(Don't you say there is a double, why hasn't it started yet?) Could it be that he was fooled)

Little Flemann was speechless about Garza's teasing.

Those who are proficient in using the basic magic circle are called the First Ring Mage, and those who can make two magic circles stack to produce new effects are called Double Ring Mages, and so on, if you want to become a fourteen ring mage, you need to make fourteen different basic magic circles stack each other. This kind of overlay will certainly bring very powerful results, but for the current little Fryman, it is really unattainable.

Don't talk about him, even the woman in front of him who is called an old witch by outsiders, although she always says that she is strong, she also admits that her rank is only eleven rings. According to Gartha, the true Fourteen Rings Mage has actually entered the realm of demigods. She had seen many such strong men before, but only before.

Galtha sometimes goes back and forth about histories that little Fryman doesn't even know, and that sounds as unattainable as far away in the clouds. As for the so-called scene of the Fourteen Ring Mages everywhere, let alone seeing, even imagining it is impossible to imagine. There are demigods everywhere! What kind of spectacle should that be? If there were so many demigods, how could Garza and Galvin be reduced to such a state. Especially Galvin, little Fleman's former teacher, who is said to have the ability of the Ten Rings, but under the siege of those papal lackeys, he simply did not last long.

"A braggart old witch, and a braggart old witch."

This is what little Fryman said about these two teachers, and in turn, he has some doubts about everything he has learned. Liliang of Magic and Magic Array. Is it really that powerful?

Garza after uttering such a banter as the Fourteen Rings Mage. It also seems to touch some places in my heart. There was silence for a while. It wasn't until little Fryman sat up that Garsa woke up from her memories, she turned her head to look at the disciple in front of her, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I've not been in a good mood lately, and I've always been in a bit of a trance." ”

A witch who is more polite than any nobleman, and if this kind of thing were told to the nobles of Burgundy, it would only become a joke in their mouths. Little Fryman didn't care, though. He had already seen too many truths from Galvin that were covered up by the Holy See. Therefore, for Garsa's daoqian, little Fryman just shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, Granny Garza, if you are not feeling well, we can continue the magic class tomorrow, as well as the practice of those magic arrays." ”

"No, let's go on," Gartha shook her head, and she sat up straight. Whispered, "You have learned all the magic circles of the embellishment system, and there are a total of 234 of these basic magic arrays. Proper nesting and superimposition will allow you to cope with most situations. However, your experience is limited to understanding and learning, and you still have a long way to go before you can master and become proficient in using these magic circles. So far, you're not even a one-ring mage, and it's hard to protect yourself on this shijie. Especially the papal fools, who have a better sense of smell for heretics and magicians than dogs, and if they find out about your existence, the consequences are unimaginable. Little Freiman, you must master the use of these circles as soon as possible, instead of always cowardly surviving under our protection. ”

Little Fryman whispered, "But, before I came to you, I used a magic circle to kill a knight, a real knight. ”

"It's just an emergency and you haven't learned how to use these things smoothly on a day-to-day basis. You don't have magic into your life, and without that, you're nothing. ”

Gartha flipped the scroll in her hand and whispered, "Little Fryman, you can't always put your hopes in the protection of others, or the occasional explosion of the magic array. You have to go out of your own way. ”

Little Fryman was a little hesitant, no, he wanted to hesitate. In the past, he would always be like this, but today it is not like this, I don't know when, his heart is full of courage. It was a feeling that he had never felt before, and it made his whole body look a lot stronger. Inspired by such a sudden appearance of courage, little Fryman asked, "So, what circle do you review first?" ”

Little Fryman's change made Garza stunned, she paused as she looked at the scroll, then slowly shifted her gaze, looked at little Fryman like a monster, and said with a smile: "What made you suddenly have this transformation?" In the past, you wouldn't have been as active in mastering and using magic circles as you are now. ”

Seeing that little Fryman was ready for everything, Gartha pointed outside the room and said, "Winter is coming, I haven't been used to the cold here, you see, the wood outside is ready." If you can break down the wood for me in 3 magic hours, I think it must be a pretty great thing for me. Of course, I'd like you to use only the 3 base circles in one branch of the Embellishment system to solve this problem. The dragon language or the dragon power or the dragon's eye branch are all controlled by yourself. Remember, don't use too many base circles, one branch, three circles. ”

Little Fryman looked outside, and looked down from the big tree's hut to see that the wood that Gartha had prepared was indeed stacked. But looking at the size of the woods, each one requires three adults to hug a thick trunk, and there are at least three such trunks, all of which are upper haode fir trunks. The incisions in these trunks were very neat, very different from those cut by a large axe. What's more, these fir trees are obviously very heavy, and it would be very difficult for any of them to move here from the felling ground, but now, the trouble of these trunks neatly is underneath the treehouse, and there is no trace of dragging around.

"That's what you did? Granny Garza? ”

"Don't call me mother-in-law, I've said it many times, call me teacher, teacher. Those trunks aren't a difficult opponent, and don't be too surprised, you can do it all very easily when you reach the 6-Ring Mage. ”

"6 rings?"

Little Flemanu pursed his lips and whispered, "I don't even have a 1-ring mage, after all, I'm just a junior apprentice." ”

"Come on, little Fryman, I've made quite a few white sausages this morning. Remember the old saying here, the white intestine should not hear the noon church sound. It's the most delicious breakfast, and if you can finish it early, come up and drink a glass of goat's milk, and eat the white sausage that I made with my own hands by Teacher Garza, how pleasant it would be. ”

Hearing the white intestine, little Fryman's mind involuntarily had that unforgettable taste. The sausage made with pork and beef foam and the refreshing cardamom are unimaginable without experiencing it yourself. The problem is that once you taste it, you miss it even more.

What's more, the white sausage made by Granny Garza has a strange taste that cannot be matched in Munich, and anyone who eats it once may never forget this taste for the rest of their lives.

Think of these sausages on top of sour cabbage, a hard piece of multigrain bread, and a cup of steaming goat's milk on top. What a pleasure it must have been for breakfast with such sumptuous food, and little Fryman believed that even the great nobles of Württemberg would not have such an experience. Not in a lifetime.

"Oh my God, Granny Garza, you've left me with no strength."

Little Fryman wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and jumped from the high treehouse, twenty feet tall was nothing to him now. While this height may hurt most people, little Fryman is used to it. Faster than ever, he had rushed to his target in a puff of smoke. This time, the accumulation of haode wood was no longer a bitter trial, in the eyes of little Fryman, these woods had become his father's killer, and all hatred had to be resolved as soon as possible.

The scent of white sausages was already faintly floating on the treehouse, and the scent of Granny Garza's muffled voice in the treehouse made little Fryman realize that the makers of white sausages had begun to destroy the mouth-watering breakfasts. If he couldn't move any faster, he would probably end up facing the sour cabbage leaves that Granny Garsha had eaten, as well as the already cold goat's milk.

He had no doubt about it, because he had experienced it many times before that, and breakfast had become a sad memory for him. Now he is absolutely unwilling to let this sadness continue, finish his work as soon as possible and have a beautiful breakfast, which is what little Fryman is now pursuing. He is willing to take this as a lifelong pursuit, if the white intestine at the table is willing to wait for him all the time.

Standing in front of the wood, something very strange happened, and the impatience that had been when I saw the target of the trial calmed down in an instant. Little Fryman's mind suddenly floated a large number of circle configurations, and compared to the previous memories of the circle, this time the memory was clearer and more accurate. He even had a feeling that the circles that came to his mind were more precise and pure than the ones he had learned from Gartha and Galvin.

Shaking his head, little Fryman put all these distractions away, stared at the wood, closed his eyes and pondered.

After a few seconds, he raised his hand, touched the wood, and whispered.

The subtle sound of "bang bang bang" erupted one after another, and three gear halos rotating at different speeds exploded one after another on Xiao Yan's body, and cut into those woods in an instant. In just an instant, the auras were gone, and the wood remained the same, and it seemed that little Fryman's training had failed.

Standing at the window of the treehouse, Garza's eyes widened in disbelief at everything under the tree, and her shock had made it impossible for her to speak. (To be continued......)