In the days that followed, Moro was never seen again, and Erin and Alan began to practice triangulation, while Angel immersed himself in Jon's ideas. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moro said that knowledge is the most important thing for a wizard. Ingres didn't know if Jon's knowledge was useful, but he knew that it would enlighten his wisdom and allow him to look beyond what was in front of him.

It works, or it doesn't. Angel didn't care.

Ingres worked hard to write, and the complex formulas and numbers became yesterday's drafts. Every day, Angels has new ideas for solving problems, from molecules and atoms to magnetic fields and bands, from different angles, bringing him different surprises.

As time went on, Ingres knew he was getting closer to the right answer.

On this day, Ingres put down the quill in his hand and rubbed his temples. After nearly half a month of high brain power, I have more and more questions to solve, and I am getting closer and closer to the final answer, only the progress of the last 10 questions is missing. But the continuous concentration made his head a little overwhelmed. Especially this morning, he even had tinnitus and black vision. This shows that the body is already sending him an alarm.

Ingres stopped even if he couldn't wait for the answer. He is 14 years old this year, and he is still in adolescence, if the internal balance of his body is broken because of his radical moment, and the most important period of his life is abnormal, then he has no place to cry.

I've heard Jon's mentor say before that he had a serious illness when he was an adolescent because of his habits, and then his height stagnated at 165. Ingres didn't know if what the mentor said was true or if he was making excuses, but he would rather believe it than believe it, right?

Angel yawned, stretched out his arms, and straightened his legs. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.

Clocks are rare on the edge islands, the Old Earth Continent. Even the original Pat Manor still used the hourglass, but in the prosperous continent, the clock has long been known to the general public.

Pushing open the round lid on the wooden wall panel, Ingres immediately smelled the damp smell of the ocean.

This round wooden cover is the ship's window. In the middle floor rooms of the Bauhinia, there are such breathable windows, and there is no such treatment in the rooms on the ground floor.

The sun is shining, and the eyes are swollen with ripples on the sea. The air outside and the cramped room convection, and Ingres didn't care about the fishy smell, lazily closing his eyes and blowing the soft sea breeze, his thoughts began to drift wildly.

Angel recalls the beauty of his childhood, the love of his parents, the care of his brother, the teachings of his mentor, and then the young boy who indulged in the ocean of knowledge day and night. Angels' memories always make him smile unconsciously. He left Pat Manor without taking anything with him, only this memory could stay with him for the rest of his life.

Angel is determined to follow Moro to the Prosperous Continent and become a wizard, not only to treat the mentor, but also to revitalize the family in his heart. In the Old Earth Continent, even the apprentices of wizards were treated far more than the royal family and nobles.

Moro once said that the lifespan of a formal wizard is at least five hundred years, and if it breaks through again, it will not be difficult to achieve a thousand years. Angel does not have the luxury of guarding the family for a thousand years, at least in a hundred years, it is enough for less than three generations of relatives to be able to prosper.

It was calm outside, and Angel also had the idea of relaxing, so he simply took out a bag of tea bags from his luggage.

The tea bag is filled with morning dew after the rain. At first, Ingres divided all the morning dew after rain in the manor into two parts, one part was given to Moro, and the rest he carried with him.

Although Angel didn't like to drink this slightly bitter tea, he remembered that Moro had said that this tea was considered a low-level magic plant. I'm about to step into the mysterious wizarding world again, so it should be helpful to drink from time to time, right?

When Ingres tasted tea, the tails of his eyes were full of eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, even if there was no one around, his every move, every detail, even the straight back when he held the teacup, looked very elegant. This aristocratic temperament seems to have been buried deep in his bones. Coupled with Jon's years of poetry and books, Ingres's temperament is also a little more gentle, and the combination of temperament makes his whole person glow with charming charm.

Well, if you are a little older and your face is a little more mature, it will be better. Ingres looked in the mirror and muttered to himself.

After drinking a glass, as always, the morning dew after the rain brought Ingres not only bitterness, but also the smell of blades of grass. It's not hard to drink, but it's not necessarily good either.

As for the effect of the demon plant that Moro said, it probably has nothing to do with him.

Twitter, goo, goo--

As Ingres pondered the three flavors of tea, a bird's call came from the window, followed by the fluttering of wings.

When Ingres looked up, he saw a strange seabird perched on the windowsill.

Seabirds are the size of two palms, gray-brown feathers, red claws, orange beaks, and green eyes. All of the above are in line with the basic characteristics of a seabird, but the reason why Ingres says it is strange is that this bird has decorations on it!

He wears a tall white hat on his head and a blue and white bib around his neck, which also has a reflective pattern. The most interesting thing for Ingres is that there is a small blue bag hanging diagonally on the seabird's body, which looks like a carrier pigeon postman in a fairy tale.

The seabirds cooed, and the green eyes kept staring at Angel, as if they were talking to Angle.

Angel laughed, his eyes rolled, thinking that there were no outsiders in the room, and the young man's heart was once again on the top, and he said to the seabird with a pout.

The seabird chirped.

Angel smiled: "You said your name is Jigu, it's so interesting, who is your master, why do you still dress up so stylishly!"

The seabird's eyes narrowed and he grunted disdainfully.

Angel stretched out his slender fingers and gently tapped the little head of the seabird: "Say you have a shape, your tail is still cocked for me." ”

Hearing Angels' words, the seabird tilted its head and wanted to fly away. But after hesitating for a while, he stopped again, and kept muttering, as if he wanted something.

Ingres didn't notice it, still happily teasing the bird. In the process of teasing the birds, Ingres also found that the seabird's small blue satchel was also printed with the same pattern as its bib.

The pattern appears to be in the style of a badge, with a large purple curly haired lady with several layers of flesh on her fat face in the center, this lady has flaming red lips, a small nose, seductive eye makeup, and a mole on her chin. It's a pity that one white covers all ugliness, and one fat destroys everything. On either side of the motif is a dinner knife and a fork intersect.

It looks quite peculiar, I don't know what it means? Is it a family emblem?

If it wasn't a family emblem, what would it be? Ingres was puzzled, but he didn't seek to solve it either, and as soon as the question came out of his mind, he threw it behind him for a moment.

Although, curiosity is the first virtue of a learner. But he prefers to use his curiosity in the search for truth.

Angel also found that the seabird's small satchel was bulging, and it must have contained something. However, Angel did not reach for it, and did not ask for it in front of the owner's family, and he could not do this kind of behavior, even if the owner of the small bag was a seafowl.

The seabird was still cooing, but Ingres was talking to him, and he seemed depressed, walking anxiously to and fro by the windowsill.

"Little twitter, what are you here for, are you hungry or thirsty?"

When the seabird heard the name of 'Little Chirp', he wanted to roll his eyes at Ingres, but when he heard the next question, the seabird's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, and his little head was like pecking rice.

"It turns out that you are hungry, too clever, and will find food by yourself. Ingres took out the food bag from the drawer, took out the bread from it, and muttered as he skimmed it: "I don't know who your master is, how did he train you to be so obedient; ”

Angels looked out the window, at the endless sea. "I don't see any islands nearby...... Could it be that it was raised by the transcendents who live on the top floor of the Bauhinia?"