At dawn, the fish belly white in the east, the first ray of morning light, seems to hide the infinite gloom.

At dusk, the sunset in the west may only be left with beautiful illusions, and the gorgeous sunset in the fantasy makes people unconsciously intoxicated.

Finally arriving at his destination, Don Quixote raised his head and looked coldly at the cave in front of him, which seemed to be a little simple, although it didn't look like a place where there would be a magic dragon, but he didn't care.

Knocking lightly on the door, Don Quixote stood at the door and waited quietly, and after a long time, the heavy stone door slowly opened, and out of it came a silver-haired man and welcomed him in.

The man took him in, ignored him, walked to the side and began to flip through the books.

"I think you made the right decision. The dragon species looked quite enthusiastic, and walked over to him with a loud laugh.

"How do you know I'm not here to kill you, 50,000 gold coins is quite tempting. With that, Don Quixote slowly drew the long sword at his waist.

However, this made the dragon species sneer, and then raised his finger and pointed to the pile of corpses not far away: "Is my head only worth 50,000 gold coins? It's really sad, but don't worry, I'm still a little confident in my strength." ”

"Self-confidence isn't always a good thing, I'm curious, what can you do?" Don Quixote was concerned about this.

"Have you ever heard of timetravel?" asked, and the dragon stepped forward and patted Don Quixote on the shoulder.

It was only a sentence, but it was enough to arouse Don Quixote's interest, and he raised his head and stared at the dragon species, as if wondering what else it could reveal.

"Nice looks. This reaction made the dragon species very satisfied, so he didn't mind revealing some less important information to Don Quixote: "Traveling through time and space, you can't do it with the physical body alone, you must use divine power, in the high-intensity compression and release of divine power, the physical body suddenly explodes, so that you can carry out the crossing." ”

Saying this, the dragon raised his head and looked at Don Quixote, and after confirming that he was not stunned by these boring theories, he continued to explain: "Of course, people can't control divine power, and divine power can replace limited information, just like having a lot of dreams, and have a certain memory. Traveling through time and space refers to the transfer from one space to another different space in a certain period of time, in other words, it is to switch the timeline, time travel is theoretically feasible, and we can open the door back to the past, so as to change the past. ”

"Theoretically?" Don Quixote muttered a little confused.

Although he didn't understand the principle very well, he still understood the word in theory, so it was necessary for him to ask: "If it were implemented in reality, what would be your estimated success rate?"

"One hundred percent. Without thinking, this sentence was blurted out by the dragon species.

Stunned, Don Quixote withdrew the long sword he was holding in his hand: "I have to admit that this is indeed very interesting, so allow me to ask one last question, what is the reason for your such confidence." ”

"There aren't many opportunities to change, do they? After saying that, a wicked smile hung on the corner of the dragon's mouth.

Immediately after, he raised his leg and walked to Kurazo, who was fiddling with books on the side: "Let me introduce, his name is Curazzo, my right-hand man, and he corrected the theory of time and space." ”

"Can you not get to me about everything, my king, can't you see that I'm busy right now?" a cold voice echoed in the air.

This made the dragon a little embarrassed, and he whispered to Kurazo, "Hey, give me some face in front of others." ”

This made the corners of Don Quixote's mouth twitch a little helplessly, he really hadn't found this guy so unreliable before.

"Ahem", the dragon species coughed, and then looked at Don Quixote seriously: "So happy cooperation, my name is Funamul." ”

"The deceased - Don Quixote. He took a deep breath and introduced himself solemnly.

That's how people who work hard to cherish things in their hearts come together.

Azeritto.

At this time, Milo was practicing magic over and over again, and beside her, there stood a stern-looking mentor who seemed to be scolded for the slightest mistake.

However, it is always wrong to judge people by their appearance, and this mentor seems to be very kind.

"Increase the mana output a little bit. Seeing that Milo's input of magic power into the staff was a little too small, she pointed it out in a very small voice, as if she was afraid of scaring Milo.

"Yes, Mentor Audrey. "Milo has been practicing for almost a morning, with a lot of physical exertion and a slight wheezing when he speaks.

With Audrey's guidance, Milo quickly corrected his mistakes.

Seeing this, Audrey nodded, and turned to teach the other students with satisfaction.

Then Milo heard the sound of scolding coming from behind him.

"Don't you understand how to use the staff as a conduction? I can't do this little thing, give me a thousand exercises, and don't eat until I'm done. ”

"I said that wind magic is not allowed to be practiced indoors, so I will go over and clean it up immediately. ”

"And you, you can't master the most basic recovery magic, what magic do you still want to learn, just go home as soon as possible. ”

The sun was setting slowly, and the day's practice was soon over.

Hunger prompted Milo to rush to the dining hall inside and outside the church.

Although the food there is not very good, for Milo now, some of the food is good, and she is not qualified to find fault with anything.

After cooking, she sat silently on the table and ate in small bites, looking very well-behaved and lovely.

But this scene aroused the displeasure of some people, and they slowly sat down next to Milo, with an obvious evil smile on their faces.

"Yo, isn't that our genius?" one of them was the first to speak.

This person Milo knew, it was Simona, who was trained with her but was often scolded.

"What, isn't he an orphan?" the other man continued to sarcastically follow Hismona's words.

Milo clutched the spoon in her hand and remained silent, but this only fueled the arrogance of Disdemona, and she directly picked up the plate that Milo was eating and threw it in her face.

The hot meal slowly slid down Milo's face.

"It's really like a loser's dog, so how about letting you go when the dog barks?"

The angry flames in Milo's eyes kept flickering, she didn't understand where she had provoked them, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her face, and her hand slowly stretched out towards the staff.

However, the pastor who worked at the church seemed to notice the situation and hurried over to stop Diosdemona.

However, she didn't dare to say too much, because Viscount Dismonda was the daughter of Viscount Hibbert.

"See you tomorrow, my dear genius. With that, Dismona smiled sinisterly.

After a while, she left with her followers.

Seeing this, the priest sighed, then wiped Milo's body, gave her some food, and went back to his own business.

Originally, she wouldn't have taken care of this kind of thing, but Milo was specially asked to be taken care of by the Tel Aviv pastor, but just because of this kind of thing, offending Dismena would be a little more than worth the loss, and she would have to stay away next time.

Only Milo was left in the huge cafeteria.

She stared at the food in front of her in a daze, tears dripping down her eyes.