Ever since this momentous discovery, I have been studying troll language with the passion of learning one more foreign language. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But unfortunately, I don't seem to have any talent for learning languages, so for troll language, half of it depends on guessing, and the other half depends on Meng.

Just as I was about to figure out the secrets of The Elder Scrolls, the summoning ring that Severn had given me lit up.

I was in a good mood, so I pressed the ruby on the ring without thinking.

But the ring didn't make a sound.

So they didn't react for a while, and both of them were silent.

"Huh? Is it broken? Seeing that no sound came, I clapped it vigorously and flicked my fingers twice.

Saiwen probably heard my energetic voice, and most of the worries in his heart dissipated, and greeted me like an ordinary greeting: "What are you doing?" ”

I looked at the "Troll Quotes" in my hand and replied honestly, "In ...... Read books and learn troll language. ”

Severn was a little surprised and asked, "Is that the book that Artumus gave you?" ”

"No, it's another primer on troll language." I closed the book and decided to "call" seriously: "You have something to do with me?" ”

"Did you use the summoning ring the other day?" Severn asked.

"Yes...... I, I'm injured and now I'm in bed. ”

"Tyridas told me, I heard you fell off a cliff, how did you get it?"

I wanted to say that I was climbing vines to pick fruit, but then I had to explain why I went to the cave in the cliff and why I took care of the seven bear cubs. In the end, he will tell the story that he failed the trial and failed the combat school graduation exam.

But I don't want Severn to know that she's such a waste.

So he said, "Accidentally...... and fell. ”

Severn asked, "Where do you live in Nodashir?" I want to write to you, but I don't know the address. ”

I didn't expect Severn to actually write to me, but the problem is that I don't know Nodashir well, and I haven't been here for as long as I've been in Silvermoon City, so I naturally don't know my address.

"I ...... I don't know. I replied in a hutter.

Severn was silent for a moment, and I realized that Severn probably thought I was deliberately not wanting to speak.

So he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I'm seriously injured now, and I'm recuperating in a hotel in Nodashir, and I don't know which hotel it is, because I ...... that day After I fell...... I was unconscious, and it was the teachers who sent me here. ”

"Then you take care of your injuries, and you can talk about it later." Severn's voice sounded a little disappointed.

"Wait," I said to the Cave of the Winds, which I would always have to go back to the Moonlight Glades anyway, "Are you sending a letter?" Just tell him that it's in the Moonlight Glade, the Moonlight Glade is very small, and there are no people, and the name is Nitya, and I'll definitely get it! "I don't know why, but I was vaguely looking forward to the letter that had not yet been sent.

Saiwen said "yes" softly, and then took care of some matters related to recuperation, but I had heard those matters from the teacher many times, and my ears were almost familiar with them, so I said a few perfunctory "en", and finally said goodbye.

Sighing, it was already dark, Teridad walked into the room with dinner, lit the candle on the table, the candle flame flickered, I looked at the meal in the candlelight, and suddenly said inexplicably: "Why don't you use magic to light the room?" ”

Tyridas's face suddenly darkened, he put down the food on the tray, and said coldly, "Nydia, I studied shadow magic. ”

I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and asked, "So you can't make a magic lantern like the one in Silvermoon City?" "Actually, I just thought the room was a little dark, so I asked.

However, these words seemed to touch the scales of Tyridas, and he replied coldly: "The magic lantern is made by a mage, I don't, if you want, you can go to the mage of Silvermoon City to make it for you." After saying that, he left very unhappy.

I blinked innocently, was it just a delusion, how did I feel as if I had said something wrong and offended this Shadow Priest?

After that day, I noticed that Tyridas was starting to lose his temper.

More precisely, in the Cold War.

He didn't like to talk to me very much at first, and he always answered his questions perfunctorily.

I thought back to the conversation of the past two days in a dull mind, and it dawned on, oh my God, he must be angry about the magic lantern, right?

So he asked tentatively, "Are you mad at me?" ”

"Not really," Tyridas replied with a blank face.

He was sitting at the table, elegantly trimming the stems of the bunches.

Since I was injured, he could not leave the inn, so he also lost the possibility of visiting Nodahill, and in order to have some fun for himself, he spent his days in his room tinkering with crafts or reading books, and today he began to try his hand at winemaking, which was made from grapes picked in the vineyards of Alsia.

I watched him carefully soak the grapes in a wooden basin and said, "You're mad at me." ”

Tyridas was amused by this sentence and asked, "Okay, then you say, why am I angry with you?" ”

"Because I said magic lanterns, because you don't know how to make magic lanterns?" I looked at it skeptically.

Tyridas put down the scissors in his hand and said angrily and funny, "No, I won't be angry about the magic lantern. ”

"Why is that?" I asked inquiringly.

"Because ......" Tyridas looked at her with a worried expression, but sighed and said, "Let's not talk about this, tell me how you learned the troll language?" ”

I stiffened my neck and continued to ask, "No, just say this, you have to tell me why." ”

Tyridas furrowed his brow in displeasure and said, "I don't want to talk about this right now. ”

After saying that, he stood up and went out with the pot of cut grapes.

I'm also a little upset, why is this guy's personality still so boring? In reality, too, I always like to keep things in my heart, and when it finally erupts, it is like a gunpowder explosion and a volcanic eruption, and it is always difficult to calm down.

"Ah," I sighed, continuing to look at the book in my hand.

My recent knowledge of the troll language was enough for me to try to study The Elder Scrolls, and since discovering that The Elder Scrolls is the same as cooking, I've started to put together all the possible combinations and try to understand them.

Dip a quill pen in mysterious paint and spread out the parchment.

But what is better?

Tilting my head and thinking about it, I suddenly thought of my own Druid Career Trial.

Yes, if we can't complete the transformation of the wild form, we won't be able to pass the trial, or will the teacher find us a druid in the form of a beast to make up for our lessons?

Shaking his head, he immediately rejected the idea, or Aisya was more reliable.

So it occurred to me that there would be an Elder Scrolls that would allow a druid to transform into a bear.

Thinking of this, I immediately searched for the words "bear", "druid" and "shapeshift" in the troll language in the book that Artumus had given me.

Then I tried several permutations and combinations, and then I picked the most pleasing pattern in it and drew it on parchment.

The tail pen of the last letter "Y" was dragged out by the quill, and after all the strokes were finished, I smiled at the parchment, and the next second, I saw that the golden mysterious pigment suddenly seemed to flow, and it actually flowed slowly on the parchment.

I was amazed at the change that had taken place on the parchment, and before I could react, I saw the light of the golden words grow stronger and stronger, and a phantom is cast in the air—a giant golden bear.

The golden bear stared at me with the mane on its neck and angry eyes, and the next moment it stretched out its giant palm and lunged at me.

I was taken aback by this unexpected move, and immediately let out an exclamation, "Teridas! Yes! ”

Tyridas had just walked downstairs to the inn when he heard my cry for help coming from the window of his room.

Ignoring the pot of grapes in his hand, he turned around quickly, and with a "bang", the wooden basin smashed on the steps at the entrance of the hotel, splashing and wetting the hem of his robe, and the full and juicy purple grapes fell to the ground with the tilting of the wooden basin, like small flowers blooming, and the grapes that did not burst were rolling on the ground.

Teradellas rushed to the second floor and pushed the door open with all his might, but ......

There was no sign of me on the bed, only a giant gray bear with thick bear paws propping up the bed, looking at him with a huge mouth with sharp teeth......