Passing through the town, pausing to rest, he was sitting on a public seat on the side of the road, and elves walked in front of them, dressed in casual clothes, tank tops, shorts, and straw hats, except for the occasional passing by in leather clothes.

Cecilia sat on the left, and a male elf sat on the right across a vacant seat, on the bench, and the two of them looked at the street without saying a word with the stranger from nowhere.

The buildings here are deliberately made into a special state, and the builders seem to want to use stone materials to simulate the texture and texture of wood, which makes the whole town look very similar to the kind of European town in the film and television drama.

It all looks like there's a western vibe to it.

But the baring pointed ears still reminded them that this was a group of elves, not some western cowboys, but they really didn't look any different from other races.

In addition, although it is a deserted place, there are some traces of civilization.

For example, the stranger who was with them wore leather sandals from central Avaranga, fine linen shirts from the south, knee-length shorts from the west, crystal necklaces from the north, and cigarettes from the east, all of which were the inevitable result of economic development.

"Brother, borrow a fire. The young elf sitting next to him was the first to speak, "I didn't bring a lighter when I went out today." ”

Albert stretched out a finger, a small flame came out of his fingertips, the young elf held a cigarette and brought his mouth over, as soon as he lit it, he inhaled sharply, in the smoke, squinted his eyes, closed his breath, and waited for the smoke to stagnate in the respiratory organs for a few seconds, before he slowly spit it out, and it could be seen that this person was really addicted to smoking, not pretending to be cool, but even if he smoked, this person was quite civilized, and the smoke was rolled up into the sky by the invisible air spiral, and did not let the smell of smoke interfere with others.

"This is [Forbidden Enchantment]. "Hmm. He took another hard sip, "My family won't let me smoke." ”

Everyone's soul band and the basic frequency of spiritual power are different, and the magic released according to the rune group when casting the spell will be slightly different inside, according to the magic rune group under normal circumstances, it will operate in reverse for someone, which is the ban enchantment, for example, A wants to use magic to heat up the C object, and B releases a temporary ban enchantment to this object in order to trick it, then, before the power B leaves on the C object is exhausted, the heat energy injected by A will be transferred, and his magic will be activated as soon as it comes into contact with this object, and the ban will be activated, and it is also mentioned that this thing can only be for one magic, and set a small spell for pumping heat energy, you can only deal with this.

To crack this kind of joking prank,,It's also simple.,Or,Use tools.,For example, use a lighter to bypass the ban on heat extraction.,Or,It's a choice between brute force unlocking and technical unlocking.,It's just so complicated that he can't crack it.。。。

"Oh, it's my grandfather. He immediately guessed their doubts, and he didn't even glance to the side, "He's a four-ring wizard, and he used to be a professor of rune literature. ”

"My family said that smoking was forbidden under the age of 100. ”

"They're really enough, a hundred years is so long, who can bear it?" said the elf, "with our constitution, what's wrong with a little smoking? ”

The current ban enchantment,It's from the early version of the simplified civilian.,It's simplified and simplified.,Simplified to can't be more simplified.,The researcher bluntly said that whoever can maintain the current power in a hundred years will continue to simplify the ultra-simplified version of the head and kick the ball for that person.,Generally speaking,It's just a prank to play on such a small thing.,The hands and feet that move on such a small thing can make a person at least seventy or eighty years old.,Can make a ring wizard can't unravel.,This elf and his grandfather are really a bit famous.,Of course,There's also a reason why the power of the fire of a little smoke has an upper limit. 。

Getting the highest temperature that can be done directly can really break through the blockade, after all, just like the motor has a power difference, it can prevent a little bit of heat.

But the temperature is too high, and it is easy to burn the smoke directly.

In short, in order for their children not to smoke, they have come up with such a thing, but to be honest, it is better to start with pocket money if you have that spare time, which is mostly the old man who is too lonely at home to find something to do.

Of course, this is civilian magic, at most it's just a joke, maybe there are miracles in special circumstances, but it's usually really useless, and it's more complicated, it is said that the stronger effect is on the military side, and it is definitely impossible to use the ultra-streamlined civilian version to study the military version, otherwise they won't know about the existence of this spell, you must know, at least you've heard of the high-power version of this thing, its name is very short, two words, [seal].

"Eh, you think so, after this hundred years, after thousands of years, it will be with you, isn't it beautiful?" "Actually, I envy you. ”

The elf sighed: "You don't have to learn anymore after studying for more than ten years, but I'm a few decades." "That's because you've lived a long life. Albert pouted, "Just growing up is enough to give birth to three generations of ancestors and grandchildren who have never practiced, and when you have a son, we will all become ashes." "Cut... Forget it, maybe it's because of race, we have a generation gap, I still want to live a few days less, just a few hundred years is the best. ”

“。。。 ”

He nodded in understanding, said no more, turned his head, and made small talk with her.

Talking about longevity between two short-lived breeds and one long-lived breed is like a beggar listening to a billionaire talk about the disadvantages of having too much money, and there is no way to talk about it at all, in this case, it is better not to talk about it at all.

"Before I knew it, I had already walked a long way, and when I looked back, I realized that the road was so long. "Well, it's a long road. He glanced at Cecilia, "Shall we be on our way tonight or shall we stay here?" "Let's hurry, go back and see them early." "Well, then. ”

It was late when they came here, and along the way, they were making jokes, joking, and not having to sleep, and there was always plenty of time, and they could have fun while maintaining the same speed as those who were in the first ring of occupations, and there was nothing to worry about, nothing dangerous, and perhaps occasional dangers, and individuals who were too powerful would have some homicides every ten years on average, but there was nothing to worry about except this and dangerous creatures, and besides, a truly undisputed paradise on earth existed only in the imagination。

The sun has set, dyeing half of the sky red, and the fiery clouds and the grass glittering in the afterglow form a landscape painting.

Cecilia leaned on Albert, flipping through the gossip magazines, he fanned himself with a newspaper, and the news in the newspaper was probably what the central leaders had done, where there had been a disaster, where there were good things, where there were corrupt officials entering the bureau, where there were new advances in technological research, or where there were activities to promote traditional culture, and so on.

The men of each family are coming back, flying or walking, and after a long day's work, they either go home directly, or go to the tavern to drink a glass of cheap spirits, and the women are also going home, stir-frying and cooking, and the men and women do their jobs.

The day passed peacefully and without dispute.

They won't know, these guys who are a little too laid-back, I'm teaching myself entry-level sociology.