The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Tao Na recalled the story of that day and still found it interesting and exciting. She was the one who had the most contact with Linde in the dream world group of four. Her eloquence is much better than that of Bordon, so listening to her description makes Livia very visual.

Livia envied the halfling Taona.

"Mr. De Lin should be a good man. Since he is a good man, what he does is also a good cause. We should help him." Livia looked at the library tower in her dream, "One day I will arrive there of."

Both Bordon and Tao Na encouraged her.

"I heard from Zim that you have been here very early." Bordon scratched his head, "Are you busy? I don't see you very often."

Livia's cheeks were flushed. She couldn't say that she suspected that the Library Tower was a purely natural cult without additives, right? That's not loyal.

"It's quite busy." The merchant's daughter walked over with a beard, and then smiled, "But don't worry, I will come every day from now on. I will continue to light candles, you have to be careful, don't be overtaken by me."

Bo Erdong rubbed his earlobe honestly, and said shyly, "I'm stupid, illiterate, and I can't afford books. I'm sure I won't be able to catch up with you."

Tao Na also smiled and said, "It's okay, I don't know many words. Fortunately, Mr. Edkin is willing to teach me."

The words of the young groom made Livia extremely guilty. She remembered what her brother Andre had said that not everyone in this world has the same opportunities and conditions as them.

In the past, Livia didn't understand that she was a bird living in a golden cage, and she didn't know that her compatriots in the forest still needed branches to build their nests.

"Mr. Capin, do you still live in Dagger Ford?"

"Just call me Bordon!" the groom was flattered, his young cheeks blushing, "no one ever called me sir before. Oh, I still live in Dagger Ford. Lady Morwen is a little better now, and the castle still needs Someone kept a horse, and she was kind enough not to drive me away."

"Then, Bordon, after two days, a postman from Waterdeep City may find you." Livia's eyes brightened, "I'll give you a present. We are all friends now. Please don't refuse, and Forgive my abruptness."

Polton nodded numbly.

Tao Na's eyes lit up, and she extended her hand generously, "I want a gift too."

Seeing the halfling cook's eyes shining like a beetle, Livia couldn't say no to it. She was very happy that she had another friend, "No problem! You will get a gift too!"

The three of them looked like children who combined were no more than ten years old, smiling carefree through the darkness between the silver-cast roads in the dream world.

Livia secretly felt that although she didn't go out, she could still dream of making friends, and her fate was really hard to fathom.

She thought of Zim again, that naughty boy who was about the same age as Livia, but with the opposite temperament.

Zim invited the merchant's daughter to meet privately, and left the dreamland without giving her a chance to refuse. Livia's physical condition didn't allow her to go out alone, and of course she couldn't meet Zim in Deepwater City.

In the next few days, Livia once again devoted herself to the great cause of learning.

Bordon told her that it is not necessary to study theory to accumulate light in the brain, but to have inspiration, so any creative work can generate candlelight. The young groom got his inspiration by working as an apprentice to a carpenter.

Tao Na learns tavern tunes and musical instruments from bards, and can also accumulate candlelight.

Livia felt that she was more suitable for using her brain, and everyone had his own way.

The next day, Zim came to ask her when she could meet, and Livia explained her situation, so she had no choice but to let it go.

"By the way, Zim, what do you do to accumulate candlelight?"

Zim took a deep look at her, turned his head away, and whispered, "Learn to pick locks."

"What?"

"Nothing, I mean, carved stone."

"You are still an apprentice craftsman." Livia's tone became much more relaxed.

"Yes." Zim said irritably. He was just a thief. Compared with real professional thieves, he was not at all popular. In this notorious industry, he was also an inconspicuous little shrimp. The girl looked up.

"You have to work hard." Livia encouraged.

In the next few days, Livia always encouraged Zim and asked him to work harder, because the number of candles the boy had accumulated was far behind, and he hadn't appeared in the dream world for several nights.

A thief's work and rest is always a little bit upside down. Zim always excused himself by saying that he was too busy. He somewhat disliked Livia's familiarity, as if he regarded himself as the leader.

Livia can indeed be regarded as the leader in this small circle. After studying hard, her progress is fast. She can make at least three candles every day. She is getting closer and closer to the library tower, leaving others behind. In addition, she is the most generous one, and the gifts she gave to Bordon and Tao Na have given them a lot of help.

In the package that the groom was looking forward to, there was a high-quality steel sword, a set of swordsmanship books, a dictionary of the common language, and a small amount of silver coins, which was enough to support Bordon to find a calligraphy teacher and get rid of the predicament of illiteracy.

To Na, the cook, a lot of poetry, a lute, and money, too. She didn't have to rub Edkin's violin to practice.

In order to buy these things, Livia secretly sold some jewelry with the help of the maid. After all, she had no pocket money, and the necklace given by her brother Andre was among them. The family couldn't lock up their daughter anymore.

The improvement of living conditions made Bordon and Tao Na both like Livia.

Zim secretly felt sad that he was the only one who didn't get a gift because he refused to give his address.

The thief Zim lives in the dock area and mixes with a group of thieves, and his home is the den of thieves.

Zim shared a house with many children of similar age, enduring a life of beggars, lack of nutrition, and years of control and beatings. The life of the bottom of the bottom will always give birth to some small people who think they are brilliant. This kind of Ah Q spirit is common to many metaverses in ancient and modern times.

Zim also thought that he was very good, that one day he would stand out and become a professional rogue, or even an assassin, join the powerful gangster in Waterdeep City, the Xanatha Union, and do some prestigious big business.

But he finally found out that this was a dream. The young companion was beaten to death with a belt by the thief leader because he ate a piece of sausage, and the dog raised by the boss could eat steak every day.

This is not human life. Seeing the blood and pale face of his companion, and hearing the cries of the children around him, Zim no longer dared to say that he was awesome. He just finds it ridiculous.

A month ago, Zim was stealing on the street as usual, but was tapped by several hostile thieves and thrown into the sewer. Fortunately, he survived the catastrophe and picked up the broken statue of the tower, and his fate changed quietly from then on.

Zim found that some strange phenomena often occurred around him, such as the spontaneous combustion of the straw mat, the rupture of the jug, for example, once, his boss asked Zim to unlock the lock in three seconds, and cut off his fingers if he couldn't do it. Sweating profusely, and the complicated lock cylinder opened automatically.

He also often has some strange inspirations, can hear the silent wind, can see the lightless fire, those magical powers hidden under the surface of the world, echoing his blood, Zim knows nothing about it.

He told Livia about these things, and Livia, who had a lot of experience, immediately guessed the reason.

"You are a sorcerer! Lucky you, a natural spellcaster."

"But I don't know any magic."

Livia tilted her head and said, "Maybe it's not time yet."

Before the time came, Zim couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to get out of the gang of thieves as soon as possible. If he stayed any longer, he might not survive the next month, but he had no ability at all.

The supernatural Linde always only appeared in other people's stories, and he was too far away from the thief Zim who was struggling in the quagmire. The gods on high will not set their sights on the dirty corners of Waterdeep's docklands.

He can only rely on himself. (end of this chapter)