My Magic Age

At the Summer Festival, the ‘Random Teleportation Scroll’ of the Starry Sky Academy, the ‘Flame’ of the Fire Magic Trap of the Third Grade Fire Class 1, and the ‘Primary Power Set’ launched by the Inscription Club were undoubtedly the three most popular magic designs.

However, the roasted Chocobo thighs of our class were undoubtedly very popular among the magic students at the Summer Festival and were a great success.

It only took one morning to sell out all the roasted Chocobo thighs. We never expected that they would be so popular. If we had known this, we should have prepared more Chocobo thighs.

The roasted Chocobo thighs prepared by the class were our blessings to the graduating seniors, but now the Chocobo thighs were sold out early, and the seniors who still wanted to get blessings stood by the aisle and watched eagerly, causing the girls in the class to want to take out the lamb skewers and sell them.

However, this idea was firmly resisted by the boys in the class.

It was almost noon. After a busy morning, everyone was a little hungry. Seeing that the roasted Chocobo leg was so popular, they wanted to try it.

Unfortunately, there was a constant stream of customers buying roasted Chocobo legs, and everyone had not been able to taste the delicious food. Now looking at the empty plates, they felt a little regretful.

If the skewers were also sold, what would everyone eat at noon? We couldn't let everyone give up enjoying the food they cooked and run to the cafeteria for a set meal.

Joe and Noah couldn't wait to hang up a sign to stop selling, and even moved the oven placed on the side of the aisle to the backstage, but there were still students who came here to taste the roasted Chocobo legs, and kept coming to the side of the booth to ask if they could still make a portion of roasted Chocobo legs.

The girls in the class could only stand up and explain tirelessly: "We only prepared 150 portions of grilled Chocobo legs, and they are now sold out. Sorry, please go to other booths."

But the crowd around the booth, holding the vouchers in their hands, still refused to leave. Some seniors even pointed at the sizzling lamb skewers on the barbecue grill and said loudly: "If there is no grilled Chocobo thigh, let us try those grilled demon antelope skewers. Will we still rely on your vouchers?"

"Those skewers are prepared for us and will not be sold at the summer festival." The girl explained to a senior who was waiting outside with a blushing face.

This statement could not convince those who were outside the exhibition area to leave completely.

At this time, a middle-aged nobleman walked out of the crowd. He had the noble medal of the "Second-Class Marquis" on his chest, was wearing a luxurious dress, and had an exquisite magic sword hanging on his waist. He asked Irene curiously: "Is this magic oven designed by someone in your class?"

It seems that he should be a small lord with a team of constructed knights, and perhaps he also has an army of light cavalry and heavy infantry regiments under his command. Maybe he is also the lord of a small plane. In the imperial capital, such lords with small assets are not uncommon.

"...Uh, that's right!" Irene stood in front of the long table. Probably because she had answered countless questions about roasted chocobo legs and roasted magic antelope skewers, she suddenly heard someone asking about the oven. She didn't react for a while, hesitated for a while, and her face inexplicably flushed slightly.

The middle-aged nobleman showed an intriguing smile on his face, and said to Irene kindly: "It looks good. I want to meet the designer."

Irene's eyes moved around, and she seemed to be interested in the design.

She turned around and ran to the back kitchen, shouting loudly: "Noah, Joe, someone wants to see you!"

Many boys and girls in the class gathered around the oven, watching the antelope meat skewered by willow branches exuding an alluring aroma, watching me pinch a little bit of precious seasoning from small bottles and jars, and evenly sprinkled it on the kebabs. The fire burned the seasoning, exuding a burst of strange fragrance.

At this time, Noah said without looking up: "Let him wait a moment, we will come right after we finish eating the skewers!"

"Hey, it's rare that someone appreciates not the barbecue, but the magic oven we designed. It seems that there are really people who know the goods. I'll go talk to him!" Qiao was not afraid of the heat. He took a few skewers of lamb and blew them hard. He was not afraid of the heat and directly pulled the lamb off the willow branches and swallowed it into his stomach.

At this time, Qiao was not so particular. He wiped his mouth with his hand and told me: "Don't eat all the skewers in one breath while I'm not here. Jijia, you must leave me a few more!"

"It doesn't matter if you eat them all. If you want to eat them, we can make them anytime. Magic antelope meat is not a rare thing in the imperial capital. We can hold a small party when we have time, eat skewers, drink some wine, etc." Noah said with a smile, holding a handful of skewers in his hand.

"This is a very good suggestion. Don't forget to invite me when the time comes!" Someone among the boys immediately responded to Noah's suggestion.

Unexpectedly, not long after Qiao talked with the middle-aged nobleman, people began to come to the front of the booth and began to ask about the magic oven. This made the classmates in the class very excited. I didn't expect that at the summer festival, there would be people who appreciated the magic items that everyone had spent some time making. This was undoubtedly a recognition of all of us in the class.

Then, one after another, people expressed their interest in our oven. I suspect that they were attracted by the smell of skewers.

Some nobles even asked on the spot whether they could commission us to customize this type of oven, and hoped that we could briefly introduce how to use it and the simple foods suitable for cooking.

Seeing that Joe was surrounded by a group of nobles, he was a little overwhelmed with work, so Noah came over and helped Joe out and said, "Of course, this oven is not only suitable for barbecue, but it can also be used to bake bread and wheat. Pancakes, grilled fish, baked potatoes, etc. all taste great! ”

Noah completely copied what I said last night. At that time, I didn’t expect that Noah and the boys in the class would actually build a magic barbecue stove without saying a word, which triggered many things deep in my memory. It made me feel quite impressed for a while, so I introduced him to the various benefits of this oven.

In order to prove that what he said was true, the food baked in this magic oven was very delicious. Qiao personally brought a plate of meat skewers to the front and let the nobles taste it. There were not many meat skewers, so each day One person.

Just such a piece of meat skewer makes these noble lords who are used to living a life of fine clothes and fine food feel a little unsatisfied. However, these noble lords all hold their own identities, and some of them want to taste the roast even if they can't save their dignity. Chuaner.

Originally, Joe wanted to bring some more kebabs to entertain these nobles, but when he saw that the kebabs had been divided up by the classmates surrounding the oven, he had no choice but to give up and turned back to deal with those who were about to sign the magic with Noah. Indentured nobles.

I heard Noah shout: The contract scroll he is carrying is used up. Whoever has a contract scroll on him should take it out quickly!

Contract scrolls are the easiest thing to make. Every magician will carry some with him. How could our group of magicians be short of this thing? Someone immediately took out a whole bundle and handed it to Noah.

At this time, there was a sudden movement in the crowd outside the booth. The magic students crowded around the booth moved to both sides. A group of big shots walked to the front of our class exhibition area. I saw the dean of students, Mr. Freeman, carefully accompanying the two Next to the old magician, he whispered softly to the two old magicians with white hair and beards wearing Abaddon magic robes. One of them was the vice-president of the magic academy, and the other old magician But I couldn't identify him.

Scholars Sean and Abel were also mixed in the crowd. Qige was wearing a Kalemian magic robe and was following the crowd with an expressionless face. I guessed that this might be a senior official of the Royal Academy of Magic, maybe that person. One of the old magicians was the dean who didn't even attend the opening ceremony.

Qige followed the group of magicians at the back. Her charming face already showed a trace of impatience, and her reluctance was clearly written on her face. She stared at me through the crowd and saw me standing there. In front of the oven, a smile hung on her red lips. That charming and charming look made my heart beat.

A group of magic students from the academy were also at the back of the crowd. Among these people, I only knew Ivan and the members of the Inscription Literature Club. I had seen them together on the second floor of the library more than once before. Study the inscribed drawings of those primary power suits.

The faces of the other magic students were very unfamiliar to me.

When I saw three magic students wearing the same magic badge on their chests. The pattern on the badge was a dark blue starry sky, I vaguely remembered that they had built a temporary teleportation magic circle with the teachers from the magic academy to travel from the imperial capital. The teleportation trip from the Royal Academy of Magic to the Grand Duke's Palace of Samoyed in Durva Province was undoubtedly a success.

As for the other seniors in the crowd, I think they were probably the outstanding magic designers at this summer festival.

The vice-president and the old magician stood in front of our class booth and looked at each other. However, they did not see any special magic design on the booth, so they looked at the dean of students, Freeman, with an inquiring look.

So the old magician asked curiously: "Who can tell what is here? There are so many people gathered here."

His voice was very loud, and with every word he spoke, the magical elements in the air seemed to vibrate with his rhythm.

The teaching director Freeman was also confused. At this time, a young magic assistant beside him quickly took out a sheepskin manual, flipped through the catalog a few times, and then whispered a few words in the teaching director Freeman's ear: "Freeman Mr. Man, the exhibition area here belongs to the second class of the first-year fire department. It is noted on the catalog that what their class is displaying is a magic oven."

The assistant teacher explained in a low voice: "Mr. Freeman, the juniors and juniors of the second class of the fire department prepared a sumptuous roasted chocobo leg and brought it to the summer festival for the graduating seniors to taste. I didn't expect those grilled chocobo legs to be very popular. I didn't prepare them well before, so they were sold out in just one morning. The people gathered here now all came here at the Summer Festival celebration and wanted to Someone trying some grilled chocobo leg meat.”

Freeman didn't expect this to be the case at all, and asked the surrounding students with a sneer: "Are you here because of the delicious food? When did the magicians in the Royal Academy of Magic like food more than magic? ?Where has your devotion to magic gone?"

As the dean of the Royal Academy of Magic, Freeman still had a dignified expression on his face. He stood in front of our class booth and said with great sadness.

When the magic students heard the dean's series of questions, some of them lowered their heads in shame, some of them standing behind the crowd wanted to quietly leave, and some of them wanted to stand up and defend themselves, such as they were just passing by and were squeezed by the crowded crowd.

But some students did not fear the dissatisfaction on the face of the dean Freeman. Everyone explained: Everyone just had some interest in the magic oven designed by the first-year fire class 2, and thought that this magic oven was a must-have for travel.

Noah stood aside and whispered: "We are also displaying magic design works. As for these delicious foods, they are just to prove how successful this magic work is."

Freeman glared at Noah fiercely, but did not say anything unpleasant.

The old magician slowly walked into the exhibition area of ​​our class, and the vice dean deliberately slowed down and followed behind.

He looked down at the oven in front of him, where flames kept coming out from under the iron net. On it were a row of golden meat skewers, which looked mouth-watering, and a happy smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

The old magician just reached out and picked up a skewer of meat, first put it in front of his nose and smelled it carefully, and said with some memories: "The taste is very unique, these spices remind me of the north wind on the Pai Plateau."

Then he set his eyes on the magic oven again, and the swaying flames weakened little by little under his gaze, and finally dormant on the red copper magic rune plate.

After the flames subsided, the structure inside the iron trough was suddenly revealed. It was very simple inside, with two red copper magic rune plates placed side by side in the iron trough.

"It's actually an inscription written on a copper rune plate. These concise lines are really smooth!" He said to the vice-president with a sigh, "Not simple, really not simple!"

"The lines are really concise!" The vice-president also sighed, and then his expression became serious again, and he said to the old magician: "Are these universal magic patterns?"