In fact, if Winston hadn't entered the Academy of Magic, he must have been a mercenary businessman by now.

But after coming into contact with knowledge, he felt that gold coins were just an external force to achieve the goal of life, and only knowledge was eternal and unchangeable.

So after he returned to the human world, he didn't start doing business as his father wanted for the first time, but continued to study what his teacher taught him.

The knowledge of alchemy, in particular, was even more attractive to him than magic.

And after seven years of teaching in Cassia, Winston also understood that the last thing knowledge needs is possession, but sharing, but the object of sharing is not just random everyone.

That's why he refused to tell Ferranch how glassmaking works at first.

But he was equally impressed by Ferranche's proposal, because it was a good way to spread the knowledge to the world.

But the only thing that bothered him was Ferranche's position, and if he chose to cooperate with him, it would inevitably involve a struggle between the nobles and the poor people.

Winston is not afraid of this, in addition to knowledge, he is also a magician, with great strength, what he is really afraid of is trouble, no one wants to be doing experiments here, suddenly someone came to tell you, you have been smashed, how bad.

And although his father is a viscount, he is more like an ordinary businessman, and the family style of the aristocracy only cultivates him to be more restrained and calm in the business field, not arrogant.

In the end, it was Dinah who persuaded him, and after Winston told her about Ferranche, Dinah showed a strong interest, and Dinah was kind to the poor.

As for trouble, with the support of the Academy of Magic, what are you afraid of?

However, the two of them have also asked Pixar to send a letter this time, but Kraken has been explaining the current enrollment plan of the college, but has not talked about the whereabouts of the teacher.

In the days that followed, Winston approached Ferranch again to determine a collaboration.

So far, Ferranch and Winston have taken a big step forward in their respective life goals.

......

......

Because Cassia refers to the real world in terms of the movement of the sun, and the Atlanta world is really big, there will also be short periods of polar night and polar day in the extreme north and south.

And in the far north, it was in the dark all day at this time.

In the darkness, a blizzard creaked the wooden door of the tavern.

At this time of the year, the snow line in the far north will move south, and the tavern on the edge of the snow line will temporarily become a lonely boat in the sea of snow.

The wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and a young man dressed in a bearskin and carrying a wooden staff entered.

"Boss, two potatoes, a glass of worm wine. ”

With that, the young man flicked a silver coin to the counter and sat down at a table near the fireplace.

The young man lowered his staff and shed his bearskin hat, revealing the two hilts of his sword behind his back.

"Wells, it's been seven or eight years, and you're still so young. The tavern keeper put down the potatoes and worm wine and teased.

"Of course, I'm very careful about maintenance, do you want to play GWENT?"

"No, I refuse, or I'll have to give you back that coin today. The boss shook his head and walked away, "I'm going to sleep, I want to take anything myself, anyway, you're just a customer in the store." ”

"Thank you. ”

Wells smiled and took a sip of the worm wine in the cup, which was unique to the Far North, and was so hot that it was made with a kind of worm, and some people would even use it for lighting without lamp oil.

Feeling the heat in his throat, Wells rubbed his face, what kind of bullshit maintenance, even he didn't know, why he was in his early thirties, and he still looked like a young man.

Wells then took a bite of potatoes, listened to the roar of the blizzard outside, and began to work on a plan of action for this time.

This was his sixth trip to the far north, and since meeting Ira, he had decided to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors in search of the legendary dragon.

But unfortunately, he has not found a single piece of dragon scale or food scraps in the past six years.

The farther you go in the far north, the colder the weather becomes, but fortunately, he is more resistant to frost, and compared to other adventurers, Wells is far enough to go deeper.

"What the ancestors can do, I can do the same, not only the dragon, but also the elves that Ira said, I have to find them one by one, I am the greatest adventurer!"

"It's a pity, there's nothing in this broken place, at this moment, how nice it would be if there was a pot of hot pot......"

Wells chewed on potatoes in his mouth, fantasizing about the delicious and magical food he had eaten as he passed through Tria.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled, and Wells, after dinner, recalled his previous route, and finally fell asleep on the table.

When the boss woke him up the next day, Wells opened his mouth and said, "Hot pot ......"

The boss rolled his eyes, he had never heard of this thing.

After waking up, Wells packed up his equipment, bought some dry food from the boss, and without any delay, he directly picked up the wooden staff, pushed the door and walked into the dark Far North.

Under the mask, Wells gasped, this was the first time he had come here to explore in the polar night, in the past, he had only come in normal weather, or polar day, mainly because it was too cold at this time.

But he didn't have much else to do, and after six years, Wells, who had found nothing, could only try his luck at this time.

In addition to the cold, the most uncomfortable thing about the polar night situation is that it is impossible to tell the time, which will also affect the judgment of the distance and direction traveled.

But fortunately, Wells is familiar with the road here, relying on previous experience, and making a difficult journey north.

On the first day, it was business as usual.

On the fifth day, the blizzard began to weaken, but nothing was found.

On the tenth day, Wells saw some reindeer, but in order not to waste his physical strength, he dismissed the idea of hunting.

On the twentieth day, the reindeer also disappeared, and only the snow and cold wind and trees remained between heaven and earth.

Twenty days passed, and Wells still didn't find anything, he sat down in a tree hole, took out a warm bamboo tube, sprinkled the red liquid in it on his body, and suddenly a stream of heat wrapped his whole body, making him feel better.

Wells swallowed, nibbled on another bite of dry food as hard as iron, and looked out of the hollow.

Even though the blizzard is much smaller now, the temperature is colder than when I first set off, and my legs are ......

Wells shook his head and touched his right calf, which he knew was frostbitten, but didn't dare to open it to look at it.

"If you hold on for another five days, it's just five days, and I haven't explored the route after five days, and my dry food can only last for five days......"

Wells cheered himself up, counting the days by the consumption of food, then wrapped himself in a bear skin and began to squint.

He didn't dare to go to sleep directly, otherwise he might really fall asleep.

After two more days, Wells limped through the snow, not knowing whether it was the weather or the region, when the blizzard had stopped, but the temperature dropped a few more minutes.

The night sky is no longer so dark, and the starlight begins to shine, and under the starlight, the green aurora shows a magnificent figure.

Wells took a deep breath and pulled out his notebook to jot down the scene, it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful scene.

"Oh my God, they won't believe it. Wells exclaimed, and continued his walk north.

After another three days, Wells suddenly fell to the ground after a difficult climb over a hillside, his eyes bloodshot, and stared at the valley behind the hillside.

The clear air without wind and snow allowed him to see unobstructed, and he seemed to see a small house in the valley.

It shook his spirits, but he wasn't sure if it was his hallucination, he was already weak.

To go or not to go, that's the question.

If you don't go, you may still be able to go back, and if you go, you may never be able to get out again.

Logically speaking, this situation is ninety percent of the hallucinations that come out of the freeze.

But Wells remembered what Ira had said: If it has always been so, must it be the truth?

Finally Wells stood up and walked back into the valley.

But when he got into the valley, it turned out that it had always been the case, and in most cases it was true.

The so-called house was just an ordinary boulder, Wells smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned to get out of here, he didn't want to die.

But when he turned around, he skimmed a small square stone under the boulder.

Wells stopped, frowned, and with the mentality of giving it a last try, he drew the dwarven dagger behind him, and the reason why it was so was because the stone seemed to be too square.

Wells then slammed the ice off the stone with his short sword and crouched down to caress the surface.

"Boulder, left, ice. ”

It was only six words, but Wells woke up instantly, the handwriting, there was actually handwriting here, which showed that someone had been to this place before him.

He was stunned for a moment, then walked to the left with all his strength, slashed the ice with the dwarven dagger, and soon a hole appeared in front of his eyes.

Wells swallowed, lit the remaining stick of fire, and walked into the hole.

PS: Thanks to oldestduck for the tip

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