Crete woke up from his bed and looked at the little alarm clock on the bedside table, it was nine o'clock in the evening. He sighed secretly, and after obtaining that unknown dark purple energy, his body was getting more and more sleepy these days. Originally, after he came back from work, he was only going to sleep for an hour to replenish his spirit, but he didn't expect that three hours had passed since his eyes were closed and opened.

He sat up, reached out and touched the little alarm clock, the round metal shell, on top of which were two small mushroom-like alarm clocks, the hands were fluorescent, and in the dark dormitory, there was a little light.

Although the bell was small, it was more elaborate than the furnishings of the slave owners' homes, and if they were exchanged, it would be enough for a slave like himself. This was Xiao Chen's gift to him, and it was also his most valuable possession in this empty dormitory.

Crete got up and got out of bed, and instead of lighting the oil lamp, he leaned over to the window, and in the faint moonlight, he examined a mark on his left hand, which looked like a circular tattoo, the size of a silver coin, and many criss-crossing lines inside, which were all made up of dense runes. The tattoo was originally a dark purple, like the light of that power, but in the night, it turned a deep black, and if you look at it for a while, you will feel the fear and fear of the mind floating in your heart. Crete habitually scraped it with the thumbnail of his right hand. The nails sank deep into the palms, but had no effect on the marks.

Suddenly, Crete felt his palms begin to heat up, with a slight burning sensation.

He was shocked. He knew it was coming again.

The tattoo emitted a faint purple light, and the lines on it turned out of the skin, and soon a magic circle formed in the void, and Crete quickly sat down on the bed, holding his hand in front of him, palm facing up.

The magic circle ran for about ten seconds, and a ball of light rose from the magic circle. The ball of light was also purple, and there was a pupil in the middle, like an eyeball made of pure light. The ball of light spun around, as if observing its surroundings, and then aimed at Crete.

"Teacher. Crete said respectfully.

The ball of light actually made a sound: "Crete, is this in your dormitory? Why don't you light the lamp?"

"I'm ready to go to bed and I've been a little tired lately. Crete replied.

"Hmm. I'll see if you're okay. Remember to practice the mantra I gave you a lot, it will make you stronger and better able to access the power of the seed. ”

"Okay. Teacher. ”

"If there's a problem, or if there's any danger, you know how to call me. ”

"Yes, teacher. I remember the spell very well. ”

"Well, go ahead. Rest early and refresh yourself. ”

"Okay. Good night, teacher. ”

After speaking, the ball of light slowly floated back into the circle, and then returned to the tattoo with a trace of energy.

Crete remained seated until the glow on the tattoo had completely dissipated. It wasn't until he was sure that the magic ritual was over that he succumbed and gasped for air with his hands on the edge of the bed. Although the ritual was very short, he felt that some of the strength in his body was consumed, as if he had been trotting outside for ten minutes.

Although the "teacher" said that it was an exertion of spiritual communication that could be restored through eating and sleeping, Crete was still very uneasy.

Crete gasped and sat on the bed for ten full minutes.

Under the starlight, his handsome face had a tangled and hesitant expression for the last time, but finally, when he once again looked at the little fluorescent alarm clock, he seemed to have made up his mind.

He took out one of his father's sackcloth shirts, cut off the top half of the sleeve with a knife, buttoned the bottom half, and then made a few small cuts on the top edge, and then cut out a few strips of cloth with the sleeves, and two pieces of cloth were kneaded into the notch that had just been pierced. Then, putting on his coat, taking this half of his shirt and a few strips of cloth, he went out.

Walking out of the dormitory building to the side of the road, he put the hem of his shirt around his waist and tied the cloth rope tightly, and it suddenly became a pleated linen skirt. Then put two shorter strips of cloth and tie the hair over the neck into two small braids. Then pull up the collar of your jacket and tighten the hem of your trousers. Crete was not yet an adult, and she was not tall, and she looked like a girl on the poorly lit road.

Cretan men disguised themselves as women, and it was inevitable that they were a little nervous, but fortunately, there were almost no pedestrians on campus at night, except for patrols. Even if I met a few people and saw his dress, I walked over without care. This slowly put him at ease. After walking for about ten minutes, avoiding two patrolling teams, he came to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory.

The girls' dormitory has long since lost the caretaker aunt. Only two guards were on duty in the guardhouse. Since there was no electricity, they just hung an oil lamp outside the guardhouse.

Crete touched the braid on his head, looked at the "skirt" on his body, and felt that it was difficult for the other party to see him clearly in this dim light, so he gritted his teeth and walked over.

The two guards on duty saw a little girl walking over with her head down, and they didn't pay much attention to it, and one of them asked, "Sister, why did you come back so late?"

"Overtime. "Crete's voice was originally compared to a lark, and at this time, the voice is sharpened and lightened, even among girls, it is very soft.

"Yo. That group is so unconscionable? Let a little girl like you work overtime alone. The man seemed to be in a hurry, and asked again.

"Don't bother me!" said Crete in an impatient tone. He was afraid that he would say too much and make too many mistakes, so he broke off the other party's words and walked in quickly.

"Hey, the little girl has a nice voice, but she has a bad temper. Talk about what's wrong. The guard did not suspect him, but complained to his companions.

"With your flirtatious skills, it's strange that someone will take care of you. It's not a day or two to be on duty here, who has ever looked at you. The friend on the side said.

"Hey, why haven't you found a girl with such a good voice before?"

"That's because no one talks to you. ”

"Go, I really haven't paid attention to this before, except for the voice, the small body is so cute, I also see half of the face, it's a local girl, white skin, big eyes, definitely a beauty. ”

Ignoring the muttering of the two outside, Crete flashed into the dormitory building in three steps and two steps. Then according to the address left by Xiao Chen, he came to a door.

Knock on the door and it opens.

Inside was a woman in pajamas.

"You are?"

"I'm Crete, and I have something important to talk to you about! Crete looked around and whispered.

Luo Ling's room was very bright, not only the oil lamp on the table, but also a few white crystals placed in the strange lampholders, which were lamps made of light magic crystals, which Crete had seen in the slave trader's house.

Her desk was a little cluttered, piled high with papers. Some clothes and bedding were piled haphazardly on the bed, and some food that Cretan had not seen was unpacked and placed on the bedside table and table. Anyway everything in the room can tell you that the host is busy.

Luo Ling sat in the swivel chair in front of the window desk, leaning on the back of the chair, leaning against the table, holding a glass of water in her hand, drinking slowly. Crete, on the other hand, sat in another chair with a cup in his hand, looking at her face to face.

"I didn't expect you to come to me. I didn't expect you to be dressed like this. Luo Ling looked at Crete, he had untied his braids, but the "skirt" was still on his body.

"However, since you have put so much effort into the girls' dormitory, there must be a reason for it. Tell me why you came to me at this time. Luo Ling continued to ask.

"Because my teacher, Xiao Chen, said that you are the most trustworthy person in the whole school. So I came to you. I'm here because ......," Crete spread out his hand to reveal the magic tattoo, "I have some secrets, and I'm afraid I'll be discovered." ”

"Xiao Chen, this guy. Luo Ling lifted Erlang's legs, tilted her head slightly, and showed a hint of a smile, "Caterina is very worried about you, I'm afraid it has something to do with this tattoo, right? Since you are here, I will be a good listener, you can start from the beginning slowly." ”

Crete nodded and said, "Teacher Xiao Chen explained two things to me when he left, the first thing was to leave me some books and let me check the dictionary and read it slowly. He said that I don't need to rush to concentrate, but should expand my horizons and lay a good foundation. ”

"Oh?

"100,000 Whys"

Luo Ling almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of water, she patted her chest, and it took a lot of effort to stop coughing.

Seeing Crete looking at her nervously, she said, "It's nothing, you continue." ”

"The second thing was that he asked me to pay attention to the slaves in the camp and see if there was anything restless about them. He said you sit in a high position, and there are things down there that you can't see. ”

"Nosy guy. Luo Ling said softly.

Crete glanced at her and continued: "So, while I was delivering letters every day, I went to various camps to chat with many people, and as I chatted, I vaguely felt that something was wrong with some people in the camp. They come from different camps, but they always get together and have something to do. Some old people I knew warned me not to approach them, and I had heard that some of the guards and mercenaries were theirs. ”

Luo Ling asked, "So you thought of a way to get close to them?"

"Yes. At first, they always avoided me, and I thought that these people who were planning something might be wary of the magician's disciples. So, I came up with a solution, which was to complain that I couldn't learn things. You see, if a person always complains about his teacher, then it is difficult to say whether he is of the same mind as the teacher. ”

"Makes sense. Luo Ling nodded.

"Later, they became interested in me. After all, I was able to go to a lot of places they couldn't get to, and do a lot of things they couldn't. When Crete said this, he clenched his fists and his cheeks flushed slightly, "Later, sure enough, a guy named Hawke contacted me, and I knew that I had succeeded!"