"It's not fair! Why should I learn to use weapons, I have something better!" the young cheese dissatisfiedly threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and a faint light rose in his eyes. He raised his little hand, and the many weapons that had been placed on the shelf floated, and with the instruction of a finger, they plunged into the wooden figure beside him, turning the latter into a hedgehog.

"You see, I don't need to learn to use stones and sticks like those monkeys!" The other person in the training room frowned at this, An Lina's dark red pupils contracted slightly, she took a deep breath, walked over to Cheese, and just when the latter thought that the senior sister was going to exempt him from this useless training, he slapped Cheese in the mouth.

This sudden blow made the young mage sit directly on the ground, and he looked at An Lina in a daze, the tears in his eyes had secreted but did not dare to flow out at will. In Cheese's previous experience, messing around with one's own temperament can complicate simple punishments. His judgment was correct, and after seeing that Cheese had no other resistance, An Lina sighed, and her eyes calmed down a lot, "Do you know why I hit you?"

The little mage got up, clutched his red and swollen cheeks, and thought, "Because I said the wrong thing?" The child's unique fluke mentality made Cheese reply in this way that he thought was ingenious. But the person who trained him was not so easily confused, "Yes, but what is wrong with you?" asked An Lina condescendingly.

This question is difficult for the cheese, although he knows the fact that he is wrong from the reaction of the senior sister, but if he wants to really understand where the mistake came from, it is not a question that this child can answer now. The little mage thought for a long time, and finally gave up relying on his own strength to come up with the answer, "I...... I don't know. ”

Hearing this answer, An Lina raised her hand again, but she didn't continue to hurt the cheese, just rubbed his head helplessly, "Go and pull out the things on Herman's body first, and I'll tell you slowly." The mage nodded obediently, and ran to the dummy he had made into a hedgehog, Herman, the name of the dummy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Herman. Cheese bowed to the dummy, and began to pull off the blades stuck in the latter's body one by one, and when the dummy was finally gone, the rough wooden puppet turned his head to Ann Lina, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss." ”

"Alright, you go down first. The vampire waved his hand, and Herman, the dummy, immediately stretched out his legs as if he had been pardoned, and walked out of the training room step by step. An Lina snapped her fingers again, and the many weapons scattered on the ground flew back to their original positions. She glanced at Cheese, motioned for him to follow, and walked to the edge of the training room.

The little mage followed for some reason, and he deliberately landed three steps behind An Lina to prevent the senior sister from making a sudden move again. The vampire walked over to the wall and drew a symbol with his finger on the cold stone bricks, and the entire brick wall immediately rippled like water, and then each brick loosened and scattered to the sides, revealing the vast world beyond the tower. It was the clearest night sky Cheese had ever seen. The stars in the sky illuminated the silvery white ice field, and the wind and snow stopped howling for a rare time tonight, leaving a whole world to form the stage, and An Lina was the actor on this stage.

It's just that vampires don't want to perform drama, but the world as it really is. "There's nothing wrong with the way you just looked. Ann Lina confused Cheese as soon as she spoke, but before he could ask a question, the senior sister stretched out her hand and instructed him to listen, "As a spellcaster, whether it is a wizard or a mage, you are not wrong, we can indeed do everything without relying on physical strength." But that doesn't mean it's right, so you're making a mistake despite being a spellcaster. ”

"First, you shouldn't exclone yourself from living beings. At all times, you must remember that we are just a bunch of mortals who have spied into the most remote corners of the truth, and are no different from those who you see as ignorant. Every spellcaster must learn to be humble, complacency only leads to blindness, and blindness leads to destruction. "Ann Lina's mentor is no stranger, and Cheese never stopped beating this way until he came of age, and whenever he showed the slightest contempt for other creatures, Ann Lina would reprimand him in the slightest. But even the vampire didn't expect that when Cheese decided to become a part of the mundane world after a trip to the lion, she would be the first opponent.

"As for the second, it's that you're too arbitrary and feel that you don't need the skill to use weapons. Perhaps most of the people in the entire Grey Tower will tell you that swords are something that only the weak need to rely on, and the magic in us is far more reliable than that. But they don't live long enough, at least not as long as me, and their vision is too narrow to jump out of the age limit. I tell you, magic is not everything. Rely on it too much and you'll regret it one day. And you're going to run into the kind of enemy you desperately want to stab him in the body, watch his face twist and deform with pain, watch his blood and internal organs flow out in fear, and only then can you calm your anger. You're always going to come across it. ”

The young mage didn't understand the anger that came out of Ann Lina's mouth, and he considered himself a spellcaster who could keep his cool at all times, and too much emotion would only get in the way. However, despite the repeated requests of his senior sister, Cheese still learned and initially mastered the basic use of weapons, and among them, he was best at or least resisted by the spear, which was very similar to a staff. Mages love this weapon, it's deceptively simple and straightforward, yet it's extremely varied, like magic.

And now, when Cheese held an ice spear against the Demon Lord, he truly understood the meaning of what Ann Lina had said. Every drop of blood that flowed from his heart hindered his thinking like burning oil, and the incantations and gestures that had long since become instinctive lost all meaning. Now the mage only wants, and all he needs, is to quench his anger by piercing the chest of his enemy with the weapon in his hand, picking the damned demon on the barrel of his spear and letting his blood drain all of his blood.

"Demon, I want you dead!" Cheese shouted and attacked, tucking the back end of his spear under his armpit, the tip of which was pointed straight at the demon's abdomen.