Early morning on November 24th.

The village of Mogra, located in the east-central part of the kingdom of Karon, seems to have just awakened at this time.

The sound of chickens and dogs barking echoed through the calm village, and a figure walked out of a simple farmhouse, picked up a few pieces of firewood, and staggered back to the house, the smoke rising from the chimney indicated that people had begun to get up and move.

There is no such thing as a "kitchen" in a farmhouse, where food is roasted directly on the fireplace... Normally, commoners would only cook at noon, but in winter, breakfast is mostly bread baked over the fire.

This was true throughout the village, and Mrs. Camilla's family was no exception.

"Whew, it's hot, it's hot..."

Nefi, who had just taken a bite and was burned to the tongue, opened her mouth wide and screamed indistinctly while exhaling hard, because the wooden chair that matched the dining table was too high, and Nefi's calves that couldn't reach the ground were swinging back and forth, and she seemed to be so energetic in a small leather jacket forever, which made the atmosphere in the room seem very cheerful.

Mrs. Camilla, who sat beside her, smiled quietly, and though she was eating, her movements were extremely graceful—it is no exaggeration to say that even when she ate such cheap white bread, her posture was no less than that of the most elaborate ceremonial officer, and even more so.

She is Nefi's mother, a woman who suddenly appeared in this village twelve years ago.

On her first day in Mogra Village, she took only the baby in her arms - needless to say, it was Nafi, who is now twelve years old. To this day, no one in the village knows her specific origins, and some people have asked, but they can't get an answer.

On weekdays, people think that Mrs. Camilla is like the pampered lady of the city, but during the busy season, she will naturally pick up a sickle and work with the peasant women. When it comes to face-to-face communication, the villagers find that she is approachable, and she doesn't seem to have any arrogance or even temper at all.

And Neffie grew up in such an environment, but unlike other people his age... After completing the basics of High Elven language, Nephie has read and memorized many books such as The Opposition of Light and Shadow, The Arcane Secret Codex, Transfiguration: Camouflage and Manipulation, Fundamentals of Arcane Spells, and many more...

The lively and active Nephie looks like any other child, but in the eyes of Mrs. Camilla, the girl she has carefully cultivated in front of her can be called her proudest "work" and the inheritor of her future will.

Mrs. Camilla knows very well that whether it is herself or the girl in front of her, she was born with a "mission".

Today, on the desk is still a large tome, with a few simple words written on the worn handwriting: "Theory of Charging Crystal", and there is a rune-like serial number in High Elven script underneath, indicating that this is "Volume 1".

At the dinner table, Neffie was whispering her opinion: "Mom, I'm so tired of reading that book... There's a lot of stuff in there, I can't make sense of it, can I-"

"Only by memorizing it can you replace it with another one. ”

Mrs. Camilla's tone was gentle, but there was a sense of command that could not be violated. The little girl pouted... She can be coquettish and cute in front of others, but she also knows very well that in front of her mother, those are useless.

So she could only nod silently, and then asked, "Mom, why is there only one copy... Just by looking at the 'Volume 1', I can't actually make this kind of stone. ”

"You don't need to make, you just need to remember. Camila's expression softened slightly, and she reached out and stroked her daughter's fiery red hair, "Mom only has one roll in her hand, but this volume is the most important one, it can't be lost, as long as you live, you can't forget it, understand?"

Nephie nodded stupidly, but she really didn't understand.

It was an ordinary morning, the light of the rising sun gradually reflected in the room, the copper kettle boiled and "woo-woo-lur", Mrs. Camilla gently put down the teacup in her hand, the actions repeated countless times in the past twelve years revealed the confidence and strength in her bones, but when her eyes turned to the fire in the room, her beautiful face that could not see her age suddenly showed a trace of solemnity.

At some point, a letter appeared in the flames.

It was an ordinary parchment, but the letter floated unscathed in the red fireplace, and Neffie turned his head to see the scene, and opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the bread spread with cheese was raised and poked in the face, making her cry out "ouch".

Mrs. Camilla came back to her senses, her expression quickly returned to normal, she looked at Nephie, and said gently, "Don't make a fuss, just eat quietly." ”

Nephie closed her mouth, but her eyes were still glancing at the fireplace... Her mother did not shy away from anything, and with a gesture of her hand, the letter flew in under an invisible force, and fell straight into the hands of Lady Camilla.

The mark on the fire paint wax seal was a triangular mark with a slightly complicated vine-like pattern and high elf language, and Nephi stared at it curiously...

"Arcane is Faith".

Nephie saw this clearly, but her mind was puzzled: she knew that her mother was an "arcane master", but she had never heard of anyone who had contacted her in such an unbelievable way...

And... What does that triangular mark represent?

Mrs. Camilla ignored Nefi's doubts, and when she opened the letter gently, her expression became more serious... Nefi was clever and immediately sensed the problem, she put down the bread in her hand and asked, "Mom?"

"Poof!"

The letter in Camilla's hand was shattered into dust with a bang, she suddenly got up, looked at the familiar scene around her with a somewhat blank look, and then stared at her daughter who was sitting on the chair and blinking curiously, and couldn't help but show a worried and reluctant look...

"Mom, what's going on?"

"I—" Mrs. Camilla was a rare speechman, but reason made her take a deep breath, and after getting rid of all superfluous emotions, she replied a little dryly: "Mommy wants to go out..."

"A long trip, far, far. ”

She looked at Nephie's little face that gradually revealed fear after his expression froze, and the guilt in her heart was irrepressibly diffused. Camila would love to say I'm not going, I'll stay here with you for the rest of my life... But when the words came to his lips, he became the last entrustment: "I don't know when I'll be back, so next, Nefi, you have to... Just..."

“... Lived alone. ”

Nephie opened her mouth slightly, staring straight at her mother, as if she didn't have a reaction to the fact that her mother was going to "abandon" her.

Camilla's heart ached so much that she felt her fingertips even pierce into her palms, but the order of the letter was the meaning of her existence - Camilla couldn't disobey it!

"I'll let Uncle Sam take good care of your life... All these books I left you should be studied well... I, I..."

Camila closed her mouth as her voice choked up and she couldn't go on anymore.

Nafi's eyes were already red, and tears were sliding down her cheeks, but she didn't cry, but she jumped off the bench, reached out and took her mother's hand, and whispered, "Mom, don't cry, I'll be obedient." ”

The mature performance of her daughter made Camilla's heart even more uncomfortable, but the order could not be changed after all... She knows that this is a lot of bad luck, and she can't even give a promise of "I'll be back"!

The order came down like a mountain, and she had no room to maneuver, and at this point she was in a state that was closer to preparing a "will": Camilla hurriedly approached Sam and his wife, explained the fact that she was leaving, and then turned away after hugging Nephi tightly, choking up and not saying anything more.

"Mom, where the hell are you going..."

Looking at her mother's back in the cold wind, Nephie finally couldn't help crying, but Camilla couldn't tell her where she was going in her life... Because of the danger there, she didn't want her daughter to get involved in her life.

"Elson... Are you finally going to wake up again? ”

She looked at the forest to the west and sighed softly.

At the same moment, Roddy was looking at the leather armor on the table in front of him.

With Su Lun's help, the two of them finally finished making two sets of leather armor - compared to the previous "Ranger Suit", these two sets of leather armor are definitely countless times stronger, because of the level increase and Su Lun's "tanning", they have become real "magic equipment"!

Nata's outfit is called the "Acupuncturer Set", while Roddy's set is called the "Behemoth Controller Set".

Roddy always felt that the name was a bit ironic for him - the snapping turtle "Nokia" he brought all the way was lying on his desk at this time, and Suren still thought it was a stone.

In Roddy's eyes, Nokia's current role is about the same as a "paperweight", and it is too far from the word "giant beast" - it is estimated that it will be another forty or fifty years before it can be called a "giant beast"?

There's really no hope... Fortunately, the magic pet can find three after the level is raised, this goods... There's no hope.

Su Lun on the side looked at these finished products with bright eyes, and his sense of accomplishment was overflowing, but Luo Di was sitting there in a daze.

Because he couldn't help but recall the last time he made a whole set of "magic equipment".

At this time, I can still remember that it was because the place where Roddy made that set of equipment was in that remote and remote village of Mogra - I remember that when I put the equipment on my body happily, the little witch with fiery red hair circled around me several times, and asked with sparkling eyes: "I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

"Hey, hey..."

At that time, Luo Di smiled very shyly, and the faint joy was hidden in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it openly.

"If you look at it this way, you're still quite handsome~"

"Let's go, let's go, don't show off, to celebrate you making these gears, I'm going to eat your roasted rabbit meat for dinner!

Luo Di looked at the leather armor in his hand, and said silently in Su Lun's puzzled gaze: "Okay... I promised you to do it as many times as you want. ”