Although I have looked forward to and imagined countless times, I always feel nostalgic and reluctant when I leave.

"El Angel, why do you wear a cloak to cover your face? You can't be crying, is it?" spoke a young man with a round face, who was also one of the three magicians in charge of admissions, named Larry.

It was obviously not a good job to be in charge of recruiting apprentices in such a remote country, so most of the people in charge of recruiting were young and powerless low-ranking magicians, who were often no older than thirty years old, which was very young among the older and more senior magicians.

"No, I didn't. Al retorted, "It's just that my mother told me to remember to wear a cloak when I go out, otherwise it will be very easy to get into trouble, and don't call me a little angel!"

"That's exactly how it should be. Thinking of Al's celestial appearance, Larry nodded with an expression of understanding.

None of the magicians seemed to like to talk, and they talked to each other very little along the way, except for the one Larry would often talk to Al.

However, for Al, he was also happy, and on the way, he did not read any more books, but watched the changes in the world around him in a new way.

The road under the carriage gradually changed from a terracotta road to a striped brick lane, wide enough for two carriages to pass together, and there were two small ditches on the side of the road, which Al had learned about in books, which seemed to be ditches for drainage.

There were few carriages along the way, and the scenery on both sides gradually changed from lush forests to large fields, and in summer, the thick green wheat fields rolled and surged like waves in the summer wind, with the smell of dry grass and trees after being exposed to the sun.

In the evening, the carriage finally drove into a small town.

It was the first time Al had seen so many masonry buildings, the polished stones were firmly built together with the help of stone and mud, giving the walls a natural texture of large chunks, and the roofs seemed to be still made of wood, but painted in beautiful colors.

Al had never seen so many people gathered, let alone so many dazzling merchandise and shops.

"What a bustling market!" Al sighed like a hillbilly as he looked at the crowd around him.

But it's true, the current Al was originally an out-and-out hillbilly.

"Huh. Larry couldn't help but find it funny, he said: "This town is called Greystone Town, because the houses here are built with stone from the nearby limestone mines, so in a sense, it is actually not much better than your hometown logging village, and it is also built up by special resources, but because of its location near the Lyre River, it naturally develops better with convenient transportation resources." ”

"Larry, I was a little mindful before, did you think you were a teacher? Another fellow magician suddenly interjected.

"This, I'm just trying to impart some knowledge and experience from the outside world to our future junior disciples. Larry explained, but his round face was a little embarrassed red.

"Even if it's to pass on experience, someone seems to be overzealous. ”

"It's okay, I'm glad Brother Larry told me so passionately about what I didn't know. Al helped.

"Look, El likes people like me. Larry smirked.

"I'll go to the hotel later, right?" asked Al.

"How did you know you were going to the hotel, El, I heard you never left Lumberwood Village since you were a child, right?" asked Larry.

"I've seen it in books. Because of the hood, the magic books traveling with them couldn't see Al's full face, but the delicate chin and slightly upturned corners of his mouth under the hood still formed a shy smile that almost stunned them.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Perhaps realizing that there was something strange about their watch, the embarrassed magicians turned their faces away, and there was a brief silence in the carriage.

After a long journey, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the carriage finally stopped, and the shadow of the wheels was stretched into a strange shape like a thin stick.

Through the glass of the carriage, Al saw a large, heavy, circular oak sign hanging from the shop, with a bubbling wine glass painted with an unknown golden pigment, and underneath the words "Marigold Tavern" in common script.

"Isn't this a tavern?"

"Of course, let's go in and have a couple of drinks!"

"Wait, are you going to drink?" Al blinked under the cloak, a confused look.

"Of course, little Al, have you ever had a drink, how about a drink later?"

Al: ""

Aren't all good magicians characters who don't eat the fireworks of the world? Aren't they all disgusted with alcohol, which can make people lose their temper?

It turns out that novels are all lies.

This is Al's first time in a real tavern.

In many stories, the tavern is a magical place, where all kinds of stories and events can easily take place, and all kinds of people will be encountered.

But the tavern in front of him looked like it was worthy of Al's expectations.

The inside of the tavern is small, of course, it should be spacious by the standards of an ordinary house, and the small in this case means that it is too small according to El's imagination of the tavern.

There was only about ** table in the tavern, and it was a small round table, the table top was very thick, and the edges were a little dirty with wine or other dirt, but it seemed that the people who drank in the tavern didn't care.

Most of the taverns looked like ordinary people, and the unwiped dust and dirt on a few of them indicated that they were clearly the town's construction workers, who had just finished their day's work and ordered a large glass of ale to treat themselves to the hard work and fatigue of the day.

It is also worth mentioning that there are several women in good shape in the tavern, but most of them are in company, but there are two or three single women who attract the attention and attention of many people, and their confused gaze and unrelenting response show that they do not seem to refuse the approach.

When Al and his party walked into the tavern, almost everyone's eyes were attracted, after all, they were quite conspicuous in such outfits.

"Magician?"

"It's rare for a magician to come to the tavern? ”

It seems that what the book says is correct, it is really rare for a magician to enter a tavern.

"You know a lot of! Don't you read too many storybooks? Magicians can't drink? Who rules?" It wasn't the magician who spoke, but a drunken drunkard, and when he saw Larry's grateful gaze, the drunkard raised the wooden wine glass in his hand with a red face, burped, and said, "Toast!"

"Haha, toast!"

"Toast!"

"Cheers!"

The people in the tavern laughed, and they raised their glasses one after another, and the golden liquor spilled into the air, the aroma of wheat and alcohol.