The same afternoon, the same woods, the same snow, the same cold wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info two lonely men and widows sneakily appear in the depths of the empty dense forest, one is short and cute, one is amorous, what kind of sparks will the next two people rub out?

Well, it was actually Al who locked himself in the basement for days after running away in a hurry that day. Today, no one finally came out, and he didn't care about washing and dressing up, so he pulled Medea into the back forest.

Al cleared his throat and began to chant the incantation. He recited the incantation in a strange way, his voice was high and low, his pitch was high and low, most of the incantations were shouted out loud, and a few of them were torn open and shouted in a roaring manner.

"Hahaha...... Medea laughed so hard that tears came out, "Little Al, are you singing?" I have to solemnly advise you, it is still more promising to be a mage, and it is a little more difficult for you to be a singer. ”

However, Medea soon stopped laughing, and as the El ghost cried and howled, his palm slowly began to condense into a fireball the size of a head, the high-level magic "Fireball Technique". Don't underestimate this spell, fire magic is the most unstable but powerful magic, if the mental power is not enough, it will quickly cause the magic structure to collapse and the spell to fail. But once the spell is cast, such a large fireball can directly blow five or six adult men away! Although the freak like Medea is as simple as drinking water, most mages have a good chance of failing to release this magic, not to mention the newcomer Al, with his current mental power, it is impossible to release this high-level magic.

However, the impossible happened in front of his eyes, Al recited all the spells related to the fireball technique, shouted until his voice was hoarse, and drained all his mental power to cause the eyes to turn black, but after all, he still succeeded in releasing the fireball technique.

After the fireball dissipated, Al sat on the ground gasping for air, his head aching violently, and he hadn't used his brain too much for a long time.

"Little Al, what's going on? It has something to do with the way you recite the spell, right?", Medea grabbed Al's arm and acted like a coquettish faceless, "Little Al told the teacher. ”

Al was held and shaken around by Medea, and his head hurt even more, so he had to raise his hand in surrender, "Don't shake it, I'll tell you now." ”

"Teacher, have you ever wondered what a voice is?", Al directly asked a question that Medea had never thought of before.

"???" Medea groaned with three question marks on her head, and she had no clue in her head. As a mage who studies the elements, she doesn't answer the stupid answer that "a sound is a sound."

"In other words, why can people hear their own echoes when they shout in the face of the mountains?Why is it that the sound is so small in the water that it can't travel far, but in the open space the sound can travel far away?" Al asked a few more questions, all of which were common phenomena that Medea had never thought deeply about.

"There are a few experiments that can be done to solve the above problems. With that, Al pulled out a few props from the basement. Al knew the principle for a long time, and it was easy for Al to deduce from the results, but the thought of explaining Al to Medea was a headache. Al, who returned all the physics to the teacher in junior high school, worked out a few experimental schemes with a lot of effort.

Al took out a tuning fork made of steel by virtue of his memory, and although it was completely handmade by himself using fire magic, Al tried it and found that it worked well. I poured another glass of water, tapped the tuning fork with a crisp sound, and then submerged the tuning fork in the water, only to see visible ripples on the surface of the water.

"What does that mean?" Medea wondered.

"It means that this thing is shaking. ”

"Of course I know it's shaking, you just knocked it. But what does it have to do with sound? ”

"It means that the sound is produced by the vibration of the object, for example, I just knocked on this thing, and it vibrates, so the sound is produced. ”

"No, isn't that because you just knocked it?"

Al immediately found a large piece of iron, fused it with fire magic to form the shape of a cymbal on the earth, and struck it vigorously, making a sound that lasted for a long time, "I just knocked it, didn't this thing ring for a long time?"

Medea was stunned for a moment, and Al looked at her with a blank expression, and for the first time had the pleasure of being intellectually suppressed.

"Even if the sound is produced by the vibration of an object, what does it have to do with the elements?" said Medea as a curious baby of 100,000 whys.

"This requires another experiment. As he spoke, Al placed a few more props on the table. He first took out a large cardboard box, drilled a small hole on the side of the carton, and then made a piece of iron sheet into the shape of a small horn, put the small horn in the carton, inserted the horn mouth into the small hole from the inside out, put a candle outside the bell mouth to light it, and finally Al hit the cymbal hard on the small hole outside the carton, you can see the candle flame swinging, stop beating, and the candle flame will return to straight.

Without waiting for Medea to ask, Al explained: "This means that the sound is transmitted through the vibrations of the surrounding qi (there is no concept of air in this world), and when the qi fluctuates, the candle flame will swing, and when the sound stops, the candle flame will return to normal. Therefore, when a shout is made in the mountains, some of the sounds will be reflected by the mountains and reverberate. There is very little air in the water, so the sound cannot travel too far. I caused vibrations through the change of sound, which led to changes in the aggregation and arrangement of the elements, which proved that the elements can be affected by vibrations. ”

Medea was amazed: "Most mages consider magic to be mysterious and noble, and many even compare it to divine magic. It is considered an ancient ritual, so the mages are respectful and deliberate in reciting incantations and arranging the circle, and no one ever shouts incantations. No one would have imagined that the mystery of the spell would be unveiled by a thirteen-year-old boy. Medea stared at Al and said from the bottom of her heart: "Child, you have a kind of power that ordinary people don't have, it's not intelligence, it's not talent, it's a perspective, it's a kind of thinking, it's a kind of detachment. Not dusty by power, nor rusted by wealth, this is a unique wisdom born with it. I am often praised as a genius, but even when I did, there were many doors of truth that had been closed to me. Perhaps in the future, you will become the first mage ever to unravel the mysteries of the elements, Al Edward. ”

Facing Medea's rare compliment, Al was a little flattered and a little frightened. He has no wisdom, but with a little cleverness and knowledge of the earth, he has been blinded by the nature of a few elements. According to his speculation, the elements of this world may be an unknown energy, which will be isolated by specific metals, and will also be affected by some factors, but as a science scumbag, he can't figure it out. You must know that the wise sages on the earth are also one after another, and it took hundreds of years to learn some secrets of the world from scratch. The first mage ever to unlock the mysteries of the elements?

Despite the fact that being a true nobleman is a basic skill, Al still blushes a little: "Actually, I was also inspired by the old butler to say that a warrior with a loud voice became a priest, and I wondered if magic could also be affected by the change in voice. ”

Medea stared at Al with a complex emotion in her eyes. Al was a little hairy at her.

"What's wrong, Sensei?" asked Al weakly.

"Nothing, it's a reward for you, little Al. Medea returned to her old smile, put her arms around Al and kissed a red mark on his forehead, chuckling and getting up to leave.

"I've been taken advantage of again. Al muttered helplessly, he really had no problem with the teacher who had come and gone without a trace. It's just that the tip of the nose seems to be able to smell a faint fragrance, lingering and compassionate, bewitching and refined.

This woman ......

Spring goes to winter, and flowers bloom and fail. Time passed like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, Al was already fourteen years old, and his face had not changed much from when he was thirteen. A plain black robe embroidered with silver threads, exuding an elegant luxury. The body has grown taller and stronger, and even though he has been obsessed with magic research and various experiments for a year, Al still has not given up the training of martial arts, and the tiger's mouth on his left and right hands is covered with rough calluses, looking less like a nobleman and more like a blacksmith. But when he smiles gracefully and kindly, when his gray pupils look at you with a little tenderness and a little coldness, who will notice that little flaw? The manners were noble and unpretentious, and even Miss Grell could not fault them. "The real aristocratic young master", people who meet him for the first time know him like this, and of course he will become a "real aristocratic master" in the future. By the time Al Edward becomes Lord Duke and Lord of the West, perhaps the "vulgar iron" Iron Thorns will become a model of nobility.

It is only when faced with a very small number of people that Al will take off the mask of nobility, as at this time.

"Medea-sensei, please don't just bring your boobs over, you're disturbing my train of thought. ”

"Dear little Al, don't be so ruthless, tell the teacher the principles of powerful magic. ”

"I'm only fourteen years old, please don't stretch out your claws to underage teenagers, thank you. Also, spring is here, and if you're really hungry and thirsty, Teacher, I can ask my father to arrange for you to serve in the Westlands Legion. Al continued to smack.

Medea rolled her eyes and licked her lips. "Those big-headed soldiers are too vulgar, but the Duke is handsome and burly, which suits me very much. ”

"It is extremely immoral to destroy someone's family. I hope you remember how to spell the word shame, teacher. Al continued to speak with a blank face, and he was a little speechless at Medea.

Just talk and laugh, laugh at each other, and time flies. The sun shone warmly on the two of them, and an indescribable atmosphere surrounded Al, looking at Medea smiling like a flower, there was an impulse to prompt Al to speak: "Teacher, do you believe that there is a prophet?"

Medea was a little stunned: "Prophet? Galileo Cavendish more than 200 years ago?"

Al smiled bitterly, "Yes, Galileo Cavendish. Galileo Cavendis, a self-proclaimed prophet more than 200 years ago, predicted the doom of mankind and was hanged in front of the Cathedral of the Holy Grace.

Medea sarcastically said, "Think about it, the Holy Religion is the agent of the gods, then the Pope is the spokesman of the gods. If there is a prophet, it will be where the Pope is. But this is one of the very few things that I am in favor of the Holy Religion, and it is destined to happen? This is ridiculous, the so-called prophets are but the dreams of madmen. ”

Al leaned back in his chair wordlessly, and that's why. The duchess and duchess were devout Christians, and it was impossible for him to tell them the truth. What about Medea in front of her? Will she believe him? Or will she think he's a madman? Al closed his eyes, exhaustion swept over his body, and he really wanted to put everything behind and go to sleep, thinking about nothing, not caring about anything.

"Little Al, what the hell are you trying to say, you. ”

"Nothing...... Also, thank you, Teacher. ”

Thank you for being with me for the past two years, and thank you for letting me feel the tail of hope.