Rebirth Lives Up to the Stars

The magic here is no different from the world I was in before. There are five types in total—wind, thunder, water, fire, and healing, corresponding to the five color bands of cyan, purple, blue, red, and green.

Fighting Qi is probably the same type and color as magic, the only difference is that there is no branch of healing type among fighters.

I have just started learning spells now, and the elemental cores that can be condensed in my hands are still useless white, about the size of a bean candle, but it took me a long time for such a small elemental core. .

It was so difficult, and the progress so slow, that I thought about it, and I figured it must be because I had never experienced the process of casting magic in two lifetimes, so this happened.

But this is also good, slow down, I just laid a solid foundation.

The academy for learning magic is located in the central city, while the Pansen Welfare Institute is built in the eastern suburbs. Although Ryan mentioned in his letter, if I wish, he can rent a house outside the academy for me. I study with peace of mind.But... I always feel that it is better not to accept too many gifts from him within the controllable range, so I still take a bus to and from the orphanage and college every day.

In fact, this is very convenient. If I have to say something is not good...it is probably going back to the orphanage at night. I have to choose to walk most of the time.

But... from a certain point of view, I can be regarded as my own fault. After all, most of the reasons why I couldn't catch up with the traffic car were because I stayed too late in the library.

Fortunately, the road back to the orphanage is very lively, and the safety can still be guaranteed. If it is not possible, I still have the martial arts protection I learned in my previous life. At least... there is no problem in escaping, um.

Today I stayed in the library later than usual. When I left the gate of the college, the setting sun had almost sunk into the rolling hills in the distance, leaving only the afterglow dyeing the sky.

I like this sunny summer evening very much. When I walk on the road, there will be warm wind passing through the street, bringing some troubadours' bagpipes, which are melodious and pleasant.

When I got close to the orphanage, it was already dark, and I had nothing to illuminate, so I could only vaguely see the road ahead by relying on the dim street lights.

"hiss--"

Walking too fast, I tripped over something, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, and I even heard a cry of pain that wasn't mine.

Standing up with my hands up, I picked up the scattered books, planning to leave regardless of the guy who tripped me.

"Hey—boy, ouch...take me back to the orphanage..."

The thigh was hugged.

I lowered my head, although I couldn't see clearly, the guy who tripped me was not tall, either he was about my age, or... he was a dwarf.

"Let go." I wanted to use my hand to push away his hand holding my thigh, but I found that he was hugging my thigh so tightly that my whole body was stuck to it. I had no choice but to squat down and ask him, "Are you welfare?" Is it someone from the courtyard?"

"Damn it, I'm Xavier."

Oh, Xavier, the famous violent man of Pantheon Orphanage.

What a mess, I would have dropped him anyway - if he hadn't held on to my leg so desperately.

"Can you stand up by yourself?" I asked.

"...my leg is injured and I have no strength." His voice seemed weak.

No wonder I smell blood, thinking this way, I patted his hand holding me: "Hey, let go, I will hold you and take you back."

"Well..." He let go of my thigh, and put his hand on my shoulder instead.

A lot of weight was added to my body all of a sudden, and I couldn't stand it, so I tied the book in my hand around my waist with a cloth strip, and half-supported and half-dragged this troublesome guy back to the orphanage.

I thought, the way I look now must be ridiculous and embarrassing.

After returning to the orphanage, there was still some time before the curfew, and I took Xavier to the infirmary of the healer Buzz.

With the bright light, I could see the wounds on Xavier's body, and he could see me clearly.

He seemed a little surprised, and thanked me while wiping the sweat on his forehead with his dirty cuff: "...Thank you, I didn't expect...it was you."

I was a little surprised because I didn't expect him to have an impression on me.

A big gash was pulled open on his leg, half of his pants were stained red with blood, the joints were twisted abnormally, it should be dislocated, coupled with his torn clothes...

It was very miserable.

I don't know who to fight with, so that this violent man was beaten into such a pitiful appearance.

"It's okay." I untied the book tied with the cloth belt, held it in my hand, said good night to Master Buzi, then pushed open the door of the medical hall and walked out.

As for Xavier, since it has been handed over to Mage Booth, no matter what happens afterwards, it has nothing to do with me.

"Hey, Kroll, what a coincidence."

Hearing the noisy voice coming from my ear, I helplessly shifted my attention from the book to the person who made the sound.

Xavier, an annoying guy, was holding a rabbit and looking at me with a smile. He still had purple bruises on his face, and he had another fight with someone.

"Hey, do you want some roasted rabbit?"

Since I helped him that day, Xavier has been very keen to talk to me, and it was only after I realized that he was the guy who had been living in the room opposite me.

No wonder he recognized me that day.

To be honest, it's okay for me to remember people's names, but I'm not good at matching people's names with people's numbers.

In the previous life, I spent a lot of effort in order to remember the corresponding names and faces of people.

In this life, except for some professor mages and the management mages of the orphanage that I often interact with, I hardly remember other people deliberately, let alone a troublesome complex like Xavier.

"No, thank you." I brushed off the blades of grass on the book, then closed the book, and prepared to leave here.

"You guys, you really don't know what's good or bad." I heard Xavier shout loudly behind me.

Don't know what's good?I think...my behavior like this should be called reasonable avoidance of trouble.

I thought that my behavior would make Xavier quit, but it seems that I underestimated how thick-skinned he is. He still harassed me every now and then and gave me some weird things.

For the sake of not having much impact, I can continue to ignore his existence.

After learning primary healing, I was able to condense a light green elemental nucleus.

It is also because of this that I have to buy more books and medicines for in-depth study. Mark coins are spent like running water, but there is no income.

If I just do part-time jobs in the orphanage, I will definitely not be able to make ends meet. After thinking about it, I still took a part-time job on duty at night in a medical center in the city.

Although I don't get any practical experience in healing magic from working at night, the pay is not bad, and it can improve my current embarrassing state a little bit.

After going to school during the day and working part-time at night like this, after about two or three months, I saved a small sum of money and finally had time to go back to the orphanage.

Sister Tracy, who was in charge of contacting the sponsors, gave me six letters. She told me in a soft voice that Ryan had visited the orphanage a week ago and wanted to see me.

"Because you haven't replied to him for a long time, he was very worried and thought something happened to you."

Come to see me at the orphanage?

Hearing this, I felt some urge to meet Ryan.

only……

How unfortunate.

I secretly sighed, looked down at the interval between delivery of these letters, and seemed to feel his impatience.

"Thanks, Sister Tracy, I'll write Ryan right away."