It was a ten-square-metre room, which was undoubtedly a luxury for this touring magic caravan. www.biquge.info The walls and floors of the whole room are actually paved with pine wood floors, the ceiling is hung with crystal chandeliers in the style of a square matrix, and the whole room has four oak glass windows carved in European style with intricate patterns, and two glass windows are distributed on the front wall of the magic caravan. Beneath the window was a delicate single bed of pear wood, a messy bed with several delicate dresses, but piled on top of each other and wrinkled. Standing by the window and looking out of the window, you can see the view from the front of the caravan.

Through the glass window at the front end, you can clearly see that the Qinglin bison with the bloodline of the powerful war beast brute bull in the swamp clan is tied to the front of the caravan by several iron cables, the caravan wheel is carved from two whole iron and wood, more than ten meters long iron wood runs through the bottom of the entire caravan, with a foot long black iron nail to connect the entire caravan, and finally at the front end of the caravan stretches out more than three meters to form a heavy wheel, a huge yoke made of fir wood is set on the neck of the Qinglin bison more than three meters high, the green cow is panting and staring at the night in the distance with black cold eyes the size of a leather ball, guarding this magic caravan。

Leaning against the glass window on the left side of the caravan, there is a heavy wooden test bench with several small shelves filled with bottles and cans of potions, which will protect these glass bottles even on a bumpy road. Dressed in a cotton robe, with his sleeves rolled up and two deerskin gloves, Kig was concentrating on grinding the unknown stone dust with a grinder. Her bright eyes were extremely focused, beads of sweat were on the tip of her white and straight nose, her delicate face was a little strangely ruddy, her pink lips were slightly pursed together, and she sat on a high chair, her slender and graceful figure was undoubtedly revealed in the robe.

Caterina whispered to me in a chair beside me, and I saw that she was wearing a sleeveless crop top and a knee-length skirt, her towering breasts squeezed out deep furrows, and there was a faint red mark on the goose neck on her white and delicate collarbone, although the wound had healed slightly, but even if the wound was more than an inch long, it would inevitably leave a slight scar. The wound was across the throat, and when I looked closely, I realized how lucky Caterina was, if Ming Qian's sword was a little heavier, Katerina's throat pit would be cut, sometimes just a little bit, and it would be a difference between life and death. I sat on the round stool and gently pulled her warm hand, my right hand tugged at the bottom of her crop top, my fingers touched her soft and smooth flat lower abdomen, which may have made her feel a little itchy, her lower abdomen shook rhythmically twice, Caterina looked down at me, and slowly squatted down with the strength of my tugging her, when the towering crisp breasts like a mountain came in front of me, I clearly smelled a sweet smell, my hand was pressed on her round shoulders instead, and continued to press down hard until I could clearly see the wound on her neck, then I poked my head out and gently used the tip of my tongue to add the wound on her neck across her throat。

She gently pushed me back, and asked me a little shyly, "What are you doing?"

Perhaps because he was worried about disturbing Qige, who was concentrating on the ink on the side, he cautiously glanced at Qige, but he couldn't bear to refuse me, and quickly pecked me lightly, a touch of ruddy appeared on his white face, and he winked at me with shyly red eyes.

I pressed her hand as hard as I could, and it was soft and creamy. I said, "Don't move, old Kuru said I have the ability to make wounds heal faster, and my werewolf 'self-healing' ability won't leave scars on your wounds." It's just that I can't use the power of my bloodline freely, using the tip of my tongue will make you feel better faster, and we've kissed each other with our mouths and are afraid that I will lick your neck?"

"Don't talk nonsense here, will you go back?" Caterina heard me say this, and ran away like the wind to hide further, and snuggled at Kig on Nu's side, signaling me not to disturb Kig with his work.

I turned around and leaned down on my clipboard, using a pen to practice carving the magic pattern circle called 'Gathering Fire' on a piece of leather the size of my hand, and read the gist carefully. When I returned to the caravan at night, I wanted to have a good rest, but Kigra was asked to make this magic scroll called "Gathering Fire", and I asked Kige strangely: Aren't you already a magician apprentice who awakens the magic pool, why don't you do it yourself?

Kigla opened the waste bucket under the workbench and complained to me with a bitter face that I didn't know how much demonic parchment had been wasted all night, but not a single decent scroll had been made, and I thought that this demonic structure was only a few simple strokes, but it still couldn't be made. I said I could try, but I couldn't guarantee that I would make it, and I might run out of mana halfway through the drawing. I said that my magic power can only last for ten minutes to resist magic, and Qige hesitated a little on the spot, but when he saw the prepared materials on the workbench, he gritted his teeth and said: Just take it as practice.

Although Qige is a magician's apprentice, her magic perception and control are not good, but she likes the inscription master very much, and after awakening the magic pool, she worships a famous teacher to learn the inscription, but after studying for more than two months, the inscription master finally gave up Qige, saying I will introduce you to a magic potion, you go and learn to refine magic potions! Qige couldn't understand it at first, and then the inscription master finally told the truth in the face of Qige's father: Qige is careful and willing to learn, and your comprehension and learning ability are excellent, but being an inscription master relies on the ability to accurately control the magic elements, and you don't have the talent in this area, so it's better to study magic potions instead.

Joining the dance troupe was originally just a casual move when Qige stayed in the magic academy when he was bored, but after a period of systematic training in the academy dance club, Qige once again rehearsed by chance, and found that after his body balance and coordination ability improved, his magic control ability was gradually strengthened, so he thought that learning dance was helpful for magic manipulation ability, and then he visited a very famous dance master in the imperial capital, Gatizhu, to learn dance as a teacher. For this matter, the dean of the magic school has talked to Qige more than once, saying that practicing dance can only improve magic control very limitedly, but at that time, Qige, who was bent on learning the inscription, would listen to the dean's words, and then simply took a leave of absence, and ran to the black iron city of the dwarven king Stan to relax.

I don't think we would have known each other if it weren't for Kige's wayward travels.

"Aren't you a magician?" asked Caterina as she crouched down beside me, her chin in her hands, as she sat in the high chair and read a book.

I didn't take my eyes off the three-page detailed explanation of the basic magic circle, but let out a voice in my throat: "En!"

"And you can't do magic?" asked Caterina curiously.

I smiled and turned to look at her and said, "Guess what!"

"Probably not, then why can you make inscriptions, isn't it the magician's business to make inscriptions?" Caterina couldn't understand.

She looked at me with a smile after hearing this, sat on the floor with her hands on her knees, raised her head and blinked her with ruby eyes, and then suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, "How many little girls have you deceived with this story, and you are so skilled in telling it!"

I said with a bitter face: "We don't have a single female mosquito in our caravan, I'll lie to a yarn!"

I don't want Caterina to know too many secrets and put a heavy burden on her mind, sometimes the less people know about her own affairs, the more protective she is for the people around her. Singh pushed the door open and walked in, holding a neatly cut stack of Devil's Antelope paper, each cut into palm-sized squares as I had requested, very neat. There were six stacks in the wooden pallets, each with at least ten sheets. Singh put the wooden tray in front of me and kicked it directly on the round buttocks of Katerina, who was sitting on the floor lazy, causing her to snort softly, and looked at Singh with pitiful aggrieved eyes and said, "Sister Singh, why are you kicking me?"

"Hurry up and get out of here when you're done with what you need to do, what are you going to do, do you still expect to stay for breakfast?" Singh bent down violently, dragged Caterina out of Kig's room with one hand, like dragging a spoiled puppy, and when the door was closed, he didn't forget to say to me: "There's tea on the table, drink it yourself when you're thirsty." If something calls us, pull the rope in the corner. ”

Kig is a complete workaholic, and she does such a boring thing as making magic potions with relish, and even deaf to other things around her. I sat bored on the high chair next to me, holding her carving knife on the ordinary sheepskin to depict the fire circle, and then bored, began to pick up the magic antelope parchment paper sent by Singh, the thickness of these magic parchment paper is very uniform, and the magic paper is polished very smooth, the texture on the sheepskin is clearly visible, such a superb leather making process only Uncle Fred can do. I looked at the natural texture of the chamois plumment, and imagined if I could draw the first knife with a carving knife. These magic parchments are cut out of leftovers from the magic antelope skin, which is probably the corners saved by Uncle Fred when he is making skin, although each piece is not big, but it just meets my requirements. The magic antelope skin itself does not contain magic power, but it is a very good carrier of magic power, the inscription master uses the ink containing magic power to engrave the magic pattern circle on the magic parchment, which really contains the magic energy is only those inks, the ink containing magic energy is painted into a magic pattern structure, and its energy is stored on the magic parchment. Ink, magic parchment, and magic pattern circles form the three most important parts of magic scrolls, and some high-level magic scrolls will also use some magic crystals as the core, just like the water gathering array in a caravan has a core core of magic crystal fragments.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of grinders, the striking of glass bottles, and the sound of stirring rods churning in liquids, and I was dozing off in my chair when I heard a crisp and sweet laugh in my ears: "Hehe, Jia, wake up quickly." I finally managed to make a bottle of primary moonshine ink, don't sleep!

I barely opened my eyes to see Kig sitting next to me and shaking my arm, a tea-pot-sized beaker on the workbench behind her, containing half a cup of thick, blue-blue liquid blistering on the warming stove. I could feel the magic emanating from the liquid from a distance of two meters, and the thought that the magic was rapidly evaporating made me wake up, shaking my head vigorously to make myself more conscious, and complaining to Qige, "Why didn't you wake me up a moment earlier?"