"Take the plates and basins over there, Lin Zhao. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info It's time for us to have dinner. "The old mage's lunch is nearing completion. Lin Zhao handed over the tableware that the old mage was referring to, and after the old mage took it, he continued to talk about the topic just now while putting food and soup into the tableware.

"I've made some achievements in observing the genius of magicians, and I have observed the magical talents of that magician's apprentice. His talent is high, but like Sindra, he is somewhat unstable. As the old mage spoke, he loaded up the food, glanced back at Sindra, and said, "Why don't you come and serve the rice, Sindra?" ”

Sindra reluctantly got down from the window and served the rice bowl to the table with Lin Zhao.

The old mage washed his hands for a moment, then continued, "I'm worried that the magician apprentice is learning too quickly and will cause harm when building magic. Moreover, the apprentice magician had a keen interest in summoning magic, and Ashnum didn't do much to guide him. I'm very worried about what will happen to that magic apprentice if he summons magic after learning to summon magic in the system. ”

At this moment, Lin Zhao felt that the old mage was simply a prophet, and he completely predicted what Li Qing would do in the future. But it's a pity that the old mage is not Li Qing's teacher, and now the old mage is in Ionia, and Li Qing should be in the official academy of the League of Legends, and he can't guide Li Qing.

The tragedy of the current magician, the future blind monk - Li Qing, will be inevitable.

The three of them sat down at the dining table to eat. The old mage seemed to have a request for food, and both Sindra and Sindra were silent pulling their food into their mouths without making a sound. Lin Zhao, who was used to eating alone and didn't pay much attention to it, followed the local customs and ate honestly.

The meals cooked by the old mage were all very Western-style, and Lin Zhao was not used to it. In his previous life, Lin Zhao only ate meat when he ate Western food, but in Spro Village, Lin Zhao has been alone for so many years, although the ingredients are not very rich, but he has been cooking and stir-frying by himself, and the taste of the meal is not much different from that in his previous life. It was only when he escaped from Ionia that he ate a little bit of food.

The meal made by the old mage, Lin Zhao was very uncomfortable. He thought to himself that after this meal, he must talk to the old master and prepare his own meal later.

During the silent eating, Lin Zhao was still recalling what the old master had just said about the blind monk Li Qing.

Thinking about it, his thinking gradually deviated to a key word in Li Qing's story-

Summoner.

Summoner is an important word in the context of League of Legends. Even in the previous life League of Legends game, all players involved in the game were called summoners.

And Lin Zhao has always been a little confused about the definition of the word summoner in League of Legends. After the old mage came up with the word, he was full of curiosity about it and wanted to know more about it.

But during the meal, neither the old mage nor Sindra had any intention of talking. Lin Zhao held this question in his stomach.

After eating, Lin Zhao was finally liberated. It was Sindra who washed the pots and dishes, and Lin Zhao still helped. At this time, Lin Zhao realized that the old master and Sindra, the master and apprentice, lived in the monastery, and it turned out that there was a clear division of labor, one cooking and the other washing dishes. This made Lin Zhao feel a little embarrassed.

The old mage said while Lin Zhao and Sindra were washing the dishes, "I'll wait for you in the lobby, come over after you finish cleaning up." We continue to attend classes. ”

With that, the old mage left. Lin Zhao pursed his lips, he almost forgot that the worldview of the Valoran Continent was Western, and there was no such thing as a lunch break at all. It gave him a bit of a headache. After coming to this world for more than ten years, he has always maintained a good habit of taking a daily lunch break. In the afternoon, I listened directly to the class, and I don't know if I would doze off like I did when I was a student in my previous life.

And the question of holding back a meal seems to be left in class to ask.

"You're a master carver?" After the old mage was gone, Sindra asked as she washed the dishes.

Lin Zhao turned his eyes from time to time to look at this scene that he might not have had a chance to see in the future.

Sindra's hands and arms were white and slender, very beautiful, and she washed the dishes with skill, and her hands were soaked in the water as if they were dancing in the water. In order to avoid getting her hair wet when washing the dishes, she tied her hair up with a rope and dragged it behind her, forming a long, white ponytail, which looked like a different style. However, Sindra seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with this hairstyle, and shook her hair from time to time while washing the dishes, so that the white ponytail swayed behind her like a wave in the wind, and never stopped.

"I'm not a master, but I actually carved and molded only one work, 'World at War'." Lin Zhao replied while washing the dishes while glancing at Sindra.

Sindra didn't seem to care about Lin Zhao's gaze, and continued to wash her head, saying, "A work can be called a master, then you must be very good at carving." ”

Lin Zhao thought for a while and said, "It's okay." I think my skill in carving is a far cry from that of the people of Spro who specialize in this art. The reason why that work has attracted attention is also because of the content expressed in the work. ”

"What's in the work?" Sindra repeated Lin Zhao's words and asked. The two of them had almost cleared the cutlery and began to wipe the water off the cutlery with a clean rag.

"Yes." Lin Zhao nodded and said, "I just used that carving work to carve a few paintings to tell a story." ”

"Then you must be telling a great story?" Sindra was a little curious and asked, "Then you can tell me a story." It's so boring to stay here. The teacher is so bad that he hasn't lectured well at all since he came here. ”

Speaking of the old mage, Sindra's tone was full of dissatisfaction. She couldn't control her emotions a little, and even put down the dishes a little heavier.

Lin Zhao was a little worried that Sindra would break the dishes directly. He didn't want to tell any more stories about the carving, he didn't want to be associated with any title like a prophet. Luckily, Sindra didn't ask him to tell the story of the Noxian War that he had hidden in his engravings, so it would be fine to tell Sindra something else.

"If you're free." So he agreed, and said yes.