice shops in Aier City this year. Now the children are no longer satisfied with the bland ice cubes. They prefer a cold drink of red bean shaved ice. When the children walk back from the street corner with a bowl of cool red bean shaved ice in one hand and an ice bucket in the other, I wonder if the hands of the men sitting under the lianxiang tree will tremble when they touch their wallets. Maybe they are thinking that they should work harder when they go to work tomorrow.

The housewives sitting on the wooden blocks at the door may talk about the price reduction of something in the grocery store this summer. They are whispering and discussing that the raw cowhide in a certain store has dropped again. Maybe they should take advantage of the price reduction to buy a piece of leather to make a pair of suede shoes, and line the shoes with a piece of wolf skin to ensure that they will be warm all winter.

Many merchants in El City are dumping some of the inventory in the warehouse. No one can tell whether the canned food and leather shipped from the plateau will deteriorate or get worms in such a hot summer. Instead of that, it is better to turn the inventory in the warehouse into delicious dishes on the citizens' tables in this midsummer. Recently, more and more caravans have come down from the Pai Plateau, and the variety of goods they bring back has also increased. They are like countless stones thrown into a pond, causing waves on the surface of the originally very calm business district in El City.

I am thinking about the future livelihood of those orcs. Since they have become my followers, I can't let them live in shacks all the time, cooking the leaves picked up from the vegetable market and eating the slop from the restaurant in an iron pot every day. It's really a headache. Maybe they don't mind living in that strange plane, if that's okay...

After all, I should discuss it with those orcs. Maybe they can have their own tents tonight. Tomorrow morning, they should be able to eat black bread and drink oatmeal porridge, and they don't have to get up from the cold bed with an empty stomach. It's not easy to go to work in the city with the stars above your head, if there is a choice...

The copper collar on the neck of the elf girl who set out alone was taken in my hand. Unfortunately, my name was not engraved on this collar in the end. Before leaving, the elf girl's bright eyes finally revealed gratitude from the bottom of her heart. At that moment, she was sure that she had gained the most precious freedom.

Before she left, she said to me: She still can't believe it, she asked me why?

At that time, I just smiled at her faintly and said casually: In fact, there is really no reason. If there is one, it is too far-fetched.

Her eyes were as clear as lake water and beautiful. After she regained her freedom, some magic fluctuations appeared around her body. After the "soul contract" that restricted her freedom was annulled by me, and the magic restrictions set by the slave catcher on her body were all lifted, I found that her eyes were not only still clear, but also gradually revealed the confidence that only the strong have.

The elf girl looked at me, probably wanting to know what the very far-fetched reason was.

I was a little overwhelmed by her stare, and could only say with some embarrassment: "Fifty magic crystals! No matter what, I can't bear to spend it to buy a female slave. You were bought and given to me by a good friend of mine. He felt that he owed me a big favor, so he wanted to give me a very expensive gift."

"This is not a reason!" The elf girl's imperial language was not standard, but her voice was very pleasant.

I muttered in a low voice: "I don't like elves!"

I'm not sure if she could hear me clearly, but I guess she seemed to hear me at that time, because when she turned around and left, she glared at me fiercely. Just when I thought she would go up to the airport tower with the crowd, she turned her back to me and said softly: "Can't you make that reason more reasonable? You can say that you are looking for love on the road of life, or pursuing truth on the road of magic, or you can say that you want to help those around you to the best of your ability..."

Instead, I couldn't hear her words clearly in the end. The tone of her speech was like singing, but I was just full of emotion at that time. She is really an elf from the capital of art!

Before she left, she said "I hope I can have the opportunity to see you again in the future", which shows that she is still grateful to me.

Thinking about every trivial thing one by one, I have unknowingly arrived at that familiar street. From a distance, I saw the lights on in the attic, and Tracy's figure leaning out of the attic window, probably taking advantage of the windy night to cool off comfortably.

The street lamp in the distance stretched my shadow very long. As I slowly approached the street lamp, the shadow behind me became clearer and clearer. The base of each street lamp is engraved with some simple magic patterns. The wick in the lampshade is actually a hollow copper ball mixed with a trace amount of magic copper. However, the craftsmen have painted the surface of the copper ball. A thin layer of moonstone powder, with some shards of magic crystals placed in In the central area of ​​the magic pattern array, the entire magic pattern array relies on those magic crystal fragments to drive the moonstone powder to emit a dim glow. This kind of magic lamp has a simple structure, and its only core is the one coated with moonstone powder. The hollow copper ball and the magic pattern array under the copper ball.

This kind of street lamp is a commodity shipped from the imperial capital. In all the magic guilds in the entire northern city, no inscriptionist can simplify the magic pattern array in the street lamp so thoroughly, and even use moonstone and magic crystal to match it. In use, it can be said that the idea is very novel, but the cost is not cheap. Currently, only some streets in the east district of El City have such street lights installed.

The instructor in charge of magic patterns in the Magic Academy has specially studied this kind of street lamp. For this purpose, he brought a street lamp to the classroom and dismantled it on the spot. I remember that the instructor said with emotion: If any of the students here can make such a magic item to benefit the people during their lifetime, when they embark on the path of inscription master, don’t forget to send him a copy. So that he can brag about it at parties with his friends.

After returning home, I couldn't help but be nagged by Fanny. Sneaking out while recuperating was a mistake in itself. How could I dare to argue with Fanny? I could only sit at the dining table obediently and wolf down Fanny's food. The pumpkin pie was fried, and seeing that I was very hungry, Fanny lifted the copper kettle on the fire, poured out a cup of fragrant milk tea, and pushed it in front of me.

"You're obviously injured, but you still have to run around!" Fanny sat across from the dining table and complained to me.

Seeing me eating like a hungry wolf, Fanny felt distressed and angry, and couldn't help nagging me: "If you come back too late, eat something outside. Don't come back hungry. Yes." Don’t you have enough pocket money?”

Just as I was waving my hands, Tracy, who was wearing a cool and loose nightgown, came down from upstairs and said to Fanny with a complaining face: "Hey, how can you be so partial? I am your biological daughter. I’ve never seen you ask me that!”

After speaking, Tracy came to the sofa where Liant was sitting, hugged Liant's neck affectionately, pressed her forehead against Liant's bearded cheek, and murmured: "Hey, dad, did you see Fanny?" Are you jealous of being so kind to Jijia? Do you want to join forces with your daughter to protest against Fanny? "

It seemed that Ellente's embarrassing departure from my house that day did not bother Tracy too much. I breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Tracy also came to the dining table, and Fanny used her eyes fiercely. He gouged her out, poured her another cup of milk tea, and then said, "Even if you want to stay in shape, do you want to try the milk tea I made?"

On such a quiet and warm night, probably every family in El City would get together at this time to chat with each other about the day's trivial matters, and then it would feel like they had the warmth of home. The flames of the candlesticks on the dining table were beating constantly. Liant got up and went to the wine cabinet where there was a half-opened bottle of golden cider and an empty goblet. He raised the bottle and gestured to me. I shook my head. Say no.

Men in El City always like to drink a little wine after a meal. Usually they only drink some aperitifs at the table. When they usually drink, it is always after a meal, like now. Occasionally, they will find some snacks to go with the wine, sometimes it will be a simple fried fish or a plate of French fries. Girls rarely have the opportunity to drink. The custom here is that drinking is a man's business, even for Fanny. He also occasionally encourages me to taste cider.

Some people say that the men in El City are very qualified wine tasters. I think this is very appropriate. However, I prefer to drink a little while dining. I am not used to drinking after a meal like this, even here. After five years of living, I am not used to this practice. I sat quietly on the dining table eating pumpkin pie. I motioned to Tracy to take down an iron bucket from the dining table nearby. I casually raised an arm supported on the dining table and drew a line in the air with my fingers. A simple magic pattern array.

The water element slowly arranged water balls the size of pigeon eggs in the air. Just as my simple mantra fell, dozens of water balls condensed into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye amidst the crunching sound. jingle He fell into the iron bucket, and then when everyone was stunned, he pushed the iron bucket half filled with ice cubes in front of Liant, grinned slightly and smiled at him before saying: "Try the one with ice, maybe The taste is not bad either!”

In fact, since I became a magic apprentice, I rarely show off my magic skills at home. Watching Fanny and Tracy both grow their mouths very big and look at the bucket of ice cubes in shock, obviously This little spell was like an ice storm, devastating their peaceful hearts. Maybe they had never regarded me as a magic apprentice before, but now they saw the little spell I cast. , and was also extremely surprised.

Liant was not too surprised. He probably had more contact with magicians, so he was not too surprised by such a small magic skill. He just laughed happily and said: "There is a magician at home. It looks really good!”

…beautiful dividing line…

I have always had a question in my mind, and I will probably have the correct answer to this question only when I meet Meiana the Wise again.

When I met these orcs again the next day, they were still preparing lunch. I saw the half-orc girl Ella squatting beside the big iron pot with eager eyes like other orc children. I saw an orc girl wearing clean and simple leather armor cooking oatmeal porridge. She kept stirring in the pot with a big wooden spoon. The orc girl on the other side rolled rye flour into palm-sized cakes and pasted them along the edge of the iron pot. When I went there, they had already pasted half a circle.

The lame old orc Zewang is an old shaman. In the orc tribe, the level of shamans is similar to that of magic apprentices. However, for orcs, once they have magic power, they can have a stone drum totem. This is the ability of primary shamans. When they become real shamans, they will master the real totem power. However, for the old orc Zewang, he may not be able to practice to the peak state of a shaman in this life. If he cannot reach the peak state of a shaman, he will not be able to break through the bottleneck and become a real shaman. This is a great regret for Zewang. After all, every orc has the dream of becoming a great shaman in his heart.

Even in such a hot summer, the old orc insisted on wearing a leather jacket. It seems that it is difficult to change the living habits on the Pai Plateau.

The beastwomen who used to stay in the shack all day and were too poor to even afford clothes, now sat at the entrance of the tent, carefully sewing more light leather armor, even though these leathers were just ordinary cowhides bought from the leather workshop next to the slaughterhouse. The cowhides of the slaughterhouse beef cattle were very cheap, and a large number of one-horned bison cowhides transported back from the Pai Plateau flooded the entire leather market, making this kind of quality very poor, making this kind of thin and not tough enough beef cattle cowhide already rotten on the street, otherwise the leather workshop would not sell the cowhide to me at the price of one silver coin per leather.

But for these beastmen, wearing leather armor will make them feel like they are wearing clothes, and the beastwomen finally wore a simple half-body leather armor.

Maybe it was because the beastwomen rushed to make it overnight, and only one night later, they had already set up five cowhide tents next to the camp.

I don't know what this orc wise man who lived a simple life like an ascetic monk instilled in these orcs. Anyway, when they heard that they would collectively migrate to a quiet and rich small plane to live, the lame old orc Zewang seemed very excited. I didn't waste too much time talking, and I didn't even ask where to go. I agreed excitedly.

There are still many things to prepare. Before nearly a hundred orcs enter Xinliu Valley collectively, they need to make some sufficient preparations. At least everyone needs to carry some food and a sufficient number of tents. I originally suggested that Zewang buy some finished products in the market, but the old orc insisted on letting the orc girls sew them themselves. Orcs are born leather workers.

The orcs in the campfire camp have made a formation ready for a long journey. I agreed with the old orc Zewang to leave here in three days.