My Magic Age

The shadow mist couldn't move too fast after all. I stood behind Anthony and the fat groom, slowly revealing my true self from the black mist, silently watching them both holding a moonstone and disappearing at the end of the wine cellar.

Putting my body in the darkness, slowly, my eyes began to adapt to the surrounding environment. I could identify the scenery within ten meters in the darkness. Although it was very blurry, at least I could see it.

I was thinking about how to get out of here. I wanted to bring this news to Cynthia, who should be more familiar with the affairs of Zimmerman Manor. I wanted to hear her opinion.

Since some people were trapped in the wine cellar, they would eventually need help. It had nothing to do with sin or evil. I had to bring the news here out, and then let Captain Cynthia find a way to dig the wine cellar from above, and then I would come back to explore the secrets here.

My good friend Bobby often tells me about some of the corrupt love stories of noble families after dinner, such as Viscount Payne who only likes virgins, the life of the Duke of Charlotte who likes to drink the blood of young girls, and a prince and princess who has 101 lovers, and that prince is actually a gay. Sometimes, Bobby will discuss with me whether their descendants are pure enough. And her girlfriend Millie sometimes squints her eyes and listens to our discussion. She seems to agree that Bobby can criticize these upper-class and ** atmospheres.

I will not jump to conclusions and determine their goodness and evil just because of the words of two people. I think everyone has their own light and darkness in their hearts. As for judging a person's right and wrong, punishment and sin, it should be the daily work of the chief judges in the Arbitration Office of the Knights of El City. I am just a small magic apprentice. I come here just to save people, that's all.

But I can't figure it out. Anthony and the fat groom's so-called rotation should be the patrol mission in the wine cellar, right? But why is there a rotation in such a confined space?

I looked up at the vent on the ceiling. The ceiling was five or six meters high from the ground. If I wanted to climb back from the vent, I had to climb up the vent. My eyes fell on the neatly arranged barrels in the wine cellar. There were five layers of barrels in the wine cellar, and the barrels on the fifth layer were less than two meters away from the ceiling. However, the vent on the ceiling was not directly above the barrels, but above the passage in the wine cellar, which was really a headache.

The simplest way was to move the barrels down from the stacks and neatly stack them in a pyramid shape, leading all the way to the vent. In this way

Climbing the barrels was not a difficult task for me, but after I climbed to the top of the barrels, I looked at the one and a half foot square vent on the ceiling three meters away, and could only smile bitterly.

That's right, my bag didn't even have a rope necessary for survival in the wild. In order to pack as many magic scrolls as possible, I cleared out all the items that could be used for survival in the wild and asked the tauren Luka to carry them. I didn't expect that when I needed them now, Luka was not by my side.

I walked back about twenty meters along the neatly arranged wine barrels, took out the moonlight stone drum totem, and put it inside the magic robe, so that when it was used, the faint light emitted from the stone drum totem would be blocked by the magic robe, so as not to be noticed by the people in the wine cellar.

I calculated the landing point of each foot, and it must land in the center of the wine barrel before I could jump up with all my strength. And I had to control the rhythm of each step, and the moment I jumped up, I had to decisively climb the gap of the bluestone slab rock wall of the ventilation vent.

Stepping, running, I stepped on the wine barrel, and my steps made a drumbeat sound, which could not be covered up, but fortunately the sound was very light.

My pace became faster and faster, and finally one foot stepped on the wine barrel closest to the ceiling vent. I jumped high, and as I got closer and closer to the vent, I held my breath, gritted my teeth and stretched out my hands to grab the stone wall of the vent...

The height was a little short, and my fingers brushed the edge of the stone wall. I didn't hang on the vent as I thought, but fell directly from the nearly five-meter-high wine barrel rack.

Such a small height was nothing to me. I opened my hands as much as possible to make the resistance of the falling momentum as large as possible, slightly bent my legs, and tiptoed, making my body look like a 'Z'-shaped spring plate, so that I could have enough buffer space when I landed on the ground. (When I lived in the caravan, I often slid down from the Thunder Rhino. Each adult Thunder Rhino was eight or nine meters tall.)

When I felt my toes touching the ground, I reacted quickly, hugged my head with both hands, curled up my body, and rolled forward.

After all the momentum was finally neutralized, I stretched my body with the last bit of strength and stood up from the ground.

Looking at the ceiling above my head in frustration, I decided to try again.

I didn't think the second jump would be higher than the first one. This time I decided to take out a dagger. As long as I could insert the dagger into the crack of the stone smoothly, my hope should be much greater. So I calmed down and climbed to the top of the barrel again.

I ran from slow to fast, jumped high, and suddenly inserted the dagger into the stone wall. Success.

The movement was clean and neat, but unfortunately at that moment, my body was like a piece of bacon hanging on the beam. There was no point of strength that could stop the swing of my body. In the end, I failed to hold the dagger and passed directly from the vent. It fell just a step away, and then I started to sit blankly in the aisle of the wine cellar, staring blankly at the dark vent, and looking at Sister Guoguo squatting next to me, I could only smile bitterly. .

I rubbed my bruised butt hard, climbed up from the ground, continued to climb to the wine barrel shelf, started running, jumped up, failed...

After trying five times in a row, I sat on the floor of the wine cellar, gasping for breath. I felt a little embarrassed now. What I thought was easy to do, actually made me exhausted and failed.

I sighed. This has a lot to do with the fact that I have been sitting and studying in the college classroom recently, and when I went home, I locked myself in the attic to draw magic scrolls. Since Ying Li left, I have probably It’s been a long time since I’ve gone for a morning jog, and I haven’t done the most basic physical training for a long time. Liante could usually give me a few words of encouragement, but when I became a magic apprentice, everyone naturally believed that as a nobleman, magic The division doesn't need to strengthen its body, since it doesn't have to charge on the battlefield anyway.

It seems that the most basic physical exercise every morning is still very necessary! If Kurtz were around me, he would definitely laugh at me now!

Suddenly I felt someone beside me staring at me silently, with clear eyes. I thought it was Sister Guoguo who was tired from wandering around. I turned around and smiled at her, only to find that it was a strange little boy. He hid his body under the Only one head emerged from the gap between the wine barrels. He had soft blond hair and curious eyes in his light blue eyes.

I was startled by him, and when he saw my surprised look, he looked very happy, his big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, but the joy seemed to only last for a moment, and he immediately realized that I was staring at him. Look, I discovered his secret hiding place. The boy was a little panicked, like a gopher who had been cautiously sticking his head out. After realizing that there was danger, he quickly retracted his head. I curiously walked over and found that he had a nervous look on his face. He hid in the gap between the wine barrels and looked at me warily.

"Hi!" I put my hand on the edge of the wine barrel outside, tapped the barrel lightly with my knuckles, and said hello to him in a very light voice.

My politeness won the boy's favor, and I regarded this place as his territory, so I knocked on the door symbolically. He pursed his lips, but still did not relax his vigilance, and stared at me with his big eyes. look.

Just when I thought he couldn't speak, the little boy said, "I've never seen you in the manor. Are you a magic apprentice in El City?"

The little boy used honorifics when he spoke. He could tell that he was a child from a noble family. He nodded, condensed a crystal clear ice crystal in his palm, and said to him: "Yes, I am a first-year student at War Magic Academy." The magic apprentice."

After he heard my affirmative answer, his eyes suddenly became very bright, but he blinked doubtfully and asked me: "Why did you come back here?"

"Oh, it's my turn to ask you, isn't it? We can do this. Each person asks the other a question, and then answers the other's question. You can also choose not to tell, but you are not allowed to tell lies!" I looked at the little boy's face. Eyes, said to him.

"Okay!" His voice was small, like a frightened little rabbit.

But after thinking for a while, he continued to say to me: "You can go around to the back from there. This passage is the only way for them to patrol. They will be back soon. It is not safe here!"

He pointed to the small gap next to the wine barrel shelf and said to me: "You can get in through there!"

I smiled and shook my head, sat directly in front of the gap in the wine barrel where he was hiding, rested my head on the hard and fragrant wine barrel, and then asked the little boy: "The 'they' you are talking about are the two people just now. ”

"Yes, those two people just now are our winemaker Anthony and groom Harry. It's your turn to answer my question." The little boy was still huddled in the corner, but he was no longer so wary.

I simply said to him: "I am a falcon. Wherever there are barbarians, I will go! Our eleventh team walked north from El City. After crossing the Antias Mountains, we were originally I went in circles with the barbarians in the hilly area, and then I followed the barbarians’ footsteps and ended up here. I feel very sorry that this place was captured by those barbarians!”

The little boy's eyes suddenly became extremely dim. He put his forehead on his knees and was silent for a while, then asked me: "Is the town over too?"

"Well, we can't find anyone alive anymore. Two heavy snowfalls have buried everything." I said to him in frustration.

We came to Mas Town with a glimmer of hope, hoping to help Mas Town and hunt the barbarians on the outskirts of the town so that they would not be able to attack Mas Town with all their strength. Unfortunately, we arrived a step too late.

The barbarians who came on the ice this winter are different from the past. These barbarians with giant bear totems tattooed on their chests are more rough. They not only capture male slaves, but even eat people when they are hungry. In the past, Barbarians would not do this kind of thing, but these barbarians destroyed several manors along the way.

"Are you really a falcon warrior? Mage!" The little boy was silent for a moment, but immediately raised his head and stared at me with his eyes piercing.

I nodded firmly and said, "I was assigned to the Falcon Eleven Team, but now I am still a magic apprentice, not a magician."

"Well, I know, my father told me that those who can become falcons are warriors of El City!" The little boy looked at me with an admiring look, and then his eyes suddenly dimmed, frowned and said pitifully: "He died, beaten to death by barbarians, he was a knight. When I grow up, I want to be a warrior like you and avenge him with my own hands!"

I looked at him in surprise, adversity can make people stronger. Ask him "Can you tell me who you are?"

"My name is An, An. Zimmerman." An said his name, and I suddenly realized that he was the child of the Zimmerman family as I thought.

"I can help you with revenge! I can tell you how to become strong enough." I sincerely extended my hand to him, and he decisively gave it to me. With my help, An got out of the gap between the barrels.

I climbed to the top of the barrels in a few steps, then leaned down, stretched out my hand and said to him: "Come up, I'll pull you up!"

"I..." An hesitated, probably a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, I'm holding you, you won't fall! Don't you want to be a brave warrior like your father?" I encouraged him.

He gritted his teeth, stubbornly refused my help, and climbed up from the bottom alone with all his strength.

When he was about to reach the top, his hand failed to hold the edge of the wine barrel and he fell down. I was prepared and quickly reached out and held his hand tightly, saying to him proudly: "I told you, I will definitely catch you!"

I sat on the top of the wine barrel stack with him face to face, then took out a water bag from the magic waist bag and handed it to him, and took out half a piece of hard baked wheat cake.

He couldn't wait to take it, bit the wheat cake in a big mouthful, and swallowed it without even chewing it. It seemed that he was starving.

I said to him slowly: "Now, can you tell me what happened in the manor after the barbarians came?"

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