My Magic Age

The afternoon sun is like a mother's hand, touching my cheek and easily reminding me of my mother. The wind on the grassland is very strong, and it just rained a lot last night.

On this sunny afternoon, the southeast trade wind from the Endless Sea wants to melt every bit of ice and snow on the Xinghu grassland.

I stand facing the wind, the cool wind blows across my open fur coat chest, standing on the hillside and shouting loudly to the green world in the distance.

I say loudly to this world: Hello, I'm here!

Each piece of parchment clearly and neatly records the adventurers' gains. There are not many valuable things on the wind wolf. Although the wolf bones are also as hard as iron, it is very good to make some bone tools, but this is not the Green Empire, this is the Xinghu grassland. If you want to transport it back to the Green Empire for thousands of miles, the cost of the road is far greater than the wolf bones themselves.

So for adventurers, the most valuable thing about the wind wolf is the satin-like smooth and warm wolf skin. Every skinning master can cook the skin. Who here doesn't have Glauber's salt?

However, perfect skinning without damaging any texture on the wolf skin is a very difficult task.

Wind waves are considered the most basic monsters, but the skin of any monster can carry magic power and draw magic patterns. Therefore, the leather armor made of wind wolf skin will be engraved with magic texts by the primary magic inscription master and turned into magic equipment.

It is very difficult to engrave magic patterns on leather, and there are many factors for failure, so magicians have very strict requirements for monster leather. Almost every skin will be identified and graded from one to ten, and the price is also very different.

Therefore, a skinning master with superb craftsmanship will also be very popular, and Uncle Fred is one of the best.

In addition, there are 4 sharp canine teeth on the wind wolf, which is the first-class material for making carving knives. Even the hundred-tempered steel is not as hard as it, and it is not troublesome to carry. This is also one of the few valuable things on the wind wolf.

This adventure group brought back a total of eleven wind wolves, and it is said that they took down a wolf den.

Every wolf pack has a female wolf leader, and this pack of wolves is no exception. The adult female wolf, which is more than four meters long, was laid on the wooden cart, and Uncle Fred skinned it himself.

I don't quite understand Kuz's feelings. At this moment, he was watching Uncle Fred's smooth knife skills with relish. The skinning knife in Uncle Fred's hand was like the eyes of his own hand, moving quickly between the female wolf's fascia and subcutaneous fat. The movement was so agile that it was like stripping his wife's clothes. With a light pull, the gorgeous clothes were taken off.

I held a roll of parchment, held a magic knife pen in my mouth, and gently nudged Kuz's left rib with my elbow, then leaned over to his ear and asked him: "Kuz, aren't you a warrior of the wolf tribe of orcs? Don't you feel a little bloody when you see this scene?"

Kuz's eyes widened, and he said to me seriously beside me: "We are wolf orcs. Wolf orcs are different from wolves. We are not related by blood. The children in our tribe will also hunt some wolves. They eat our livestock and sometimes compete with us for wild sheep."

After lunch at noon, the entire adventure group followed the rangers who explored the way to chase the demon antelopes. It is said that our team responsible for skinning will also follow to pull the demon antelopes.

The two young warriors who were responsible for guarding and protecting us in the morning were taken away, leaving behind the other two slightly injured warriors. They were bumping on the horses for a whole morning. At this time, after lunch, they lay on a sunny hillside bathed in the afternoon sun and took a light nap.

The young female magician stayed behind. She had a new task, which was to distribute the wolf skinning. She watched very seriously and occasionally interrupted to point out some mistakes made by the skinning master. The relaxed atmosphere in the morning was gone, and the uncles in the caravan began to work tremblingly.

Kuz and I were just spectators. At this time, Uncle Fred was on the ox cart, watching Uncle skinning. The female magician slowly walked to my side, stopped for a moment, and suddenly stretched out her hand in her pocket and handed me a handful of yellow beans. She smiled rarely, and her smile really had a little bit of youthfulness. It was very good, otherwise I would have classified her as an old witch. At this time, she said to me: "Here you go."

"What is this?"

"Beans."

"Cooked."

"Well, I'll treat you to it!"

The short exchange may be that she took special care of me because she saw that I was too young. The fried beans that I suddenly got made me feel like she was a sister next door.

I stood up politely to express my gratitude, and she seemed a little surprised at my thank you.

The common language of the Empire does not include honorifics such as thank you. Maybe they didn't expect that a child like me, who was just a wanderer, would use honorifics in the Imperial language. They were a little surprised!

A full 11 wolf skins were peeled off quickly. The two slightly injured warriors of the adventure group not far away were called up. One of them took four ox carts to find the adventure group hunting magic antelopes on the grassland, while Kuz, Uncle Fred and others were left to tan the skins.

The matter of taking the magic core still needs to wait until all the members of the adventure group come back. The peeled wolf head, which was bright red and bloody, was as big as a calf's head and piled on the grass. At this time, the blood on the head had dried and turned black and purple.

In fact, the remaining work is still very heavy. The leather workers with skilled knife skills stayed to deal with the blood, mud and fat on the peeled wolf skins, and then soaked the fur in boiling water with alum, stretched it on a wooden rack to dry, and then applied Glauber's salt to become the best leather.

These processes are the ones that most test the skills of the leatherworkers, because once the texture of the Warcraft skin is damaged, the entire leather will be degraded by several grades. Even an inscription master apprentice will not use the worst Warcraft skin to practice inscriptions. The grade Poor wind wolf hides can only be used to make leather armor, using its tough and wear-resistant properties, and will not become magic equipment.

Sitting on the only ox cart with Kuz, we followed Uncle An to fetch water from a small lake not far away. Uncle An was very serious and silent while driving the ox cart. On the other hand, Kurtz and I were fooling around in the bullock cart. If Uncle Fred had been here, he would have kicked our asses, while Uncle An was careful to make the bullock cart more stable.

I still have a few fragrant beans in my hand, and I eat them deliciously one by one with Kuz.

Although I didn't succeed in practicing anti-magic last night, after consuming some of the magic power in my body, I found that the originally restless fire element magic power had calmed down and was just gathering in a long way. The burning feeling that always existed in my body was actually a little smaller. Son, this makes me feel very comfortable. Sometimes, inexplicable little reasons can make me very satisfied, just like me now.

When we arrived at the lake, Uncle An didn't let Kuz and I do anything. He carried two buckets of water by himself and walked back and forth between the lake and the oxcart. Kuz and I were kids who took advantage of others, so naturally we jumped too. After getting off the car, two people carried a bucket of water and followed Uncle An, which made Uncle An very happy.

People always enhance their relationship when they live in harmony like this. Just like this time after fetching water, Uncle An opened up the chat box on the way back and was willing to chat with us: "My little one is as old as you. I don't know how happy I would be if I were to behave like this."

"Uncle An, do you still have children at home?" I thought that Uncle An's home had been robbed by barbarians, and only Uncle An's own brother was left, so he joined the business group. It turned out that he still had relatives at home.

Uncle An laughed and said, "What are you talking about? I still have three wives and five children to raise."

"Ah!" I opened my mouth wide.

Uncle An said: "My two younger brothers are dead, and I have to take care of my sister-in-law and the children who are left behind. This is how it is here. Barbarians will come and snatch men back to work as mine slaves every few years, and the rest will be taken care of." A group of helpless women and children. I hope they can go somewhere else, but if they stay, I will take care of them. Before I came out, the eldest of the five children in the family was not yet over ten years old, and the youngest was not yet a month old. Haha, although the work of the business group is a bit harder, it takes two or three years to come out, but the pay is not bad. I want to at least renovate the house this time, and preferably move to a place closer to Sloit City, which may be safer."

"So Uncle An, if you go out to run a business, how will they live at home?" I asked curiously.

Uncle An smiled casually and said: "Country people have a very good life. Eat some black wheat, tree rice, which is all over the ground and mountains. If you are lucky, you may be able to find some pheasants in the snow pit." What kind of life is that? Uncle Fa'an didn't say anything in the end, and I didn't ask too many questions for fear of annoying people. It's true that the world is rich in products.

Although Kuz is a bit clumsy, he is hard-working. Although I am small, I am very good at talking. Kan Dui'er does this job meticulously. Even the wolf heads that have not harvested magic cores can clearly distinguish who belongs to whom. I wrote my signature on the bloody wolf head.

So our two children are very popular in the team. Uncle Fred is also very respectable. Apparently this time he persuaded the two adventure group leaders to let us two kids join the hunting group, and we two kids can more or less contribute to some things. It makes Uncle Fred very happy to stop other people from gossiping.

This grassland has been deposited for countless years. Winter and summer alternate, and the years are dry and prosperous. Year after year, the green grass turns into rotten leaves, making this grassland fertile.

I squatted next to Uncle Fred and listened to him talk about his experience. My uncle has been a leatherworker for more than 20 years. He was an apprentice in a shoe shop. At that time, he was still a kid about the same age as me. He only got a piece of white bread as a reward every day. Even now, he is working as a leatherworker. The apprentices in the shop still follow the ancient tradition. The young apprentices will not receive any payment, only a piece of white bread every day.

Each master teaches his apprentices in his own way, because each leatherworker has a different understanding of the concept of leather.

In this era, there was no school yet, but highly skilled leatherworkers always had their own unique methods. Uncle Fred's only understanding of leather was texture.

The reason why Old Kuru has always praised Uncle Fred very much is because of this. Many of the totem marks of the orcs are based on the texture of Warcraft leather. Old Kuru said that Warcraft leather itself has a natural magic circle. These magic circles are contained in the texture, and because of this, Warcraft leather can carry magical power and is finally made into magic equipment.

Uncle Fred told me that following the texture of the leather will cause the least damage to the leather during the leather-making process, and will have a greater chance of producing better-quality leather.

I squatted aside and watched as Uncle Fred gently held the knife in his hand with the four fingers of his left hand, then gently pushed it between the skin and fascia, and the skin was peeled off.

I smiled and said to Uncle Fred: "Uncle, you will have your own leather shop in the future, and I will be your little apprentice from now on. You will also give me a piece of white bread every day at night."

"It's not easy for you to get white bread, you have to work hard. Haha!" Uncle Fred laughed loudly. I think no matter whether you are a noble, a commoner, or a slave, everyone needs to have a little pride in their inner world. This is the source of their happiness and sometimes the meaning of life.

Uncle Fred also has a wish, which is to use the money earned from this business trip to open a small leather shop, even if it is a little remote, as long as it is his own shop.

This is probably the time when Uncle Fred is most proud. He is like an artist with confidence and passion when he picks up the skinning knife. This is Uncle Fred's pride.

So where is my pride? I have always felt that life is meaningful because of the extraordinary magic power contained in my blood. I am often proud of it. Old Kuru told me to keep this secret in my heart until I can protect myself.

I leaned my small body against the grain bag filled with black bread, and found the most comfortable position to stretch. The men in the caravan would not have the right not to work just because you are only five years old, but they would not be unhappy because I am old and lazy. I could remember the wind wolf materials in the account book, and I would complete the task.

Kuz still had to work hard to follow Uncle An to the lake to carry water. The work he put in today was not enough to exchange for dinner.

I originally wanted to go with Kuz. The little orc did not like to cooperate with strangers. He only trusted me besides Old Kuru.

But the young female magician who had been in charge of supervision and vigilance stopped me and said to me: "Secretary, the adventure team's convoy will be back soon. There are a large number of magic antelopes that need you to register. Don't go too far."

The female magician's address to me made me a little dumbfounded. It was the first time someone called me such a formal name. I was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer her. I saw a narrow smile in her eyes and realized that she was joking with me. I don't know why she has a good impression of me. It seems that my popularity is pretty good!