The passers-by stared at the source of the explosion, and with a look of awe on their faces, they took three steps and two steps, and trotted away.

The four of Mihat, including Kalisa, froze in place, as if they had lost their minds, staring at the glimmer of light.

Kalisa's expression revealed a hint of strangeness in embarrassment, and she was about to crack the magic runes on the wooden door to enter the door, but before she raised her hand, the wooden door had opened on its own, and thick black smoke came out of the room, and then a person ran out of the smoke with a rolling belt, squatting on the ground and coughing loudly.

Seeing this, Kalisa just shook her head helplessly, and then waved her hand gently, and a gust of wind blew, taking away the smoke* that was intended to fill the air.

The man crouching on the ground took a deep breath and stood up.

Mishat finally saw the man's face.

This is a young man of his age, whose colorful hair is tied into dozens of braids of different thicknesses according to the difference in color, or dyed in different colors according to the difference in the thickness of these braids.

Probably because of the explosion, his face was stained with a layer of black smoke of varying shades. Mihart couldn't see his complexion, and could only barely catch a glimpse of his facial features, which were also very marked, and his eyes were unusually bright.

Is such a young man who looks a little crazy on the outside really the initiator of the explosion just now?

The boy seemed to sense that Mishart was looking at him with a strange look, and he glared back unceremoniously with a twinkle of his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and the young man's gaze was precipitated with great confidence, and even with a trace of ruthlessness that was not easy to be detected.

What a proud boy!

Naturally, Mihart was not to be outdone, and instead of avoiding looking away, he tilted his head and still stared at the other party intently.

"Aninotes, why did you get to look like this again?" asked not Carissa, but a smiling Daraniel.

When the young man named Agnites heard this, he retracted his gaze and lowered his head and whispered, "Master Daraniel, I was careless when preparing the alchemy potion. Teacher Carissa, please ...... Please punish me!"

Mishart was surprised to hear what Aninotes called Kalisa Secret Fire, but he saw that Aninotes was wearing a distinctive purple robe—almost the entire robe was dotted with fine pieces of precious stones, and the hem of the robe was sewn into a playful curled pattern.

This kid, he's actually a magician!

"Well, when have I ever punished you? When you say that, people who don't know really think I'm a strict teacher!" said Carissa, stepping aside from the side of the road, rubbing the colorful hair of Aninotes, and said to the two Duoseks who were not in a good situation:

"This is my clumsy apprentice, Annitus Zaper. Kalisa smiled at the three of them, and when she saw that Aninotes was standing still and did not move, she urged sharply: "You stupid boy, what are you still doing in a daze, come here! This is the warrior of the House of Amun, the Baron of Winterhug, and His Excellency Kenmore Amun. ”

Aninotes obediently stepped forward, saluted Dalaniel and Kenmore, and retreated to his teacher's side.

Kenmore nodded, smiled, and said nothing.

It's been a great time!

Not to mention others, the Mihart next to him is a living example! After this child's magical dream was shattered, he spent almost all of his childhood under his own strict training, and a teenager of the same age, in terms of physique and martial arts, I don't know how much worse than Mihart. This child's talent for martial arts is naturally not a problem, and he is also a malleable talent who can calm down and practice penance.

Not to mention the Aninotes in front of her! That's the disciple of the chief magician of the court! According to Carissa, her room and board are all in Beiwangbao, and the number of times she has instructed and taught Aninotes at this stage is naturally very few.

However, Carissa was relieved and bold to let the child study magic alone in the hut, which shows that Aninotes must be gifted in magic, and his magic cultivation must be quite good.

When he grows up, who salutes whom, that's not necessarily!

Aninotes patted the dust off his robes and smiled softly at Dalaniel and Kenmore. His gaze wandered, and finally drifted to Mihart.

The kind smile on the corner of his mouth was gone, replaced by a slightly frowning brow.

Carissa caught the change in the apprentice's facial expression, and quickly said, "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce it, this is Mihart Amon." This is the first time he has come to Baiman City, although he is not a magician, but you are all teenagers, since you have met here, you might as well take him around, so that you can get close. ”

It seemed that Kalisa was not going to lead him to the North Castle to meet the lord, and Mikhat pursed his lips, a little disappointed in his heart.

He looked up at Kenmore, who looked at him noncommittally.

Presumably, Beiwangbao is not a child like him who can enter if he wants to, and it is not bad to follow this little magician around!

Mihath nodded, watching the backs of Kenmore and his party fade away at the end of the road. Turning around, Aninotes was gone, only to hear the man indifferently throw a phrase from the shimmering house: "Come in, I'm going to clean up the house, it will take some time." ”

Hmph, is it amazing?

Mishat was unhappy with Aninotes' attitude towards him, but he was unfamiliar with the place, so he had to go into the house.

Mihat looked around, the house was a little larger than his own, the furniture was made of fine wood, and there were four windows on the left and right walls, and a gentle breeze passed through the room. And the most conspicuous thing in the room is a frighteningly large bookshelf placed on the right side!

This bookshelf is a few points taller than Mihart, and the four layers of compartments are neatly arranged with dazzling books, and the books on the top layer are arranged a little messily, and even two of them may fall at any time.

The climate of Baimancheng is warm, and this small building is not big, so naturally there is no need to build a fireplace, but a boxy hearth is dug on the floor in the middle of the house, and a soup pot is simply supported with five iron frames, and the remaining soup in the pot is also cold.

Next to the hearth, a table, a chair.

On the table was an open notebook, a quill, and a glass bottle containing a magic gem of unknown purpose.

Like myself, he is a person who loves to read.

Mihart smiled, and his impression of Agnites couldn't help but change a little better.

There was still a smell of burnt objects in the room, but it wasn't as choking in the moving air as it had been.

"This is where I usually read and eat, and above it is my magic lab. Aninotes introduced lightly, and as soon as the words came out, he began to doubt the necessity of these words, for it seemed to him that the Duosec boy named Mihat behind him should not be able to come again.

It seems that this little magician's solitary life is quite nourishing, living alone in a small three-story building, the house is well organized, and he must be a person who loves to be tidy.

Mikhat thought to himself, nodded to Aninotes, and followed his master up the wooden ladder to the second floor. The scene presented in front of him suddenly made him feel that his idea just now was very wrong!

If the first floor can be described as neat, neat and orderly, then the scene on the second floor is the most stark contrast to the same floor!

It's just a mess to the extreme!

Soul stones of different sizes were lying on the floor, magic gems and crystal shards of different colors were scattered everywhere, and even one was directly trampled under the feet of Mihart.

The huge table in the middle of the room was surrounded by shards of glass, and the alchemical potions that had fallen to the ground and shattered in the explosion were mixed together, and the colorful liquid mixed to produce an unknown reaction.

In one corner of the room sits an arcane enchantment table, a crystal ball embedded in the troll's skull that glows with a faint green glow.

In another corner was an alchemy bench, the cauldron, flask, and distiller all shattered in the explosion.

"This new flame resistance potion, today is the sixteenth time that it has failed to be formulated, and it has also caused an explosion. If I hadn't set up an enchantment around it in advance in case something unexpected happened, I am afraid this little building would not have been saved. Aninotes was a little agitated at the moment, and as he cleaned the glass shards from the floor, he pointed to the chair beside Michat, motioning for him to sit down and wait.

After repeatedly confirming that the chair was not contaminated with any alchemical potions, Mihart sat down and recalled the "Introduction to Alchemists" he had read, which summarized the reasons for the failure of the potion preparation.

"Is there something wrong with the ratio of medicinal herbs?" said Mihart softly.

"Hmph, what do you know?" Aninotes muttered contemptuously, he didn't think that a martial arts duosec was in any position to talk to him about alchemical experiments, even if they were the result of explosions and failures.

Mikhat did not hear the sarcasm of Aninotes, and continued to recall the account in the book, and said casually: "Maybe the problem is the temperature of the flame when it is heated?"

Aninotes suddenly stopped the movement of his hand, stood up, looked at Mihart with a shocked face, and saw the happy expression on his face, and wanted to run over and hug Mikhart and kiss him fiercely!

Mishat's unintentional words actually solved a problem that he had failed to overcome in many experiments!

It is not that the amount of bone meal is too much, it is not that the purity of the agave extract is not enough, and it is not the fault of the fire salt precipitate, it is the temperature of the flame that is too high during the heating and mixing, which increases the instability of the three medicinal materials in the process of high temperature mixing, so it caused the explosion! I have been entangled in the raw materials - the weight of the medicinal materials, the proportion of the medicinal materials, and the purity of the medicinal materials, but I have neglected the most necessary process in the alchemy process: heating!

This young Duo Saik with low magical talent has found the crux of his failure in a single sentence! Then next time, he will definitely be able to perfectly formulate this new type of fire resistance potion!

Aninotes couldn't help but laugh out loud when she thought of this.

Just now, he failed in his experiment, and he was blown up with a gray face, and his mood was naturally very depressed, and this Duosaik boy who came from afar looked at himself with freak-like eyes as soon as he met, and his heart was even more angry, and his attitude towards others was inevitably a little indifferent.

Agnites was pleasantly surprised, but at the same time felt a sense of gratitude to Mihart, who was sitting on the chair in the aisle, and looked pleasing to the eye at this time!

Mihart only remembered the record in the book, and did not prepare any alchemy potions, of course, he didn't know that his words happened to solve the little magician's troubles, but he felt that there was obviously no trace of hostility in his eyes when he looked at him.

"Mihat-Amun, it seems that you have also dabbled in alchemy!Well, well, I see that lunch time is almost over, and you haven't eaten lunch yet, haha, when I'm done cleaning up, I'll take you to the inn in the wilderness to eat!" Anitates straightened her colorful braids and smiled happily.

Mihat nodded a little blankly and said, "Thank you...... Thank you. "I thought in my heart, the magician is really a moody monster, the tone of the last second was clearly disgusted and indifferent, and the next second it was greeted with a smile!

Still, this strange guy, when he laughs, is really good-looking.

What people in Tamriel can't predict now is that the trajectory of history, and even their own fate, have been quietly changed by such a seemingly ordinary encounter, and people many years later will certainly not be able to imagine that the parallel fates of two legendary heroes who shook the continent have become the focus in such a three-story building.