The history of the Society of Nature is on the same timeline as the history of Starlight - time gives things a sense of age, and the more age something is, the more attractive it is to the magician. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When it comes to mages, they are the outliers of this world, even if they are the least numerous, but in the end, they are the most powerful, the rulers - aside, they are like dragons. There are no dragons in this world, but storybooks and storybooks in Fitney's mind do.

Alone, fond of things that are old, regard their treasures as their own life, have a bad personality, and are greedy.

A lot of the descriptions here seem to be able to be placed on Jill.

Nature - This Queen's Month is no different from usual, and so is this dusk.

Jill stood at a large wooden table, which was filled with plants, familiar and unfamiliar, and one of the small transparent flowers stood out the most, for it was so special, crystal-like, but it was so soft when it was held up by magic.

Jill was a very attentive and professional researcher, and when he lowered his head, one could see that he had unkempt gray hair, that bloodless skin, and that his eyes were blue-black due to lack of rest, but his eyes were still very attentive, staring at the experiment in front of him.

These experiments must have been important to him, otherwise he wouldn't have been.

But there were very few experiments that would have made Jill care so much, and he carefully pinched a pair of tweezers, deliberately holding his breath, tore off a petal of a Contint flower, and then moved his hand until it landed on a transparent crystal platform—and then he let go of his hand and watched closely as the petal landed on the crystal platform.

The crystal platform was carefully engraved with spell patterns, which was very time-consuming and more laborious than the spell scroll, which shows that it was also a lot of hope for Jill like the Contint flower.

When the petals of the Continte flower touched the crystal base, he held his breath again and couldn't help but lean over.

As the minutes ticked by, it was hard for people to stay inactive for so long, but Jill continued to squat until the petals, the transparent petals, seemed to be dyed with a layer of color.

Seeing this, a light suddenly lit up in Jill's eyes.

But all of a sudden, everything got out of control!

Bang!

The crystal platform began to tremble, making a creaking sound of sore teeth in the midst of it, and finally it couldn't take it anymore and exploded, and Jill ducked back, and the pressure made him sit on the ground, and when the dust around him cleared, he could cough and stand up: "Ahem! ahem...... Damn!"

Apparently, Jill failed again. He sighed, and then he was distracted, and realized that the sky outside the window had darkened—and soon he would not be able to see anything.

It was then that he realized that his stomach was screaming with hunger.

Jill subconsciously looked out of the room, and noticed that no other members had returned that day, so he sighed helplessly.

Unlike other societies, the Nature Society did not arise out of some kind of appreciation or agreement, but out of a dispute - no one remembers the specific things, but this difference from other societies makes it no longer bound by the so-called responsibility.

The Nature Society doesn't care where anyone comes or goes, it's very difficult to get into, but it's very easy to get out of here, it doesn't give people any obligation, it only provides some things that it promises to provide, such as an out-of-school field, such as a monthly lab table with a limited amount of research materials, if you are interested in management, you can manage the society, if you don't have this interest - what you like is your business.

The first time she joined the place, Fitney was asked to plan a party, which was deliberately "embarrassed", and she could have reasonably refused it.

All this is familiar to Jill, after all, he has been here for five years.

But he wasn't a person who cared about such things before, because in this natural society, his interest was only the experimental table—he couldn't even remember some members as old as he was.

Jill rubbed her unkempt gray hair, looked at the scene that was not the first failure, sighed, and walked outside.

He walked through the hallway, through the hall, where there was a dusty plant on the coffee table, and the dust was dyed with the luster of the dusk and turned into golden grains of sand, which drifted casually before Jill's eyes, and fell together and disappeared with the wind.

"Mr. Jill. "Click. Jill stepped through the room stained by dusk, and just as he pushed open the door of the Nature Society to leave, he heard a voice.

Jill turned his head and saw a girl sitting by the stairs - she had a smile on her face.

"What's the matter?" said Jill, frowning.

"I'm here to ask you about potions experiments, and that's the one that makes the dripping grass grow in character. Looking at Jill, the girl said.

"That's the foundational course. Jill was impatient and turned away.

The girl blinked: "Why do you answer this every day?"

"Why are you asking the same question when you've already asked me?" said Jill's expression was even more ugly.

He doesn't remember these "insignificant" things—it's actually a flaw for him, and it's why he barely recognizes people.

The girl thought for a moment: "No, if you don't help me, there will be no one else to help me." ”

"What does that have to do with me?" said Jill, who didn't look back.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then stood up very dissatisfied: "Are the people of the Nature Society so ruthless?

How would Jill's character be portrayed in the script? It's clear that a character who is academically focused and ruthless -- it's impossible to impress him with words. So he didn't even refute it, and he didn't pay any attention to the girl, who looked like some kind of tragic figure.

But instead of being immediately angry or frustrated, she smiled helplessly.

"It's hard to get close to such a person - but why the hell am I doing these things?" said the girl's face, which we knew as Ingrid—but she was clearly not Ingrid, but Follett.

Let a dissatisfied teenager play this role, who knows what Fitney thinks? Follett only felt a little headache, especially since he found that Jill was a strange character who was very difficult to handle.