My Magic Age

The cold wind after nightfall came in through the cracks in the wooden window, and the temperature in the attic dropped to freezing point. I rubbed my hands and stretched them to the brazier to warm myself. The scroll of Fire Gathering in the brazier was burning fiercely. I saw that the ink of the magic pattern array on the scroll had not blurred yet, and estimated that the fire would burn until at least tomorrow morning. I put on a thick cotton coat, picked up the scissors on the table, cut the wick in the kerosene lamp, and then when I picked up the water cup, I found that the water in the cup had already become cold.

The desk looked a little messy, with a whole pile of high-level magic parchment randomly piled on the corner of the desk, and several failed scrolls stuffed into the wastebasket under the desk.

I took the heavy water cup, put the magic pen on the pen holder, put the expensive snow ink aside, carefully checked whether the bottle cap was tightened, then put on a coat, turned around and walked out of the attic. The fruit wood in the fireplace in the living room had not been completely burned out. The dark red charcoal fire kept changing from bright to dark, like a fire beast lying in the fireplace and breathing slowly. There was a pot hanging on the fire, and there was still some water in it. I walked to the front of the fireplace, picked up the pot, and filled my water cup with water.

Sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, looking at the red fire, the silent night seemed to magnify a person's thoughts infinitely. Holding the water cup, I let my body sink deeply into the sofa. I felt like an ostrich with its head stuck in the sand.

A soft panting sound came from the bedroom next door, which gradually weakened. Before I realized what was going on, the sound subsided for a moment, and the bedroom door was pushed open with a creak. Nancy walked out gently from inside, and her figure disappeared in the dark corridor.

It seems that the woman who can make Ryan rekindle his second spring is indeed extraordinary. I began to worry about Fanny. She might have to defend her position as the mistress of this family, but Tracy and I will definitely stand firmly by her side.

Nancy went to the kitchen, which happened to be in two directions from the living room. When she pushed open the bedroom door, she didn't see me, but when she returned from the kitchen, she would definitely see me on the sofa.

I stood up gently from the sofa with a cup of water in my hand, and while she didn't return, I quickly fled to the attic to avoid meeting downstairs at this time, which would be a bit embarrassing for each other.

Tracy was wearing cotton pajamas, sitting on the stairs with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She tightened her cotton pajamas and saw me walking up the stairs. She stretched out her hand to me and said to me: "It's too cold. Give me a magic scroll quickly. Maybe it will be better if we light a brazier in the room."

I stepped on the wooden steps of the stairs, let her thin body pass, and said to her in the softest voice: "Then come with me!"

This winter, Tracy has become very lazy. In the past, she could be seen helping Fanny busy in the kitchen, but now she probably hasn't washed dishes for a long time!

In previous years, at this time, the weather was too cold, so everyone would take out some charcoal that was about to burn out from the fireplace, put it in a brazier and bring it to their room, so that the room would not be so cold. But this year, it has completely changed. The charcoal in the fireplace seems to have been ignored. Tracy has been accustomed to using the Fire Gathering Scroll. As for Fanny and Ryan's master bedroom, there is also a stove trafficked from the Pai Plateau Orc Tribe. It is said that the kerosene inside can burn for a whole winter.

I dare not imagine what kind of reaction Fanny will have when she knows that the oil inside that exudes a faint scent of whale fat is the corpse oil of swamp zombies.

There was an extra wooden bed in Tracy's room. Cindy and Tracy lived in the same room. I took out the Fire Gathering Scroll and handed it to Tracy, who was shivering with cold. After thinking for a while, I handed her another one and whispered to her, "If you still feel cold after one, order another one!"

Tracy rolled her eyes at me and said in a low voice, "If Fanny knew that I burned your magic scrolls to keep warm at night, she would definitely scold me. I will go to the store to buy an oil stove tomorrow. This winter is much colder than in previous years. It was not so cold in previous years."

I turned around and returned to my room, but heard Tracy say to me with a little concern behind me, "Don't work too late. Staying up late is not good for your health!"

"Oh, I know!" I waved my hand to Tracy and said impatiently.

This family is more lively this winter than in the past. I am not sure what Fanny is thinking. If she hates Nancy and Cindy, maybe I should ask Marvin to help me find a house and place the mother and daughter outside, which will be more conducive to family harmony!

And I have been anxious, quietly waiting for a stormy quarrel at home, but it has never happened.

I am very curious about how Ryant maintains the relationship between the three people, but the hostess of the house is still Fanny, and Nancy, who has just joined us, has slowly integrated into my life...

... Beautiful dividing line...

This winter is colder than any other year. The simple tents on the street can no longer withstand the invasion of the cold wave. The early morning is the busiest time for the night watchmen. They not only need to turn off the street lights, but also knock on each tent. If no one answers, they will open the tent to see if anyone is frozen to death. If someone is frozen to death, they will call their companions to carry the body out and throw it on the carriage with the body behind.

Almost every day, truckloads of corpses were transported to the cemetery behind the Central Mountain. Some civilians could no longer endure the days of waiting for death, so they emerged from their tents and looked for new places to live.

In the past, only the nobles’ mansions would open their doors. As long as they signed their names on the magic contract and sold their freedom for a lifetime, they could get their lives back. But with that kind of indenture, even if they didn’t have a slave collar, they were no different from slaves. Although these nobles and wealthy families were expanding their family’s strength according to traditional practices, this bad behavior also put them in an embarrassing situation of being fried in oil and cooked on fire.

Although their own strength has increased slightly, they have sacrificed a lot of reputation, which is a bit of a loss.

Unlike previous years, this year, the civilians who own their own houses in El City no longer close their doors, fearing that the poor refugees will share the only food in their homes. Those civilians who usually have to cut back on their clothes to eat a meat meal will now open the doors of their courtyards and silently accept refugees in the city. Maybe they will only provide a temporary residence, but they have no other requests, no magic contracts and any constraints.

Therefore, every day a large number of refugees choose to live in the homes of those civilians. In the days to come, they will spend this severe winter together.

In this way, although there are many more refugees in the city this year than in previous years, the number of refugees who are willing to enter the noble mansion to sign a contract of sale is nearly half less than in previous years.

In the city of El, the conflict between civilians and nobles has not been alleviated by the arrival of the barbarians, but has become more and more intense.

The atmosphere in the city is getting more and more tense. Some falcon teams sneaked out of the city with magic traps at night. They brought back a large number of barbarian left ears. In such a tense situation, hunting barbarians is undoubtedly a dose of cardiotonic injected into the city of El, which instantly ignited new hope for the people in the city. Those nobles who paid for the purchase of the "Frost Nova" scroll received a reward. They took the barbarian left ears and walked into the logistics department in exchange for what they wanted.

However, success also means failure. When the falcons hunt, if they are not careful, they will become prey in the eyes of the barbarians. These barbarians of the Storm Bear are naturally warlike, and they prefer to hunt those falcons with strong combat effectiveness. Some powerful barbarian warriors wander in the suburbs. They specifically target the falcons in the city of El. Each barbarian warrior has the strength of a second-level 20th-level warrior. When the falcons encounter such powerful barbarians, they often don’t even have a chance to escape.

Some falcon bodies are hung high on wooden poles outside the city. In such cold weather, their bodies are frozen hard. When the wind blows, the bodies hanging under the rope will sway with the wind. If a team still has no news for about half a month, some people in the city who are related to the falcons will secretly climb up to the top of the city and give the soldiers guarding the city a few silver coins. Then they have the right to stay on the city wall for a while. They will seek some people with good eyesight to look for their relatives on those tall wooden poles.

Whether they find it or not, they will come with a touch of sadness and leave with infinite sadness.

Anything valuable on the corpses will be stripped off, leaving them naked, sometimes not even a pair of underwear. These barbarians from Storm Bear want everything, and a large amount of supplies are hoarded by them. It is unknown how they will choose to take these supplies away when they leave in the future.

Little Evan in the Knights of the Guard Battalion has not had a rest for a whole month. There are always small waves of barbarians, constantly testing the guards on the city wall, not letting them rest for a moment.

Seeing that the siege equipment outside the city is increasing day by day, the dangerous atmosphere shrouds the entire El City. People have gone from blindly trusting the defense capabilities of El City at the beginning to having some concerns recently. The siege chariots outside the city, which are several stories high, are lined up outside the city moat. Under the threat of the barbarians' whips, the human slaves finally made these crude siege equipment. As long as these chariots were pushed to the bottom of the city, the barbarians would rush up the city wall from the plank road formed by the siege chariots.

I found that the most famous magic instructors in the magic academy have stopped teaching recently. Their figures always appear on the city wall from time to time. Some teams composed of instructors from the Warrior Academy always protect these magic instructors. Flanders, the magic instructor of the fire class, Heidi, the magic instructor of the water class, and Ethan, the magic instructor of the wind class, also join the daily patrol of the city wall.

Morayaer warned me: Stay away from the city wall. It is best to stay at home in the East District except for school. Every day, there will be barbarian warriors who forcibly rush up the city wall to kill the soldiers guarding the city. Don't think that I have become a falcon and despise those barbarians.

But I think I should do something for the city of El, just like drawing magic scrolls day and night now, I think maybe I can do more.

The city has been besieged by the barbarians of the Storm Bear Tribe for nearly two months, but the most basic living supplies and food in the city are still circulating in various business houses. It seems that no one is worried that these supplies will run out. I can't figure out where the large amount of supplies consumed in normal times come from, so I asked Bobby, but Bobby looked at me with surprise for a long time. Finally, he said to me: Jijia, don't you know that the nobles in the city have their own private planes? Even if the city of El is besieged for a year or ten years, we don't need to worry about these supplies!

In such a tense atmosphere, I took a day off without Moraya's knowledge to visit senior Benjamin who was guarding the city wall.

When I saw Senior Benjamin, he was sitting on the thunder stone behind the city wall, eating. He was enjoying the standard meat soup with wheat cakes. He had black stubble on his lips, and his face was still a little immature, but his eyes were no longer arrogant like when he just graduated from the War Academy. Now his eyes have become murderous, which needs to be honed on the battlefield.

He and other guards were wearing the same style of knight armor, and the black iron helmet was placed on the arrow slit next to him. His knight shield became a basket for soldiers to carry wheat cakes. The Roman sword was hung on his waist, and the hilt was always placed in the most convenient place to grasp. Now he has successfully made himself a real Knight of the Knights.

I relied on my identity as a magic apprentice to successfully climb the city wall. Now the guards have become more stringent, and outsiders are prohibited from climbing the city wall.

Luka followed behind him, and his tall body was very conspicuous on the city wall.

"Hey, Jijia, why are you here?" Senior Benjamin seemed very happy to see me.

"I came to see you!" I smiled and took out a bundle of magic scrolls from my waist bag and handed them to him.

"I'm not a magic apprentice and I can't recite spells. What's the use of these magic scrolls?" Senior Benjamin looked at the palm-sized frost scrolls strangely and asked me suspiciously.

I then took out a small bird trap from my backpack and skillfully tied the scroll and the animal trap together to make a 'frost trap', and then explained to him lightly: "This scroll does not require a spell. This inferior secondary magic scroll only needs those barbarians to step on it and a ball of ice fog will explode."

"Is this a magic trap?" Benjamin took the bundle of magic scrolls curiously and said.

I said to him: "This is the most common warning magic trap."

Then I explained the specific usage to Senior Benjamin. After listening, he was very happy to punch me on the shoulder and said to me: "Then I'll take it. Hey, thank you!"

I rubbed my nose with my fingers and smiled without saying anything.

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