Jiarong looked at the successor priest with a little guilt, she didn't think that the dust was so choking, and the successor priest choked and coughed for a long time.

"The teacher asked me to memorize the entire set of "Encyclopedia of Spells". Then quickly searched for the Dust Removal Charm and the Auto-Cleaning Charm in his mind, and there were many strange spells in the spell book "Miscellaneous Life Charms".

"Stop, you mean, your teacher just lets you endorse?"

Jiarong nodded.

She didn't understand the sudden expression of the celebrant priest, as if he had heard something earth-shattering, as if someone was predicting in front of him that the world was about to enter the end times, and the squinted eyes that had been like he couldn't wake up were about to turn into bull's eyes.

Jiarong naturally didn't know what was going on in the heart of the celebrant priest: "Is your teacher really my teacher? Buyeo didn't make a mistake, right? I think back then, when I was in school, a mantra teacher prescribed that he should practice at least 300 times, and he didn't check the ...... from time to time."

"Ahem," the priest straightened his throat, "Your teacher didn't teach you," and swallowed the word "right" back with difficulty.

"Your teacher may pursue a return to the basics, but this realm of returning to the basics is only suitable for those who have already cultivated to a very high level. Jixing thought to himself, it is estimated that the teacher is old and has no energy to educate the little junior sister, so he only let her endorse it. Now I have to let my senior brother help make up the class.

"For apprentices, it is not enough to memorize the mantras, they must keep practicing after memorizing them, and they will naturally become proficient after practicing more. ”

"Now, you clean the whole house with the Dust Removal Charm and the Auto Cleaning Charm, and you are not allowed to leave until you have cleaned it. ”

The step-by-step priest took the plunge and assigned Jiarong a task.

He knew that he couldn't do it manually. To complete the task, Jiarong must be able to use the Dust Removal Charm and the AutoClean Charm.

Thinking that he had to pretend to be a vicious landlord bully in order to help his little sister practice, he couldn't help but feel sad and quickly turned around and walked back to his office.

He didn't carve the stone, he just stood by the window and peeked out.

Seeing that the girl was not in a hurry, she looked around for a moment, and then turned towards a corner.

Dust rose from a radius of about a span of the corner, gathered in the air, and then automatically threw itself into the open mouth of the trash can as if attracted by some force. The speed is not fast, and you can clearly see the arc moving in the air.

The most difficult part of the dust removal spell is the step of loading the accumulated dust into the container, which is a "dust shift" if you are not careful, moving from one place to another, and still dusty. Or maybe the room is clean, but there is a sandstorm outside.

There are many people who can control the three-foot broadsword and slash indiscriminately, but they can't control a thin thread from passing through the eye of the needle. It's because the control of spiritual power is not fine enough.

In order for the invisible dust to follow the guidance of your spiritual power to the designated place, the use of spiritual power must be controlled very carefully and not wasted. Otherwise, the dust will not be removed, the spiritual power will be used up, and I will be exhausted.

It seems that the teacher has really picked up a good seedling, and the step-priest nodded in the room.

Outside, Jiarong was like a sudden enlightenment because of the success of the experiment, and the incantation was like humming, and the dust on the ceiling, floor, and shelves automatically ran into the trash can, the rag followed her, automatically erasing the stubborn stains, and the mop also wanted to be held by an invisible man and swayed and mopped the floor behind it......

Jixing felt that if all the stones in the aisle were turned into flowers, then Jiarong would be like a butterfly fluttering among the flowers, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, being young is good, and working can be as happy as dancing.

......

When Jiarong finished cleaning up and down the small building, it was almost noon, and when he walked out of the courtyard gate, he saw Rui'er standing at the door.

"Isn't it an hour every day?"

"It's good, but I'm not very skilled at the beginning, and I'm a little slower. Jia Rong understood what she meant, but she felt that the succession priest really didn't make things difficult for her.

"Then let's go to lunch first. Do you have anything to do in the afternoon? There are no classes today or tomorrow. Rui'er changed the subject.

"I want to see if there is a letter from the teacher, write a letter to the teacher, and then go to the library to read the book. "Jiarong's plan is simple.

"Well, let's go shopping tomorrow, shall we? The Maypillar Festival is coming, and I want to go to the tailor's shop to make two dresses and see if there are any nice hair accessories. Rui'er took Jiarong's arm.

"Well, yes!" Jiarong agreed, after all, Rui'er was so good to her, and it seemed very unkind if she refused.

In the afternoon, she came to the pond and saw more than a dozen pelicans, some standing on one foot on a high shelf, some patrolling the pond, and some lying on the grass. Seeing her walk over, one of them opened its big mouth and barked a few times.

A head poked out of the window of the cabin next to it: "You want to send a letter?"

"Hmm. Jiarong took out five copper coins from his pocket.

To send a letter from the pelican of the temple, you have to give five copper coins, buy a oxtail from the deacon, and then give the fish to the pelican "messenger" of your choice. After the pelican eats the fish, open its mouth again, and you can put the small leather bag with the letter in its mouth. It will fly to its destination with your letter.

Jiarong wondered how the pelican knew where to fly and who to give the letter.

"Yes, you're Garrong from Gree Island? here's a letter from you. The two days have been busy, and no one has delivered the letter,......" The black-clothed deacon of the wooden house seemed to suddenly remember something, looked through a small shelf by the wall, and then handed over a small leather bag.

If you can write a letter to yourself, you can only write to the old master. Jiarong excitedly took the letter and opened it.

"Jiarong: I recently went out, I want to go out again while the old bones can still move, if I can find the moonlight elf, then my life will be complete. You don't have to send a letter to the Isle of Gree, I'll write to you when I have time to think of it. ”

Jiarong pinched the little note, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

The old mage is already a lot old, and he still wants to find the moonlight elves. That's a legend that exists in the ancient gods.

Since the Great War of Gods and Demons, the Moon Elves have begun to gradually decline and disappear. It is said that they roam the lonely places of the continent and the island, content with the moonlight, the starlight, the forests and the swamps, and become phantoms and memories. After a long time, only in the ancient legends and stories of mankind can still occasionally be found in their confusing, ethereal shadows.

"Do you want to send a letter, where to send it?" the black-clothed deacon's question interrupted Jiarong's thoughts.

"No need. Thank you. Jiarong took back the five copper coins, pinched the letter and left.

"I'm a lot older, and I don't know how to live a peaceful life. Why are you looking for the Moonlight Elves, because legend has it that they are all beautiful, and you are not a young man, and you are so......" Jiarong muttered to himself as he walked back.