In the following days, Moro didn't show up again, Irene and Allen began to practice triangular guidance, while Angel was immersed in the ideas of the topics set up by Jon.
Moro said that knowledge is the most important thing for a wizard. Angel doesn't know if Professor Jon's knowledge is useful, but he knows that this knowledge can enlighten wisdom and let his vision not be limited by what is in front of him.
Useful or useless. Angel didn't care.
Angel wrote quickly, and the complicated formulas and numbers turned into yesterday's drafts. Every day, Angel has new ideas for solving problems, from molecules and atoms to magnetic fields and wavebands, different angles bring him different surprises.
As time passed, Angel knew that he was getting closer and closer to the correct answer.
On this day, Angel put down the quill in his hand and rubbed his temples. High brainpower has been running for nearly half a month, more and more questions have been answered, and the final answer is getting closer and closer, only the progress of the last 10 questions. But the continuous concentration made his head a little overwhelmed. Especially this morning, he even developed tinnitus and black vision. This shows that the body is already sending an alarm to him.
Even if Angel couldn't wait for the answer, he still stopped. This year, he is 14 years old and still in adolescence. If the internal balance of the body is broken due to a moment of radicalism, and the most important period of his life is changed, then he has no place to cry.
I have heard from mentor Jon before that he had a serious illness during his adolescence due to his lifestyle habits, and later his height stagnated at 165. Angel didn't know if what the teacher said was true, or was making excuses, but he would rather believe it than to believe it was all right
Angel yawned, stretched his arms, and straightened his legs. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.
Clocks are rare on Edge Island, the Old Earth Continent. Even the hourglass was still used in Pat Manor, but in Fan Continent, the clock has long been known to the general public.
Pushing open the round cover on the wooden wall panel, Angel immediately smelled a tidal smell of the ocean.
This round wooden cover is the ship window. In the middle-level guest room of the Bauhinia, there are still such ventilation windows, and the rooms on the ground floor do not have such treatment.
The sun was shining brightly, and the ripples on the sea surface swelled. The air outside and the cramped room convectioned each other, and Angel didn't care about the fishy smell. He closed his eyes lazily, blowing the warm sea breeze, and his thoughts began to drift wildly.
Angel recalled the beauty of childhood, the love of his parents, the care of his elder brothers, the teachings of his mentors, and the green teenagers who were addicted to the sea of knowledge day and night. Angel's memories always made him smile unconsciously. He left from Pat Manor without taking anything with him, only this memory can stay with him for a lifetime.
Angel decided to follow Moro to Fan Continent and become a wizard, not only to save the mentor, but also to revitalize the family in his heart. In the Old Land Continent, even wizard apprentices received far more treatment than royal family members.
Moro once said that the lifespan of an official wizard is at least five hundred years, and if it breaks through again, a thousand years is not difficult. Angel did not have the extravagant hope of protecting the family for thousands of years, at least in a hundred years, it is enough that the relatives of less than three generations can prosper.
It was calm outside, and Angel also had the idea of relaxing, so he simply took out a bag of tea bags from his luggage.
Tea bags are filled with morning dew after rain. At first, Angel divided all the morning dew in the manor into two parts, one part was given to Moro, and he took the rest with him.
Although Angel didn't like to drink this slightly bitter tea, he remembered what Moro had said that this kind of tea was considered a low-level demon plant. I'm about to step into the mysterious wizarding world again, so drinking from time to time should be helpful, right
When Angel was drinking tea, his eyes were wide-eyed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. Even if there was no one around, his every move, every detail, even his straight back when he held the teacup, looked very elegant. This noble temperament seems to have been buried deep in his bones. Coupled with Jon's years of poetry and books, Angel's temperament is more gentle and elegant, and the combination of temperament makes his whole person glow with charming charm.
Well, if the age is a little older and the face is a little more mature, it will be better. Angel looked at the mirror and muttered to himself.
After drinking a cup, as always, the morning dew after the rain brought Anger apart from the bitterness, but also the smell of grass. Not bad to drink, but not necessarily good either.
As for the effect of the magic plant that Moruo said, it probably has nothing to do with him.
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When Angel was thinking about the three flavors of tea, a bird call came from outside the window, followed by the flapping of wings.
Angel looked up and saw a strange seabird that came from nowhere on the windowsill.
The seabird is estimated to be the size of two palms, with gray-brown feathers, red claws, orange sharp bills, and green eyes. The above are still in line with the basic characteristics of seabirds, but the reason why Angel said it is strange is that there are decorations on this bird!
He wears a high white hat on his head, and a blue and white bib tied around his neck with a reflective pattern on the bib. What caught Angel's attention the most was that there was a small blue bag hanging diagonally on the seabird, which looked like a pigeon postman in a fairy tale.
The seabirds chirped, and the faint green eyes kept staring at Angel, as if he was talking to Angel.
Angel laughed, his eyes rolled, thinking that there was no outsider in the room, and the young man's temperament took the top spot again, and he spoke to the seabird with a shriveled mouth.
The seabird groaned.
Angel smiled: "You said your name is Jigu? It's really interesting, who is your master, and why does he dress you up so stylishly!"
Seabird narrowed its eyes and murmured disdainfully.
Angel stretched out his slender fingers and lightly tapped the seabird's small head: "You said that you are stylish, and your tail is still up for me."
Hearing Angel's words, the seabird tilted its head and wanted to fly away. But after hesitating for a while, he stopped again, and turned around and kept muttering, as if asking for something.
Angel didn't notice it, and still happily teased the bird. In the process of amusing the bird, Angel also found that the seabird's small blue satchel was printed with the same pattern as its bib.
The pattern seems to be in the style of a badge. In the center is a lady with purple curly hair so fat that she has several layers of flesh on her face. This lady has flaming red lips, a small nose, seductive eye makeup, and a mole on her chin. If it wasn't for that fat, she would definitely be a beautiful girl. It's a pity that one white hides all ugliness, and one fat ruins everything. On either side of the pattern is the intersection of a knife and a fork.
It looks very strange, I don't know what it means? Is it a family emblem? Angel smiled, if it is the family emblem, the family's heart is big enough.
If it wasn't a family emblem, what would it be? Angel was puzzled, but he didn't ask for further explanation. As soon as this question came out of his mind, he was thrown behind him in a flash.
Although, curiosity is the first virtue of the learner. But he prefers to use curiosity in the search for truth.
Angel also found that the seabird's small satchel was bulging, and it must have something in it. But Angel didn't reach out to take it. He didn't ask for it in front of the owner. He couldn't do this kind of behavior, even if the owner of this small bag was a sea bird.
The seabird was still chattering, but Angel was talking to it. It looked very depressed and walked back and forth anxiously by the window sill.
"Little Jigu, what are you here for? Are you hungry or thirsty?"
Hearing the name of 'Little Jigu', the seabird wanted to roll his eyes for Angel, but when he heard the next question, the seabird's eyes lit up and nodded quickly, with a small head like pecking at rice.
"It turns out that you are hungry, you are too clever, and you will find food by yourself." Angel took out a food bag from the drawer, took out the bread from it, smashed it, and muttered: "I don't know about you. Who is the owner of the house, how did you train you to be so obedient; you can still understand people's words and know how to reply."
Angel looked out the window and saw the endless sea. "I don't see any islands nearby... Could it be raised by the superhuman who lives on the top floor of the Bauhinia?"