Blooming Tower of the West Wind

Her clothes were tattered, there were small wounds on her body from being swept by the wind blade, and there was a lot of sand hidden in her hair. She simply took off the obstructing robe and returned to the room with this ferocious little beast in her arms.

Aime Cortes stands on the elemental gate wasteland, where the boundary between the real world and the elemental interface is the weakest. The violent elements have turned this place into a barren land. The never-ending wind enchantment outside the mage tower Protecting the tower from the erosion of wind and sand, if the storm is allowed to break through the wind barrier, it will look like Hipper now.

Hippo's fingertips emitted magic power, and a swirling cirrus cloud appeared out of thin air. She passed through it, and all the sand on her body was sucked in. Hektra caught the sand ball that settled at the bottom of the cirrus cloud, and the two The compatibility was good, and the sand became a heavy ball after being wetted by water. Hector opened the door and threw it out. The sand ball hit the wind wall and shattered.

After entering his room, the archmage said to Hektra who was following him, "I'm so embarrassed today, I even forgot to use the levitation technique."

The azure blue gentleman smiled, and a fountain spewed out from above his head.This child is not too light, and the archmage is so thin, without the levitation technique, she has actually gone up a level.

However, she did not use the floating technique in the end, and just sat back on the sofa holding the little beast that was finally cleaned.It was still very dark outside, and Hipper stared at the leaden clouds and murmured, "I thought Virgil was going to bring back a... a real beast or something."

"Yes, my lady, the cages are ready and we were supposed to go buy the feed today."

"A beast...it doesn't matter if it's locked up, but she...but she's a human being..."

"My lady, what are you going to do?"

Hipper said uncertainly: "I think I should talk to her and get her permission."

Hektra narrowed her eyes, "Are you sure? I don't think she can speak much yet."

"I can explain."

Hektra put away the fountain and whispered, "Although it's not good to judge people behind their backs like this, I must still make this suggestion, my lady. You can use some water, as Mr. Virgil usually likes to do. Small... innocuous deception, children can't tell the difference anyway, they are often deceived without knowing it... Even if it is true, it may have been distorted by themselves when it entered their consciousness. You What do you think?"

"But I don't think it's right. I'll talk to her when she wakes up."

Hektra shrugged his shoulders. His mistress is always so stubborn and naive. In Hektra’s years of observation of human society, almost all children who experienced mother bereavement and inhuman captivity in their childhood were pregnant. dark minds, and time will not purify them.While the child appears bright and innocent, she's feral - and, fatally, she's capable of turning Amecortes upside down.

But Hipper leaned back on the bed with the child in her arms, a heavy book was suspended in front of her, and she turned the pages slowly.

The weather outside the window was still terrible, as if someone had dripped ink into a glass of milk, the entire cloud was quickly dyed black, thick lightning began to jump between the clouds, like a rope wrapped around a powerful cumulus cloud , which suddenly took shape when the cumulus cloud tried to break free.

The rumbling sound kept hitting the thick stone wall of Aime Cortes, but it was very small when it reached her ears.

The child in his arms moved again, and the book in front of Hipper flapped its "wings" and landed on the head of the bed by itself.

"Theron, are you awake?" The archmage's voice is clear and soft, but his tone is calm. This rational voice has tamed many frenzied elements. Maybe it will have a special feeling for this little elemental messenger. Effect, Hektra thought optimistically, awakened by Hipper's voice.

"Hipper, why don't you let me out?"

"It's dangerous out there, you're going to be blown away, you're going to hurt, you're going to die."

Theron nodded half-understanding, his eyes still looking out of the window without blinking.With a thought in Hippo's mind, his fingers were blank, and his mana dissipated slightly, leaving long-lasting traces.What she painted looks like a feather, which is the seal of the levitation technique. If you are a low-level mage, you have to make the seal and the spell obediently—just like when you first write, you must write clearly stroke by stroke— —and high-level wizards can often omit one of them to cast spells easily.

The little child became light and fluffy. Hipper carried her to the window and looked out of the window through the glass. Sure enough, Theron's whole body lay on the window.

Hipper asked her to sit on the window sill, and asked softly, "You think the outside looks nice too, don't you?"

Theron nodded lightly: "It's very beautiful, 'extremely wonderful'."

"'Wonderful', who taught you to say it?"

Theron turned around and said with a smile: "Mom." Hipper knew that her mother was dead, and most of them were killed. Maybe the process was not so cruel, because there was no trace of haze in Theron's smile, as if It's been a long time since this happened.She really didn't know how to ask further. Archmages are not very good at dealing with others. If it is with mages, at least they use the same language system so that there is no major problem in communicating with them. Talking kids...

But when she was in a daze, Theron gave up looking out the window, but stared at her intently for a while.Hipper felt a little strange and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me?"

"very nice."

Hipper laughed. Many people have praised her beauty, either out of politeness, flattery, ulterior motives, or just wanting to chat and make friends, but none of them are as simple and direct as Theron.

The storm outside the window is also beautiful, and Hipper is also beautiful. She probably just thinks it is beautiful.

The archmage didn't feel offended, but instead pointed to the storm turning outside the window and asked, "It's beautiful outside, or am I?"

Theron looked outside, looked at her, looked outside again, looked at her again, and said slowly: "All, it's beautiful." She pointed to the outside, "'Excellent'," and pointed to Hipper, "'Otherworldly.'"

"It's a great honor..." Hipper murmured, her eyes widened in surprise.When she saw Theron, the child was as dirty as a very bad beast, but this was already the second very gentle word she heard from Theron.She recalled her... eight or nine years old, or ten, or six years old, and she didn't find any situations where these words were actively used. What kind of family would use these words to teach children?

Theron smiled cutely, probably very satisfied with her answer, then turned her head away again, lying on the glass window and quietly looking outside.