"Hey, Boone, I have brought you dried fish" Amanda squatted in front of a black kitten with a blue nose and swollen face after practicing in the afternoon, and teased the little milk cat with a childish look with dried fish. They are children, and there is almost no other life except training every day, and Al has a freshly weaned little black cat, which makes Amanda get carried away with what he likes, and he takes care of him more often than Al cares.

Al also has a blue nose and swollen face. At the beginning of the new year, the heirs to whom Oret has the right to inherit must graduate from the boy boy camp. Horettes all over the country sent their heirs of the right age to the boy boy camp. Including several noble young masters. Listening to Amanda, one of them, Lu Oman, had already become a disciple of Herbert, the Three Sword Saints of the Empire, so he came in under the last age limit. At noon that day, he competed with everyone in the extra seat. The lively boy camp completely stimulates the aggressive nature of the little Aulets, and several of them have awakened the bloodline: good fighting. The little ones who didn't stimulate the bloodline seemed to be good at fighting themselves.

Perhaps because he had been explained, he endured the whip given to him by the old captain of the guard, who did not look at him differently.

Maybe it was because of Lu Aoman's inheritance or the name of the disciple of the Sword Saint, everyone just made him understand the rules of strength in the boy camp, and did not beat him too badly. This left Brent full of dissatisfaction.

Al placed the milk soaked in honey bread in front of the kitten, leaned back in the chair and applied hot water to his face. Amanda also put a hot towel on her face and lay on Al's bed and complained to Al about who is mean, who is really ruthless, who is really powerful, and must look good tomorrow for these people. As she spoke, Amanda went to the yard in a huff to train herself. Even if Amanda doesn't wake up and gluttony, she will definitely be a strong man in the future.

Boone, the little milk cat, jumped on the chair and talked to Al affectionately. Al played with it for a while, and then began his own practice, first memorizing the pronunciation of all the magical languages, elves, and nether languages that he knew, and then reciting Oret's immortal poems in a different language. When he said goodbye to Mr. Zefnaia, the interesting and generous elder Mr. Zefnaia gave him a manuscript of poetry full of elven art, very, very thick poems. Al, who has mastered the pronunciation enough, has taught himself the words of the elves. Although Al is grateful to Mr. Zefnaia, he plans to sneak into Mr. Zefnaia's house to peek at his books, much to Al's guilt.

There are many kinds of magicians' magicians, magical creatures with magical abilities summoned from the other world with specific spells, partnership contracts with certain wonderful creatures in the real world, and life transformation. The demon is the magician's pet, messenger, and most trusted companion. Al prepares to transform three-month-old Boone into his own demon. At this time, the cat owner Boone was already very large, and Al coaxed it for a long time to trick the energetic and lively Boone into the center of the magic circle at night. He used the tools he made to accurately reproduce the circle recorded by Master Lynch. Then he held a moon stone, a gem with magical powers, which he had bought with a shy face with the money he had stolen from his brother Tao. He stood on the edge of the magic circle and began to use his magic power to match the incantation and make a childish chant.

"Announce" The magic array on the floor instantly glowed with blue light

"I am here to call the contract of the scales" The light in the magic array showed a scale

"I am your lord, and you are my eyes" The light of the scales encompasses Al and Boone

"Pact Established!Activation: Lynch's Demon Transformation!"

The blue magic array instantly wrapped around Boone in the middle as if it were activated, and Boone tilted his head to look at Al curiously, allowing those fantastic spells to climb up his body. Boone's eyes changed from childish curiosity to depth. As the light ended, it meowed softly. A childish and cold voice appeared in Al's head.

"Stupid humans" "Where are my little dried fish"

Demon transformation is usually for ordinary creatures, who are generally weak in combat and do not have those strange abilities. On the other hand, they are normal, and they don't emit any magical aura and fluctuations, and no one will notice the difference unless they expose themselves. Boone was ready to infiltrate Mr. Zephnaia's study, and Lynch's spell of demonic transformation imparted silence and graceful agility in addition to the standard enhanced creature abilities, such as running faster and being healthier than his peers. In addition, the caster of the spell in the demon transformation has made a contract mark with the demon, which can make the demon's special spells have a longer effective distance, such as the demon's eye and the demon's incarnation.

After serving Boone to eat milk and dried fish, Boone agreed to Al Cast. Al recited a mantra with his hand on his right eye, and gradually Al's right eye changed to a black vertical pupil. In his right eye, he saw a boy kneeling on the ground, with white skin and a strong body, but a little fat because of his short stature, which was Al himself. The magical change made Al excited, and he played with Boone's perspective for a long time, and by the way, he tested the time and distance, and Al recalled Boone to disarm the spell.

Although Al was excited about the success of the spell and the imminent implementation of the plan, he still meditated on his spirit, and then used Oret's special breathing method to calm his mind and fall asleep quickly.

But once people have hope for things that they have longed for for a long time, they will be different.

"Al, why are your hands so heavy today" Amanda took a punch from the excited Al, and just opened her mouth to complain, she was still thrown out by a series of side kicks and leg sweeps by Al. "Huh, are your hands heavy?" Al was dumbfounded, still excitedly fantasizing about which book to read first at night.

Al's sudden astonishing performance stunned everyone by knocking out the streak-winning Amanda.

"Of course it's heavy, why are you excited today" "Ah, I didn't pay attention, I'm sorry Amanda" Al hurriedly went to help Amanda, Al just squatted down, and suddenly someone kicked him forward and fell on top of Amanda.

"Hurry up and fight, grind" Awakened to the warlike Lu Oman arrogantly crossed his arms and looked at Al, amused because of his short stature. But no one will be happy to be kicked, and Al, who has always been decent, is excited that he can finally steal books everywhere to read, and this excitement is even more angry when he is disturbed.

Like Brute, Routaman is also the direct heir of the Iron Will. The order is two places lower than Brut, but the Ruoman Mother Clan is another Sword Saint family with the same name as the Iron Blood Family. Ao Man has been studying under the contemporary Swift Sword Saint Herbert since he was a child, and it was not until this year that he stepped into the boy boy camp in his last years. It was also his recent fight with Lu Oman that won and lost each other, and the two had a feud at a young age, and they were quite ruthless.

Al got up and stepped into the special space for sparring, his right leg retreated, and his hands pulled back and forth to use Auret's secret technique. Seeing that Al, who had always behaved ordinarily, was able to use Orette's secret technique, Lu Aoman's face became more serious. He also mobilized the muscles of the whole body by pushing on the ground with his hind legs, and used his cohesion. Because he is good at fighting bloodlines, he uses cohesion more easily, and he also steals some of Al's power skills.

Looman came first, and when he finished gathering his strength, he flew and knelt into it. Even if he didn't wake up to fight, it was Aulet's nature to be belligerent, and Al made a frontal stance, passed sideways with Rouman, grabbed Rouoman with his backhand when he brushed his body, and threw it into the sky with a twist. In fact, the airdrop fall still has to be taken to the feet, but Al still remembers the identity of Lu Oman's heir, and the air drop of cohesion is enough for Lu Oman. The equally sturdy Rouman was still eight or nine meters high, fell to the ground and vomited blood. Fortunately, the people in this world generally have high physical fitness, and Lu Oman is the blood of Auret, and the ground is still soft soil, but it is enough for Rou Oman to rest for two days.

The little ones who were close to Al and Amanda were the first to cheer, and they didn't have any scruples about Rouman's identity. This is the energy and tradition of Oret. A failure is a failure, and it cannot be denied because of status.

Al's brain reacts quickly, his hands are fast, he thinks about the last three moves in one move, and he won three games in a row before being beaten, and finally came up with a bit of Orete's iron-blooded pride.

After venting a bit, I finally got rid of my excitement. After Al and Amanda went back, Amanda thought that she had been beaten by her younger brother and lost face, so she began to train again. Al added milk to Boone and began to prepare for the operation after dark.

Three moons shone brightly in the sky, and Boone slipped out of Al's window, and ran all the way through the rooftops, taking advantage of the night, the color of his skin, and bypassing the guards on the walls of the inner city, all the way to Mr. Zefnaia's house. There was no light leaking through the window in the study, so Boone climbed up to the roof, turned around to find a window, and crept in. There weren't many servants on patrol late at night, and most of them stayed downstairs. Boone glanced at Mr. Zephnaia's room, and when he saw that Mr. Zefnaia was asleep, he went into the study lightly. Looking at the rows of books on the shelves, it is like a thief seeing the wealth of a dragon, like an addict finding hope for a night out. Found the innermost place, climbed up to the bookshelf, lurked for a while, and then quietly stretched out two cat's paws, curled the tail and carried the book to the top of the shelf, through Boone's night vision, through the inner city and the outer city of a dozen streets, looking hungrily. Boone's ears are particularly sensitive, and the people patrolling the aisles, the sound of Mr. Zefonaya's dry cough and drinking water will alert Al. Al has a mirror memory, and after a while, he flipped through a book, and read more than a dozen books in just three hours.

He knew that Mr. Zephnaia had a habit of waking up early, so he hurriedly asked Boone to come back when it was almost time. Al treated Boone with hot milk and beef jerky, and quickly took a deep breath in Orette's secret legend before falling asleep. An hour later, I woke up again, but I didn't show any tiredness. He left milk and things for Boone, who was resting, and hurried out to report to the boy boy camp with Amanda, who was already waiting. The prolonged use of the Demon Eye made him very tired, and his right eye twitched and ached slightly, and he had to squint his eyes to hide it. It looks like he didn't wake up.

No one saw anything in the day's training, but during the sparring session, Rouman was the first to stand up and look at Al.

"Thomas, come out and let me wash away yesterday's shame!"

In Oretri, regardless of status, men, women, and children, the challenge of the people is sacred and cannot be denied. Al endured mental exhaustion and went up to fight Rouman. Today's Al, like the usual Al, defended calmly, and pushed Rouoman to the ground when he saw an opportunity, like a child fighting. The little Aulets around laughed, and Lu Oman blushed angrily, but to no avail.

Albain meditates in the bath to refresh his spirits. Boone, who had slept all day, also lay in the water and stuck out his tongue with a comfortable expression.

When the three moons rose into the sky, Boone turned into a black shadow, like a direct express train carrying Al's hope on the path of knowledge.