i became a fairy

Looking out the window, the skylight began to slowly dim. Mi Xiaoan shook his head, rubbed his wrists and walked out of the wooden house.

She has already finished browsing one bookshelf today. As for the remaining two, she should leave them until tomorrow. She really has no energy left.

After leaving the door, Mi Xiaoan turned around and walked towards the stone table, ready to say hello to Madeline before leaving. But when I looked up, I saw: Where is the patriarch, grandma?

The stone table was empty, Madeline was missing, and all the books and papers had disappeared.

"This" Mi Xiaoan was a little confused and surprised: Did she go back to the wooden house? The system didn't remind me. Thinking like this, Mi Xiaoan turned back to the wooden house and took a look inside, but there was still no sign of Madeleine.

"Where are you going?" Mi Xiaoan was really surprised.

Based on Madeleine's usual habits, she would only stay under the elf tree, reading, writing, walking, and resting. It's all like this. If there's nothing important, I basically won't go anywhere else.

Could it be that he went to the village and chatted with other elders? After thinking for a while, he couldn't think of a reason. Mi Xiaoan could only guess like this.

She hesitated for a moment, then gently closed the door of the cabin, then turned and walked towards her home. She didn't want to get involved in her elders' affairs casually, or she might get beaten.

As for what Madeline is doing now, she is indeed chatting with someone.

A little ahead of time, Alvin's house

Alvin was leaning on the bed, humming a tune boredly, holding needle and thread in his hand, turning it back and forth like a butterfly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Alvin stopped, looked at the door, then put down his things and walked towards the door.

Could it be that Greta, that lazy pig, was the most idle all day long in the whole village? Well, it's good to be able to make wine. You don't have to do these menial tasks all day long like me. Alvin thought in his mind, and at the same time he was also considering whether to drag Greta to help him with the work.

"Hey, Patriarch" Alvin opened the door and looked at the figure outside the door, his face full of doubts: "Why are you here? What's the matter?"

"Come on, let's talk after we go in." Madeline held a few books in her arms and smiled.

"Oh, come in, come in." Alvin then remembered to greet Madeline, and quickly stepped aside to let Madeline enter the room.

Then she seemed to remember something again, so she ran to Madeleine in advance, packed up the bench, some needlework and scraps of fabric on the bed, then patted the edge of the bed and said, "Sit down quickly, sit here."

"Okay, okay. You don't have to work anymore." Madeline smiled and said, "I just came here to see if you are tired."

"I'm so tired." When the clan leader asked, Alvin quickly complained: "Clan leader, why don't you let me patrol the forest? I can't do these needlework. Look at the pricks on my hands. It hurts”

Madeleine also watched Alvin's generation grow up, so Alvin had no qualms about acting coquettishly in front of her. She pouted and stretched out her hand to show Madeleine. There were indeed a few small red dots on it.

"Hey, I pricked my hand again. Let Camille bring you some thorn ball juice tomorrow to apply on it." Madeline was a little concerned, then looked at Alvin reproachfully, and said, "You've already done it. After all this time, why am I still so clumsy?”

"Yes, yes, I'm too stupid to do needlework." Alvin quickly responded and said coquettishly: "If I get pricked like this every day, it hurts so much. Just let me patrol the forest."

If she had heard Madeleine say this before, she would have been dissatisfied and defended, but now she has become wiser and knows how to complain. Thinking that if Madeleine took pity on her, she might not let her do this.

"Hey~ Forget it, you should just settle down and do your sewing." Madeleine shook her head and laughed: "With your temperament, if you can go to patrol the forest and let you go, you don't know where you will go to play."

"How is that possible?" Alvin moved forward, reached out and hugged Madeline's arm, and argued dissatisfiedly: "I'm not a child anymore, how could I be so ignorant?"

"Hey, stop making trouble, stop making trouble." Seeing Alvin trying to use his childhood tricks, Madeline felt a little overwhelmed and hurriedly said: "I came today because I have something to tell you."

"Well, what's the matter?" Alvin then remembered that if nothing happened, the clan leader would usually not come out and run around, so he quickly stopped and listened to her carefully.

"It's just a small thing." Madeline smiled, took out the book in her arms and put it on her lap. He flipped through it, then pulled out a book and handed it over and said, "Here, take this book."

This is a black book with the words Elf Martial Arts written on the cover. Judging from the newness of the book, it must be an excerpted version.

"Head of the clan, what are you doing?" Alvin was stunned and looked at the book handed over by Madeleine in shock. He wanted to reach out and take it, but he didn't dare.

In her mind, these books were all Madeleine's treasures. She still remembered the last time, when An and the others were playing around, they seemed to have accidentally touched Madeleine's book, and then their buttocks were swollen. It was so miserable.

"Go on," Madeline smiled and said, "I have some ideas recently that I want to try. This elf martial arts book was left by the predecessors thousands of years ago. It records some unique fighting techniques and training. Method, see if you can master them. If you can, give them to the children."

"This" Alvin was a little speechless. She looked at the book, then at Madeline, and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will lose it?"

"How dare you?" Madeline's expression immediately became serious, and then she seemed to have thought of something. She became a little gentler and said, "If you are asked to take it, you must keep it well. Don't lose it. Keep some of the contents inside." Master the method you can master, and then return it to me, do you understand?"

"Oh, I got it." Madeline's sternness at that moment made Alvin a little scared, and she hurriedly agreed. She looked at the book, hesitated a little, and took it.

"Oh, right." Seeing Alvin catching the book, Madeline let out a sigh of relief. He smiled and continued: "After you finish reading the book, try to write a book. Just write down what you have mastered now and make it into a book."

"Ah, I write a book." Alvin was shocked. He held the book in his hand and said, "But I can't write. I've never written a book. How can I write?"

"It's okay." Madeline said with a smile as if an old god was here: "Didn't I give you the book? Look at what the predecessors have written, and then record your own experience according to their methods. Isn’t it just a book?”

"This" Alvin grimaced and looked at Madeline's fox-like smile. She felt as if she had fallen into the patriarch's trap.