(Began to erupt, frantically asking for monthly and annual passes.) Some friends said that why is it not the main line, this is the main line, little Fryman is the protagonist, everyone will know the cause and effect if you look at it. ）

Little Fryman wept bitterly and laughed maniacally. The sound reverberated through the dense forest, and after several obscurations, it had become a humming sound that no one could understand. By the time he awoke from such intense joy and sorrow, the sun had passed the zenith, and it was evidently already afternoon. A slight wind blew through the gaps in the trees, whining sound, as if the forest itself was singing an eternal song.

The brown-haired boy took a deep breath, wiped the tears and snot from his face, looked at the linen clothes on his body that had already appeared a few holes, smiled bitterly, and turned his head towards the treehouse where he came.

He came from a dilapidated aristocratic family, and his mother died very young, at least for now. After that, his father was also killed in an accident during a horse race. Although it was known from the knight named Calrado who was chasing him that his father Noval had not died in an accident, it was no longer helpful.

He still vaguely remembers that after Noval's death, when he rushed to his father's territory, he encountered extreme danger on the way. It is unknown who tried to kill him, but he was lucky enough to be rescued by a passing lich.

The lich was Galvyn, an optimistic old fellow who was still in high spirits even after being besieged by countless papal lackeys. Even after the other party cut off his leg bones, the old lich danced in place for a very unsightly time.

Little Fryman had been with Galvin for almost a year, and the old lich had a very keen sense. After finding himself targeted by those atonement groups of the Holy See. Immediately leave little Fryman far away. Alone lead those of the Holy See into the distance.

Little Fryman watched from afar as Galvin attacked mercilessly from the Inquisitors of the Papal Knights and Inquisition before eventually turning into a pile of dust. With Galvin left alone, the Holy See did not find out that Flemann Jr. was related to the magician.

However, news of his reappearance soon spread, and before he could be helped, he was first hunted down. Led by the knight named Calrado, little Fryman vaguely remembered that this knight was originally a knight captain in his maternal grandfather's domain. However, when he saw Calrado, the markings of his grandfather's domain had been erased.

At the most dangerous moment, several knights with the Rose Collar mark appeared, saving little Fryman's life. And in the process of escaping, tell little Fleman that he has an older sister. It is correct to say that the Rose Collar, which was supposed to have been acquired by Fryman's father, Norval, is now waiting for Fryman Jr. to inherit it. And this territory came from little Fleman's mother, whose grandfather gave his favorite daughter a dowry.

The situation changed again before Fryman Jr. accepted it all. Calrado found them and slew the Roselord knights one by one. Until he finally caught up with the fugitive little Fleman in a corner of the Black Forest.

It was an ending that no one expected. Little Fleman, who was unable to master the magic array at all, suddenly used multiple magic arrays to kill Calrado. In order to avoid subsequent pursuits, he began to follow Galvin's prompts, entered the Black Forest, and found Galsa, who lived in seclusion.

At Garza's place, little Fryman learned all the basic magic circles that belonged to the embellishment system, but until today, he has not been able to use them again, let alone have his own.

The witch of Garsa takes great care of little Fryman, but this care makes little Fryman even more sad, and after learning the truth about his father's death from Calrado, little Fryman realizes that he is actually a waste. He wanted to learn more from Garza and avenge his father, or perhaps his mother.

Having been here at Gartha for almost half a year, from spring to autumn, little Fryman failed day after day, convinced day after day that he was more wasteful than waste. This heavy burden had been weighing heavily on his heart, and it was not until today, when he used the three magic circles with precision for the first time, that he was finally relieved.

In any case, I'm already a one-ring mage.

Little Fryman thought so, and the extremely precise circles in his mind were taking place in a wonderful combination, nested within each other, forming a never-before-seen formation of the circle. These formations were delicate and stable, and the brown-haired boy could see the benefits of this formation at a glance.

With this circle configuration, he doesn't have to repeatedly shiyan and learn multiple circles to stack before becoming a four-ring mage, which will give him more time and make his leveling up easier and safer.

No, it's not just the four rings, little Fryman counted the number of layers of this magic circle configuration, twelve layers, that means, before he becomes a twelve-ring mage, he doesn't need to waste any time and energy on learning and learning the magic circle combinations in the Shiyan embellishment system, compared to others, his progress is obviously much faster.

Theoretically, such an image popped into my mind. It's going to be amazing anyway. Under normal circumstances, little Fryman would never believe in this magic circle configuration, you know, he himself is only one ring, and he actually has the configuration of twelve rings in his head, no matter how you think about it, you can't believe it.

However, little Flemann did not know Weishenme and believed in this configuration extremely much. Without anyone to prove it, and without asking Garsa questions, little Fryman could be sure that there was absolutely nothing wrong with this configuration.

This strange feeling sometimes confused little Fryman, as if he had changed this morning, and he could be sure that something seemed to have changed. From now on, that cowardly, selfish, timid little Fryman is gone, and in his place is a new, determined, courageous and intelligent little Fryman.

Whether he is good or bad is no longer himself, no one can tell, even little Fryman himself feels a little confused. But in any case, mastering the method of using the magic array and having your own magic array is a happy thing. For the rest of the day, just follow Garza's reminders carefully.

The twelve rings, it doesn't seem to be far away from themselves.

Thinking of this, little Fryman suddenly stopped, and he was surprised to find that the treehouse of Garza and hers had disappeared.

It can't be wrong, he has been in this area for half a year, and the distance between each tree, the difference between each tree, little Fryman knows very well. According to his memory, on the stout fir tree in front of him should be the tree house of the Witch of Garsa. At this time, Granny Garsa should be standing in front of the window looking at the sky outside in a daze.

She was an extremely tall woman, and with little Flemann's current stature, she could only reach half the height of Granny Garza at most. The black robe that she always wore made little Fryman unable to see the witch's figure, and as for Garza's face, she had no chance to see it because of the hood she had always carried. Garza's voice also changed so much that at least little Fryman couldn't tell the shrine maiden's true age. Although she always said that she was very old, if she really called her grandma or mother-in-law, it would make her extremely angry.

"Women are always contradictory."

At some point, little Fryman suddenly had such a phrase in his head, which came from nowhere, and it was just right for it to be used on Garza's body.

But those sights were now completely gone, and Granny Garza and her treehouse were now no longer on the tall branches, just as little Fryman had seen them for the first time in the forest, and had vanished silently.

With a long exhalation, little Fryman rubbed his cheek vigorously, stopping the tears that began to overflow in his eyes again. There must have been a reason for Garza's departure, and now, everything is up to him. Just like what Garsa said before, feel everything through life, let yourself improve, and life will be your most haode, and at the same time, it will always be your teacher.

After a moment of sitting on the wooden blocks that had fallen to the ground, little Fleman stood up suddenly. The sun has begun to disappear from the treetops, and the nights in the Black Forest always come very quickly, and the night forests can become very dangerous and also very cold. You have to be able to live better than you can make for tonight, at least tonight, before you turn into a corpse.

Little Fryman thought so, glanced left and right, and began to look for everything that would keep him alive. For him, the real life starts now. It was the first time he had been in a situation where he had to rely on himself, not on his father, or on Galvin, or on the knights, on Garza, as he had done before.

The day came so suddenly, but little Fryman didn't panic. He thought he would panic, but in fact, his courage was stronger than he had imagined. Not only that, but he could even feel a hint of joy, as if he was happy that he was finally able to survive unscrupulously in the wild.

Where does this feeling come from? Little Fryman didn't know, but he mechanically picked up the wood, and then found a good branch, and built a strong "nest" out of the freshly broken branch. A large number of dried fallen leaves are piled up in this nest, and the night will be very pleasant.

He didn't know exactly where he had learned all this, which seemed to be innate, and seemed to have learned it from a strange box called "television". Although little Fryman is sure that he has never seen any "television". (To be continued......)