Lezelt, a town belonging to the commoner magicians. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Surrounded by Xinghui University, it is located in an unknown corner of the world.

It's special, but it's still tranquil and has its own routine.

This routine was well known to Fitney Wizdem, or Fatney Fraton.

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Morning.

The day-night changes produced by Rose May belong only to Rose May, and the daily life belongs to oneself and should not be disturbed - with the belief that in the morning of Lezelt, no matter what the weather is, when it is time for the store to open, the woody brown and black ink on the sign made of wood outside the house slowly crawls, replacing "rest" with "business".

A spice shop in Lezelt was the same as usual—a wooden house with only an old man sitting behind a wooden table by the door, and the furnishings of the shop were repeated cabinets, which were also repeatedly listed in wooden lattices, in which various kinds of powders were placed, and the degree of uniformity was different.

The old man sitting by the door was indeed very old—the folds of his skin could hold several pieces of paper—made it impossible to see his eyes, and half of his face was obscured by a gray beard.

He remained motionless and did nothing, even as the door opened and a cloaked girl walked into the store.

"Go straight ahead. The old man said lazily, as if he was a little unhappy that her presence disturbed him in a daze.

This is a recent regular, a student at Starlight University who has been out on the pretext of helping the professor buy something—she has white blonde hair and a somewhat unusual habit of being polite.

[First thing: Go to Old Jerry's spice shop and get the green box of one serving a day]

Fettnay silently read in his mind a list of things that had been there for a week, and searched through the wooden compartments until he found the green box in the corner.

The old man was equally slow in paying the bill, and Fitney showed enough patience until he had taken what he needed from the spice shop and walked quietly to the next place.

[The second thing: get the latest daily customization in the gem shop]

There was a woman in the gem shop who wore multi-colored mage robes, unlike many mages Fettnay had ever met—though it was a woman who was not passionate, and her robes were only meant to please herself.

[The third thing: get the first bouquet of flowers stained with traveler's dust from the flower shop]

Fitney never worries that his late arrival will affect his judgment - flower shops don't like to open early, close to noon if a normal day is compared.

[Fourth thing: Ask the first old man who appeared on the street corner what was the first thing he said to his wife today]

Fettnay had considered that if the old man had been as old as an old man in a spice shop, his wife might have died long ago.

……

Lezelter's daily life was the same as it was, and so was Fitney's—there was an older white-haired girl walking in it, and the politeness of the other person made it impossible to make a ripple in the act.

The civilian mages weren't curious about her presence, and wouldn't even ask more.

Fitney got used to it quickly and never asked them superfluous things.

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Afternoon.

"Give me the bottle with the flower of Barlow. At the top of the school building belonged to the corner of Alfie, and Letta stood at a table and commanded Fitney.

Letta pinched a leaf of a plant with one hand and tapped the table with the other, and after a moment she stared at the materials on the table.

Letta was also unexpectedly dressed, she was well-dressed, and she only wore a mage robe when she was doing experiments - with glasses of a certain thickness, her movements and expressions looked careless.

Lightta's laboratory was in the corner of the school building, suggesting that she might be a magician with little accomplishment, or an apprentice - Fitney had no way of knowing it, except that the laboratory that belonged to her was supposed to be meant to be "temporary" - Lytta piled up all kinds of instruments and materials in different places, without the intention of tidying up, and the sense of home made the laboratory lose its temporary identity - this actually caused great inconvenience to the people who worked here, who could distinguish what was in these "clutter piles".

In particular, it is necessary to find the corresponding things in glass jars of different materials and sizes - with only simple labels, which are also very concise.

Fettnay had been sitting on a wooden chair near the doorway reading a book that was allowed to be read—some simple primer on magic, or a Potions Illustrated Book. Hearing Liteta's voice, she answered, picked up a black glass bottle from a nearby table, and brought it to the table where Liteta was.

"You already knew I needed the Flower of Barlow?" Liteta raised an eyebrow, surprised by the short time available.

"You've been using it for a lot lately, so you've put it somewhere easier to find. Fitney said.

"The background of a hunter in the woods is indeed suitable for this, and of course you are also very clever. Letta complimented casually, though with a nonchalant expression, and as she spoke, she took out the flower of Barlow with tweezers.

"Everything you are used to is in the same place. Fitney said softly.

Helping Letta find something didn't seem to him to be technical—it was just a matter of finding the area where the other person was most accustomed to and getting what he needed.

The rest is nothing.

The work is like accompanying a careless magician dressed in familiar aristocratic attire.

"Today's work is over. Fitnair returned to her original position, waiting quietly until Letta spoke, and as she casually finished her day's work, she ripped the mage's robe off her body and took off her glasses.

Fitney nodded, watching her leave and do a light cleaning.

The job ends here.

The darkness and uninhabited environment make the school building a bit secluded.

Fitnair silently walked to the opposite side of the room that served as a laboratory, where there was a small door that opened to reveal a staircase leading upstairs—an attic of some age.

Too much space, but only a bed, a table, and only the boundless darkness outside can be seen from the window.

A short day.

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At night.

When!

Fitney's sword was pointed at the window, and she stopped practicing—and as she let go, the sword fell to the ground.

Then go downstairs and wash up, you can do some light reading and review...... Fitnair frowned, repeating the actions that formed memories in his head.

That's the day.

It's the same even in different places.

Morning.

Midday.

At night.

Day after day.