Chapter 1 (1/2)

Eliza, carrying a small bamboo basket, walked through the aisle in the middle of the village.

The village, which had just experienced a disaster not long ago, now seems to have returned to its former prosperity.

Along the way, villagers stop their work and say hello to this 13-year-old girl who is obviously a beauty.

Although they all watched Eliza grow up, now the little girl has become the disciple of the magician. After learning, she may be appreciated by the nobles in the city and become an upper class person.

In addition, the magician is also a benefactor of the village. It is normal to be polite to his students.

The little blonde girl with two braids of simple headbands on both sides of her head would also politely salute them.

However, her steps did not slow down, while she did not lose the decency of the salute, while Eliza quickly passed through the busy corridor of the village, and soon came to the outskirts of the village.

At the entrance of the village is a large wheat field. Now it is a green one. If there is no accident, this year will be a good harvest year.

Without the shelter of the houses in the village, you can see the tall stone tower in the middle of the mountain not far away.

That's the mage tower where Eliza's teacher lives - although there's nothing in that tower at present

As the saying goes, the distance between the mountain and the village is not so exaggerated, but it took the girl half an hour to get to the foot of the mountain, and then trotted along the stone stairs of the same material as the master tower.

Before she ran to the mage tower, she saw a man in a big black cloak sitting on a reclining chair, taking a nap under the tree next to the mage tower. The afternoon sun through the dense canopy, only on his body cast a few spots.

The man's bare arms and feet from the cloak are wrapped in a layer of snow-white bandage, which is particularly dazzling in the contrast of the black cloak.

He is Eliza's teacher. It is said that he is a magician who has traveled from the East. I came to this village half a year ago, because I took a fancy to Eliza's talent, so I stayed in this unknown village to teach her.

Originally, it was nothing. Although people in the village would have a certain resistance to outsiders, on the one hand, the other party did not live in the village directly, but built a mage tower outside the village. On the other hand, the other side was a mysterious magician. For such people with supernatural power, the simple villagers still had a certain sense of fear, and naturally they would not touch the mold.

Over time, in addition to Eliza often went to the teacher to learn magic knowledge, the villagers also gradually forgotten this reclusive magician.

Until a month ago, a wild arrow porcupine suddenly rushed into the village, began to wantonly destroy.

Originally, because the village is located at the foot of the mountain, the hunters who depend on the mountain in the village have no way to attack the arrow porcupines with three levels of crusade. But somehow, the arrow porcupine was unexpectedly ferocious. Not only was its strength several times stronger than that of the common arrow porcupine, but also its skin defense ability was extraordinary. The ordinary arrow branch could not even leave a mark on its skin.

Unless there is a team of heavily armored knights, ordinary people are definitely going to die one by one, to two to die a pair.

When part of the village's buildings were destroyed and casualties began to appear, Eliza finally persuaded her teacher to help.

After the dancing fireball and electric light, the arrow porcupine only lay on the ground and twitch.

However, just when everyone thought it was safe, the arrow porcupine that had been convulsed for a while probably had the strength to launch a shower of arrows. The master who was caught off guard immediately hanged his colors. If the clever villagers did not apply medicine and bandage immediately, the weak body of the Dharma Master would have died of excessive bleeding.

But even so, the magician named Sylvie took about a month to recover to his present level.

But, I'm afraid, except Sylvie himself, no one knows that the 21-year-old man has been taken over.

”Are you feeling better, teacher?” Eliza put her little basket on the stone table not far away. She lifted the linen cloth on it and revealed several pieces of dry bread, a large piece of bacon and a bottle of milk under the basket.

The girl first spread the clean linen cloth on the table, and then put the food in the basket one by one: ”this is the lunch my mother prepared for you.”

Eliza's family is not too rich. This kind of lunch is the highest level.

”Please, Eliza.” Seaver opened his eyes and looked at the little girl standing on the side respectfully, with a smile that he thought was amiable.

Go through it. Anyway, you don't have any relatives to remember. And it's not a bad thing to give a lovely Lori as soon as you cross

SIVI chewed dry bread and looked at Eliza, who was smiling innocently. The little girl seems to be glad that the noble magician can see her own humble food.Just why there is a magic academy system in my body! Which God will listen to it will make people feel like the bridge of the third-class novel to themselves!