Most of the historical research on the history of the Celesana Magical Revival refers to the Winter Night as the beginning of the magical revival, as there is information that the cultivation of magic crystals officially appeared in people's eyes from this day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I always thought that I was the one who was favored by the gods, because I discovered the ball lightning, because I discovered the secret of the magic crystal, but I have to admit that I was wrong, in fact, the person who was favored by the gods was not me. --Ava's Diary, "A Letter from My Best Friend Fashen"

Winter Night is a major holiday in White Rock Town, and the residents of White Rock Town celebrate the arrival of the eternal night in a variety of festive ways, starting with Winter Night, people will experience a full six months of dark life, and the temperature will drop below freezing. The air becomes dry, and only the eternal and unchanging starlight accompanies people.

"Do you know what my discovery means?" Apprentice Mage Nicholas's blue eyes were filled with divine light, "From now on, the wizarding world will change because of my discovery. ”

"Well, dear Tesla," the gray dwarf yawned heavily, "I'll admit you're a pretty good apprentice, and maybe you'll be able to get rid of the word apprentice soon." Your discovery is also remarkable, but what does it have to do with me, I'm going back to purgatory. I didn't eat at noon, I didn't sleep well yesterday, and now I'm sleepy and hungry. ”

The gray dwarf turned and left the room, leaving the lightning mage with a bewildered expression. Morgaret left remembering Nicholas's house number, 1603 White Rock Lane.

It took only five minutes to return to Purgatory Morgarte from 1603 White Rock Lane, but Nicholas took Morgaret around White Rock for at least half an hour, but Morgaret felt that his caution was justified, and in fact, Morgaret had already set off an uproar in his heart.

The importance of magic crystals is self-evident, any magic weapon is inseparable from magic crystals, and the quantity and quality of magic crystals directly determine the grade of a magic weapon. Moreover, high-quality magic crystals are an extremely valuable resource that is very difficult to obtain. Compared to the lightning crystal that Nicholas sprouted, the cherry pit in Morgritte's pocket was the real reason for his surprise, and his heart had not calmed down until now. The things in the dream actually appeared in his pocket, which must have happened something that he couldn't understand.

Morwriten pushed open the door of purgatory, a wave of heat mixed with noisy sounds, and the pungent smell of tobacco came to his face, no one thought of him, the wine brewing in purgatory was busy at this time, and the tavern was full of people. It's a winter night, and almost all the adventurers in Whitestone have come to Purgatory.

The bar of the Purgatory Tavern was filled with people, and from time to time there were screams and cheers, and an oval-shaped blue bottle flew high and landed in the middle of the crowd. "When a new bartender arrives in Purgatory, why don't I know?" Morwritte struggled to the edge of the bar and climbed into a high chair. He had to stand on a tall chair to see the inside of the bar.

"Welcome the wrath of the grey dwarves from the Western Ghats," came the crow's gong-like voice from the center of the crowd, as it flapped its wings and flew into the air, a match slashing through the air and a bright light falling on the crow's black back.

With a bang, a handful of blue flames ignited on the crow's body, and the ethereal flames rose more than a meter high. The crow hovered in mid-air with a flaming flame, and there was loud applause and whistles all around. In the next second, the flames on the crow's body suddenly disappeared. The crow landed on a shelf in the bar, its shiny silver beak arranging its black feathers.

"You're a bartender?" Morgritte squeezed into the middle of the bar crowd despite the murderous gazes of the explorers around her, kicked a drunken drunkard out of a high chair, and sat down across from the orc. Purgatory's business is so good that until now, he hasn't seen a figure of a goblin.

"Yes. The orc replied timidly, the oval-shaped bottle in his hand flitting up and down like a meteor.

"Bring me a drink of what you are best at. Morgaret tapped her finger lightly on the black oak top of the bar, it was an old object from the Purgatory Tavern, and Rogritte never thought that it would one day be his own.

"Yes. "The half-orc can't look at the excitement of his eyes, the last time the eel rice was messed up, the boss almost got angry. There must be no more problems this time. The oval-shaped bottle spun at high speed, making a buzzing sound, and Kate said something like mint and camphor from time to time.

With a bang, a transparent goblet suddenly appeared in front of Mowglitte, and there was half a cup of scarlet liquid in the goblet, and the smoke gurgled out, overflowing the edge of the goblet and falling down on the table, and dissipated before it could fall on the table.

"The mood of a wizard," the orc pushed the goblet to Morgritte, a few drops of sweat on her small pink nose, "please taste it." ”

"Very good, I can understand the mood of the blacksmith every day, and I am looking forward to the mood of this cup of wizard. Mowglitte took a small sip of the wine glass, the cold liquid was smooth and sweet, leaving a little bitterness in the mouth, and in an instant the bitterness suddenly exploded into a hot heat, which extended down the throat, making Mowglitte's stomach warm. Just when Mowglitte thought that this was the end, the heat in his mouth became cold, and the coldness only lasted for a while before disappearing without a trace, and finally only a faint sweetness was left in his mouth.

"Perfect," the gray dwarf exhaled a faint breath of wine, "and you'll stay and work hard." ”

"Yes, boss. The orc let out a sigh of relief, and the big stone in his heart finally landed. If she is kicked out of the Purgatory Tavern by her boss on a winter night, she will be homeless.

"Angela, there are so many guests, why haven't I seen her people, can't I be hiding somewhere?" Mowglitte turned her head to look around, but still didn't see the goblin.

"Sister Angela in the back kitchen. The orc's eyes wandered, and he said hesitantly.

Morgaret suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and he squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the back kitchen of Purgatory.