The blue waters gradually attach a layer of dusk, and the blood-red sunset is like a narrow coastline, accompanied by the sparkling sea surface to form a beautiful oil painting.

Mebes stood on the towering plank and enjoyed the sea and the sunset, leaning sleepily on the black slate, and after a while slowly walked to the dining area.

There were only a few people left on the spacious tables and chairs that used to be noisy, and the slender and toned figure of the young man stepped into it, looked around, and sat down quietly in a place with few people, waiting for Philock's arrival.

As twilight fell, the sparse talents soon converged. Mebis was surprised to find that two different groups of talents were distinctly separated, and although they seemed to be dense, neither of them was very close to each other.

There were also many talented people who looked at Mebis with burning eyes, but the young man pretended to have a breezy expression, and sat coldly on the black pedal board, so that some people who seemed to want to talk to him could not stop talking.

"Okay, respected Mr. Nusi, welcome to sit for a long time"

The four-meter-tall sturdy fish-man strode in and bowed in an unobtrusive lingua franca, a little comical, but one could feel that it was full of sincerity, very different from the previous executioner who explained softly to people, but obeyed orders bloody and ruthless.

"Sure enough, preparation can't be compared with formal~" Mebis thought slowly.

The fish-man stretched out its white-gray giant tongue and licked its sharp teeth, and then said,

"I love Wizard Defilroco the most, and I'm going to cook you a dish of his whoosh"

"Now I would like to invite the Cuban adults to play the opening again~"

Wado, who has a loud voice, enthusiastically serves as the host to explain to them, of course, it is much better to skim off the crooked accent. The usual ball roll gave Mebis a glimpse of the wizard who had manipulated him repeatedly.

Thick brown wool curls around his ears to his neck, two embroidery needle-like eyes, and his cherry red lips looked much smaller than his round head.

The slightly shy Cuba obviously didn't really like the eyes of others, but Mebis didn't think that the hasty-looking and shy guy in front of him was weaker than Philock.

And looking at the first two times he played weird music on a large scale, the strong hunger desire before he lost consciousness was definitely a strong man who was not easy to mess with.

Cuba suddenly conjured a wooden chair and a set of violins in the classical style of the lute, and said to them,

"I'll perform a song "The Devil's Trill" for everyone"

Then he sat on a small wooden chair, set up the violin on his thick shoulder, pulled the bow with his left hand, and played it with a solemn expression.

“do.re.do.do。。。。“

The low sound of the piano rises and falls with the Cuban bow, and the baby is interested in transferring the light to Cuba who is addicted to playing, and in the darkness, the fat figure is full of indescribable holiness under the day.

The talented people present, including Mebes, strangely felt a touch of hunger like a flame, swaying slowly in the body, and with the ups and downs of the piano sound, like a fierce flame rising sharply....

Where could Mebes, who was originally particularly sensitive to hunger, swallow and swallow the saliva secreted by him, and for a while, in addition to the sound of music, there was a cooing sound in the dining area.

Cuba played wildly without stopping the rhythm at all, the volume gradually increased, the gills on Wado's cheeks were tightly closed, covering his ears, and he looked a little flustered? The music shifts from graceful to harsh, and the unbearable Mebis bites his pale lip to vent the pain caused by his hunger.

He tried to cover his ears, but the magic sound pierced his palm and began to vibrate in the sea of knowledge. The gifted people at the table were no better, their faces were pale and cold sweat were revealed, they clutched their stomachs and shouted in a low voice, lying on the blackboard chair unevenly.

"Wake up!!"

A roar with a scorching roar suddenly brought the chaotic scene to a halt, and the fiery red young Philoc looked at the crazy musician with a little helplessness.

The latter looked around in confusion, his fat fingers rubbing his slit-like eyes, and his round body turned to Philock, his fat brow furrowed, and he showed a puzzled expression at him, as if he wanted him to explain what had just happened.

"Uh~ I forgot again"

Philoc closed his eyes and let out a groan, and it took a long time to open his brown-red eyes, and said solemnly to the hazy Cuba,

"You've almost starved to death another batch of talented, really, how many times have you said don't play your art casually"

"Forgot the gap between them and us?"

After all, it was his few friends, and Philoc still restrained him, and someone else had already gone over to greet him a few times.

Seeing that the other party is still in a sluggish state,

"Are there any side effects of the magic sound fruit... You deserve it, you guy, you didn't deal with it in a hurry."

Shaking his head gently, he instructed Waduo, who was not far away, to send him back to the bedroom to rest.

The fishman, who had long been hungry and weak-footed, struggled to support this Roshan and left the dining area step by step.

"If these are all dead, I guess Wizard Taylor will be so anxious that he will hit his head against the wall and roll around in front of him."

Philoc noticed Mebes, whose face was unusually pale, and his eyelids moved slightly.

"Nice spirit cloud, I want to think about it, the transcendent spirit one? Hey? There seems to be another one, I'll take a look."

He glanced around, frowning a little wistfully,

"Eh, I'm going to die if I'm not careful, the transcendent spiritual cloud talent who is unique in a thousand miles has been neglected by myself like this, it's better not to tell others about this matter, otherwise I will deduct another reward for this trip."

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Lord Philoc, who felt wise about himself, secretly finalized this matter.

Then he looked at the crowd and smiled very satisfied,

"There was a little bit of an emergency, and as an apology, I'm going to reveal a little bit of the core concept of wizarding for you."

"Here we are."

Mebis looked at the Philoc usher who was about to start the novice mode, and thought to himself.

"Where to start, I haven't used these things in a long time... It's too profound for you to understand.."

The fiery red eyebrows were furrowed, and Philoc, who was secretly thinking, then turned pale, as if he thought of something.

"A sorcerer, in a broad sense, pursues his own strength, constantly acquires knowledge in order to embark on the path of truth, and ultimately realizes his self-worth. ~”

"It's not good.. Wizards are unscrupulous in order to evolve, constantly plundering other civilizations to increase their heritage, continue to plunder, accumulate knowledge, or plunder, and finally completely control what you covet~. ”

"Well, this is my opinion on wizards, as for the introductory knowledge of wizards, I will naturally hand it over to your enlightenment mentor when I return to the academy."

Philocopen's face glowed a little red, and he slowly spoke to them.

The face of the young Bai Zhe shone brightly, and the veil of wizard mystery had been slowly lifted for him, and the world of knowledge and magic was intertwined.