Griffith's heart was filled with fear and panic that made him want to flee now. It is said that the Extraordinary One's perception and mental powers have sensed some kind of danger and are instructing his body. Kroger ate Griffith's food to himself, not taking the dangerous forest at hand.

"Well, then, I'll take my leave, Mr. Kroger, and we've got a bedtime time request," Griffith waved at the giant, "and I'll bring you more wine when I get back." ”

"That's a good idea!" Kroger hurriedly jumped up from his seat and pulled out two large pumpkins from the corner, "bring these back to you." ”

"Thanks," Griffith thought for a moment as he looked at the big pumpkin he could barely hold, "do you know where there are grapes around here?"

......

In the far East, where supplies are scarce, Griffith lived a hard life for two years. As the front continued to stretch eastward, the road became more and more difficult to walk, and supplies became scarce day by day.

Although the salary of armored cavalry is higher than that of ordinary legionnaires, it is not much higher, and it is not uncommon for people to be unable to afford various necessities such as toothbrushes and a change of clothes in extremely expensive battlefields.

It was during this period that Griffith learned a little trick. He didn't have a chance to try it when he traveled with Miss Elf before, and when he returned to Bayeran, he was very strict with the Earl's Court, and now he has a chance.

Griffith held Kroger's large pumpkin and crept his way to a vineyard. He pulled out the cleaned dagger and dug a hole in the middle of the pumpkin, pulled out the soft sac but left the lid behind, and made two pumpkin jars.

The summer sea breeze passes through the low-hanging vines, pushing the tantalizing aroma of clusters of sparkling purple fruits. Griffith picked a few bunches of the fullest grapes and threw one in his mouth in each bunch.

The sweet and plump taste spreads in the mouth immediately, and the sweetness and moisture are just the right amount of aftertaste.

Although he had violated the bedtime rule, Griffith unhurriedly ran to the nearby well with a large pumpkin full of grapes, washed the grapes with cool well water, placed them on a ventilated stone slab to dry, squeezed them one by one and stirred them in the pumpkins, and finally closed the pumpkin lid and placed it in a cool and ventilated place.

After straining the pomace for more than 20 days, you get a tempting red liquid - wine.

Unlike traditional winemaking, the wine made from Kroger's pumpkin is sure to be more mellow and sweet.

In the East, private brewing was a serious violation of discipline. But in that remote and dangerous ghost place, the violatories had gone violated, and the gendarmes could not control it at all.

The wine made by the assault cavalry was served in a large pumpkin and placed in a marching carriage as if it were lunch. When supplies are scarce, a glass of sweet wine can soothe tension and calm the minds of soldiers who have just retreated from a bloody battle, so that they will not be distorted by the madness of the battlefield.

If you put such a fine wine in a small leather bag and carry it with you, it will be a hard currency that can be exchanged for all kinds of good things!

Griffith licked her lips. He was going to find an opportunity to make some wine every few days and hide it. When the wine was ready, he would exchange it with Kroger for rare plants and minerals at the edge of the Whispering Forest, or for some money and information among the boys.

He had noticed during the meal that although the dinner at Hormonwaltz was delicious, the drinks offered to everyone were only light sparkling wine and rum. It is impossible for those students who have eaten their mouths in Baierlan to buy red wine in the school in the future, and the wine bought in the nearby town should not be easily brought into the school through inspection.

Money is very important! Books, experimental materials, necessary clothes, and enchanted weapons and equipment that may appear all cost money, well, this is a small amount of money, and you can save a little money. But if you have the chance, you can have dinner with Galadia on your day off, I heard that there is a good theater in the town outside the school, and there are many festivals and celebrations after the New Year......

The salary and allowance of more than 100 silver langs per month can't be sustained at all!

The thought of his meager salary and the cost of school made Griffith nervous with a toothache.

Well, now there is one more way to make money!

......

After tinkering with the pumpkins and grapes, Griffith quietly slipped into his bedroom, ready to dream of a hard-working fortune.

The schoolhouse at Holmonworth is old and elegant, with overhanging cloisters and staircases connecting the halls, towers and attics. Centuries-old records can be seen on columns, handrails and door frames, and a simple terrace has many stories.

Students must return to their dormitories after 10 p.m., and offenders will be punished to varying degrees. But from Kroger's cottage to the vineyard and all the way to the boys' dormitory, Griffith saw no visiting professors and prefects, but a few pairs of figures wearing senior badges in quiet corners, not knowing what to do.

Griffith sped through several lounges and living rooms, then jumped over the wall onto a terrace, ready to go straight back to his room.

Suddenly, he noticed three figures sitting on the couch in the corner not far away, one of them was a haughty Fisher, and the other two were freshmen from other houses.

"There are many mages here, but you will soon find out that there is no generalization of the bloodline between wizards and wizards, and that some people are born noble. Yes, it's a wizard, and only the uninformed common people call themselves mages. ”

Fisher tore open a pouch and pulled out a frog-shaped piece of chocolate. Cocoa nuts and sweets from elves seem to have become popular in the human world. His friends nodded their heads and stared at the snacks.

Maybe I shouldn't bother them. Griffith thought about it and prepared to get around from the neighborhood.

At that moment, a man walked through the dark corridor. His steps were light, but his figure and bearing were extraordinary, with the grace of an impeccable aristocracy.

"Aaron!"

The three Fishers, who saw the figure clearly, blurted out.

Aaron Griffith immediately ducked into the darkness.

The blonde boy with red eyes always wore a restrained and elegant smile during the dinner, and did not talk to his classmates, but just sipped wine and quietly listened to everyone's conversation. The Gifted Hat went crazy while testing him, causing a minor commotion that wasn't worth mentioning, and the professors just smiled and shook their heads.

However, at this moment, his restrained temperament vanished, and he folded his arms and looked down at Fisher and his friends, and there was a breathtaking light in his red eyes.

"Give me your chocolate frog. ”

The smile on Fisher's face vanished, and it was clear that he had wanted to make friends with this well-known figure.

"Oh, oh, yes, it's true, it's not a good thing to have a blood and qi square, but my family is ......"

Fisher's words were gagged. One hand grabbed his front teeth and slammed it hard!

The front teeth fell in response, and Young Master Fisher's mouth suddenly became bloody.

"Ahh

Griffith was stunned. This beautiful boy who looks quiet and elegant has another mask in private.

"Don't be struggling," said Aaron, "take it quickly, like a maid bringing wine and caviar to a first-class guest!"

His majesty was like punishing a vassal king, and even the rebuke had an ininimitable tone that was fascinating.

Fisher covered his mouth, his eyes widened and he trembled to express his fear.

"It's you! Aaron Lundilus, you beat that man! you're the boy who never dies!" exclaimed one of the boys, turning to run away.

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron grabbed him, broke his nose and threw him back.

Completely oblivious to the fact that he had tried to befriend Aaron before the dinner party, Fischer de Aegus fell to his knees with his friends, blood and snot running down tears, and respectfully placed chocolate frogs and other snacks at Aaron's feet.

"Is it still useful? ”

Aaron lowered his gaze: "I am a wizard destined to rule the world, and it is your luck to meet me here." As long as you obey me, Fischer de Aygue, I promise you power you never dreamed of. ”

"Yes, yes! Lord Aaron!"

Fisher covered his bleeding mouth and crawled at Aaron's feet with a terrified trill.

Aaron withdrew his gaze and turned his head slightly to sweep around the dark corner. Griffith had just left from there.

Griffith was no stranger to what he saw, but it was all happening in the armies of supremacy and the disorderly ghetto. In that kind of place, the first priority is to clarify the dignity and weakness of the strong and the weak.

Unexpectedly, Beyeland and Holmonwood also followed this set of rules. Even among the young aristocrats of high society, who have begun to establish their own order from the first day of meeting?

......

The next morning, Griffith walked around the hall downstairs of his dormitory with a thick book in his hand. By the time the first rays of sunlight illuminated the glittering glass windows, the dressed elves had already descended from the upper floor.

"Hey, did you sneak there last night!?" Garradia's thin eyebrows raised, "You have a sweet scent on you! Why don't you take me with you!"

It was Griffith's first morning in Holmonwood.

The morning sun shines through the thin mist, casting a soft glow on the sea-facing cliffs and cloisters on the east side of Hormonwarts. Most of the students had not left the room yet, and only the two who had risen early enjoyed the silence of the corridor. The pleasant sea breeze gently blows through the elven girl's soft long skirt with the charming smell characteristic of the early morning.

Two years ago, Griffith left the Junior Non-Commissioned Officer School and accepted a call-up to the East. Suddenly, one day, he got rid of the terrible battlefield on the Eastern Front, and even the corridors and rooms he walked through were filled with comfortable coolness and a faint aroma.

After two years of bloody fighting, Griffith felt that he was walking with his textbook again, as if he was not holding an Introduction to Magic handout, but holding a shield facing the enemy.

"Uh-huh~?" Galadia turned her head to look at Griffith, who was restrained but tall, "You look good in the academy uniform~ Although it's a little uncomfortable, but, well, it's quite temperamental." ”

"Really?" Griffith's eyes lit up, "I didn't feel right when I woke up in the morning, and then I put my chain mail under my uniform and felt so much better." ”

The apprentice knight said as he thumped his chest with a dull sound.

"You ......," Galadia pouted, "don't you still have a dagger and a dagger?"

"A short sword, two daggers," Griffith said, gesturing to his waist and boots, with some regret, "but it's a pity that if you bring more, you'll be seen." ”

Holmonwaltz strictly forbids the Shotorals to carry weapons to the study, and he made a point of repeating it at yesterday's dinner. A wand is the only permitted item, and if you don't have a wand or can't use it, pretend you have a wand around your waist.

This is partly due to the fact that most weapons have varying degrees of negative impact on the use of magic, and partly because this is the best higher magic school in the kingdom, and it is neither safe nor decent to carry sharp weapons.

"It's really unseemly~" Galadia pulled out her wand made of the core of the windy oak and tapped the apprentice knight's head, "You're so stubborn, you're definitely failing spellings." ”

"Charms is my audit class, it doesn't count as credits, and it doesn't affect graduation," Griffith was in a very good mood, "I found that only Introduction to Magic and Elementary Studies in Dark Arts are compulsory this semester, and they are both theoretical courses. As long as you don't have to cast spells, there's no problem at all. ”

"Hmph~" Galadia snorted softly, as if to say let's see. The elf's steps were light and dexterous, and if it weren't for the newcomer, Griffith suspected that she would have jumped onto the handrail of the cloister and jumped all the way over the hundred-meter cliff.

......

The first class of more than 800 first-year freshmen was an introduction to magic, which lasted from eight in the morning to half past eleven in the afternoon, taking up a terrible four class hours. Due to the large number of students, the four faculties had to be taught separately.

Whether you are a nobleman or a commoner, a probationary wizard or a probationary knight, all young people who enter Holmonwards are expected to follow this course step by step.

The classroom was arranged in a long, downward sloping staircase, and the entire 150 first-year students of Minerva Academy sat in black at the front of the podium. Each row is a long curved table with an aisle between every three seats.

The lively classroom is like a vegetable market in the morning.

As soon as the bell struck eight o'clock, a black-robed professor appeared at the door of the classroom at the hour, sweeping the students with his cold and shining eyes. His black hair hung neatly down to his shoulders, and his dignified face was pale and serious, like a blood clan that had eaten garlic. If it weren't for the fact that he had no expression on his face and didn't pay attention to maintenance when he was old, he would still be handsome.

"I am Loaldes Basrico Listener, and in this classroom I demand, absolute order. ”