My Magic Age

"Hey, can you give me a glass of water?" I raised my hand and said to the waiter who happened to pass by.

The waiter quickly held the full wine glasses on the tray with his hands, stopped with some difficulty, and asked in surprise: "Sir, are you sure you want water instead of a glass of delicious golden apple wine? No matter who drinks tonight, it's Abel's treat."

"Do you think I'm suitable for drinking at my age? Drinking will affect my memory!" I found a reason for myself not to drink.

"Haha, I haven't heard of that!" The waiter had a lot to say, but his attitude was very humble and polite. Seeing that I didn't want to say more, he immediately changed the subject and said, "We also have freshly squeezed juice here, or can you get a glass of ice water?"

I stubbornly said, "Thank you, just a glass of water is fine!"

The waiter humbly said, "As you say, if there is nothing else, I will prepare it for you right away!"

Looking at the back of the waiter leaving, I don't know why I am so paranoid. As long as it is something I have determined, even if there are better options, it is difficult to change my mind. This paranoia is really unnecessary.

Tracy was holding a glass of golden apple wine and chatting with Rowling beside her. Seeing the two of them hugging each other and whispering, sometimes crying and sometimes smiling, I couldn't help but have a headache. It seems that Tracy drank a little too much today! I hope she can be better when she is drunk and toss me less twice.

Maybe I should prepare a glass of lemonade in advance and let her drink some before leaving the pub.

Just now, someone came to my side with a glass of wine and tried to chat with me. Some people are always curious about unknown things. For example, why do I have a grudge against Leon, so that I was verbally humiliated by that guy as soon as I entered the pub. Or how did I curry favor with Vernon, who has been in power at Staines College for less than two months. More people want to know what the relationship between me and Tracy is, because our appearances are so different. No matter the skin color, hair, face shape or personality, there is no similarity at all.

Although Tracy repeatedly emphasized that I am her brother, no one still believes it.

What I can't stand the most is that someone will ask me about the private things between Arendt and Tracy. It annoyed me so much that when the last bit of patience was exhausted, I changed the way I spoke and began to be silent or sarcastic.

A warrior apprentice came up to me with a glass of wine in his hand, pretending to be familiar with me. He told me that he was a friend of Tracy and Arendt, and that they had a very good relationship. He also boasted about how powerful he was, and told me that if I had any difficulties that I couldn't solve in the future, I could go to him and he would help me solve them.

I thought to myself: Can you help me find a standard magic laboratory? I answered for him in my heart: Obviously not.

After a few words, he seemed to be very familiar with me, and the topic of discussion was a little off the original track, which made me very unhappy.

"Hey, Jijia, does Arendt climb the window of your attic at night?" He was already a little drunk, and it was probably because of the alcohol that he had the courage to ask such an excessive question.

I said lightly: "No!"

He sneered, and said lazily with a drunken smile like a gangster: "Maybe you were already asleep at that time, how do you know if he climbed?"

A trace of unhappiness flashed in my eyes, but I forced myself to suppress this anger.

"...Because the attic window is in my room!" I explained. Actually, I didn't want to explain it to him, and I didn't even want to pay attention to him.

But he was like a poisonous snake, 'hitting the snake and climbing along the stick' and directly leaning his head over, spraying a breath of alcohol on my face, and asked me with a wretched expression on his face: "Then I say, Jijia, have you ever heard a strange sound... just... like the sound of a cat at night?"

"Come closer, I'll tell you quietly..." I said to the warrior apprentice with a smile. He has been around me, trying to dig out some gossip from me. Seeing that I finally wanted to say something secret, he immediately came over with a smile. I leaned over to his ear and said to him in a calm tone: "Why don't you go home and listen to your sister's... cry?"

His face suddenly became very interesting, and he stood up angrily, stretched out his hand to grab my collar, and wanted to lift me up. He was a head and a half taller than me, and his body was much stronger than me. He wanted to suppress me directly with his physical strength.

But after saying that, I was prepared. Although I sat upright on the chair and my center of gravity was somewhat unstable, I took advantage of his inattention to the lower body and kicked him firmly on the leg. I used all my strength to kick him and made him fall on the chair. The wine glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound and shattered.

The kick made him grimace in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out. His face was a little ugly, and he just glared at me silently.

He sat on the chair over there and secretly rubbed the bruises on his legs. He was silent for a long time, his face was always uncertain, and finally looked at Tracy who was talking very happily with Rowling. Thinking that I still have a father who is a Western rapier instructor, he didn't dare to do anything to me in the end.

No one would care too much about such a small matter in the pub. Everyone just saw that he fell and broke a wine glass. He turned around and continued to chat with the people next to him without caring. Some people would laugh and scold: Be careful, if you break the glass again, you will have to pay for it yourself.

But some people who were interested saw that I was so bad-tempered, and some people who originally wanted to get close to me and chat with me gave up the idea.

It felt a little late, maybe this night was too long. Sitting on the bench, I used a table knife to cut a bean into four halves, and then put the pieces into my mouth. I didn't drink a sip of the golden apple wine in front of the table, but I drank most of the glass of water.

At this time, Tracy's cheeks were already stained with a layer of red. She was the kind of person whose eyes would shine when she drank, and the more she drank, the brighter her eyes became.

I began to pray silently, this guy must not drink too much...

The door of the tavern was pushed open by someone, and a very young warrior apprentice stumbled in. He rushed to the dining table and sat down in a panic. He first picked up the wine glass on the table, drank the golden apple wine in the glass in one gulp, and then wiped the wine foam on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. Then he threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground with all his strength.

There was a crisp sound of "pop".

Countless glass fragments splashed on the cement floor of the tavern, scratched the legs of some onlookers, and caused the crowd to scatter.

"A bunch of scum!" The warrior apprentice cursed angrily, his expression seemed a little excited, and cursed outside the tavern.

The people at his table seemed to be very familiar with him, so they wanted to ask him what made him so angry. In such a noisy tavern, the door was far away from me, and their conversation could not be heard clearly.

Sitting far away in the corner of the dining table, I quietly watched their indignant look, it seemed that something must have happened. However, the young warrior apprentice who stumbled into the tavern did not sit down on the chair to rest in embarrassment. Instead, he told the people around him something in a very inspiring way. An angry mood spread throughout the tavern.

Some people even clenched their fists and knocked hard on the solid wood wine table, making the huge round table "bang bang bang".

I just heard some intermittent words about criticizing the nobles, such as "... they are... nobles, so... they want to..." etc.

We are a little far from the entrance of the tavern, and I can't hear what the young warrior said next. Things are spreading like a plague, and the tense atmosphere permeates the entire tavern.

Many warrior apprentices with civilian status from various academies stood up from the wine table. They usually have excellent grades in the academy. They are almost the best students in the academy. They are highly respected in the academy, and proud expressions are engraved on their faces. These people are destined to release their light and heat on the battlefield in the future, but now they still need to be slowly sharpened.

These young men, whose minds were not yet fully mature, seemed a little excited under the influence of alcohol. They all surrounded the young warrior apprentice who had just entered the tavern and began to ask about the ins and outs of the matter.

Many seats in the tavern were empty, and no one was greedy for the glasses of wine on the waiter's tray. Only Tracy was still hugging Rowling and crying about something. Seeing her whispering, I was embarrassed to eavesdrop on those secrets. I didn't expect that a girl with such a straightforward temperament like Tracy would have so many grievances in her heart.

For a moment, I felt resentful towards Arendt. If this guy hadn't fled at the last minute, Tracy wouldn't have had so many sad things.

Just as I was thinking about it, the door of the secret room was opened. Abel led the big guys with civilian identities from various colleges and walked straight to the side of the young warrior apprentice. Sure enough, when a group of big guys stood there, their auras were different. The strong sense of oppression made the young warrior apprentice stand up nervously. Abel frowned and stared at the young warrior apprentice.

The tavern became quiet, and the noisy sounds disappeared at this moment.

The young warrior apprentice looked confused and asked Abel directly: "Are you Abel?"

This was like a self-written and self-directed speech. The young warrior apprentice excitedly told the whole story again. Maybe it was because he had explained it to these people countless times. When he told Abel again, he seemed to be familiar with it. He could already tell the whole process very fluently and clearly. What he said was well-founded, and the whole incident was very complete.

According to him, a girl from the commoner class of their academy was abducted by several noble boys from other schools not long ago. It seemed that she was taken to an unused mansion not far from here. The name of the mansion was Bloomfield Manor. It was at the northernmost part of the eastern district of the city. This tavern was also in the northern district, so it would only take a quarter of an hour to run there.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the nobles would bring followers with them, the young warrior apprentice did not dare to take risks, so he secretly followed them all the way to the destination, and made sure that these nobles would not leave easily, and then he ran all the way to the tavern to find reinforcements.

Abel stood at the front of the crowd and asked several questions carefully and continuously. The young man answered very fluently and explained very thoroughly.

So at this time, some of the soldiers in the academy standing behind Abel began to suppress their emotions and said loudly: "Then, what are we hesitating about? Just rush into their manor and rescue our people first."

Some people even shouted enthusiastically: "I really want to know how white the butts of those noble boys are!"

I was not willing to go over to listen to those stories, especially in this extraordinary period, the relationship between civilians and nobles has deteriorated to the point of ignition. As long as one person ignites the fuse, it may cause some terrible conflicts. No world is absolutely fair, especially since the people in power in this world are still nobles, and I happen to be a magician noble. How could I possibly participate in such a thing?

But at this time, Tracy just woke up and saw that everyone was gathered together, so she held a glass of wine and supported Rowling, and the two staggered towards the crowd...

I didn't have time to stop them, so I could only chase after them, stick to Tracy's ear, and constantly comfort Tracy, telling her: We should go home!

At this time, Tracy was not willing to listen to my advice. She even pointed at me and said to me loudly: Don't bother me!

At this moment, I really wanted to walk away. This gathering in the pub made me feel very uncomfortable. I can only say that they acted very badly. At least I can feel that there is a conspiracy in it. But when I thought of Fanny's eager eyes, my heart softened. I said to myself: She is already drunk, so don't bother with her. I must do what I promised Fanny and take her home safely.

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Let's go to Bloomfield Manor to find them. We want to rescue the girl."

"Yes, go find them, strip them and hang them on the big iron gate!" Someone else shouted.

These passionate students in the pub began to rush out. Many people blocked the door of the pub and began to urge the people in front.

I clearly saw Abel standing behind me. Although he pursed his lips slightly and looked serious, the corners of his mouth always unconsciously wanted to rise up, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

My heart sank instantly, and I reached out to grab Tracy who was squeezing into the crowd in front, trying to stop her.

I didn't expect that Tracy, who only heard a few brief words, would have red eyes at this moment. She turned her head and glared at me fiercely, and was about to scold me again under the influence of alcohol. I quickly grabbed her hand, bit my tongue, pinched my nose and said to her: "Let's go together!"

Aken Gu Da's extra update, thanks