As for the fun-loving Hermes or Astolford, Fitney thinks they have good tempers - but the cute-looking creature of the slime has become the hardest thing to do since Fitney summoned them so many times. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I'm sorry! Get out of the way!" the slime jumped out of the door of the school building, hesitated for a moment at the intersection ahead, and after a moment it lit up, found its target, and "strode away" in that direction - when Fitney caught up, someone happened to pass by, even if it felt rude, she had to say.

It's definitely a very difficult thing to catch up with the slimes that are scurrying around in the Starlight.

The slime jumped over the plaza, the flower beds, and the statues, and headed to the middle of Starlight—the school building where Fitney lived was located near the periphery, and it was still sparsely populated, but not necessarily in the middle ground.

Although there are not many people in Starlight, and the soon-to-be mage-going students have more or less strange personalities, preferring to be alone, social activities are still there—the school has innocent and lively people like Helis, and people like Hilley who are used to being silent.

This is the time for the outdoor activities of a certain society - these activities are more routine and owned by smaller societies - and the nature and mystery societies belong to the larger ones.

"Oh...... The poems of the White Lake resounded in Ziajet, where should we go......" Students in school uniforms and pinned poetry club badges gathered together and recited certain poems aloud.

"Really...... What's that?" The student on the periphery was indulging, but he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and said in surprise.

"Concentrate on it, friend. His companion didn't notice that, said.

But the unexpected visitor didn't care if they hadn't noticed it or not—the student who had reminded his companion turned around and felt something hit his face!

It was terrible—he had never felt anything like it—cold and elastic, but there was weight that pushed him backwards!

He struggled to grasp something in his face—something that made it difficult for him to breathe, but he couldn't do it accurately, because someone had hit him, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground, but luckily, the thing on his face was gone—and he swore to Willlongton that he didn't know anything now!

"Oh my God, what's going on......" He finally opened his eyes and staggered to his feet.

"It's rude!" said the student, who was trying to stand up, then heard a voice, and then was thrust again—he didn't stand still at all, and once again fell to the ground—and he could only catch a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the man had white-blond hair.

Who can tell him what the hell is going on?!

Fitnair chased the slime through the small garden, leaving the poetry society behind.

"Is that Fitney Frayton?" the poor man who had been hit twice didn't know who Fitney was, but that didn't mean no one did—some of the people in the community had attended a meeting of the Nature Society and exclaimed when they recognized Fitney.

"What was it just now, and why was she in such a hurry?" was agreed, and people began to discuss why she was here.

Not far away, a student who had nothing to do with this matter walked by, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes on her indifferent face.

"What is she chasing? Looks like some kind of magical creature?"

"Forget it, I shouldn't run back, let's continue. ”

……

Fitney doesn't know how he's being discussed, and just wants to catch the slime.

At this point, it was impossible to discuss how Fitnät could use any of the master's skills, for she had a splitting headache and could barely think.

It's been an uphill chase.

"Sorry!" in front of the next school building, Fettnay had to pass through a couple.

"Get out of the way?!" as he passed through the library, he nearly bumped into a magician teacher, who quickly dodged away with his magic, but only allowed himself to levitate in the air without being bumped into by Fitney.

"I'm so sorry!" Fitney then chased to the central square, the largest of which was the one except in front of the Giant's Gate. Here, she nearly pushed a student who had a similar experience to the students of the poetry club into the fountain.

In this way, after offending some people again, Fitney felt that his physical strength could no longer keep up—his head ached more and more, and his speed slowed down.

Eventually, she chased her to the White Tower.

As the name suggests, the buildings in the White Pagoda area are all White Towers, as already mentioned, and the White Towers are a testament to the glory of the magicians - there are far fewer people here, and students will not easily come to this place to disturb the teachers.

Passing through a stone arch carved with reliefs of adventurers, Fettnay stood in front of a fountain that was common in Starlight. She could barely find the slime - until she saw it jump around a corner.

Unfortunately, Fitney hadn't been here - Letta didn't live in the White Tower, and she didn't have the need to be in the area.

Everything here is beyond my imagination - there are many flower beds and fountains between the white pagoda and the white pagoda, and there are many twists and turns.

After a few more paragraphs, Fitney finally lost the slime after the third corner.

It's discouraged.

Fitney paused and sighed.

After a pause, she took a serious look at her surroundings—there was a fountain, white towers of all kinds, surrounded by flowerbeds of roses.

It was very quiet, except for the sound of water in the fountain and the occasional birdsong.

Aside from the circumstances, Fitney, after a long run, was surprised to find it very comfortable—she had a garden of her own in the Wizdem family, similar to this one, where she would have afternoon tea when she was bored.

However, what happened in the family was so sudden that she didn't even have time to say goodbye to her garden.

Fitney looked around and made sure that no one was there before he sat down on the edge of the fountain, gasping for breath and calming his mood.

Even if she hadn't lost any trace of the slime, she couldn't continue chasing it anymore - after resting in place for a while, her headache had improved slightly.

"What are you looking for?" But then came a word that made Fitney breathe a sigh of relief—she jerked in the direction she had come—and a girl fluttered "floating"—and Silly was different from her own impression, and her face was devoid of light.

Fitnair was silent, she didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you chase with magic?" continued Celere.

At this point, Fitney could probably guess that there was no malice in her intentions, but she couldn't continue with her words—she couldn't use magic at all.

"Is that a magical creature you raised?" asked Cele again, with no change in the expression on her face.

"Yes. Fitney gasped and finally responded.

Ceret glanced at her, landed on the ground, and shook her arm slightly—a small wooden ball fell to the ground, and the ball slammed into the ground, and its four "legs" stretched out with a slight click, and then it spun at Fitney's feet, like a dog sniffing at someone else, and after two laps, paused, and then straightened its four legs, and bent down again, and ran in a certain direction.

She's helping herself find a slime. Fitney understood what she meant.