"Rogge, come out, there are guests today. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Mom's voice passed through the hallway, and the teenager in the room was still doing his thing unresponsively.

The room, which was supposed to be very spacious and bright, was cramped and cramped, with all sorts of things piled up here and there, shelves half-embedded in the walls were littered with miscellaneous items, and parchment scrolls and scrolls formed a vertical and horizontal hills and towering mountains on the ground.

Magic props were scattered everywhere, and a set of apothecary's instruments was set up on the desk used for reading, and various exotic colored fluids were trapped in glass, and the different utensils were connected by hoses.

This is often the case in the dwellings of ordinary magicians, because their families are poor, they cannot afford to hire apothecaries, and if they want to conduct multiple magic experiments, they must supplement them with magic potions in order to speed up their mastery and understanding of magic. But he didn't have to do this, the Ashram family was a well-known family in the wizarding world, and even a high-ranking pharmacist had a ** position in his family.

In the center of the impoverished magician's dwelling atmosphere, which was made up of scrolls, spell-casting props, and potion instruments, it was a scene of misfit.

A blonde boy was swinging his fist at the sandbag hanging in mid-air, the punching bag was punched out of the pits, and the thick rope that hung it was overwhelmed and creaked.

"Rogge, you-put it away, there's a guest!" The mother opened the door, but was taken aback by the scene inside, and quickly closed the door, and the outside air penetrated through the small crack in the door, still bringing amplified voices from the hallway.

"Miss, Miss Ivany...... Wait a minute...... Young master, he ...... You can't go past ......"

The maid's voice began to mingle with her mother's, "I'm sorry, Rogge, you wait a minute......"

But the door was pushed open.

Of course, she is a fearless little queen, never an obedient little princess. "It's okay aunt, I believe ......"

The word "he" was cut off in the air, and when the girl saw the scene in the house, her voice was surprised to break halfway, and the last note fell stiffly.

"It's martial arts!" Ivany's voice trembled, and she couldn't hear her emotions.

However, fighting was an inconspicuous trick in Noxus at the time, and magic could easily defeat martial arts, so it was also called the most vulgar form of fighting, and only the gangsters who fought in the lower city would fight with their hands and feet. The upper classes adopted the same style of fencing they had learned from Demacia, killing much of the time of the young aristocracy with flashy bladeless swords.

"That's right." The boy said that although the size of this sandbag was terrifying, and he was not even ten years old, he was able to shake this sand-filled behemoth through repeated blows, not because of his superior physical strength, but because of his ......

It's to use wind magic to increase speed.,And then use earth-based magic to increase power at the moment of hit and reduce the feedback of hits to oneself --

"Magic Fighting!" Ivanie expressed her appreciation, although she was also the same age of holding a doll, but she was like a lady with elegant manners. "Looks amazing. Rogge, you always surprise me. ”

When Rogge's mother heard this, she was finally relieved, but she still nagged and told Ivany: "Rogge, this child, is always like this, dirty and messy, and he pays attention to hygiene at all. You must have to take care of him. ”

"If I have the opportunity, I will definitely discipline my aunt well. Rogge was outstanding in school. ”

Rogge's mother was a beautiful and charismatic noblewoman, and when she smiled, the corners of her eyes wrinkled into circles of laughter, like ripples spreading out from the surface of the water.

"Well, really, the robe is stained again." She picked up the white robe that she had thrown on the ground, and although the maid immediately stepped forward dutifully and said, "Madam, let me come", but she still shook her head, the magic gathered between her fingers, and the elements that had to be ordered were busy, and the water element gathered into a stream of water, dissolving the dirt in the clothes, and when the dirty water dripped down, the wind element turned it into water vapor, and the stain dried, and the water vapor rose, repeating the process just now.

"Boys have to be clean to look good." She said.

Ivani stood aside, smiled and said "yes", the childish voice did belong to the age of such a little girl, but it was mature and quiet.

The girl's mind was more thoughtful, and she seemed to have sensed Mrs. Ashram's cherishing of the white robe. The Wizard School in Noxus selects the three most promising children in each year's enrollment and dresses them in white robes to enroll, while ordinary students are in gray robes.

Every morning Mrs. Ashram washed his white robe so clean that the fabric was almost shiny, but every day Rogge came home from school in his almost gray robe.

Ivani already understands her psychology very well, a young widowed noblewoman who wholeheartedly pulls her only child to grow up, and bears the responsibility of being the head of the family under the pressure of other branches of the family.

Therefore he is almost all she has, and every bit of his glory, she wants to shine.

Rog has always been well protected, he doesn't know how much his mother has silently blocked for him, he has a different intelligence from his peers, and he has grown up clean and bright in the quagmire of power struggle in Noxus.

All he thought was that his mother was always nagging, it was just a dress, and if his robe wasn't so white, about the same color as the other children's robes, would they play with him?

Something like this superficial and childish.

"Little adult," Ivanie couldn't help but sigh.

Girls always mature earlier.

In the dream, Reginard seems to be standing outside his body and looking at what is happening, his childhood seems extraordinarily distant, yes, everything is buried, with that name - Rodriguez Ashram.

Rodriguez nicknamed Rogge.

He was glad for his mother, who did not live to the year of Du Qucao's New Deal, not to die on the painful execution rack.

He was also very grateful to Ivany, who seemed to always believe that his abnormal behavior was not because he was a weirdo, but because he always found something special, starting from the first time they met.

As the eldest sister of the group of children, she passed the children with colored glasses in full view, and walked straight to the boy in the corner who had become dirty in white robes, holding his shoulders.

"Listen, Rogge, it's my friend. None of you are allowed to bully him! ”

……

The picture of the dream changed again, and in the summer when they had decided their future, the teenagers were dressed in beautiful and neat dresses and congratulated each other with red wine glasses in their hands.

They are about to go all over the world, or contribute to the organization that has a territory.

Only he looked at the crowd in confusion, and a fog seemed to rise in his eyes.

He didn't fight so far to find an errand. Uncle Gregory says they will be a light in the dark night, a light for people all over the world who yearn for peace, but what about now?

The uncle has a family, and a new life is brewing in his wife's womb; As for them, the children who hid in Tibet because of the purge of magicians, they were used to staying in a privileged environment, and if they hadn't been united, I am afraid that they would have died in the dungeon one by one.

But now they hold the letter of appointment in their hands, and they have long forgotten their once lofty ideals.

At least that's not his ideal.

He wants to achieve peace, and he wants to achieve the most illusory peace with the most solid and stable system.

"No matter what, my sister will support you." Before sending him around the world, Ivanie said. "Whenever you need it, just come to Black Rose and find your sister."

"Got it." Reginald's answer dragged out, like a child responding to an adult. "I remember meeting Madame LeBlanc one day and asking her what size cup she was wearing."

"Improper ......"

Reginard laughed in his dream, and he suddenly recalled the first time he met Lady LeBlanc as a representative of the War College, and she said to him with a charming smile on her face, "Yes, if you're so curious." ”

The chaotic dreams were cut chaotically, and finally stopped at the side face of the girl sleeping in the moonlight.