Chapter 354: Landscape

"Why learn arcane?"

Loria asked, pouting, since returning to the island, Mare had taught her frost magic instead of arcane magic. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to the 'easy to learn' Frost Department, where she can see progress every day, she is simply bitter in her study of the Arcane Department.

"I've found your problem."

Marley said with a smile as he handed Loria a thin draft, "Here are some of the little things I've put together, and you're going to focus on learning about Arcane Missiles now...... The reason why your Ice Arrow magic is always uncomplete is because your understanding and use of magic is very rudimentary, and arcane is the closest magic system to the original form of magic. ”

Loria reluctantly took the draft, "But isn't the Ice Arrow basic magic?" Is it really okay to skip it and learn the more difficult Arcane Missile? ”

In the face of Loria's question, Marley did not have the slightest impatience, in his opinion, it is a good student who has his own ideas and can ask questions, "No, the arcane missile is the basic magic, this is my fault, I am too eager to let you learn more complex magic without the foundation of the arcane." ”

What Marley said is not at all right, Loria is not an adventurer who will throw fireballs and ice arrows when she comes out of the novice village, compared to the arcane missiles that catapult out the magic aggregate, the ice arrows that involve condensing the magic element, transforming the elemental form, and shaping the magic shape are obviously much more complicated - on the contrary, Loria has done a good job in the three aspects of ice condensation, ice transformation and shaping, but she has no knowledge of the most basic magic projectiles.

"yes, I see."

This time, Loria nodded very obediently - not that she had completely followed Mare's advice, but that she felt worthy of respect in the face of a teacher who would admit her mistakes.

"What a good boy." Mare nodded in satisfaction, "Let's go play on the lake and shine the magic by the way." ”

Marley's teaching plan is so relaxed, in the morning, let Loria follow him to learn theoretical knowledge, and in the afternoon, let her go to the water-rich lake area to cultivate the comprehension of frost magic, and exercise her magic by the way.

After carefully collecting Marley's draft in her bag, Loria walked around the house a few times, and Elie Meow went to play with her feline companion again, and the pink-haired girl couldn't find Elie Meow, so she went out alone and walked towards the canal.

She had barely gotten close to the water's edge when the sound of ding-dong rang out.

The fairy of the lake leaned to the shore and played its welcome to Loria - this kind and mysterious fellow looked like water floating in the water...... It's strange to say that, but it looks like this.

I don't know why, since sending Loria home, it has been moving in the waters around Mystery Island, occasionally rescuing one or two small animals that accidentally fell into the water.

Loria untied the cable tied to the stake and jumped into the boat, and the spirit of the lake did not push the boat, but floated beside the boat and listened to Loria speak to her.

"My hair has grown a little longer, do you want to tie it up?"

Bite! Boom!

A sonorous and short sound, with brief intervals in between, Loria knew it meant negatively.

"Okay, then don't tie it, I want to save up money to buy a small sailboat, next time we go to play in the distance."

Dingdong ~ Dingdong ~

Light and slightly playful in tone, Loria knew it meant approval.

"You know the undead, they're coming soon, I'm surmising from the reports on the newspaper."

Bite...... Boom?

Long intervals, weak tones, tail-synced up, which means confused and unaware.

"Speaking of which, where are you from?"

Goodo......

The lake spirit bubbled up a few bubbles, which meant to express silence, and it had no choice but to express silence when it was too complicated to speak.

Loria didn't ask anymore, she lazily half lay in the boat, stretched her arms out of the boat, and as the boat slowly drifted forward, a small Xiaoice ball the size of glass beads appeared where her fingertips crossed, they floated and floated in the lake, reflecting the sun indiscriminately, shining.

Once inside the door of magic, it becomes no longer mysterious, and there is nothing unusual about freezing natural water into natural ice compared to creating magic ice out of thin air.

The process of compressing elemental water into ice magic is similar to the process of freezing natural water, and Mare has specifically instructed Loria to practice diligently, and in less than three months, she has been able to freeze the water around her into ice at will—although the range is still small, but the speed has increased rapidly.

Loria took out the draft given by Marley again, lay down on the boat and looked at it slowly, and let herself drift at will—with the spirit of the lake, there was no danger in sailing, and before every rainstorm came, it would warn her in advance and send Loria back to shore safely.

The afternoon sun was hot and dazzling, although she would not be tanned because of her peculiar physique, but she also hated the sun because of her peculiar physique, Loria flipped through the draft for a while and couldn't read it anymore, so she simply covered herself with a boat cover and took a nap in the afternoon.

Loria spends a few hours on the lake almost every day, and Lake Lordamere has become a familiar place no less than home, and I don't know if it's because of the company's elves, or if it's really because of the spirit of the lake, or if it's really as Mare said, the vast expanse of water is the best for frost magicians, Loria sleeps very soundly, and despite several dangerous experiences on the lake, she still loves Lake Lordamere.

When Loria woke up in the evening, there was only an infinite amount of calm water around her, reflecting the same vast orange sky.

The elf of the lake that had been roaming her side was no longer silent, and let out a soft, continuous tinkling sound, telling Loria that the change of weather was coming.

"yes, I know."

Loria pointed to the faint curtain of clouds in the sky that had been dyed orange by the setting sun...... They are so thin that they are almost transparent, and they might not be visible if it weren't for the setting sun that colors them...... She had recently learned a little nautical knowledge, and she knew that it was Cirrostratus clouds, which often heralded a change in the weather.

She sat up from the cabin, crossed her knees, and looked up at the magnificent colors of the sky, which she loved.

"I love the scenery."

Loria said to the elves of the lake.

At that moment, a cloud moved before the setting sun, and the phantom of light appeared in the sky, and it grew larger and larger...... Around the sun, a huge aura of beauty appeared, and on both sides of the halo, two more phantoms of the sun appeared in turn.

A miraculous halo of light fills the western sky, smearing everything with a mysterious and magnificent brilliance.

Anthelion.

A once-in-a-lifetime meteorological landscape that shows its most beautiful posture in the vast unsheltered lake area.

Loria was stunned, and when the clouds drifted and the miracle of light faded away, she said in a distracted voice, "What a unique and beautiful scenery...... I really want to see such a scenery every day...... Now, do you say yes, the elves of the lake? ”

Bite! Boom!

There was a negative sound, and the clear current began to shake the boat gently, and it took Loria a long time to understand what it meant—it no longer liked the elf name.

"And what should I call you?"

Loria asked, confused.

The water flows beyond the surface of the lake, pointing in the direction of the vanishing sun.

"Phantasmal sun?"

Bite! Boom!

Sun, sky, clouds...... Loria searched for all the words associated with it, and the negative voice kept ringing.

"Yes...... Scenery? ”

Ding dong~

The spirit of the lake, no, the scenery it was contented, and jumped briskly around the boat. (To be continued.) )