Located in the northeast corner of the city, the wilderness area of Baimancheng is where all kinds of vendors set up stalls every day, and bustling Baimanling residents also come from the Japanese district in the center of the city to choose and buy the daily necessities they need.

Annites led Mihat side by side from the road on the south side of the wilderness, and although the two met in the water, they talked and laughed. The two teenagers are both handsome and handsome talents, and they naturally attracted the eager eyes of many girls along the way.

"Is your hair color always like this? and your magician's robes, with such an exaggerated style, this is the first time I've seen it. "This Aninotes has an odd temperament, but he seems to be in a pretty good mood right now, and of course Michart hastened to seize the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity.

Mihat's question reminded Agnites of the strange look in which the other man looked at him, and the little magician reached out and rubbed his colorful braids, and said to each other, "You know what! My hair color was originally ochre-colored, and my hair was not good, and it often dried up and split ends, so I prepared my own alchemical potion, which not only dyed it in these bright colors, but also moisturized and moisturized......!

"Wait!Ochre hair? You said your hair was originally ochre-colored?, are you, ......" Mihart interrupted, looking at Aninotes in surprise, but he didn't say a word.

This guy clearly didn't grasp the point of what I said......

Aninotes sighed in his heart and said lightly, "What? is it different from what you expected? I'm just a Brighton, what's wrong with that?"

Mihart was relieved, no wonder this boy was the same size as himself, and he had become a magician!

The Brighton race is sparsely populated, only about one-tenth of the continent's population, but absolutely no one dares to underestimate this race, because their magical talent is almost so good that other races are jealous.

Of the few magic teachers in history, only one is from the Empire, and the rest are all from Brighton! Even the Brighton, who has the worst magical talent, can become a low-level magician after training and study.

The Aninotes in front of him, of course, can't be an idle person, his magic talent must be so high that he will be accepted as a disciple by the chief magician of the court!

"Ah, no, no," Mishart clumsily disguised his gaffe, trying to bring back the subject, "What did you just say? Your magician's robe?"

Agnites was surprised, but he didn't care, and continued: "This magician's robe was also tailored and transformed by myself. These gem dregs sewn into the surface resonate with the energy when I cast my magic, speeding up the flow. Also, the long hem restricts my steps, so I changed it to a curled style. ”

Thinking about it in his heart, Mihat couldn't help but be in awe of Aninotes!

It's a strange and strange way to cast magic, and it's true that when magicians cast magic, they sometimes use magic items such as wands, magic rings, or necklaces to improve the level of magic and get a head start in battle.

Aninotes' magic robes are functionally identical to these magical items, but sewing gems onto the robes frees up the hand holding the wand to channel magical energy. In battle, Aninotes can enjoy the buff effect of a wand all the time, but does not need to be possessed by a wand, how terrible is that!

Mihart sighed in his heart, and the two of them had reached the heart of the wilderness area before they knew it. Caravans are parked on the side of the road, mobile stalls are densely packed, and all kinds of goods are also overwhelming - from fruits and vegetables, cups and plates, to home furnishings, jewelry and house deeds.

Further inside, there were fewer merchants setting up their desks, and there were more fixed shops.

Mikhat noticed one of the shops, called the "Drunken Giant", with various animal skins hanging from the door, as well as several longbows of various materials. On the threshold, there was a sloppy-looking man, holding a bottle of black thorn honey wine in his hand, but he spilled a small half bottle on the ground when he raised his hand, and he didn't know it.

On the right-hand side, there was the sound of iron pounding, and Mihart turned his head to see that the crafting table, the furnace, the leather rack, and the whetstones were all in the right place.

It was a large blacksmith shop, even bigger than the one in Donghug City. High under the eaves hangs a wooden plank, on which the name of the shop is prominently written in black charcoal, Iron Blood Thorn.

A large man with a hammer carefully struck a red-hot sword, while behind him, a dark-skinned woman crouched in front of a leather rack with a dagger, frowned and looked at it, and finally got up and cut off a large piece of animal skin.

Aninotes walked through the shops and shops without changing his face, and Mihat, looking around, followed him straight to an inn called the Sleeping Dryad.

"It's the biggest hotel in town and the food is pretty good. When I was in the Shimmer House, whenever I made progress in my magical research, I would come to this shop and order a dish or two to reward myself. Agnoides said to Mikhat and walked to the counter.

"It turns out that Master Aninotes is here! There is a new product launched in this store, are you interested in admiring your face?" Aninotes was obviously a regular customer of this shop, and the owner immediately recognized him and greeted him with a smile.

Mihat looked around, the inn was huge, with dozens of tables in the hall, and among the Duosaiks who were dining, there were also merchants of different colors and colors. A waiter in an apron, carrying a plate of fragrant dishes, walked out of the door of the room on the left, which was probably the kitchen. There is a wooden staircase on the right that leads upstairs, which is probably a room for rent.

The sound of the lute and the troubadour's singing wafted through the warm air of the inn—

A flickering campfire in the dark

The forest glows with a pale blue glow

The traveler holds a crystal container containing a pink fluorescent jellyfish

The white silver claws are tightly clasped around the mouth of the bottle

The stars are the heart of the earth

When someone dies

The whole body will be transformed into a dandelion-like point of light

Half flew into the sky

Half fell into the sea

A boy who is bent on finding his past life

Sit side by side by the campfire

The light of the fire shone through the crystal vessel on his face

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All souls will meet between the sea and the sky

In the forest of memories

This is the only chance to meet a past life

It was destined to be a disappointing journey

But no one knows

The traveler is the guardian of the forest

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The boy left silently

But he was lost in the forest

With one's own past

Linger here forever

He slowly lit a bonfire

Play that dark ballad

He straddled a crystal vessel around his waist

A jellyfish glowing pink in a container

The orange flames danced softly

......

Aninotes smiled at the boss, ordered two cups of upright root milk tea, a roast beef, two three-color pies, and a flying mushroom soup, threw a magic gem on the counter, found a table near a secluded corner, and sat down.

The boss was overjoyed, and hurriedly accepted it, and looked at the two of them with a little more affection.

Mishart was bumpy all the way, feeling physically and mentally exhausted by this moving melody and sweet singing. In just one morning, I wandered on the brink of death, experienced thrilling battles, witnessed the battle of magicians, and learned magical magic.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly wanted to fall asleep to the troubadour's gripping song. However, just as he was about to fall asleep, a cold hand gently patted his cheek, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Aninotes withdraw his hand, pointing to the two drinks on the table that had been brought at some unknown time.

If I hadn't slapped him in the face, this guy wouldn't have just fallen asleep, would he?

Aninotes looked at Mihat's trance-like expression, snickered in his heart, picked up a cup of upright root milk tea, took a sip, and said slowly: "This is upright root milk tea, try it, I assure you, out of this store, you can't find a second cup in the whole Tamriel continent!"

When Mihat heard this, he immediately lifted his spirits, immediately picked up the remaining cup of milk tea, took a sip, and his expression shook suddenly!

While the silky mellow flavor of milk occupies the entire mouth, it is wrapped in a unique taste that is sometimes thick and sometimes light, which makes the tip of people's tongue tremble slightly!

"What's in here!" Mihart asked eagerly, looking at the milk tea, which was no different in color from ordinary milk.

"Shimmer grass, erect root powder, and bubble flower rhizomes are just a few common alchemical materials. Aninotes replied, and his cleansed white skin was so white that Mikhat could barely tell which was skin and which was milk.

"Isn't it the specialty drink of this shop? How do you know that so well?" asked Mihat, taking another sip from his glass.

Aninotes smiled and replied with a little pride: "Because the recipe for this milk tea is what I sold to the owner!" The name of this shop was originally 'Sleeping Buds', and when I first came here, I tasted its special drink, which is just a drink made from the juice of some flowers mixed with milk.

"After a long time, I suddenly added some unique alchemy potions to it, and found that it tasted much better. So I recommended it to the boss, and after the boss tasted it, he was also full of praise and immediately decided to buy this recipe. Since the most of the several alchemical herbs I added was a powder ground from the 'upright root' on the tree spirit, this upright root milk tea was bought in a big way as soon as it was launched, and the boss made a lot of profits, so he changed the name of the store to 'Sleeping Tree Spirit'!"

It's no wonder that when the boss saw Agnosis, he was as respectful and affectionate as if he had met a close friend.

"So, what is this 'erect root' that is magical? Many books I have read about alchemy do not contain any records of this medicinal herb. "When Mihart, who was full of poetry and books, encountered something that he had not seen in the book, his curiosity was not ordinarily strong, and he had to ask what was going on.

"Are you sure you want to know? Then you have to promise me that after I say it, this milk tea will still have to be drunk?" Aninotes had a strange smile, almost laughing out loud.

"I really want to know. Seeing that the little magician was selling off, Mihart was even more puzzled in his heart, so he did not give up and said seriously.

"Well, this 'erect root' is an organ in the dryad. In fact, it is not difficult to understand, in layman's terms, it is equivalent to the ...... below us" Before Aninotes finished speaking, Mihat's face changed drastically, and he almost sprayed a mouthful of milk tea on Aninotes's face!

He looked at the cup in his hand in a daze, with a look of disgust, as if it contained some kind of plague.

Aninotes looked at Mihat's disgusted look, and laughed: "There is the boss standing at the counter, after knowing what the erect root is, his expression is the same as yours! Okay, okay, you promised me, the water is to drink, the rice is still to be eaten, it doesn't matter, drink a few more sips and you will naturally get used to it!"

Oh my God, this, this......

Mikhat thought to himself, alas, this is simply unthinkable.

"Distinguished guests, the dishes are all ready, please use it slowly, if you have any needs, please feel free to ask. The apron-clad servant brought the remaining three dishes along, and then slowly withdrew.

Mihat cut a piece of roast beef, Aninotes picked up a pie, the two exchanged and got acquainted with each other, Mihat munched on the crispy and juicy beef, and said, "Actually, when I was young, I wanted to be a magician, but I didn't have the slightest talent for magic. It would be nice if I were a Brighton like you!"

"In my opinion, you didn't just want to be a magician when you were a child, but even now, you want to, right?" Aninotes put down the pie, his eyes flashed, and with a single word, he shattered the long-hidden dream in Mihat's heart.

Mishart was silent for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

But Aninotes's next words made Mihart's heart beat wildly, and the knives and forks in his hands fell on the table!

"Who told you you can't learn magic without a talent for magic?"