My Magic Age

The magic wheels rolled over the gravel, making the dry valley road dusty for a while. Sitting in the magic caravan, it was not as bumpy as imagined. The caravan had good shock absorption. Lying on the soft carpet in the carriage, only the slight sound of gear transmission could be heard. Thirteen huge magic machines followed the Thunder Rhino Team steadily. From a distance, it looked like a train running on the plateau.

These days, I have been taken care of by Catalina, Qige's personal maid, and I have really experienced how comfortable it is to be served by others, especially a pleasing and delicate red-haired beauty who was surrounded by me and was ordered around by me, but her cute appearance without any complaints gradually helped me get rid of the shadow of my first murder.

Every silent night is like a mysterious veil covering my eyes, like endless water soaking my body, I will think of the hideous and terrifying appearance of the dwarf warrior who fell under the wolf tooth dagger, and I will feel the huge waves in my spiritual sea, the layers of huge waves hitting the precarious lighthouse on the scorched rocks by the sea, and impacting my not-so-solid spiritual beacon.

I even clearly know that I am trapped in the spiritual sea at this time. Sister Guoguo told me that this is my inner demon, and the violent sea is the negative emotions suppressed in my heart. Every time at this time, Katarina will hug me tightly when I am soaked in sweat and struggling in my sleep, and sing a ballad in the imperial language in my ear that can make my heart peaceful. The gentle and melodious singing is like the whisper of my sister.

Every time the turmoil in the sea of ​​spirit subsided, I would feel that my magic perception was significantly enhanced. I found that I could condense two groups of magic force between my fingers at the same time, and let these two groups of magic force move around my five fingers in different trajectories, and feel the weak magic fluctuations in the magic force ball like tides. I think I should find an opportunity to ask old Kuru for advice. But at least I know that every time the nightmare ends, I will feel that my mental power seems to increase slightly, but this feeling is getting weaker and weaker.

Whenever I calm down and fall asleep, she always carefully avoids my injuries, for fear that the slightest movement will hurt me. She has not slept well these days, because as long as I make the slightest movement at night, she will wake up, sleepily whispering in my ear to ask if I have a nightmare again, if I want to drink water or go to the toilet. Even if the water cup is just on the bedside cabinet within reach, she will not let me get it myself, but hold me with one hand to sit up, stretch out the other arm, and stretch half of her body to reach the exquisite ceramic cup. Her soft and thick long hair always touches my face, which feels itchy and numb.

I always want to insist on doing these things by myself, because I think I have recovered well and there is no problem taking care of myself.

Every morning and evening are the noisiest times in the caravan. Young girls are required to take care of their own affairs before morning classes. There are four dormitories on the first floor of the caravan. Only Singh's room is a four-person room, while the other three are more crowded six-person rooms, all of which are fully occupied. Every morning, more than 20 girls will scramble to get water and food amid the chirping.

At this time, I would lie comfortably in bed with Katarina in my arms. A smug smile appeared on her face, and she turned her head with sleepy eyes and said to me with a smile: "If it weren't for taking care of you, my little master, I would have to go to early classes every day like Leah and the others. You don't know how determined I am to get out of bed so early every day."

Leah and Kong Zhen are the other two dancers living in this dormitory. They are middle-level managers at the level of class leaders. They are the best among the dancers in terms of figure and appearance. They can stand out among many girls. These two are naturally very discerning. They will silently send breakfast back to Singer and Katarina every morning. At this time, Singer has already gotten up and finished tidying up. He climbed up to the second floor with the special exquisite breakfast belonging to Qi Ge to serve Qi Ge.

Lia is more outgoing, and has a good relationship with Katarina. She likes to joke with her.

I don't care about the boring teasing of these women. Most of them are well-intentioned. Sometimes, Leah would help me wash my feet at night. There was one thing I was not used to, that is, when they washed people's feet, they always knelt on the carpet. This was not special to me, but Singer and Katrina often did this. I once secretly asked Singer why they did this to others. Singer said naturally: This is required in etiquette class. If you don't do it well, you will be whipped.

Kong Zhen is the youngest girl among the four people in the room. She is introverted and weak, and looks very sweet. She always cleans the whole room silently, and she will never look abrupt, just like an invisible person. Sometimes I even feel that if I don't pay attention, the whole room will be cleaned and tidy without making a sound.

Sometimes, Qi Ge will come down to see me in casual clothes when she is free. In front of these dancers, her eyes always look particularly bright, and her face is smiling. That kind of natural aristocratic temperament makes her particularly different even if she hides in the crowd. Sometimes we would have a brief chat, and she would quietly ask me if I was satisfied with her maid. Her bright big eyes were filled with a strange smile, and she asked me in a teasing tone: If I bury my head in Catalina's arms, will I stop having nightmares?

I glared at him angrily to cover up my extreme embarrassment. Even though my red ears betrayed me, I still had to stiffen my neck and clamor to live on the back of Thunder Rhinoceros. Qi Ge would think that I had such a childish temper. It was particularly interesting, and she told me with great interest that none of her brothers dared to be so unreasonable in front of her, so I shouted angrily to her: Do you still want to go out for a happy adventure with me?

She laughed so much that she couldn't even stand upright.

Sometimes, Qige would also find time to play a game of chess with me. A game similar to chess is our favorite. At this time, the red-haired girl Catalina would wait quietly aside. She was much more reserved in front of Qige, while Singer was more natural. Maybe it was because he was more familiar with Qige. Occasionally, he would Help me with my moves, and together we can deal with Qige, who is much better than me in chess. I think beast chess mainly depends on luck, but the facts just keep proving that Qige's luck is much better than mine.

...beautiful dividing line...

When Kuz came to visit me in the caravan a few days ago, he secretly told me that the caravan had run out of water. The entire caravan had to try its best to collect some water every night. The men in the caravan had been restricted from drinking water. I worriedly asked him how long it had been since he drank water. Kuz smiled and pointed to the moss-covered valley outside and said proudly: The entire Pai Plateau is my home. How can I lack water?

He rarely comes to the caravan. Old Kuru's warning is like the Maginot Line of defense in Kuz's heart, guarding his final bottom line. What Kuz always says to me is that the red curtain can destroy all ambitions. Ambition can even make a hero unable to hold a sword and no longer have the courage to chop off the enemy's head.

I was furious after hearing this and scolded him: "Then if you keep me here, are we still brothers?"

Kurtz blushed and said squeakingly: "My grandpa said that there is a devil in your heart, which can only be resolved with the love of a mother. Everyone needs to get through this hurdle in their hearts. He also said that everyone People have different views on others and have different moral bottom lines. The kinder the person is and the more others respect life, the harder it is for him to cross the wall in his heart. "

He was narrating the original words of Old Kuru in the orc language. He couldn't remember some parts well and he stammered.

"He said that the walls in your heart are very high. He also said that the hearts of ordinary children are as pure as parchment, but there is a golden sea in your heart." Kurtz looked at me incomprehensibly, hoping that I To explain the words of these old Kuru. Seeing that I didn't have the slightest idea to say anything, he added: "The first time I killed a dwarf thief in the tribe, it wasn't much better than yours. At that time, I just used a hunting knife to lightly touch the dwarf's neck. My head rolled to the side and blood was splashed all over me. My father later said that my eyes were red at that time. I just remember that I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep all night, but I never had any nightmares.”

Kurtz would always try his best to communicate with me in the less proficient Imperial dialect when outsiders were around. His pronunciation was clumsy, but his words were extremely sincere, and he asked me with concern: "Do you still have nightmares every night? "

I shook my head and pointed at Catalina beside me, who was looking out the window at the distant mountains in boredom, and said, "I only dream about it occasionally. Every time I have a nightmare, she shakes me awake."

Every time Kurtz looked at Catalina, he would blush for no reason. I never thought that human beauties could be so attractive to orcs. Looking at Kurtz's youthful look, I felt like he was in this dormitory. Staying for even one second is a torture.

I asked Kurtz to lift his clothes and saw that there was a huge scar on his chest that was as long as a foot long, like a terrifying centipede. Kuz proudly told me that he would have the right to get a tattoo when he returns to the tribe. Only warriors who have been on the battlefield have this qualification. Kurtz was very envious of the self-healing ability of my bloodline talent. Before leaving, he didn't forget to persuade me to change my mind. He should go learn combat skills together. It would be better to become a warrior instead of a hunter.

I looked at him silently, and he read what I wanted to say from my eyes, and said goodbye to me with disappointment in his eyes.

Sister Guoguo hopes that I can have more contact with other people. I will eventually return to the human world, so she hopes that I will stay in the caravan for a longer period of time.

Qi Ge felt that the conditions in the caravan were better and more suitable for me to recuperate. As a friend, I could occasionally spend extra time with her, so naturally she didn't want me to leave. Moreover, she would never let me leave when I was in the Thunder Rhino team. It’s easy to find me. She told me that she had a wish, that is to travel the entire continent together when we grow up. She also said that as long as I become an official warrior, she would consider choosing me to be her guardian. I asked her what a guardian is, and she smiled. Didn't say anything.

Old Kuru wanted me to completely defeat my inner demons. He always thought that my personality gradually became more extreme while I was struggling in the caravan. Playing with Kuz, I was subtly influenced by him. I have learned the wild nature of beasts. As long as the blood in my heart is warm, I will rush forward and fight with people regardless. Old Kuru criticized me and Kurtz for not being brave, but for being reckless. He also wanted me to cultivate here for a while.

Catalina held my hand and stood at the door with me, watching quietly as Kurtz's figure slowly walked away.