In the cold wind of late autumn, a horse-drawn carriage drove through the streets paved with stones, and the sound of horses' hooves and wheels broke the morning fog that was gradually dissipating.

If only my sister didn't have a talent for magic, Tik thought, looking out of the carriage at the familiar streetscape that had grown smaller backwards, his heart mixed with emotions. Theoretically, it's about the same as the mood of a child on Earth who suddenly receives a move from their parents and leaves overnight.

Tik is eleven years old, his father, who was a tailor for the lord of the city's family, gave him gray hair, and his mother, who was a retired maid, gave him high eyebrows and dark eyes, and he was generally a slightly handsome child, and he was able to help his father make clothes. However, the magic aspect has not been favored by the heavens, and for three consecutive springs, he has eaten and drunk in the mage tower in the city, but no magic medium has been communicated.

Originally, this was not a problem. None of the known relatives of either parent have ever been magically gifted, and it can be said that they have been ordinary people for generations. So everyone easily accepted the fact that Tik was also an ordinary person, until Tik's eight-year-old sister Tiris, accidentally injured this spring, and the abnormal healing speed made the whole family rejoice: my family has a magical talent, and it is still a rare water system.

By the way, there are 'pink eye' patients everywhere, and given the status of Tik's mother's maid, gossip about doubts about Tyris's real father soon arises. However, the castle lord's house is earthy, and Tiris's gray hair is unique in the city, so this vicious message gradually dissipated.

A small phoenix flies out of the chicken nest, and those who are fathers and mothers are naturally happy and proud, but those who are brothers may not be, especially when the family is not wealthy. Compared to the earth, if it is a family in the ravine that barely eats, the elder brother is mediocre, but the younger sister was admitted to the provincial key high school at the age of eight, and her subsequent development is self-evident.

So Tik spent the whole summer in pain, after all, the tilt of resources was the instinctive choice of his parents, and the tilted Tik's status plummeted, until this time, in late autumn, wearing only a single coat, was squeezed into the coldest corner of the back of the carriage, even if there was a small stove in the carriage, it was still shivering from the chill that had accumulated overnight.

Everything is to blame on Tik, Tik had such a thought again, subconsciously leaned into the carriage, and the mother who was pushed turned her head to glance at Tik, and then untied the cloak, and covered his sister Tix in Tike's complicated gaze, making the little girl who was already a little bloated because of her clothes look like a fat snowman.

Tik shifted his body towards the open space behind the carriage, gritted his teeth, and looked at the unfamiliar neighborhood behind the carriage, suddenly feeling that it was not so cold outside.

Soon after, the carriage stopped in a nondescript courtyard, and the first thing Tik noticed as he stepped out of the carriage was the towering Mage's Tower not far away, which seemed to be the city's artisan quarter. But then, Tik's eyes were drawn to the dense vines on the outer wall of the two-story building in the courtyard, because the emerald green appearance in the cold wind was too different from the other plants that could be found everywhere in the city.

From the shape of the leaves and the unique sucker structure that emerged from the vine's leaf joints, Tik recognized that it was a very common vine, and although it could not be named, there was a large one on the north wall of the castle lord's storage room. Probably because of the characteristic hand characteristics of boys at this age, Tik pulled off a black cone the size of a little fingernail, and stuffed it into his mouth with a burst of sweetness and sourness. I wanted to eat another one, but the back of my hand hurt sharply, but I was beaten with rattan.

Tik turned his head and saw an old man dressed as a valet with round eyes and a gesture to twitch again. Because he was the son of a tailor in the lord's house, unlike a commoner or coolie, he was not false to these manservants, after all, if Tik's craftsmanship could not be recognized by the lord of the city after a few years, he would become an ordinary manservant, so he just grimaced, and ran to his parents' side in a few steps, and his eyes still fell on those little black cones.

After a few simple conversations confirming their identity, the family was invited into a small two-story building and turned two corners to a room with a very strange layout. In the middle of the room was a half-man-high earthen platform made of pure metal, and the four walls and the floor ceiling were covered with the same vines as the exterior walls, and they were very regular, as if they had been carefully adjusted.

Soon, something even more stunned happened, when the iron box that had just been packed into his father was opened again, it was empty. Without waiting for Tik to recover or resist out of fear, he was stuffed inside, but when the iron door opened again, his parents and sisters, who had just disappeared, were already waiting outside.

Immediately afterward, a beautiful big sister dressed as a maid at the door of the vine room respectfully greeted in the standard lingua franca, "Welcome to the Tro Territory under Lord Evan!"

Tick, who has a limited level of lingua franca but is increasingly observant, notices that when his father hands over the identification papers, the maid sister still smiles, but it seems that something is missing.

Led by a manservant, the family left the room, and the completely different scenery outside made Tik understand what he had just experienced, it was actually the legendary spatial teleportation exclusive to qi magicians, so this place was undoubtedly the Tro Collar mentioned by his parents last night. This unexpected encounter and new environment made the eleven-year-old boy completely forget about the cold, and his eyes widened and he looked around curiously.

Among the tall trees, there were seven or eight floors of square buildings that were as tall as the Hometown Mage Tower, and each building had a huge jar on top of it that contained more than just something. The windows were divided into nine pieces by wooden strips, each of which was embedded with expensive transparent colorless glass, which was a treatment only in the study of the lord of the city. Several protruding balconies have been hung with clothes to dry, apparently occupied. When he learned from the manservant who led the way that his family would also live in such a house, Tik was excited, but when he saw that not far ahead, his parents were holding his sister with one hand, and his slightly better mood fell again in a trembling.

Without waiting for the family to enter the new house, a maid sister who was more beautiful than the maid waiting at the door of the vine teleportation room trotted after her, and after confirming her identity, she said that a big man had summoned her and asked Tik's father to move. And to Tik's surprise, this time the father actually remembered himself, and persuaded the maid to let him accompany him as an assistant. Tik naturally couldn't disobey, and looked at his father's back along the way, and his heart became entangled again.

After walking a short distance, father and son were led into a huge study, and behind the desk by the window sat a dark-haired and yellow-skinned man, about twenty years old, with an ordinary appearance but a happy smile on his face, talking something to the two maids in an unknown language. The two maids, one blonde and blue-eyed, the other with short black skin, stood with their hands down like a wooden clay sculpture, without any intention of responding.

"You're Mr. Tailor, aren't you?" asked the man, smiling a little more as Tik's father entered, and in a strangely accented lingua franca.

"It's the villain. "With many years of experience in serving the Lord, Father Tik could tell that this was a great man who was not inferior to the lord of the city, and of course he paid his respects with the most ceremonial gestures he had ever known.

"Alright, stop jumping!" the brunette man waved his bare elbows impatiently. "Let's get down to business!"

"As you wish, my lord. Tik's father stopped in embarrassment, but he almost flashed his waist.

However, just when Tik wondered what the big man was doing to have anything to do with his father, who was a tailor, he saw the dark-skinned and short-haired maid hand over a few portrait drawings. The girl's clothes are mainly black and white, but a large area of skin on the thighs, abdomen and shoulders is exposed, and it has a peculiar charm, which inexplicably makes people blush and heartbeat.

"This ...... What does that mean?" Tik's father asked, looking at it a few times, puzzled.

"Of course, it's a new set of maid clothes. The dark-haired and yellow-skinned man jumped up from his seat and pushed the blonde maid into the middle of the room, guttering with a broken arm and muttering at high speed in strange language. The dark-skinned, short-haired maid behind her began to translate, and the content was all kinds of small details that could not be expressed in the pictures.

Tik's father wanted to say no, because he was simply designing clothes for the lowest prostitutes, but after much thought, he finally gave in. The city lord is already in debt because of a certain decision, and he is waiting to starve to death when he returns there, not to mention that he may not be willing to let himself go back alive, how can a small tailor afford the price of this kind of magic in space.

The villain understood. I wonder how much time the villain has to complete the task?"

"There's no time limit, but start now. The black-haired, yellow-skinned man waved his broken arm, and the maid who stood there went out, and soon moved a large number of utensils under the bewildered gaze of Tik's father.

Needless to say, the sewing needles were not bone, but thin iron needles, which were only qualified to be used by the tailors of the legendary royal family. What surprised the father and son even more was an iron tool called scissors, which was heavy enough to make two daggers, and the troop was wasting expensive iron on tailor's tools.

"Right here?"

"Of course, I can guide at any time, and of course there are two beautiful maids who can try them on at any time. ”

"As you wish, my lord. ”

In this way, the father and son got busy. To be honest, everything in such an environment is impeccable, and the cold basement provided by the city lord's mansion in his hometown is dozens of times stronger, but the only thing that makes Tik slightly dissatisfied is that the big man's mouth is really broken, and he keeps saying something in strange language, regardless of whether he responds or not, he takes care of himself, laughing for a while, and then whining and pretending to cry. But even so, the speed of reviewing the documents is not slow at all, and from time to time the dark-skinned short-haired maid is asked to do some translation work and flirt a few words.

By the way, the names of the characters in the study were also secretly remembered by the father and son. The black-haired and yellow-skinned big man is called Lord Jiao Ming, the black-skinned and short-haired maid who also serves as a translator is called Dieda, the blonde and blue-eyed maid is called Linna, and the rest of the male and female servants who come in and out are obviously headed by Dieda, and although everyone is respectful to Lord Jiao Ming, they have a little unnatural feeling.

It wasn't until noon that the servants drove the cart full of food into the study, and the tailors sewed the simpler stockings. What the two didn't expect was that the beautiful maid with blond hair and blue eyes had no choice but to put on a new outfit after listening to a few words from Lord Jiao Ming.

Lord Jiao Ming admired it while thinking about it, as if he was commenting, and then began to eat with a satisfied smile. But this good mood did not last long, after the meal, when a document was delivered to the desk, in addition to joy and sorrow, the man showed an angry look and scolded loudly.

Tik struggled to shrink his body and reduce his presence, only to find that his father was too. Soon, however, the father and son realized that this did not seem to be their real anger. Lord Jiao Ming actually scolded wildly, so he calmly asked the maid to translate it into lingua franca, and then scolded loudly, and repeated the content of the scolding just now in a somewhat strange way, and then wrote while chanting until the whole vulgar and vicious content was memorized.

Is this scolding the street or learning a foreign language, is it a performance or is it a true expression? Tik looked at the man behind the large desk, and finally found someone in his heart who gave him a similar feeling, a mad cousin of the city lord. The next document still made Master Jiao Ming furious, this time the target of the insult was a group of 'conservative' magicians, on the grounds that they could not recognize the importance of a certain magical research, and actually refused to participate in it.

Of course, these are all guesses from the translation of the maid, and to Tik's trembling body, this magical research seems to allow ordinary people to gain the ability to communicate with magical mediums. At this point, a flame ignited in Tik's heart. If this is the case, all the problems caused by my sister will be solved.

The experiences of the whole summer are flowing through my mind, but the characters are replaced, and my parents take good care of me and are indifferent to my sister. Whether it's food or clothing, everything...... An eleven-year-old boy caught in a fantasy is unable to even sketch a more glamorous future because of his limited knowledge.

Until all fantasies are awakened by a kick in the ass.

"Get to work!" Tik's father urged in a low voice, his tone cold and hard, his eyes vicious.

And this seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, Tik put down the fabric in his father's stunned eyes, dodged his father's big hand, came to Master Jiao Ming, who was talking to himself, knelt down with a puff, and said in an unskilled general: "I am willing to be an experimental material for adults, please let me obtain the power of magic." ”

The entire study fell silent, and Tik suddenly remembered the public execution he had seen last year, and at this time he seemed to be a death row prisoner waiting for the magical power to come, and the slight difference was that he had another possibility besides being killed by him: a new life. And when Lord Jiao Ming's wild laughter resounded in the study, Tik knew that he had obtained the latter. 10