Chapter 29 Waves

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It was not an unfamiliar name for Monia, on the contrary, it was a name she couldn't be more familiar with - it was the strongest army of the First Age, the ultimate power of the Elven Empire, and the guardian of the World Tree, even from the perspective of the Second Age, it was enough to be called the first strongest army under the Knights.

Being selected for the Eugtrasil Guard is not a shame, but a great honor - in the name of the Elven Father, the Lord of the World Tree, you can imagine the status of this army in the hearts of the elves - it's just ...... Monia glanced at the elf girl a little helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: this guy is really a strange flower, the glory of the elf really didn't put it in her heart, what she really cared about was not the change of status, but the collection of books piled up on several small mountains in her private world - if possible, she even wanted to leave the forest and travel around the continent, like a little hamster, pack the books in the libraries around the world, and bring them back to her nest.

"Na," Monia hesitated for a moment, but Monia still spoke, "After all, it's an intern qualification, don't take it personally, as long as you perform poorly, you can return here in a few days and continue to be your homebody." ”

"yes." nodded suddenly with a sense of enlightenment, then looked at the little mage with grateful eyes, and puffed up his chest as if he was cheering, "I will definitely try my best to get myself eliminated, don't worry, Monia, I will always be with you." ”

Looking at the elf girl's appearance of how much sacrifice she had made for you and me, Monia's eyelids jumped, and she really wanted to find a good guy and go down with a stick. It's a pity that there is no murder weapon in the ancient tree of knowledge that can be used as a head drink, so she can only laugh "hehe" while organizing the language: "Actually, you just need to play normally." ”

β€œοΌŸβ€ Esveta tilted her head with a curious look, and after a long moment, she clapped her palm, "Yes! ”

Monia is completely powerless to complain about this natural behavior......

Since I can't complain, then fortunately, I don't complain anymore, and the conversation with Esvetta is also part of Monia's daily pastime, although there is a little change today, but it's not a big deal - anyway, in terms of ability and will, it's normal for a guy as strange as an elf girl to be brushed down. If she can really enter the Eugtrasil Guard, then she can only express her doubts and deep doubts about this trump card known as the strongest army in the First Era.

After informing Esvetta, Monia drove to the top floor of the library area, opened the crystallization of the previous sage's hard work, and hungrily crushed the fragmentary knowledge recorded in the codex, digested and absorbed it...... Eventually became part of her knowledge base.

Time passed quietly at this point, and by the time Monia reacted, the sky had gradually darkened, and she was a little helpless, she could only put down the half-gnawed codex in her hand, and after saying goodbye to the elf girl who was also immersed in the world of the book, she left the ancient tree of knowledge, returned to the Mage Association through the spatial teleportation array, and then walked towards the Mage Tower.

She wasn't going to visit the Elven Archmage, and though she knew that the Elven Archmage seemed to be a little different to her, for some reason, she was a little afraid to meet the actual master of the Elven Forest - perhaps because she was afraid that she would know her secrets? Or maybe not? Monia herself couldn't tell, but it was just a feeling, a rather weird feeling.

However, no matter how scared you are, there are still some things that you have to do.

For example, what she was doing - picking up Vana and Lil home.

Originally, this was done by Lahuana, who was nominally the adoptive mother of the two little ones, but in fact she seemed to like the two little ones too. It's just that because the invaders are still wandering in the Elven Forest, Lavana is very busy, very busy...... I often stay away from home all day, and even when I come back, I often fall asleep without cleaning the dust on my body. Monia was heartbroken when she looked at it, but she could only do what she could.

Monia is actually a very lazy guy, and if she could, she would want to lie in the grass all day in the sun, bask in the sun after side A, and so on, and so on. But there are no ifs in life, many times she just thinks about it, she can't wait for death like this, she has things that must be done, and time can't be wasted like this - she must invest her limited time in becoming infinitely stronger, otherwise she will tear the gods off the clouds and let the blood of the gods be sprinkled all over the earth.

Frankly speaking, this kind of effort is not a big deal in the eyes of the person concerned, but in the eyes of outsiders, it is very pitiful - this is one of the reasons why the tutor of the academy and even everyone in the "Sword and Rose" mercenary group takes such good care of her - everyone knows that she is carrying too much, but she refuses to open her heart, and it seems that she gets along well with other people, but she still lives in a small world created by one person.

It's some kind of sadness, a kind of sadness that Monia herself can't understand.

Maybe it can't be called sad either, because she doesn't care.

―――――――――――― forced to be helpless to divide the line――――――――――――

"Monia." (Sister Monia!) οΌ‰

When the mage walked into the tower, Fana and Liel had been waiting for a long time.

"How's it going, have you done your homework today?"

Monia led the two little girls out of the mage tower and asked them about the progress of their courses - generally speaking, middle and low-level apprentices will receive basic education in the mage academy, and when they reach the advanced level, the high-level mages and even archmages of the school will come to the academy and select their own disciples for further education - whether they can be selected or not largely determines whether an apprentice can actually become a mage. It's just that the situation of the elves is a bit special in comparison, because of the avoidance of the gods, there are no mages in the Elven Forest before the arrival of the new gods, except for the occasional few mages among the returnees, the mage construction of the Elven Forest is completely from scratch, and there are not enough high-level mages to teach excellent apprentices.

This is also one of the important reasons why Monia will let them become disciples of elven archmages - with their qualifications, it is really unacceptable to receive ordinary apprenticeship education with other elven hatchlings - not to mention the waste of time, the most afraid is that they will be instilled with wrong concepts by some immature middle and low-level mages, which will lead to a very bumpy road to mages in the future.

"Hmm," Vana nodded.

(It's done!) Lil's voice rang out from the heart, (we're already mid-level apprentices)

"Oh, so fast." Monia was a little surprised, the meaning of the middle level apprentice represents that the basic things have been taught, and there is something real that needs to be learned, which will become the homework that the mage needs - it may sound simple, but it is not, the foundation of the mage is a series of extremely complex concepts including the mage's worldview and meditation methods, and it is not easy to accept this set of concepts.

"Yes." Fana said, and Lil continued as she took the lead, (The Mentor said that our psychic powers are a bit special, and it seems that we are naturally suited to be a mage.) οΌ‰

"In this case, you don't want to live up to this talent, you have to work hard."

While Monia encouraged them, there was a deep worry in her heart - it sounds unbelievable that people have mage qualifications, even if the equivalent exchange can achieve an almost incredible miracle, it is inevitable that people will be worried, especially how this qualification looks strange and whether it is the secret hand of a legendary mage......

It's just that it's not easy to talk to them about this.

Even if there is, there is no better way to do it at present, but it only adds to the troubles.

With this in mind, Monia walked and chatted with Fanariel all the way, the Mage Guild was on the outskirts of the Elven City, quite a distance from Lahuana's treehouse, and they were all small arms and legs, and they couldn't walk fast, and when they came to the familiar hut, the withering moon had already risen in the middle of the sky.

As Monia was about to push open the door, Lil's voice caught her attention, (Sister Monia, here's a letter for you.) οΌ‰

"Letter?" Monia was a little puzzled, she was not familiar with her life in the Elven Forest, and there were only a few people she knew, who would write to her? Could it be...... Aini and Wiena's reply? Her eyes lit up, and she took the envelope from Lil's hand, but it turned out to be disappointing - although the sender was not indicated on the envelope, her name was written in the recipient column in elven script like a picture, and although it was beautiful, it could not have been the handwriting of Aini or Weina.

Who will it be?

Still, she opened the envelope and took out the letterhead inside.

This is......

Looking at the familiar layout, Monia was silent, raising her head to stare at the quiet night of the canopy.

The letterhead slipped from his fingertips and swirled and fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, it's the eve of the storm."

She muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear, then closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasant evening breeze.

Beside her, Lil curiously picked up the letterhead on the ground, scribbling elven characters with difficulty that she was not yet proficient in.

Is that......

"Eugtrasil Guards (Intern)"

ps: a little watery...... The main thing is that it's a bit rushed, in a hurry.

PS2: This chapter is the third update of last week

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