Originally, Abraham wanted to spend a certain amount of time every day with his little apprentice and protect him to meditate there, but he was stopped by Flandy.

Because Flandi told Abraham about the magic grass, Abraham didn't insist.

Early the next morning, the partners just wanted to continue to practice in the Warcraft Continent when they were stopped by Flandy.

When they were told about the maturity of the Demon Gathering Grass, everyone was very excited.

They had known for a long time that Flandy was cultivating the Enchanter Grass, but because it was too small, they had been waiting for it to ripen again.

This is a shortcut to improve the strength of magic, and the magic seeds that can be condensed every day are more than twice as many as in ordinary meditation, and only a few of them can have such an opportunity in the entire magic continent at present.

"Gülen doesn't have time to meditate, so I'd like to give this opportunity to Mr. Abraham, what do you think?" Flandi thought it would be better to ask for everyone's ideas.

"I agree! Mr. Abraham is a necromancer, so it's best to give him that. ”

"I also agree that Mr. Abraham has taken good care of us during these days. ”

"Agree ......"

"Agree ......"

Now that everyone has no opinion, Frandy waves open the portal of the RV and tells the news to Abraham and Gina.

In fact, even if you don't tell Abraham about maturity this time, you will definitely tell it next time.

After all, the next time it matures, it will usher in another big explosion in the number of Gathering Grasses, and there will be hundreds of thousands of Gathering Grasses, and at that time, more people can be brought to enjoy the opportunity to quickly improve their strength.

A group of people came to the planting site of the Gathering Grass, where it was also drizzling, but everyone didn't care, and under the guidance of Flandy, they used their own magic seeds to ripen the seeds of the Gathering Grass.

Annie, Vito, and Lilia are all water mages, so their Gathering Grass is planted together.

And Shirley is a wind magician, so her Demon Gathering Grass and Mu Li'er's Demon Gathering Grass are also planted together.

Flandi of the Gathering Grass of various attributes has already planned the planting site, and it also leaves room for more Gathering Magic Grass to expand in the future.

Flandi himself also planted some earth-based magic grass, and after leaving the magic seeds that could use seven black hole magic, he gave birth to hundreds of more than thirty space magic seeds.

The land was moist and did not need to be watered, and soon everyone planted all these magic grasses.

Poor Ted, Gustav, and Katrina, who were not magicians, were not able to condense magic seeds at all, so they had to watch and stare dryly.

Thousands of demonic grasses were not planted until noon, and after everyone returned to the magic tower, they had a lunch, and then Abraham took everyone to the Warcraft Continent for training.

It would take at least ten days for the Demon Gathering Grass to have the ability to gather magical elements, and during this time, everyone still couldn't go there to meditate.

Since Flandi had been clearing the clouds for the past week, the development of the telephone had also stopped, and today there was finally nothing to do, so he spent the whole afternoon with Tom Jerry in the laboratory on the seventh floor.

The dark clouds over the imperial capital were cleared all over again, but the clouds on a larger scale still poured in this direction, and the drizzling rain began to fall again.

I don't know if it was because most of the dark clouds were cleared, or because of some change in the weather, but after two days, even the light rain stopped falling, and the light of the sun wheel sprinkled all over the land.

The rain that had accumulated in the past few days had seeped into the ground, and the victims were able to return to their homes outside the city.

The rainy season will last for two or three months, and no one knows if there will be another heavy rainstorm, so the major farms will rush to harvest the ears of rice.

Fortunately, the seeds of the rice planted this time were optimized ten times by the wheat ear farm, and the ear stem was very thick, and the heavy rain did not really fall, so there were very few rice seedlings that were poured out.

After a day of drying, these rice seedlings have almost dried, and even if they are not dry, the farmers can't take care of so much, and they urgently start harvesting.

From despair to hope, the peasants have been frightened and happy these days, thinking that the harvest in the first half of this year has been lost, but they did not expect that the peak and the great emperor His Majesty actually invited a magician to disperse the dark clouds.

In the eyes of these peasants, the magicians of the past were noble, wise, powerful, but unkind.

No one thought that these magicians would have such great skills, and they could even stop it from raining.

Those civilians who did not send their children to civilian schools this year are remorseful.

I heard before that whose children have magical talents and may become noble magicians, but I didn't particularly care, but this time the real power of the magicians showed them, so that they really saw the power of magic.

But fortunately, next year, the civilian academy will still admit children from civilian families, and almost all civilians have secretly made up their minds to let their children go to school.

Pedi's mom Mara had long since stopped working at the mill because she was eventually fired, but the mill paid her less than a month's salary because she heard that her little Pedi would become a magician.

As for what her son told her, she didn't reveal a word to outsiders.

There are only two rooms left from the place where His Majesty the Emperor lives, who will believe it?

However, she found that the attitude of the neighbors towards her had suddenly changed recently, and even the sister-in-law next door, who had not been very accommodating to her before, became unexpectedly enthusiastic about her.

"Looks like I'm stained with my son's light!" thought Mara.

Although his son's magician teacher gave him a bag of gold coins, Barlow and Mara didn't use any of them, and they still lived in the civilian area.

The heavy rain during this period of time made the two of them also worried, because Barlow relied on reselling vegetables sent from outside the city to make money, and when it rained heavily, the farmers outside the city would no longer send vegetables to the city, and the couple could only be bored at home every day.

However, when I think of the gold coins that have been put into the small jar and buried deep in the courtyard, the confidence in my heart is more than ever.

The sky finally cleared, and the south gate market in the imperial capital finally returned to prosperity, and I heard that this was formed by His Majesty the Emperor inviting magicians to disperse the dark clouds, and the husband and wife began to miss their son again.

"Our son sees His Majesty the Emperor every day!" was the thing that Barlow and Mara were most proud of.

In the street at the south gate of the city, there is a large house, which is the warehouse used by the couple to store vegetables.

The vegetables that were stored before the heavy rain were not sold have rotted, and if it was in the past, the couple would definitely be distressed, and even if they were rotten, they would take them home and eat them themselves.

But now that the mentality has changed, thinking about the gold coins hidden in the house, I think it will rot if it is rotten, and it is good to throw it away.

Several old customers outside the city pushed a few carts of newly picked vegetables, which were rotten to be removed quickly, and when the husband and wife were busy working, their son's voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

"Abba, Mom, I'm back!" Pedi ran from outside.

"Pedi!" the two of them were overjoyed, threw down their things, and picked up their son.

Peidi, who hadn't been home for almost a month, said happily: "As soon as I got home and found that you were not there, I knew that you must be here. ”

"Did your teacher send you back again?" Barlow put his son down, smiling with a wide eyebrow on his face.

"Yes, I wanted to come back a few days ago, but the teacher has been busy, so he has time to send me back today!"

"It's really hard for him, you have to listen to your teacher. ”

"What an old man, my teacher is only twenty years old!"

"Uh, only twenty years old?" Barlow had always thought that a magician who could be a teacher would be fifty or sixty years old, but he didn't expect that Flandy was actually twenty years old.

"Then you must listen to the teacher, you know?" Barlow blushed and taught his son.

"I know, the teacher is very good, and I am also very well-behaved!"