Although I couldn't understand it, it was not difficult to make out from Norman's regular tone and jerky and unclear sentences that Norman had just recited a spell.

"Your Excellency...... Did you just recite the spell on this note?"

Peggy asked cautiously.

The words I just heard and read along with must have been what was written on this note, what kind of spell Mr. Benson was talking about, right?

Peggy thinks so, and Norman thinks so.

Although he didn't know the old saying, judging from what he saw and heard, the "guys" who lived in his body obviously knew him, so he subconsciously replied, "Yes." ”

Master Mage is casting a spell!

This made Peggy both expectant and nervous, and a little excited in her heart.

She was looking forward to finally being able to see the true appearance of the legendary powerful magic power, she had never seen what magic was like before, and Mr. Benson had never shown them what it looked like, and she was nervous that Norman's magic power would destroy her home, after all, in the stories and legends she had heard about mages, the power of magic was incomparably powerful, even the mountains could be flattened, let alone her small house, and the little excitement in her heart probably came from the adventurous spirit in her heart。

Peggy's body tensed, and her eyes didn't dare to blink, and she kept a firm eye on Norman, closely watching the changes around him so that she could react in time when the spell came.

But she stared at it for a long time, and nothing happened.

There was a dead silence inside.

The two of them were like wooden people, both sitting motionless in their chairs, Norman and Peggy, you look at me, I look at you, time and space seem to freeze at this moment.

Peggy says that kind of power is very powerful, it can make a storm blow in a clear sky, make a silent volcano erupt in an instant, and make ...... Anyway, the power is very strong, but why didn't I react at all after reading it?

Norman was puzzled, but there was no time for him to continue thinking about it—he noticed that Miss Peggy, who was sitting across from him, looked at him with a look in her eyes, and seemed to be just like him, and couldn't figure out why Norman didn't move even though he had pronounced the spell.

Could it have occurred to her that she wasn't a real mage but just an imposter? After all, she had just admitted that she was reciting a spell, but she didn't react at all. Even if Norman doesn't know much about the magic industry, he can still know that real spells are obviously not like this, will Peggy find out his identity because of this?

No, you have to fool around!

Norman looked at Peggy calmly, but his mind was racing fast, and in just a few back and forth, he had already thought of a solution.

"What are you looking at?"

Without waiting for Peggy to ask, Norman was the first to speak, breaking the silence in the room.

Peggy replied, "I'm waiting to see the majestic power of the spell." ”

Norman smiled, casually placed the parchment on the small table aside, and said lightly, "The spell has been activated." ”

"Huh?"

When Peggy heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up from her chair like a frightened rabbit, shaking her little head and looking nervously from side to side. She didn't dare to blink her eyes, carefully observing every movement in the room, her muscles tensed all over her body, ready to shout loudly to her parents in the inner room to escape for their lives.

But she looked at it for a long time, but she still didn't find anything unusual.

"The spell has been cast, and your fate has changed. ”

Norman looked at Peggy with a deep gaze, but his gaze was slightly high, and he looked behind Peggy over Peggy's head, as if there was something in that empty place that ordinary people couldn't see.

"The mystery of the spell is beyond your imagination, the ordinary girl is completely unaware, her fate has changed, and the wheel of history is rolling forward......"

Norman muttered inexplicable words like a wand—the first half of the sentence aside, the latter of which he had learned from the mouth of the bard who passed through the village every year.

The bard would tell some adventure story every year when he came to the village, and every time he talked about the protagonist, whatever the identity of the protagonist, the bard would say it, and Norman had long remembered that it was ripe, and threw it out at this moment.

Norman remembers that whenever the children in the village, including him, heard this sentence, they would involuntarily feel their blood boiling when they imagined the demeanor of the protagonist, and this sentence was really powerful, and it would also work in the city.

Peggy was puzzled at first, then thoughtful, and finally shocked, so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time, only to hold back a word of admiration at the end: "The spell is really mysterious and great......"

Can change people's fate?!

The mage is more powerful than Peggy could have imagined.

Although it is not known whether Norman changed her fate for the better or for the worse, Norman's strength made Peggy once again cast a respectful gaze on Norman, and there was still a trace of fear and apprehension in the depths of her eyes.

"Sit down,"

Norman raised his hand and motioned for Peggy to sit down.

"Then let's talk about something else, so that I can better think about how to teach you, for example, about that Mr. Benson?......"

Norman didn't want to dwell on the spell anymore, he almost got into a goof!

So I quickly changed the topic to something else.

"Yes. Mr. Benson is a Master Master in District 3 and also my teacher, and I have been studying with him for 5 years......"

Norman pulled hard until the bell of the district church rang, eight times in a row.

In the past two days, Norman has learned a lot of things, such as the fact that if the church bell rings eight times in a row, it is to tell the people of the parish that it is time to sleep, and it will be the last time the bell is ringed in the day.

Norman and Colin agreed to teach the time from after dinner to 8 o'clock.

"It's time,"

Norman said to Peggy and stood up, "I should go......"

Although Mr. Benson is also a mage, Mr. Benson has many students, and Paige is just one of them.

It was the first time she had been in such close proximity and conversation with a real mage, which made her excited and reluctant. However, she also knew that she had no reason to let Norman stay, so she had to stand up and see off the guests.

"Good. ”

Peggy respectfully delivered Norman to her door with the courtesy of a student, and watched Norman's uninhibited background disappear into the darkness and never be seen again, so she reluctantly went back and closed the door, still thinking about Norman: what would the mysterious mage's home look like? Could it be, as Mr. Benson said, the ground was carved with magic circles, and there were test tubes filled with mysterious green liquid, and a talking owl standing condescendingly on the beam?......

The unknown is always mysterious and beautiful, but the reality is often the opposite.

Mr. Mage, who was "mysterious and powerful" in Peggy's mind, was now walking on a deserted side street, holding a piece of silver coin in his hand, and after looking at it in the moonlight for a long time, he put it in his mouth and bit it gently, and even licked it with his tongue, and closed his eyes in intoxication.

Ah, this is Yinnar, and the taste is different from that of Copper Astellation......

After reveling in it for a while, it occurred to Norman that he was on the street, and what if he was seen to have a silver nar to rob him?

He took the silver nar in his bosom and looked alarmingly from side to side, only to see that it was pitch black: after eight o'clock, the houses on both sides of the street had already slept, there was no more fire, and the only source of light was the moon in the sky.

We have to find a place to sleep on the street.

Norman forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, remembered what was going on, and walked briskly without stopping.

Although they all slept on the street, it was obvious that they couldn't sleep in the sixth arrondissement, otherwise if Colin happened to pass by tomorrow morning and saw himself sleeping on the street, how would he believe that he was a mage?

So Norman walked all the way forward, turned left and right, followed the road, and walked for a long time until he estimated that he had probably walked out of the sixth arrondissement, and then planned to slow down and find a place that looked good to sleep. But before he could slow down, he suddenly tripped over something under his feet, and the whole person rushed forward!

Fortunately, Norman reacted quickly, and finally didn't fall into a. When he stood firm, he looked back and saw a dark figure on the ground, which looked like a man curled up and sleeping there.

It was supposed to be the same as him, a homeless man who slept on the street, but Norman smelled a strong smell of alcohol from this guy - yes, the smell of alcohol, which Norman was a little incomprehensible and envious.

Wine, that's a good thing, he's only drunk three glasses when he's grown to this size, and it tastes much better than water. And this guy on the ground smells of alcohol, how much should he have drunk?

Norman thought of the taste of wine, swallowed his saliva, and then looked at the black shadow on the ground, thinking that this guy had almost tripped himself just now, he was angry and jealous, and subconsciously cursed: "Mommy." He expressed his anger.

The black shadow on the ground was tripped by Norman's kick and was squirming, and it seemed that it was about to struggle to get up, but after Norman's words came out, the figure froze.

"Niang Xi Pi ......"

Vague words came from the dark shadows, and were blown away by the night wind.

What is it?

Norman plucked his ears and frowned: this guy's voice was so quiet, he didn't hear what he was talking about at all.