The summer morning sun has a unique taste, it is a strange taste of a slight burning with a cool chill, and if you meet it, it will make people's heads wake up a little drowsy in the morning, and if there is a cool breeze at this moment, it will feel even more comfortable.

Norman now had this light shining on his face.

He looked in front of him: in front of him, there was a man dressed like most of the students, in his early twenties, quite handsome, but he was too short, shorter than the average girl. But this man didn't seem to be ashamed of his shortness, but there was an inexplicable pride on his face.

Beside the two of them was a linden forest, leafy like a canopy, through which the summer morning sun slipped through.

So did the ray of sunshine on Norman's face.

"I've been waiting for you to come to me, but you never came. ”

The short man standing in front of Norman asked, a faint hint of annoyance seemed to be in his tone, "If I hadn't come looking for you, wouldn't you have come to me?"

Norman didn't speak, he was still wondering what was going on.

It all started last night.

Last night, Norman noticed something strange about his Tower of Babel in the meditation space.

Perhaps because of the Father's contract, his Tower of Babel does not need to meditate on the entire incantation as stated in the "Mage's Handbook", but can use spiritual power to depict ancient words alone!

Later, he also tried it, and found that if he used his spiritual power to carve the ancient words to the minimum, he roughly estimated that he could engrave three spells on the surface of the tower that could only hold one spell, which meant that he would have two more instantaneous spells than others!

This caused Norman to get up early in the morning, wanting to go to the crypt and post a trade in exchange for a shield or mage armor - in addition to the magic missile, he could also use a protective instant spell like other mages.

He could even have another instantaneous spell, and he was still thinking about what to choose for this third instantaneous spell along the way, but he didn't expect that the guy in front of him suddenly stopped him, said that he had something important to tell him, and then took him to this linden forest.

Norman was sure that he didn't know the short man in front of him, but the other party had a tone that was familiar to him, probably knowing the "Alan Harris" he was playing now.

But if the other party knew Allen, he should be able to tell at a glance that he was not Allen, but why did it seem like he was mistaken for Allen? This is something that Norman couldn't figure out, and the Knights Templar couldn't figure it out for a while.

So Norman simply kept silent, kept silent, and listened to what the other party had to say.

Seeing that Norman didn't speak, the short man sneered and said, "I have forgotten your identity when you come to Mannheim? I have heard something about you, and in this year's freshmen, you are indeed good, but don't forget who gave you the strength to make you a little baron's son rise among so many new students in Mannheim! If it weren't for Ms. Bella, you would still be in the middle of nowhere, in front of a group of ignorant and vulgar farmers all day long!"

Beira?

Norman quickly caught the key words in his words.

Isn't there a spell note among the relics of the dead young master Allen? The owner of that spell note is none other than Bella.

He had thought that the spell notebook had been obtained by Allen's father for his son, but now that he heard what the person in front of him said, he realized that there was a secret in it, and it was not so simple.

Even Alan Harris, the son of a baron from a rural country, could enter Mannheim, which didn't seem to be as simple as he originally thought......

"Behind the person in front of you is likely to be a big man, and the owner of the spell notebook, Bella, is also a subordinate of this big man, and Bella's identity is likely to be on a tour outside, looking for a suitable assistant for this big man, and after finding it, he will find a way to send Mannheim for the big man to drive, and then use communication to notify this side, so he knows you, but he doesn't know what you look like, because this is also the first time he has seen you......"

Lancelot's analysis was not much worse than Norman's thoughts, which made Norman feel a little proud: his current wisdom can be regarded as gradually approaching these wise forbidden spell mages, right?

But he thought about it for a while, and quickly drew his attention back, and said to the short man in front of him: "I haven't forgotten." ”

The more he talked, the easier it was to make mistakes, so Norman answered at the right time and then shut up again.

When the short man in front of him heard him finally speak, he snorted coldly and said, "It's good that you haven't forgotten." I don't care why you don't come to me all the time, but there's one thing that needs you to ......."

Norman made progress in logical reasoning, but he was still lacking in clichés, but fortunately, the Knights Templar were very proficient in these things, and with their help, Norman interjected from time to time to say a few seemingly inconsequential but hidden words, and quickly figured out the general situation.

This short man, Derick Wright, was also a student of Mannheim, but he also had the status of a confidant of Count Billy Roberts.

The Lord Count Billy Roberts was the fourth son of Grand Duke Brandry Roberts of Francis, and the Lady Bella was a mage under the Count of Billy, and he "Alan Harris" was the allegiance that Lady Bella had sought for Count Billy.

Other things are very clear, the reason why Alan has such a spell notebook and the reason why he can enter Mannheim Academy is obviously all because of the relationship of that Lady Bella, and Baron Harris doesn't know all this, and he thinks that he really got his son into Mannheim by his own connections.

After learning all this, Norman subconsciously wanted to send out a magic missile to knock the short man in front of him unconscious, and then quickly ran away.

The Shorty Man didn't know that he was a fake Ellen, but that Bella did! Although from the Shorty Man's words, that Bella Mage was not in Mannheim for the time being, she would eventually come back, and when the time came, she would be a helper, and the Earl and the Mage Bella would definitely not let him go!

Alas, I don't know where to go next, and Nicaro must not be able to stay......

Norman thought as he stared at the short man, and was about to fly out with instant magic, but the intent of his gaze was too obvious, and Lancelot, who knew him, saw through it at once.

"Wait!"

Lancelot stopped him, and then hurriedly said, "If you leave, everything will start all over again! ”

"From the fact that he doesn't even know you, it can be seen that among these people, Bella is probably the only one who has seen the real Allen, and the others have no contact with Allen at all, let alone have any friendship with Allen, so what does it matter if you are Allen or not? As long as you do have enough value, they won't care, and with your current strength, you are definitely more valuable to them than a real Allen. ”

"Not only is this not a danger for you, but an opportunity, an opportunity for you to completely confirm all the identities you have assumed now! and you can hug the lap of an earl, which is much more promising than being a black-robed mage and simply waiting to be named a baron!"