As Alshumia stared at the figure on the windowsill, a professional term popped into her mind that made her feel bad.

- Thief!

"Let me tell you first, there's nothing to steal here!" Arshumia grabbed the broom leaning against the door, held it to her chest like a weapon, and summoned up the courage to say loudly to Mr. Thief, "I advise you to go back!" ”

Discovered by the owner who had already returned and warned him seriously, the thief not only had no intention of escaping, but turned his head and greeted the owner who was standing in front of the door with a vigilant face, "Lovely young lady, don't you plan to listen to my self-introduction before driving me away?" ”

The silver-white mask on his face was faintly misted in the light, and in the mist, under the mask, a pair of black eyes as pure as obsidian were carrying a seven-point smile and a three-point banter, he hooked his lips, and regardless of whether Archhumia was willing to listen, he introduced himself, "As you can see, I'm a thief, but I've been working part-time lately. ”

His beautiful lips were closed one by one, and his slightly long black hair fell into the air, revealing beautiful curved cheeks and smooth chin.

It would have been an extremely pleasing picture, with the boy talking in a soft voice against the moonlight, lazy and mysterious. But his rough and unpleasant voice ruined the perfect picture.

Arshumia looked him up and down, he was indeed wearing the uniform of the postal agency, and the magic pattern on the uniform could not be forged.

But he's already admitted he's a thief! Where is a thief who works part-time as a postman? Even this uniform may have been stolen by him from somewhere, and the third watch visited her room in the middle of the night without knocking, where could this be to deliver a letter?

As if he understood Archhumia's thoughts, he snorted softly, his pretty eyes narrowed slightly, and stretched out his hand out the window.

A snow-white butterfly flew from the darkness and landed lightly on his outstretched finger. He suddenly withdrew his hand, and the white butterfly, which had lost its fulcrum, flapped its wings again, and after hovering in the air extremously, the butterfly landed on the boy's shoulder, where it slowly flipped its wings.

Ashumia's gaze was immediately intrigued, and she looked earnestly at the white butterfly perched on Mr. Thief's shoulder.

Even the antennae of the butterfly are white.,The head that was supposed to be round has distinct edges.,The wings that keep stirring are regular prisms.,The eyes are two small black dots.。。

Ashumia rubbed her eyes in surprise, she couldn't be dazzled, right? That beautiful and flexible butterfly is actually paper folded!

"Are you...... Enchanter? Looking at the beautiful paper butterfly in amazement, Ashumia thought for a long time before she spit out a sentence.

What Archhumia asked was actually a nonsense, even in the kingdom where humans live, there is a strict system of selection, through which almost everyone of the right age has the opportunity to enter the Academy of Magic and become a magician. Magicians can actually be said to be a general term, whether it is a very small number of outstanding people or most mediocre people, they can be called magicians.

The exception to this is Archumia, who seems to have been excluded from the school selection. But her very surprised reaction seemed to be undeserved, whether it was the city of Kalman where she used to live or the city of Dechar where she lived now, they all belonged to the kingdom of human beings, the Kingdom of Adrien. There are a total of thirty-two cities under the Kingdom of Adrian, and these thirty-two cities are mainly inhabited by humans with low magical talents, even if the kingdom has long followed the example of other races and implemented a learning selection system, but due to the constraints of talent, nine out of ten human magicians can only use the simplest basic magic in their lifetime.

This seems to give life to the magic that gives life to paper butterflies, which is never seen in the backward city of Dechar.