Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 22 Strange Seabirds

In the days that followed, Moro did not show up again. Irene and Allen began to practice triangle guidance, and Angel was immersed in the idea of ​​Jon's layout.

Moro said that knowledge is the most important thing for wizards. Angel didn't know if Professor Jon's knowledge was useful, but he knew that this knowledge could inspire wisdom and keep his vision unconstrained.

Useful, or useless. Angel didn't care.

Anger’s hard work, a complex formula and figures, became the draft of yesterday. Every day, Angel has new ideas for solving problems, from molecules, atoms to magnetic fields, bands, and different angles, bringing him different surprises.

As time went by, Angel knew that he was getting closer to the right answer.

On this day, Angel dropped the quill in his hand and rubbed his temple. The high brain power has been running for nearly half a month, and the answers to the questions are getting more and more, and the final answer is getting closer and closer, only the progress of the last 10 questions. But the continuous concentration of the gods, so that his head is too much to eat. Especially this morning, he even had tinnitus and black eyes. This shows that the body is already alerting him.

Even if Angel can't wait for the answer, he still stopped. This year, he is 14 years old and still in adolescence. If it is because of the radical radicalization that causes the internal balance of the body to be broken and the most important period of life to change, then he will not cry.

I used to hear from Jon’s mentor that when he was adolescent, he was born with a serious illness because of his habits. Later, his height stagnated at 165. Anger doesn't know if the tutor is telling the truth, or is he looking for an excuse, but he is more credible, is it not credible?

Anger yawned, stretched his arms and straightened his legs. I watched the clock hanging on the wall, exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.

The clock is on the edge of the island, which is the old continent, and it is rare. Even the original manor was still using the hourglass, but in the mainland, the clock has long been known to the general public.

Pushing the round lid on the wooden wall panel, Anger immediately smelled the tidal smell of the ocean.

This round wooden cover is the window of the ship. In the middle room of the Bauhinia, there are such breathable windows, and there is no such treatment in the bottom room.

The sun is fine and the eyes of the sea are swelled. The outside air and the forced room convect each other, and Angel didn't care about that arrogance, lazily closed his eyes, blowing a warm sea breeze, and his thoughts began to drift away.

Angel recalls the beauty of childhood, the love of his parents, the care of his elder brother, the teachings of his mentor, and the intoxicating youth who indulge in the ocean of knowledge around the clock. Angel's memories always make him smile unconsciously. He left from Pat Manor and did not take anything away. Only this memory can last a lifetime with him.

Angel decided to follow Moro to the mainland and become a wizard, not only to save the mentor, but in fact, the heart is faint and the family's mind is revitalized. In the old mainland, even the wizard apprentices received far more treatment than the royal family.

Moro once said that the life of a formal wizard is at least five hundred years. If it is a breakthrough, the millennium is not difficult. Anger did not guard the extravagant hopes of the family for a thousand years. At least in a hundred years, no three generations of relatives can thrive, which is enough.

Outside, it was calm, and Angel also had the idea of ​​relaxing, simply taking a bag of tea bags from his luggage.

The tea bag is filled with morning dew after the rain. At the beginning, Angel divided the morning dew of the manor into two parts, one for Moro and the rest for himself.

Although Angel does not like to drink this slightly bitter tea, but thinks that Moro said that this tea is a low-level magic plant. I am about to step into the mysterious world of wizards. Drinking from time to time, should it help?

When Anger tasted the product, the end of the eye was favored, and the corner of the mouth was slightly upturned. Even if no one was around, his every move, every detail, even the straight back of the cup, was very elegant. The temperament of this aristocrat has already been buried in his bones. Coupled with Jon's many years of poetry, Anger's temperament is more gentle, and the combination of temperament makes his whole person fascinating.

Well, if you get older and your face matures, it’s even better. Anger muttered to the mirror.

A cup of drink, as always, the morning dew brought to Anger in addition to bitterness after the rain, is the taste of a blade of grass. Not difficult to drink, but not too good to drink.

As for the magical effect that Moro said, it has nothing to do with him.

叽咕叽咕——

When Anger pondered into the three flavors of tea, a bird called out from the window, followed by a flapping of the wings.

Anger looked up and saw that there was a strange seabird on the window sill that didn't know where to come from.

The seabird estimates the size of the two palms, the gray-brown feathers, the red claws, the orange thorns, and the eyes are green and secluded. All of the above also meet the basic characteristics of seabirds, but the reason why Anger says it is weird is that there is still decoration in this bird!

With a white high hat on his head and a blue and white bib on his neck, there is a reflective pattern on the bib. The most important thing for Angel is that the seabird is still hanging a blue pouch, which looks like a pigeon postman in a fairy tale.

The seabirds are screaming, and the green eyes are always staring at Angel, seemingly talking to Anger.

Angerhaha smiled, his eyes turned, thinking that there was no outsider in the room, and the young man’s heart once again occupied the peak, and his mouth screamed like a seabird.

The seabird snorted.

Anger smiled and said: "You said your name is 叽咕 ah? It's really interesting, who is your master, how can you dress up so stylish!"

The seabird’s eyes slammed and dismissed.

Anger extended his slender fingers and gently tapped the small bird's head of the seabird: "I said you have a shape, and your tail has turned me up."

Hearing the words of Angel, the seabird’s head glimpsed and wanted to fly away. But hesitated for a while, and then stayed, and looked back and forth, seemingly seeking.

Angel didn't notice, still teasing the birds cheerfully. In the process of teasing birds, Angel also found the blue bird's blue satchel and printed the same pattern as its bib.

The pattern seems to be the style of the badge. In the center is a purple-haired lady with a few layers of meat on her face. The lady has a red lips, a small nose, a seductive eye makeup, and a chin on her chin. If there is no fat, it must be a glamorous girl. It is a pity that a white cover is ugly and a fat is destroyed. On both sides of the pattern is a knife and a fork intersect.

It seems quite strange, I don't know what it means? Is it a national emblem? Angel, if the family is a national emblem, the heart of this family is also big enough.

If it is not a family emblem, what will it be? Anger is puzzled, but he does not ask for a solution. The problem in his mind just came out, and he was left behind by him.

Although, curiosity is the first virtue of learners. But he prefers to use curiosity in the exploration of truth.

Anger also found that the seabird's small bag was bulging, and it must have something inside. However, Angel did not reach out and take it. In the face of the host, he did not ask for his own self. This kind of behavior can't be done, even if the owner of this small bag is a seabird.

The seabird is still groaning, and Angel is talking to the chicken and the duck. It looks very frustrated and walks back and forth on the window sill.

"Oh, what are you coming to here for me? Is it hungry or thirsty?"

When the seabird heard the name of ‘Little 叽咕’, he could not wait to give Anger a blank eye, but when he heard the next question, the seabird’s eyes lit up and nodded quickly, and the small head of the melon was the same as the glutinous rice.

"It turns out that you are hungry, too clever, and you will find your own food." From the drawer, Anger took out the food bag, took the bread from the inside, and smashed it while muttering: "I don't know you." Who is the owner, how to train you so obediently; you can understand people and know how to reply."

Anger looked out the window and looked at the endless sea. "I haven't seen an island nearby... Is it the superman who lives on the top of the Bauhinia?"

The contract signed today has been sent out.

A good mood, if the results are not good, will it be too shameful. So, can you ask for a collection (⊙_⊙)?

(End of this chapter)