After Lin Qian's words were finished, the people at the dinner table quickly applauded after a moment of confusion, only the black-robed man Lipsus stared at his strange clothes with a thoughtful expression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This manor was bought by Lipsus, and all of them were his students except for the back kitchen, who took turns to buy vegetables at the market every day and give them to the back kitchen to cook. This was Lipsus's rule, and every morning before dawn, the students on duty would run all the way to the nearest city of Kolo, and rush back at dawn. The dishes are ordered by the kitchen one day in advance, and the money is taken from the teacher, and if there are other material purchases, they are also brought back.

After staying for three days, Neuer and Lin Qian were assigned to go grocery shopping together, and a senior brother named Ryan led them into Kolo City for the first time. Lin Qian also changed his outfit at this time, the three of them were all coarse linen clothes, with hats on their heads and a pair of cloth shoes on the soles of their feet.

This city is not very big, and it can't be compared with the city in Lin Qian's imagination, but there are still all kinds of things that should be there. Along the way, Ryan kept introducing Neuer to various important shops. Before leaving, Ryan bought two notebooks and two pens that Lin Qian had never seen from a bookstore, and also sent a letter to his family, which was said to have been saved by the teacher from the money left over from the grocery shopping.

The three of them each carried a little goods and walked to the manor, and they didn't feel very tired when they came, but Lin Qian felt a little difficult to walk back with something in his hand. The magicians in this world are unusually in good health, which may also have something to do with their regular exercise.

Not long after leaving the city, the three of them met an unkempt beggar who limped towards the city. Looking at his thin body, Lin Qian doubted whether he could persist in the city, but he was also a master who had no money, and he had no chance to give alms.

The four of them walked towards each other, and the beggar naturally turned his head and glanced at Lin Qian. Lin Qian also seemed to feel something, and glanced back at the beggar, but saw that there were tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel pity.

Seeing Lin Qian looking over, the beggar nodded, then shook his head again and made a silent gesture.

Huh, does this beggar know me? Lin Qian turned around and walked forward in a daze, and couldn't help but look back again, and found that the beggar was still looking at him. Neuer looked at Lin Qian thoughtfully, Lane thought that Lin Qian had never seen a beggar, and couldn't help but joke to Neuer on the side: "Neuer, it seems that the southern islands are still quite rich, and there is not even a beggar." ”

"Probably. Neuer smiled meaningfully, "We don't know anything about the world of Lin!"

When the three of them had gone away, the beggar turned and walked towards the city, but by this time he had folded his hands and was as devout as a believer.

Lipsus, the black-robed man, has not returned since he had been out for a trip two days ago. This was a common occurrence, and sometimes he would come back and lock himself in his room all day, and once Ryan found the teacher coming back with an injury.

"This is your notebook," Neuer began to distribute the spoils of war when he got home, "I have rarely bought a pen like this, and the writing is small and neat, but it will not take long to change." ”

Lin Qian had been ignoring this long series of conversations, he took the notebook and pen, and signed a chic name on the first page.

Neuer looked at it, took out the small notebook before, compared it with what Lin Qian had written before, and found that the first word was almost the same, so he pointed to the "Qian" behind him, revealing an inquiring look.

"Qian," Lin Qian didn't expect him to be so serious, and he couldn't bear to perfunctory him, so he taught him seriously, "Linqian." ”

"Oh," Neuer showed a rejuvenated expression, and then shouted "Lin Qian" one by one.

Lin Qian sounded funny and angry, and he didn't deliberately correct it, so he added a date under his name: ".

This string of characters made Neuer as curious as if he had seen a new continent again. There was no way, Lin Qian could only teach him the numbers corresponding to all the characters with his fingers, but the overall meaning could not be explained.

In the evening, Lipsus suddenly appeared at the dinner table, still wearing a mask, silently watching all the students.

Lipsus usually eats alone in his room, and even the dinner party three days ago never showed his face in front of the students. But this time, he suddenly lifted his mask, picked up a pair of cutlery, and ate it one bite at a time. The scars and wrinkles on his face rolled over his mouth as he chewed, and his entire face seemed to be doing a big dance.

The students all buried their heads and continued to eat after a brief pause, they would have been surprised and even frightened to see the teacher's face, but they tried to hide their mentality.

After dinner, Lin Qian couldn't sleep for the time being, and there was no entertainment here, so he simply got up and picked up a pen and wrote a diary:

"On Saturday, July 16, 2016, the weather was fine

"I always felt like I had to write something, otherwise I would have left too few traces in this world. Originally, I was supposed to accompany my roommate to climb the mountain this Sunday, but now it seems that it is no longer possible. I wish I could wake up next morning to the sound of the toilet flushing next door, so I would have made an exception to wake up early and go downstairs to bring breakfast to my roommates.

"What kind of world is this, that you can have superpowers, and this ability can be taught. I call it magic, and that's the first word I translated. If you guessed correctly, magic is the medium I came to, but I don't know anything about it, and the magic teacher here hasn't taught me before he leaves.

"Lipsus, that's all I can do to transpose his name. He was a powerful old man, and I had seen him fight with others, and I had seen his unrivaled magic and great teaching: he could fly sand and rocks with a single gesture, or he could make Neuer excited with a few words. His eyes often glowed, and I felt like he could see through my thoughts, where I came from, but he still put me here. He must have other intentions, but I don't know yet.

"Neuer, my new roommate in this world. He was also very curious about me, and my presence was directly related to him, and it could also implicate him in coming here. He was obsessed with magic, and often spent half a day in the courtyard closing his eyes and reciting incantations in his mouth. I saw in him the excitement of my new university arrival, his love for the place, his reverence for Mr. Lipsus, and his vision for the future.

"Ryan, and the others, they're all students of Lipsus. You can see the respect they have for Lipsus, but at the same time there is a hint of fear, fear of who he is, or the means, or both. They would always ask Neuer about me unintentionally, because I would always look at me when I saw Neuer talking to them. Neuer must have been hiding something from them, which is why they kept asking.

"As for me, I guess I want to go back to the world I was. But I don't know what will happen when I go back, and being found again after I go missing will surely make people wonder what happened during this time, and I may be the protagonist of a new alien hijacking event. And I have a hunch that my return will not be so easy, maybe a few years, maybe never.

"There is a direct struggle in this world, and people die because of it. Lipsus was the guy who had at least a few lives on his hands, but he was unaware of it, and he probably didn't think it was a big deal to kill a few. The same is true of the younger generation, Neuer has no sense of human death, but worships an executioner, which may be a common feature of this world. In this seemingly normal world, I always feel that something is missing. What is it? I haven't found it yet.

"The beggar I met in the morning should know me, and I'm sure he will come to me again, who is he? I can't find out, language is my biggest obstacle at the moment. So far, I have only learned greetings such as 'Hello Teacher', 'Good Morning', 'Hello' and nouns such as 'table', 'stool', 'mountain', etc., and I am still a long way from understanding the world. What do I do next? I can only go down according to the rules of this world. ”

Closing the diary, Lin Qian slowly climbed into bed, heard Neuer shouting behind his back, and turned his head to look at Neuer.

"Lin, are you a spy?"

"I don't understand, what do you want to say?"

"I know you don't understand, but I want to say it. ”

"Difficulty, you like to talk to yourself like that?"

"Let me just say to myself, is the beggar in the morning from your southern world?"

"There is no such strange person as you in our world. ”

"You're a strange person, but I can feel the communication between you. ”

"Don't you think this way of communicating is unique?"

"It's a unique way of communicating, and it's done right in front of my eyes. ”

"Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense, the lights haven't been turned off yet. ”

"What information were you writing under the lamp?"

"I should have written in my diary that you still have this hobby. ”

"I don't believe it's just your hobby. ”

"I don't think anyone believes this ridiculous thing. ”

……

The two of them chatted for a long time, but apart from each other's names, neither of them understood each other's words, but they chatted very speculatively inexplicably.

Neuer fell asleep with a hint of suspicion, and Lin Qian was thinking about what had happened that day, especially the beggar.

As for the beggar, when he entered the city, he went down a lonely alley, turned a few corners, went into a house, smoothed his hair, washed his face, and turned out to be a young woman.

"See?" asked a woman in the room, speaking out at the moment.

"Hmm. The woman nodded as she freshened up in the mirror.

"Are you satisfied?" asked the woman with a smile.

The woman blushed and did not answer.

The woman did not care, and continued, "He is in trouble soon." ”

The woman's hand shook, and her hair, which had been combed for a long time, fell back down.

The woman came over, grabbed the woman's loose hair and combed her, and said to herself, "We can't help, it's up to him." ”

The woman looked puzzled.

The woman's words seemed to come from the void: "The son of heaven, the traces are hidden, the emperor's anger is shaken, the wind and clouds are rising, the troubled times are sad, the love is scattered, and the sorrow is exhausted." ”

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