My Magic Age

Takama, wearing a simple linen dress, pushed open the stained glass window, letting in a ray of morning light from outside.

Qige's laboratory is located on the easternmost side of the fourth floor of the Tower of Pride, from where you can see the first rays of sunlight at dawn in the imperial capital.

A breeze blew in from the window with a slight coolness, dispelling the foul air in the room. I rubbed my sore fingers, which were a little stiff from holding the pen for a long time. A bowl of tea with fresh milk and sugar was placed in front of me. Takama can always do these things silently.

I reached out and picked up the exquisite silver teacup. The uncontrollable trembling of my arm made the milk tea in the cup ripple. Fortunately, I put down the teacup and lay on the soft sofa with my head raised. Suddenly, fatigue surged like a tide, making me a little drowsy.

The glass bottles beside the laboratory table were filled with primary healing potions. These liquids were translucent like rubies. Takama squatted beside the container, scooped out the healing potions, poured them into small glass bottles, and then plugged them with a simple cork. This cork covered with a layer of magic antelope skin was engraved with a seal magic pattern, which could prevent the magic power in the healing potion from evaporating to the greatest extent.

Takama's hands were very flexible and well coordinated. She skillfully put the glass bottles filled with healing potions into the wooden box. This wooden box was more like a beehive, with layers of wooden boards inside. The healing potions were firmly embedded in the grooves of the wooden boards. The rows of glass bottles were put into the wooden box, which looked like rows of eggs on an egg tray. After stacking one layer, a wooden tray was placed, and then a layer of healing potions was placed.

Fortunately, with the help of Kalancuo in the early stage, the orcs in the underground cave of Xinliu Valley ground all the hemostatic grass stored in the warehouse into medicine juice, which saved a lot of preparation time. In fact, Qige spent the whole night preparing the healing potion.

As an outstanding magic potion scholar, Qige has a high degree of control over magic potions. Even if dozens of bottles of potions are prepared together, the medicinal properties inside can be neutralized very well. This time, she did not have other wild ideas when preparing the healing potion for the first time. She prepared the healing potion honestly, making the preparation process very smooth.

Boxes of healing potions were piled up at the door of the laboratory, and there were as many as 40 boxes. In addition, there were the No. 1, 2, and 3 crazy potions and powerful troll potions prepared by Qige. These potions were far more valuable than those healing potions.

I also did not sleep all night, and spent the whole night rushing to make the most basic "hydrotherapy" magic scroll. This thing is the simplest first-level magic, and the magic pattern structure is very simple. I drew it very quickly. In this night, I drew more than 80.

There were messy magic scrolls on the experimental table next to me. Catalina yawned and put the magic scrolls into the magic box. In addition to some ice magic scrolls and three "magic catalysis" scrolls, this time I prepared two magic boxes of magic scrolls for Prince Wales.

Finally, there are ten boxes of hemostatic bandages. These hemostatic bandages can treat many more wounded than forty boxes of healing potions, but bandages cannot save seriously injured people.

Qi Ge walked out of the lounge behind the laboratory screen. She had just finished a shower and her hair was still a little wet. A breeze swirled around her body, as if it had life, just blowing her wet hair. She was wearing a long dress made of white silk, with a ribbon tied around her slender waist, which set off her beautiful figure. The ruby ​​on her neck looked bright and dazzling.

She walked out and asked Takama: "Has the messenger from Wales come?"

Takama quickly replied: "He is already waiting in the garden outside the institute!"

Qi Ge ordered Takama: "Go and invite him in. I have something to tell him."

"Yes!"

Takama turned and walked out.

Catalina closed the lid of the magic box, then looked at Qi Ge and asked with a smile: "Do you want us to avoid it temporarily?"

The so-called "we" in Catalina's mouth, of course, also includes me.

"Whatever!" Qi Ge said indifferently.

She sat on the chair behind the test bench, found a hair tie, and combed her long hair into a ponytail.

We were not interested in meeting the envoy of Prince Wales. Catalina and I took the opportunity to run to the lounge behind the screen. There was a soft couch inside. I tried to lie on it. It was very comfortable. It exuded a faint and extremely familiar fragrance. Catalina sat beside me. At this moment, it was like returning to the happy time of the magic caravan. At that time, I killed someone for the first time, and it was her warm embrace that slowly drove away the shadows deposited in my heart.

…

Speaking of this envoy sent back to the imperial capital by Wales, he was able to be sent to the imperial capital by Prince Wales for help at such a critical moment. There is no doubt that he must be the most trusted person by Prince Wales.

And he must be a noble son with a prominent family background, otherwise he would have difficulty in the circle of the imperial capital. The imperial capital, most of the resources in this city are in the hands of the upper-class nobles. .

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Sidney opened the laboratory door and walked in wearing a straight dress. He wore an exquisite Western rapier on his waist, a gleaming Viscount medal hanging on his chest, and his short light blond hair was neatly styled. Meticulous and with an aristocratic arrogance in his bones, he walked in with his chin raised slightly and his mouth pursed.

"Lieutenant Sidney of the Seventh Royal Knights has met Her Royal Highness Princess Qi Ge!" Sidney gave Qi Ge a formal military salute. Judging from the dark circles under his eyes, I guess he must have been there a lot these days. He asked for help everywhere, but there was no satisfactory result, otherwise he would not look so tired.

At this time, among the wealthy nobles in the imperial capital, even the so-called friends, some are unable to protect themselves, some want to take the opportunity to weaken the power of Prince of Wales, and some want to watch the fire from the other side. There are not many people who can really help Prince of Wales.

So much so that Sidney returned to the imperial capital for five days and gained almost nothing. .

If I hadn't heard Sidney say this, I almost forgot that Qige also had the identity of a 'princess'. Compared with this noble title, those so-called teachers of the Royal Academy of Magic, scholars of magic potion at the Imperial Academy of Magic, and powerful As the quasi-princess of His Royal Highness Prince Charles, these identities seem to have more weight, but these Lieutenant Sidney prefers to be His Royal Highness Princess Qige, and there are also some small thoughts in it.

"Sidney, what do you want to do when you return to the imperial capital this time?" Qige sat on the back chair behind the test bench, showing a faint dignity that immediately cheered up Sidney who had just entered the laboratory. , answered Qige’s questions cautiously.

"I would like to meet with His Majesty Charles and ask him to send a knights into the Warsaw plane. At this moment, the evil ghost army has spread its army across the north bank of the Kempato River. If His Majesty Charles can send a knights to go around, of the Demon Legion If the enemy's supply line is involved in the rear, then the coalition of our Knights and the Bussman family will completely bury the evil ghost army on the other side of the Kemperto River," Sidney said with confidence, this sentence is certain. He had been preparing for a long time.

Qige squinted her eyes, rubbed the armrest with one hand, sneered twice, and only said: "This should be just your personal idea, Wells would not have such fantasies! And Emperor Charles will never summon him at this time you."

Sidney's expression darkened and he said, "Your Majesty, you are right, I have not seen Your Majesty."

Qige asked Sidney: "Have you ever found Prince Eric?"

"The third prince entered the Vashj plane with a batch of supplies a few days ago." Sidney said with a wry smile.

"This cunning fox!" Qige spat lightly, and then asked Sidney: "This time you came to ask for help, what supplies do you want to take away from the imperial capital?"

Sidney said without hesitation: "Healing potion. Many construct knights in the Knights were injured and could not recover in time. There have been some attrition."

Qige's eyes fell on a row of magic-sealing boxes on the wall, and then said to Sidney: "There are enough healing potions there, but I hope you come to the Tower of Pride this time and bring enough people to transport these treatments. Potions, there are not a few people in the Imperial Capital who are willing to go crazy for healing potions. This batch of healing potions cannot be lost. The magic herbs in the Imperial Capital’s magic materials market have long been sold out.”

Sidney's eyes lit up when he heard what Qige said. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at Qige with a surprised look, as if he didn't expect that Qige would take out a batch of healing potions so readily.

Following Qige's gaze, she saw at least fifty large wooden boxes stacked against the wall of the laboratory, as well as two magic-sealing boxes placed side by side.

Sidney couldn't help but look back at Qige with great joy, and then said: "Your Highness..."

Qige waved to Sidney very impatiently, and then said: "No need to say more, take these medicines and disappear from my eyes as soon as possible. There is a letter here. You can bring it to Wells and tell him Let him pay me for these healing potions and magic scrolls with slaves. Remember, you must keep the items in the magic sealing boxes properly."

Perhaps Sidney had never thought that he would get so many supplies from Qige, and they were all therapeutic potions that were no longer available in the market in the imperial capital. Before leaving, Sidney once again approached Qige in a dignified manner. received a military salute.

…

The pool in front of the dormitory building of the Royal Academy of Magic looked sparkling under the moonlight.

Several female magicians upstairs in the dormitory were wearing cool skirts and playing by the pool in front of the dormitory. Because it was night, they didn't have to worry about the embarrassment of getting their skirts soaked with water.

There was a melodious sound of the piano coming from the edge of the pool, and a magic student imitated a bard and sang a song. The singing voice was not that good, but it gave the night an indescribable atmosphere.

The young magicians were sitting on the edge of the pool enjoying the cool air. Several water magicians gathered together next to the pool downstairs in the dormitory, and they actually collectively studied how to perform the 'hydrotherapy' magic simply and effectively. Their discussion was a bit loud. , those sounds came to my ears intermittently.

In the Royal Academy of Magic, there are not many magicians who specialize in the water system, and there are even fewer magicians who have learned 'hydrotherapy'.

Many water magicians choose to learn the ‘water bullet’ as their first water skill. Recently, the upper class nobles in the entire imperial capital have been looking for magicians who are good at water healing magic. This has made the water magicians who were originally forgotten in the corner become popular again.

Our neighbor Dennis, who is good at alchemy, went out with the alchemy club to practice, and I don’t know when he will return.

The imperial capital is surrounded by mountains in summer, and the whole basin is like a big furnace, stuffy and hot.

There is a big wooden barrel on the balcony, which contains a large piece of ice. A sultry wind blows past the ice. I lie on the recliner and can feel a little cool, which makes me a little drowsy.

Noah, wearing shorts and a pair of wooden slippers on his feet, walked in from the door with an empty bottle in his hand, and directly took out a bottle of golden apple wine from my wine cabinet, and then put the empty bottle in very naturally.

There is no prohibition on alcohol in the dormitory regulations of the Royal School of Magic, so I cleaned out the bookshelf and filled it with bottles of golden apple wine. Anyway, I don’t have any magic books, and the bookshelf is idle, so I might as well put a row of golden apple wine on it! But there is only this kind of wine in my wine cabinet.

With a sip of alcohol, Noah sat next to me and poured the golden wine into the glass. Seeing the ice in the corner of the balcony, he said with some envy: "Ji Jia, you still enjoy life!"

I said to him: "In our El City, every family will prepare some ice in the summer, and using ice cubes to cool down in the summer is not a luxury."

I stretched out my hand to condense a round ice ball in my palm and put it in his glass. Noah looked at me in surprise. I smiled and said to him: "In our El City, we usually add some ice cubes when drinking golden apple wine."

Noah tried to drink a sip and burped happily. He said to me: "It's really delicious to drink it this way!"

He saw me fiddling with a magic scroll in my hand, and there was a gem groove in the center of the scroll. He took out a magic crystal from his arms and said: "What kind of scroll is this? It looks quite weird!"

Just as he finished speaking, the magic crystal stone inlaid on the mysterious scroll shattered with a "pop". Noah widened his eyes and looked at the scroll without any reaction. He looked at me in surprise and said: "A magic crystal, just gone like that?"

"I have stuffed more than a dozen magic crystals into this groove, and the result is always the same!" I said to Noah with my hands spread out.

Noah placed a magic crystal in the groove in the center of the scroll in disbelief. As expected, the magic crystal shattered again, and the pure magic contained in the magic crystal showed no signs of dissipating, and was all swallowed by the mysterious scroll.

Noah and I spread this mysterious scroll on the table, and Noah simply took off the purse on his waist and put it on the table.

After untying the rope, the magic crystal inside was exposed.

"How about we try it a few more times?" Noah said unwillingly.

"It's useless. It's possible that this scroll is damaged somewhere. I want to check in the library of the college tomorrow. Have you seen these strange magic patterns anywhere?" I asked Noah.

He shook his head like a rattle, indicating that he had never seen these patterns before.

I sighed softly and began to doubt in my heart: This mysterious scroll is actually used to destroy the magic crystal.