"Rare with a straight face, what task has been assigned?" The elven sword dancer, still dressed as a female mercenary, shook the red wine in the goblet, looked at the male elf sitting opposite her rather playfully, and said his name, "Esta Mer." ”

"Niya...... I didn't expect you to actually find the time to come. The male elf named Isdamel sighed deeply, drank the large cup of ale, and then said, "The last time there was a problem in the World Tree Garden, the elders of the forest were quite dissatisfied with the performance of the Yuktrasil Guard. ”

"That was three years ago...... Besides, it was originally Lord Moya's plan. The captain of the Yuktrasil Guard, Nya, said in an extremely calm tone, his expression not showing the slightest change, but then he changed the subject, "It's you, you've been leading the Yulu for a long time and have nothing to do, and it seems that today has finally come in handy." ”

"Alas......" Istamamel sighed and did not speak.

"Every time I see you slacking off like this, I can't figure out why you're at the pinnacle of the war ranks." Nia, dressed as a mercenary, shook her head, and the single ponytail behind her echoed, "Forget it, there's nothing to inquire about, everyone has their own story - tell me, what the hell are you bothered about." ”

"The question of the selection of ambassadors." The male elf said.

"Ambassadors?" Niya didn't hear about the relevant information, and frowned slightly, "This is confidential information." ”

"It's not top secret - hey, don't look at me with that distrustful expression, even I have a little bit of secrecy, okay?" Isdamel covered her forehead in some distress, and said, "And, to be honest, in a few days, the news will probably be known throughout the Elven Forest. ”

"Really?" Suspicious eyes, then stretched, the captain of the guard of the Ygetrashil guard put down the goblet in his hand, "There is no way, I can only believe you - when it comes to the selection of the ambassador corps, what are your plans?" ”

"Your Majesty has given me thirty places, although there is no limit to choosing from among the warriors, but I am not satisfied with those mages in the Mage Association who have never been out of the Elven Forest." When it came to business, Isdamel's expression unconsciously became solemn, and the whole person's temperament also changed drastically, "However, you should also know that when you are away, especially when you are shouldering such an important task, a mage is indispensable. ”

"Can Lassis and Anrobia be mobilized?" Nia asked, then shook her head, "It's me who owes it to me - Lassis needs to guard the royal court, and Anrobia needs to maintain the barrier set up by Lord Moya in the courtyard of the World Tree. ”

"Your Majesty said the same." Isdamel said, "So, high-level mages don't have to think about it, the accompanying mages of the ambassador group this time can only choose from the middle and low-level mages. ”

"That's bad news." Niya echoed - it's not that I look down on middle and low-level mages, but in the exchanges between countries, only high-level professionals are the best choice, and even if middle-level mages have rich and strange means, if they encounter high-level professionals, they can only be crushed.

"That's right," Isdamel nodded, "that's why I asked you out." ”

"That's why you asked me out?" The sword dancer of the Elven Forest frowned, and unconsciously put down the goblet in his hand, put both hands on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said in a voice that kept his peace as hard as he could, "You repeat what you just said, Ista Mer. ”

"Huh? Don't you know. The male elf was unaware of the gradually oppressive atmosphere, and did not notice the almost complete number of guests who had unknowingly left around the tavern, "You have been stationed in the World Tree Courtyard, and the mages of the Mage Guild usually go there on duty, you should have been in contact with them, and you should be the one of the five of us who have the most say in the selection of mid- and low-level mages." ”

"Really?" An extremely cold tone, and then - draw your sword, slash!

In the flash of lightning, Istamamel did not choose to dodge, but instead drew the same sword - the Mithril greatsword on his back was unsheathed almost at the same time, held horizontally in front of his chest, and completely ate the slash.

"You haven't changed at all, Nya." He scratched his brow with his free left hand with some distress, "Every time I attack so suddenly, fortunately, I've gradually gotten used to it......"

The Elven Sword Dancer just looked at him silently and didn't answer.

"Forget it, sit down." He raised an eyebrow and continued, withdrawing his greatsword and staring directly at the blade that was only a finger's finger away from him, "Don't point it at me like that, it's weird." ”

Reach out and pull away the blade.

Nia still didn't reply, just sat down with him, drinking red wine quietly.

"Alas......" Estamamel sighed, and again did not speak, but drank sullen wine with her.

The atmosphere was a little quiet and terrifying for a while, until—

"If the ambassador group needs a mid- or low-level mage who can take charge on their own, I have someone here who may be able to meet that requirement." After a long while, the captain of the guard of the Eugtrasil Guard suddenly spoke, "Although we haven't been together for a long time, I know that she is a mage who has killed people, and not one or two. ”

"Really?" The male elven swordsman nodded, "Thank you." ”

"It's just my responsibility." Nia said calmly, "Monia - if you don't mind, I recommend this child as a mage accompanying the mission. ”

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"The most important thing for a mage apprentice is not endless meditation or learning all kinds of spells, but the way a mage should think – that is, the way of thinking about problems." Mo Ya stood on tiptoe slightly, and wrote the word "thinking" in the center of the blackboard, "Although it may seem inconspicuous, the key to distinguishing between a spell user and a real mage is whether or not you have the mental ...... of a mage."

"Excuse me,......" a voice sounded outside the door, "Is it Monia-sensei?" ”

"Yes, you are?" Monia glanced in the direction where the voice came from, and at the window was a face belonging to an unknown male elf - judging from his appearance alone, it seemed to be only about twenty or thirty years old for humans, but the elf was different from human aging, and only the last few decades of life showed old age, so it was impossible to infer his exact age.

"My name is Esta Mer." The elven man introduced himself, "It's a soldier. ”

"Soldiers?" The mage frowned, the army system of the Elven Forest had always been at odds with the Mage Guild, and she didn't want to deal with the other party if she could, "I'm sorry, it's class time. ”

"It's a very important thing." The elf man said, because of the angle, through the window, he could only see the upper body of the mage who was teaching on the podium - it was a female elf, and her face was a little too immature? He raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't really want female mages to exist in the team, not because of sexism, but on the "day" that would come every month, the stability of female mages casting spells was not so satisfactory. But now there is no better choice but to say, "I want you to take your time, I am not just an individual." ”

"I ...... I see. Monia nodded, then added, "Right now." ”

"Okay, please as soon as possible." Isdamel doesn't even have the patience to do that.

"So...... Classmates. Turning his gaze to the students under the podium, the mage does not plan to release the other party's pigeons, since it is a very important matter, it is nothing to put down the work at hand for the time being, "Teacher, there seems to be something going on today, I'm afraid this class can't be taught to the end, but don't be idle, while I'm away, let's write an assignment - the topic of the homework is the thinking and quality that the mage needs, you don't need to write it strictly according to this topic, just write what you think the mage needs to have the most." ”

Monia held her chin and thought for a while, then spoke: "As for the number of words or something—I don't want to limit it too much, but at least a thousand words, right?" Before leaving, I would like to give you a piece of advice, don't try to fool around, and don't want to plagiarize each other, tomorrow I will read your homework one by one, and the delinquents and duplicators will end...... Well, you know. ”

A gentle smile.

In contrast, there was a wail from the podium.

Looking around, the little mage nodded with satisfaction: "Anyway, come on." ”

And jump out of the chair – yes, jump. Height has always been one of Monia's most important things, but the growth cycle of the original elves is even higher than that of the elves, and the length is simply outrageous - when she first came here to teach three years ago, she had to stand on tiptoe to pull out the marks on the blackboard, and now she ...... Unfortunately, it's still the same, maybe some improvement? Sometimes you can get the edge of the blackboard without stepping on your feet.

Forget it, don't think about these sad things.

The mage shook his head, cleared the distractions from his mind, walked to the door, and pulled the deadbolt from the lock.

"Huh?" The elven man he didn't know made a shocked voice, "Why did the door open?" ”

He muttered to himself, not expecting anyone to answer his questions. But Monia's angry voice came from below: "What's the matter with me?" I don't have a crush on people in the military system. ”

"Are you ......" the elven man's gaze followed the direction from which the voice came, "I'm looking for Monia-sensei." ”

"I am." Monia hated the other party's distrustful gaze, forced down the discomfort in her heart, and asked coldly, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Okay......" After making sure that the voice was the one he had heard earlier, he took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, saying in a voice that was as disrespectful as possible, "Sorry to disturb you," and bowed solemnly, then said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." ”

Without hesitation, he turned around and left.

"Aha?" Leaving a confused mage alone in the wind.