In the morning, the light from the sea shone on Silvermoon City. From the angle of Yangfan Harbor, you can see the tower, which is glittered by the sun and turns gold, which is the residence of the masters.

Silvermoon City has a total of eight towers, each standing in eight directions of the city. Shane went out and passed by the seaside corridor, just in time to be covered by the golden light. When he looked up, he saw three points of light, one of which belonged to his mentor. The eight towers represent the eight masters, and they also build the defense system of Silvermoon City.

Sending the puppet Tiger to the factory for repairs, Shane walked into the city. Today, the streets are filled with seats, and bunting is being pulled between the buildings. "Got a holiday to celebrate?" Shane hadn't celebrated a holiday in a long time and couldn't remember what it was.

Walk under the Mage Tower and meet a few apprentices, who are also dressed up in festive ways.

"Master Shane" When a few of them saw Shane, they greeted him first, and Shane nodded in return.

"Can you tell us about the secret to promotion?"

Shane passed them by, and when he heard a voice behind him ask in a trembling voice, he turned and swept his gaze over the faces of several apprentices, expecting to be with timidity.

"Practicing more than twelve hours a day, thinking about how to perfect your spells all the time, plus a few all-out battles, you can also be promoted quickly."

"Isn't that life too boring" The apprentice who spoke was glared at by his companion and quickly apologized to Shane. "I'm sorry, please forgive my companions for being unreasonable, we still have to attend a holiday party, don't disturb Your Excellency, farewell"

Shane turned around, ignoring the few apprentices, and before entering the mage tower, he vaguely heard them muttering, "We can't learn the methods of Master Shane." ”

Hearing that, all you have to do is laugh at it.

Inform the constructed creatures at the bottom of the tower, and then farm the apprenticeship certificate on the orb, and Sean is teleported to the seventh floor of the tower. The tutor was not there, the room was full of books, the magic lamp on the table was shining, and the files were scattered all over the floor. Through the window at this height, the panoramic view of Silvermoon City can be seen.

'The mentor is busy,' thought Sean, behind the table, on the chair, the space distorted. In the senses, the arcane energy formed a singularity to open a passage, and the mentor came through in arcane brilliance and sat in a chair.

"Hello Mentor," Sean saluted.

"Shane, every time you grow, it's a surprise, Five Rings"

"Yes"

The arcane brilliance in the mentor's hair was still falling, and there was a white glow in his eyes that was left by the arcane energy, "You have a talent that other elves don't have, and you are diligent and enterprising. It's sad that hard work has become a rare talent among elves. ”

The Mentor complained to Sean more than once: Ease, abundance, and a long life have made the elves, especially the high-spirits born after the Troll War, lose their enterprising spirits. What is said now is no different from complaining before, and Sean listens quietly

"What's even more rare is that you are extremely sensitive to arcane arts at the same time, and some elves can only learn cold bloodlines at your level, and if you learn multiple spells like you, you will only blow up your brains."

"Thanks to the teacher's teaching."

"That's right! Teach! The elves are divided into those who can teach and those who cannot be taught, and our task is to extract the part that can be taught from the elves, impart them with the most advanced knowledge, make them stand out, gain strength and status, and become a strong force of the High Elves to maintain the survival of all races. ”

Shane analyzed from the words that the mentor meant 'Shane, I am very optimistic about you', 'learn magic well and do anything'.

"Do you know what day it is?" The instructor looked out the window.

"It's a holiday, isn't it?" Shane returned

"Let's take a look"

The mentor grabbed Shane's hand, and Ao Neng tore through the space, pulling his body as if taking a step, and the two teleported to the terrace at the top of the tower.

"Soon to start"

When the sun reaches its highest, the city resounds with a 'bang' salute, and flower petals and streamers magically fly into the sky, across the east and west, and a rainbow appears. In the city, the fountains all stopped at this moment, and then suddenly spewed out a purple-red liquid more than ten meters high, falling on everyone. The wind brings a mixed fruity aroma of wine.

Shane looked down from the tower, not far from the mage tower, on the street, there were three pairs of men and women, Shane clearly saw their limbs entangled, looked up to collect fine wine in their mouths, and then kissed and fed each other, with expressions of indulgence and intoxication on their faces. The love heats up, hugging each other and walking to the next room. On the other side of the street, countless men and women danced, undressed, and when they reached the last layer, they rubbed against each other, and their skin was wet with wine, alternating between cold and hot, their body temperature rose, and they were short of breath, and some rolled under the table on the spot to do errands.

"What do you think of that life?" The mentor asked Sean beside him.

"It's not good, I don't like it," Shane replied.

"But they like it," said the mentor, with a little regret and a little disgust in his tone: "Trolls have become the theme of ease, abundance, arrogance, and lust after the war, and the long life has made them lack initiative. But for us, the biggest advantage of being a High Elf is that at least we don't have to turn ourselves into undead creatures much later in order to continue our research. ”

"I'll always remember what my mentor taught," Shane said.

"That's not what I'm going to say, it's hard to change habits once they're formed, and if you're allowed to live like theirs now, you'll be very unaccustomed to it, hehehe" The mentor smiled rarely.

There was something else behind the sentence, and Shane listened quietly.

"You know what? There are eight minarets in Silvermoon, the tallest one belongs to the king, the one on the side belongs to the prince, who is now in Dalaran, and the two to the west belong to the Morningwalker and the Sunrage, and the other four belong to me, and the other three are not to mention. ”

Shane probably guessed what the mentor was going to say.

"Five rings are followed by six rings, cross the six rings to the seventh ring, and make the due contribution of the arcane spellcaster, and the ninth tower will be erected in Silvermoon City."

The mentor grabbed Shane's hand again, and the two teleported back to the seventh floor. The mentor was in a good mood and asked Shane to tell him about his experience in the Ghost Lands. Shane picked and spoke, filtering through what could not be exposed, focusing on observing trolls sacrificing living creatures to the gods. The tutor listened, thought for a few seconds, and asked him to leave a written report for discussion in the council.

Before leaving, the mentor gave Shane a set of books, magic skills: making magic weapons and armor.

Coming out of the tower, I wanted to ask where Winresa was. But when he turned the corner, he saw Wen Resa waiting for him. I haven't seen you for a long time, and there should be a lot to say, but when it comes to my mouth, it's just two short conversations.

"Coming back?"

"I'm back."

Wen Resa accompanied Shane through the city walls and back to Yangfan Harbor from the seaside path.

"Why not celebrate with them." On the way, Shane asked.

"Because they're too noisy, what about you?"

"Just like you."

The sea breeze ruffled Windsa's hair, and the elf used her fingers to smooth them back behind her ears.

In the market, the elves all go to the party, and there are no stall owners, but the stalls are hung with signs that can be taken at will. Picked up a few fresh ingredients and returned to his cabin.

Wen Resa stood next to Shane and cooked dinner together. The baked pie dough was crumpled into various shapes in her hands, including Shane's appearance, holding her masterpiece in her hand, her eyes smiling like crescents.

"I'm going to eat it all," she said, pointing to Shane's baked pie.