Super Dimensional Wizard

In the following days, Moro did not show up again, Irene and Allen began to practice the triangle guidance technique, and Angel was immersed in Jon's topic thinking.

Molo said that knowledge is the most important thing in the wizard. Angel doesn't know if Professor Jon's knowledge is useful, but he knows that this knowledge can enlighten wisdom and make his vision not limited to what he is in front of.

Useful, or useless. Angel doesn't care.

Angel's furious writings, complex formulas and numbers, have all become yesterday's drafts. Every day, Angel has new problem-solving thoughts, from molecules, atoms to magnetic fields, wave bands, and different angles, bringing him different surprises.

As time goes by, Angel knows that he is getting closer and closer to the correct answer.

On this day, Angel put down the quill in his hand and rubbed the temple. The brain power has been running for nearly half a month, and more and more questions are answered, and the final answer is getting closer and closer, only the progress of the last 10 questions. But the continuous concentration made his head feel a little overwhelmed. Especially this morning, he even experienced tinnitus and black vision. This shows that the body is already sending him an alarm.

Angel stopped even if she couldn't wait for the answer. He is 14 years old this year and is still in adolescence. If the internal balance of the body is broken due to a momentary radicalization and mutation occurs during the most important period of his life, then he has no place to cry.

I have heard from Teacher Jon before that he suffered a serious illness due to his living habits when he was adolescent, and his height stagnated at 165 later. Angel doesn't know if what the mentor said is true, or is looking for excuses, but he would rather believe it, is it untrustworthy?

Angel yawned, stretched out his arms, and straightened his legs. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it happened to be two o'clock in the afternoon.

The clock is rarely seen in the edge island, which is the old land continent. Even Pat Manor still used hourglasses, but in Fancontinent, clocks have long been known to the general public.

Pushing open the round lid on the wooden wall panel, Angel immediately smelled the tide of the ocean.

This round wooden cover is the ship window. In the middle-level guest rooms of the Bauhinia number, there are still this kind of air-permeable windows, and the bottom-level rooms don't have this treatment.

The sun is fine, and the rippling sea eyes are swollen. The outside air and the cramped room flowed against each other. Angel didn't care about the smell. Lazily closed her eyes and the soft sea breeze was blowing, her thoughts began to drift away like a heavenly steed, soaring across the skies.

Angel recalled the beauty of childhood, the love of her parents, the care of her brother, the teachings of her mentor, and the lush youth who indulged day and night in knowing the Sea of ​​Consciousness. Angel's memories always make him smile unconsciously. He left from Pat Manor without taking anything, only this memory can stay with him forever.

Angel is determined to follow Mora to multiply the continent and become a wizard, not only to heal the teacher, but also to revitalize the family. In the old continent, even wizard apprentices receive far more treatment than royal relatives and nobles.

Molo once said that the lifespan of the official wizard is at least five hundred years old. If it is a breakthrough, a thousand years is not difficult. Angel does not have the luxury of guarding the family for thousands of years. At least for a hundred years, there will be no more than three generations of relatives, which is enough to be able to flourish.

Outside it is calm and tranquil, Angel also has the idea of ​​relaxing, so she simply took out a tea bag from her luggage.

The tea bag is filled with morning dew after rain. At the beginning, Angel divided all the morning dew from the manor into two parts, one part was given to Moro, and he took the rest.

Although Angel does not like to drink this kind of slightly bitter tea, but remembering that Moro said, this kind of tea is considered a low-level magic plant. I am about to step into the unfathomable wizard world again. Drinking from time to time should be helpful, right?

When Angel was tasting tea, the tails of his eyes were glaring, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. Even if no one was around, his every move, every detail, even the straight back when he held up the teacup, looked very elegant. This aristocratic temperament seems to have been deeply buried in the bones by him. Coupled with Jon's many years of poems and books, Angel's temperament is more elegant, and the combination of temperament makes his whole person glow with charming charm.

Well, if you are older and your face is more mature, it will be better. Angel muttered to himself in front of the mirror.

Drink out of a cup, as before, what the morning dew after rain brings to Angel is a scent of grass blades, except for the bitterness. It's not bad, but it's not necessarily good.

As for the magic planting effect that Moro said, it has nothing to do with him.

Keep chuckle——

When Angel was thinking about the three flavors of tea, a bird cry came from outside the window, followed by the flapping sound of wings.

Angel looked up and saw a weird seabird who didn't know where it came from was parked on the window sill.

The seabird is estimated to be the size of two palms, gray-brown feathers, red sharp claw, orange beak, and green eyes. All of the above are in line with the basic characteristics of seabirds, but the reason Angel calls it weird is that there are decorations on the bird!

He wears a white high hat on his head, a blue and white bib around his neck, and a reflective pattern on the bib. The most interesting thing for Angel is that there is a small blue bag hanging diagonally on the seabird, which looks like a pigeon postman in a fairy tale.

The seabirds murmured and murmured, their green eyes kept staring at Angel, as if they were talking to Angel.

Angel haha ​​smiled, her eyes rolled around, thinking that there were no outsiders in the room, and the young temperament once again occupied the summit, and she spoke to the seabirds with her deflated mouth.

The seabird murmured.

Angel smiled: "You said your name is Chigu? It's really interesting, who is your master, how can you dress you up so stylish!"

Seabird's eye Squint, grumbled disdainfully.

Angel stretched out her slender fingers and lightly tapped the seabird’s small head: "Say you are stylish, and your tail is up for me."

I heard Angel If it does, the seabird tilts his head and wants to fly away. But after hesitating for a while, he stopped again, turning back and murmured endlessly, as if he wanted something.

Angel didn't notice, still teasing the bird cheerfully. In the process of teasing the bird, Angel also found the seabird’s small blue satchel, which was printed with the same pattern as its bib.

The pattern seems to be the style of a badge. In the center is a lady with big purple curly hair who is so fat that she has several layers of flesh on her face. This lady has flaming red lips, a small nose, and seductive eye makeup. There is a mole on the chin, if there is no fat, she must be a beautiful and alluring girl. It's a pity that one white hides one hundred ugliness, one fat ruins everything. On both sides of the pattern is a table knife and a fork.

It looks strange, don’t know what it means? Is it the clan emblem? Angel smiled, if it were the clan emblem, the family's heart would be big enough.

If it weren't the clan emblem, what would it be? Angel was puzzled, but he didn't ask for a thorough solution. As soon as the question came out in his mind, he was thrown behind his head.

Although, curiosity is the learner’s first virtue. But he prefers to use curiosity in the exploration of truth.

Angel also found that the small satchel of the seabird was swollen, and it must have something in it. However, Angel did not reach for it, and did not ask for it in front of the host's family. He still couldn't do this behavior, even if the owner of this packet was a sea bird.

The seabird was still whispering, but Angel talked to him. He looked very depressed and walked anxiously around the window sill.

"Little Chiku, why are you here for me? Are you hungry or thirsty?"

When the seabird heard the name of'Little Chiku', he couldn’t wait to turn to Angel. His eyes were white, but when he heard the next question, the seabird's eyes lit up, quickly nodded, and his little head was like pecking rice.

"It turns out that you are hungry, too clever, and you will find food by yourself." Angel took out the food bag from the drawer, took out the noodles from the drawer, and smashed them while muttering: "I don't know who your family master is and how you trained you to be so obedient; you can understand people's words and know how to reply."

Angel looked out the window, the endless sea. "I don't see any islands nearby... Is it the transcender who lives on the top floor of the Bauhinia?"