Nearly eleven years have passed since Ed found the sleeping little Morin in front of the Baron's mansion, and the little Harry Harry is still the same: the colorful houses are arranged on the gentle slope, the bottom floor is a small dock area, only three or five sea ships are moored, and the top floor is the Baron's mansion, and an avenue passes in front of the Baron's mansion and leads from the entrance of the town to the docks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But ten years have really changed a lot of things. Now, if the inhabitants of Harry were to choose the most troublesome person, Maureen Calland would undoubtedly be the first to be elected first, beating the stingy bald tax collector and the one-eyed pirate who was once frequented by the overwhelming number of votes.

Although the weather has become more unpredictable since the year of the holly flower, the summer morning is still the coolest time of the day.

At this time, the golden morning sun has just risen from the sea, and the sun has melted into the morning mist of the town, which is as warm as fragrant milk. At this time, except for the guards standing guard, everyone else should still be asleep, but in the streets and alleys of the town, there is already a running figure shuttling back and forth, scaring the dew on the countless flowers and plants on the street all the way.

Nearly twelve years old Morin was not tall, but he was not thin, his black hair grew a little wantonly, and his dark blue eyes shone with excitement. He was wearing a miniature version of dark green light armor, carrying a standard iron shield with a blue bear tattoo on his back, and several pieces of dark metal falling from his waist and the outside of his legs.

It would take a lot of effort for an ordinary adult man to carry these things, but Morin didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. He ran through the streets and alleys, sometimes turning a corner, sometimes suddenly rushing onto the roof, jumping down several times in succession, and disappearing into nowhere. But wherever Morin went, the armor and shields he wore and the metal that bound him would rattle and rattle, reminding the sleeping people of his arrival.

Not to mention that he sometimes stepped on other people's roofs, and sometimes ran in front of other people's windows. The tranquility of the early morning in the town vanished as the boy ran all the way.

I saw that the running boy suddenly jumped forward, and his figure cut an arc between the two roofs, and at the same time took out a strange thing with his right hand from under the iron shield behind his back. It looked like a mountain dwarf's musket, about the length of an adult's forearm, but the muzzle was unusually large like an open morning glory. The body of the gun is colorful and looks like a pile of strange parts put together, which makes people worry about whether it will explode to pieces when the gun is fired.

I didn't see any other movement from Morin in mid-air, just pointed the muzzle of the gun at the sky somewhat casually, and then pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, a big gull fell from the sky, as if only one wing remained. The other wing was knocked out of sight.

And the roar was deafening, and it literally overshadowed all the noise before.

"Morin !!!!!!" The roar of a middle-aged man came from the second-story house, and the man could be heard to be out of anger. Before the words fell, two white eggs had already flown out of the window and smashed them from behind towards Morin who had fallen to the ground.

Seeing that two eggs were about to bloom on the back of Morin's head one after another, the middle-aged man in the window had already begun to let out a cry of victory. But Maureen seemed to have eyes behind him, and he tilted his head slightly to give way to the first egg, and then took the second egg with his left hand, and then turned around and threw the egg back into the room through the window.

Impartially, the egg just exploded on the middle-aged man's bald head, and the original cry of victory suddenly turned into a miserable scream.

Mo Lin's laughter came from afar: "Uncle Will, I'm really sorry to wake you up again, haha", "But this time it's me who won, remember not to shout to warn the enemy when you attack next time, hahahaha......"

"Little ghost, you better prepare your own test, there is no academy to ask for you, don't come back crying!!" The bald man known as Uncle Will roared again.

But Morin had apparently fled without a trace, and listening to the young man's laughter in the distance, Uncle Will could only helplessly fetch a bucket of water to clean his poor bald head, and sighed as he washed: the success rate of sneak attacks in the past two years has become lower and lower.

That's where the town's inhabitants come in. There are always a few days a month when I will be woken up early in the morning by Maureen. However, he is still the son of the baron, the future owner of this territory, and disturbing the people in the early morning cannot be counted as a crime. Everyone was really helpless against him, so they could only sneak attack from behind, throw rotten eggs or something to vent the anger in their hearts. It's just that recently, just like Will lamented, the success rate of winning is getting lower and lower.

Will sniffed the residual smell on his body, and regretted that he had picked such a rotten egg last night.

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After successfully waking up and angering a considerable part of the inhabitants, Maureen finally ran back to the Baron's mansion out of breath, sweat already soaking through his underwear. He took off his burden, took off his light armor, and breathed in the morning air in the courtyard, the excited light in his blue eyes reflected the morning light, as if he was tired for some reason, and recalled the route of today's run, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"This kind of speed and weight can be regarded as meeting my grandfather's requirements, and sure enough, I am still very good!" the young man thought with some smugness.

Maureen Callander wasn't doing the alarm clock, of course, he was just doing the training tasks that his grandfather had given him. Every morning, he trains to run with weights, and most days he runs long distances outside the city. Carrying dozens of kilograms on his back, he traveled more than ten kilometers in a row to exercise his physical strength, and occasionally ran in the town. In my grandfather's words, the terrain in the town is more complex, and it is good to practice the flexibility and coordination of the body.

Thinking of the stern old man, especially the old man's sharp eyes, Mo Lin couldn't help but shudder.

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It was probably when he was four or five years old that his grandfather returned home and practiced Morin every day for pleasure.

"Run faster!

"Look at that mountain hare!, don't eat meat if you can't even catch up with a fat rabbit for dinner!!"

"When you're your age, your useless dad has already gone to war with me, and you dare to kill a chicken!"

"Hold your sword tightly, you don't have any strength at all!"

"Are you a man or not, the birds can't hit it, and then aim for an afternoon......!"

Young Morin had no idea what manhood had to do with all this, and he cried profusely and went to his father to complain that his grandfather had tortured him in a different way.

Baron Pike grew up in the shadow of Maureen's grandfather, and he was secretly glad to see that the old man was now focusing all his energy on little Maureen. Thinking that he was finally out of the sea of suffering, where would he help little Morin to attract hatred. He had to repeat the comforting words: "Your grandfather is also for your good, physical training will be of great benefit in the future." No matter what you do, physical fitness is the foundation......"

But her mother felt very sorry for Morin, but she had no right to speak in front of the old man, so she could only secretly cook some additional meals, all of which were Morin's favorites: roast lamb, fried chicken, fried beef......

"Young Master, I'm going to take the test in the afternoon, how can I still practice like this?" A voice interrupted Morin's thoughts, it was Ed, eleven years ago it was he who found the sleeping little Morin on the steps and hugged him back, so his words were also full of love.

Mo Lin waved his hand innocently and said, "It's okay, just get some sleep, it's not like you don't know my magical ability." Seeing that Ed had prepared the bathtub, he couldn't wait to change his clothes and jumped into the hot water. Eleven years have passed, and the black aura that originally surrounded Morin has long since disappeared, leaving only a small black mark on the fingers of his right hand, which surrounds the base of his middle finger, like a ring mark.

In Morin's impression, this ring-like inky black mark appeared at a very young age, and even the omniscient grandfather couldn't tell how it came about, only that there was no need to worry. In addition to the ring marks, he was also wearing something on his body at this time, which was a black crystal card, which was clamped and hung around his neck by a small clip, it was larger and thicker than ordinary magic cards, there was no pattern on both sides, it was black and shiny, and it didn't see any value, but this was something that his grandfather handed to Morin when he left home two years ago, and told him to keep it close to him.

Ed on the side shook his head, wondering if he was sighing about Morin's lack of aristocratic etiquette. He took out a simple, heavy book, the black leather book was covered with dust and had not even been wiped off, and it looked as if it had been lying in the bookcase for some unknown amount of time, and handed it to Maureen.

"Analysis and manufacturing of small and medium-sized magical machines," Morin couldn't help but roll his eyes as he read the title of the book, and muttered, "It's another boring book, haven't you finished reading all the fun things?" ”

Seeing Ed's puzzled eyes, Morin shook his head and added: "Forget it, anyway, the books in the library are about to be finished, and you can't read those magical books, you don't understand them......" The magical books he said meant those books that recorded spell models, and humans would not be exposed to them before the age of twelve, nor would they do any magic or mental exercises, because they were too young to understand enough, and it was easy to deviate and lead to serious consequences.

As he spoke, Morin raised his hand in the tub and wiped it twice on the bath towel on the wooden shelf on one side, and then lightly touched the cover of "Analysis and Manufacturing of Small and Medium-sized Magical Machines".

There was no strange phenomenon to be seen, but as if Morin had suddenly fallen asleep, his hand touching the book slipped back into the bathtub, and in a short time the sound of a teenager could be heard in the thick tub.

This is what Maureen calls a magical ability.

Specifically, when he was four years old, it was when he first came into contact with books.

At that time, Morin's grandfather had not yet returned, and the young Morin had grown fat and cute under excessive nutrition, and he played in the yard every day, catching insects, digging holes, etc., so he was not leisurely. At one point he slipped into the baron's study, removed a large book from the shelf, and opened it. It was the first time he had read a book, and he was looking for some interesting pictures to look at, but he heard a voice faintly.

The voice seemed to come from his head, a little dull, a little cold, not very clear, as if asking him if he wanted to read the book. Little Morin rolled his eyes, thinking that I had already opened it, of course, to read this book, but before he could finish thinking about the word "want", the person fainted, lying on a book as big as him, drooling and falling asleep.

Because he had soiled the books, he woke up with a baron's shoe print on his buttocks.

But beyond that, Maureen felt like he had a lot more in his head, including words and pictures. He didn't know much about most of it, but he didn't know why it was firmly in his mind, and he felt so refreshed. Later, when he opened the other books, it was the same, as soon as he answered the voice in his head that he wanted to read it, he would faint, and then he would wake up from a nap and find that he had memorized everything in the book in his head, and he was in good spirits.

So Maureen felt that he was a genius.

But when he proudly showed off his abilities to his grandfather and father, he found that they were not surprised, and after the initial surprise he only inquired in detail about his feelings, and after making sure that Merlin was not unwell, he told him not to tell anyone else, and asked nothing more.

When he was older, Morin faintly felt that his ability might be related to the ring marks on his fingers, because he had memorized the contents of many books at that time, but he had never seen such traces, and he had never heard of such abilities, since the two had never been before, maybe there would be some connection.

What he didn't know was that this ability, originally under the influence of a certain force, forced to memorize the content of a book, and consumed the corresponding spiritual power according to the amount of content. For little Morin, who didn't have much mental power, it was natural that he was exhausted every time, leading to lethargy.

It stands to reason that this kind of mental overdraft in a short period of time should leave some sequelae similar to headaches or even unconscious, and it is impossible to repeat the overdraft. But on the one hand, Morin was young, and it was the time when he was extremely elastic, and his mental strength recovered very quickly during sleep. On the other hand, it seems that he has a special physique, which can be seen from the fact that his injuries can be healed quickly since he was a child: when he was eight years old, he accidentally broke his leg, and it took less than two weeks to recover vividly.

So under this series of coincidences, he had this almost unreasonable ability. Not only did it allow him to memorize the contents of the books in a very small amount of time, but it also allowed him to vigorously stimulate the growth of his mental power at a time when all human beings could not train his mental power.

From the age of four or five, under his grandfather's almost harsh training, after exercising every day or before going to bed at night, Maureen would pick a book, touch it lightly, and then sleep comfortably for a long or short night.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, day after day.

Although a small baron of this era, the Callander family did inherit more books: not only the tall brass shelves in the study, but also the old library. But unconsciously, in six or seven years, the huge collection of books was still about to be read by Morin.

Therefore, the twelve-year-old boy Morin, although he could not be said to be knowledgeable, at least memorized the contents of countless books in his mind, not to mention, he also possessed spiritual powers that were far from his age, which also made his recovery from slumber faster and faster.

The water in the tub was still warm, and Morin had already woken up, his fatigue had already been swept away, and his energy was extraordinarily energetic. As for the book I just wrote down, whatever, I'm not interested in it anyway, just remember it, I'm too lazy to think about it.

Obviously, remembering and understanding are two completely different realms.

Seeing that he was awake, Ed couldn't help but remind him on the side: "Young Master Morin, it's better to prepare again, I will go to the test with the junior academy in the afternoon, this is not sloppy." ”

Uncle Will mentioned the test in the morning, and Ed repeated it when he returned home, but the thought of going to the test in the afternoon made Morin feel depressed.

Because he can't use magic cards.

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