My Magic Age

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shines on the bell tower of the magic academy, a melodious bell will ring above the academy.

When the dazzling halo rises from Mount Mazzaro, the shadows covering the city recede like a tide, and the Weiyang Lake in the distance exudes a jewel-like charm in the morning light. The landmark building of the seven major areas of the imperial capital, the Mage Tower, radiates a faint white halo, protecting the imperial capital in the shield.

The imperial city above the sky is like a dandelion swaying in the wind. Noah said that the floating royal city will never cross the Weiyang Lake.

You can see that there are many college students sitting on the grass in front of the teaching building, which is like a green carpet, meditating.

Not only magic students like to meditate in the early morning, but many magicians also like to meditate in the early morning, because the speed of mental recovery is the fastest in the early morning every day. Practicing meditation during this period can minimize the loss of mental power. The mental power of a magician is closely related to meditation, and meditation will continue to consume the mental power of the magician.

Meditation is a basic spell that can quickly restore magic power.

Old Kuru said that my natural mental power is 2.5 times that of an ordinary person. I can have such a strong mental power because I am born with the talent of magic perception. With a strong mental power, I have more time to meditate, which means that I have much more time to practice than other magicians.

Perhaps it was the frequent battles in the Black Forest of the Yello plane recently, and then the continuous drawing of magic scrolls, which forced me to use meditation frequently every night to restore mana. Not long after I was promoted to a fourth-level magician, the magic pool in my body began to show some signs of promotion.

However, two consecutive promotions are not something to be happy about. The new magic pool wall is not completely stable, which will cause the disadvantage of unstable magic foundation.

Noah envied me very much for being able to advance in the Yello plane, and when he knew that our team hunted many monsters in the forest, he sighed and cursed William. If it weren't for him interfering, Noah would still have a chance to be assigned to a group with me.

I thought of the dragon blood mage named Adele. I didn't expect that she was a powerful person who practiced both magic and martial arts. I wonder how her injury has recovered.

Unsurprisingly, William became a hero in the magic academy. His experience in the Yello plane won him a great reputation. Wherever he went, he would almost be the focus of students' discussion. When many female students saw William, their eyes would almost twinkle with some little stars.

'Look, that's William, the next designated president of the Dragon Club. '

'I heard that William led a cavalry regiment to rescue our academy's logistics regiment and defeated a team of spider warriors in the Yello plane. It's amazing. '

'Are you talking about William? He is also my idol. '

No matter where he went, William would receive some admiring eyes, and the worst thing was that the conflicts between him and me before the experience were dug up by some people and used as a joke after dinner. Whether he went to the academy cafeteria or the library, he would secretly glance at me with some unfriendly eyes.

It seems that many people are looking forward to William and I meeting by chance on campus, and then William will raise his fist representing justice and beat me up. However, these people have not been able to do so. William did not come to the classroom to make trouble for me as they thought. It seems that there are two parallel lines between us. Although we live in the same college, our lives have no intersection.

Recently, my work and rest time is very regular. Every day, I run back and forth between the Magic College and the Magic Research Institute. Occasionally, I will go to the rental house to see Xiao Ella and Katarina. Sometimes Katarina will come to my dormitory to help me wash the sheets and socks.

Just yesterday, I found a leather shop that is good at making hard leather armor and customized a batch of new hard leather armor for the orc warriors. The material used is the inner layer leather of the swamp giant crocodile. Although this inner layer leather has lost the magic-guiding property, its other properties have not been compromised. Seeing me take out 23 pieces of swamp giant crocodile leather in one breath, the owner of the leather shop smiled and his eyes became a line.

Obviously, the leather shop owner was not only eyeing the considerable processing fee, but also the leftover scraps of the swamp giant crocodile skin. The leather of this second-level water monster is very valuable in the imperial capital material market, including the scraps of materials on it.

As for the large number of black iron weapons seized from the spider warriors, they have been smelted into black iron ingots by the orcs, and moved out of the underground caves in a brand new look. Then, according to the weapon drawings given by the dwarf Bernd, they found the largest blacksmith shop in the imperial capital and tailored them for the orc warriors to create some handy weapons.

The orc warriors' preference for weapons is very different from that of human constructed knights.

The knights like to ride on war horses and charge in formation with knight lances. When fighting in close combat, the knights like to use standard standard weapons, crusader swords with knight light shields.

The orc warriors prefer to dual-wield heavier axes, and they also carry five to ten flying spears. Now I force each of these orc warriors to equip an imperial military crossbow and a pot of crossbow arrows. This time, I made a single-edged axe for the orcs that imitates the shape of the Shura battle axe.

I want to arm these orc warriors in Xinliu Valley to the teeth. I heard from Kalancuo that the dwarf Bernd selected a group of Yero natives with good physical fitness in Xinliu Valley and formed them into a team. They were equipped with some simple weapons and equipment to be responsible for the security around the underground cave. In this way, those orc warriors were completely freed from the defense of Xinliu Valley.

The dwarf Bernd also laid a simple mining rail in the cave leading to the exit of the dead tree cave from the underground altar. The wheels under the flatbed trailers have now been changed to round iron wheels, combined with copper bearings. A flatbed truck loaded with thousands of kilograms of goods can be easily pulled away with just a captured spider warrior.

I have to say that after having their arms cut off, those spider warriors adapted very well to their new identities, and they were extremely strong, especially in such dark and humid caves. The eight spider legs could be deeply inserted into the cave wall. When pulling a trailer, it was usually a continuous uphill road. These spider slaves could insert six spider legs into the cave wall, leaving only two spider legs to climb up alternately, thus ensuring that the flatbed truck would not slip to the greatest extent.

The biggest complaint of the dwarf Bernd to me was that I was blamed for ruthlessly executing the eight spider warrior captives. According to the words of the dwarf Bernd, that was too kind to these spider warriors. Obviously, some means could be used to win more spider warriors to sign those slave contracts.

The second complaint of the dwarf Bernd to me was that I shouldn't have signed a labor contract with those natives. In his eyes, those natives of the Yerro plane could be the best managed slaves.

But what about now? He wanted to select some young people from the natives and train them into an army to guard the underground caves. He had to consider whether I would really give freedom to the natives after the labor contracts were terminated in a few years.

The third complaint of the dwarf Bernd to me was that he was not satisfied with my stopping the encirclement and suppression of the goblins deep underground. In his opinion, the goblins deep underground held many unknown secrets, the biggest secret of which was the goblin civilization in the treasure chests. The drawings of Hextech technology had become the most precious treasure in the eyes of the dwarf Bernd.

Ever since Bernd and I made the magic wind array flamethrower based on those drawings, Bernd has been a little obsessed with these Hextech mechanical drawings. The obsession and persistence of the dwarves for forging in his bones was completely induced by a flamethrower. He began to build a blacksmith furnace in the underground cave, and then kept experimenting and making some machinery.

The flatbed trailer and the simple mine rails are his works. It turns out that these things are still very useful. Their existence greatly shortens the distance between the underground altar and the orc village.

A new day begins now. The morning light shines into the room through the gaps in the curtains, bringing a hint of summer heat into the room. Soft square beams of light spread on the floor one by one, and this beam of light clearly divides the dormitory into two halves.

I stood in front of the washbasin, reached out to take a towel, wiped the water off my face, and my face in the mirror was a little pale.

I took a look at the class schedule on the wall, took out two thick magic books from the grid next to the wine cabinet, took a parchment notebook, and prepared to push open the dormitory door and walk out. I saw the mysterious scroll nailed to the door frame again. It swayed in the wind on the door frame like a door curtain, and I reached out and took it down again.

I was going to throw it away, as it had swallowed at least twenty magic crystals. Now it seems that I was so impulsive at that time. This was equivalent to squandering 200 gold coins, and not even a splash of water was raised.

In the Green Empire, the living standards of civilians are gradually improving. In the imperial capital, the average annual income of a civilian is less than 10 gold coins. 200 gold coins are almost enough for a civilian to work for 20 years without eating or drinking. Then I threw it on this scroll with some unknown runes. It is a bit painful to say.

Holding this scroll tightly like a black rag, I walked down the stairs of the dormitory building. When the girls from the dormitory building came towards me, they nodded politely when they saw me, which was considered a greeting. The academy provides only one dormitory building for water magic students, so it is inevitable that men and women live together. Male students live on the first and second floors, and several female magic students live on the third floor.

The magicians who can study in the Royal Magic Academy are either the best among young magicians or the sons of wealthy nobles with prominent family backgrounds. They are all very arrogant. They can greet each other by nodding when they meet. I guess it is mostly because Noah and I are good friends.

There happened to be a trash can at the entrance of the stairs. I happened to think of the 200 gold coins I lost, and threw the magic scroll into the trash can. However, the scroll that looked like leather fell softly on the edge of the trash can.

I was about to walk out of the dormitory building, and I saw a wizard wearing a black magic robe standing under the notice board at the door of the dormitory building, talking to the dormitory manager. The moment I walked down, the dormitory manager pointed at me, and the magician turned his head. He looked at me seriously and his eyes fell on the magic badge on my chest.

After a pause, he took a step forward and gave me a slight wizard salute. I saw that the magic badge on his chest was inlaid with gold edges, which was obviously higher than mine. I quickly returned the salute.

At this time, I heard the magician say: "Are you the Jijia magician from El City?"

"That's right, you are?" I was even more confused when he mentioned my hometown.

"I am a postman belonging to the Third District of the Magic Guild, Imperial City. I have a letter from you here. Please sign for it!" the magician said.

I'm completely obsessed with it. I often write letters and other stuff to my friends in El City! I have also received some letters recently, from Tracy, from Marvin, and from senior Benjamin. However, the letterheads between us are all delivered by ordinary postmen. The letterheads go back and forth between the Imperial Capital and El City once. It will take about a month.

When did the magicians of the Magic Guild become postmen?

I saw the magician take out an exquisite iron-wood square box from his magic belt bag. He walked forward and handed the wooden box to me. Then he took out a piece of magic parchment and asked me to put a fingerprint on it.

My eyes widened, I stretched out my hand to take the box, and watched the magician complete his mission. He nodded slightly to me, pointed to the scroll on the edge of the trash can, and said lightly: "It's yours." Lost."

I subconsciously turned around to pick up the mysterious scroll. When I looked back, the magician had already walked out of the dormitory building in the blink of an eye.

He smoothly put the mysterious scroll into his arms, and then opened the wooden box, which was only as big as a music box, on the edge of the notice board. There was a dark red magic crystal inside. This magic crystal was polished into many sides. Prismatic, looks very delicate.

I was just guessing who sent me this magic crystal.

I heard Noah's voice coming from the stairs: "Jijia, someone actually mailed you such a valuable memory crystal. Didn't you say that you are from a civilian family in El City? Let me see this Where did the memory crystal come from?”

In addition to the magic crystal inside the wooden box, there are also a few walnut-sized thorn seeds and a palm-sized new parchment sign. On the new sign, there is only a line of beautiful font written on it: Jijia, my little lover, How are you doing in the Imperial Capital?