It had been about five days since I learned the Magic Eye, Saza remembered. After the pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info has a new pair of eyes, he now has a higher level of research on magic circuits, no longer only looking at the results of one magic circuit as in the past, but also can see the operation process of magic circuits. That's a leap forward, so what?

He reluctantly denied a magic pattern again, accepting that his five days of hard work had been in vain. There is no way, those magic patterns that can be burned from books are all the most mediocre and useless magic patterns, and their gain to his magic source is completely minimal, and they are also likely to become a hidden danger. If the quality of these patterns is classified according to the classification method that is popular in this world, mediocre, sophisticated, outstanding, extraordinary, remarkable, immortal, epic, and legendary (Note 1), then the magic patterns on these books are all defective products in mediocrity. Saza really couldn't take them.

In the beginning, there will be a small part of the magician's magic source called the edge source, but as long as the magic pattern is tattooed on it, it will not affect the magic source in the slightest, whether it is beneficial or harmful. Bian Yuan is like a blank sheet of paper for a child, on which fledgling apprentices can freely swing without worrying about the possible negative effects of these magic patterns. However, the drawing paper is limited, and after the average person burns the three magic patterns, the edge source is full. Saza also burned three practical magic patterns at the request of the school, where practical and mediocre are synonymous, but he found that his side source still had room for at least three more magic patterns. However, he didn't plan to use it, he could feel that in fact, using Bian Yuan like this was just a kind of seedling, which was definitely a waste. He's already squandered extravagantly once, and there won't be a second time.

"Okay, let's do it for today. Saza said to himself, after packing his things, he habitually looked at the place beside him, I don't know how long the owner of the position had been home, vaguely he seemed to remember a fat man's apology, but at that time he was trying the ninety-seventh magic pattern. He had to admit that the reason why he could still remember it was entirely because the magic pattern was rotten beyond imagination.

He stood alone in the empty classroom, thinking, as if it was only at this time that reason would come back to his head every day. Could it be that something was wrong? He couldn't help but ask himself, trying to hold on to everything he cared about, and now he seemed to feel that everything was alienated from him, what he cared about, everything he didn't care about. Inadvertently, a beautiful face came to his mind, but sadly he couldn't call her name. Why did he suddenly think of the strange girl again, and his just clear thoughts suddenly became messy again.

There was a knock at the door, "You still can't leave?" An old man urged feebly at the door, which he recognized as a lame old servant of Neville.

"Oh, let's go. Only then did he realize how long he had been standing in the classroom, and the sky outside the window was already full of ink. He walked out of the classroom and closed the door with his hand. "Bang" He didn't control his strength, and there was a loud noise as the door shut.

The old servant, who had been walking in front, heard the commotion, and he came back and opened the door again. "Be careful in the future, remember to open the door. He said.

Saza was a little puzzled by the old servant's reaction, shouldn't he be the last to leave the classroom with the door closed?, thinking back to the first time he arrived at the classroom these days, the classroom doors were indeed open, but he didn't feel anything wrong at the time. He couldn't help but ask, "Old man, is it to open the door at night for ventilation, or is it some custom of Neville?"

The old servant turned to look at him with somewhat cloudy eyes, and for some reason he felt stared at him for a while. After a long time, the old servant spoke, "Since you don't know, don't ask." Remember to leave the door open. ”

As he walked downstairs, the rickety body was limping and seriously inspecting the floor, presumably looking for the door that hadn't been opened. Why is this old servant so serious? When Saza reached the third floor, he looked at the open classroom doors on both sides of the empty corridor, and his mind suddenly thought of a possibility that made his back tingle, and he quickly quickened his pace and hurried downstairs.

early morning

Breakfast is an essential meal for most people, especially those who have an endless amount of food to eat.

"Young Master Jonathan, you haven't been in a good mood lately, are you still not angry because the eldest young master doesn't say goodbye?" Gilbert looked at Jonathan, who was gulping down barbecue, he seemed to eat a lot when he was unhappy, and he looked like a monster that had just come out of the wasteland.

Jonathan swallowed his food and replied, "Come on, Gilbert, he's not the only damn bastard in this world." ”

"Little master, you shouldn't say such foul language," every time he said that, it was the rule, and Gilbert poured another glass of wine for his young master, "You know, the eldest young master will not approve of you using those family soldiers." ”

Listening to the butler's words, Jonathan almost squirted out the wine in his mouth, he swallowed, and smiled: "I swear this bastard will never die at my hands in this life." By the way, did you say that you can find something like a magic stone in the shallow part of the Mt. Akis?"

"Young Master, if it's a magic stone below the fourth order, as long as it doesn't require it to be of excellent quality, we can get it tomorrow. What type of magic stone do you need?"

However, the young master of this wealthy family only cut off disdainfully at this sentence: "Layman! ”

"Yes, young master. The butler's face was full of apologies, "There are first- and second-order demonic stones in the shallow part of the Qijisi Mountains, and if you are lucky, you can still find third-order demonic stones, but the quality is not easy to say." ”

Jonathan wiped the stains off his mouth with a napkin and nodded, "Got it." He asked, "It should be safe there, right?" to me. ”

"Of course, my young master. ”

"Without you sending someone to follow me?"

"Of course! It's been a long time since we've sent anyone to follow you. ”

Jonathan certainly knows what he means by us, "Best." He stood up and walked out the door.

"By the way, young master, I think you should take a look at this. Gilbert handed over a newspaper.

"Oh, spare me!" Jonathan was about to push away, but saw a catchy headline: Continuous thunderstorms along the coast of Longxinhai

"I've been keeping an eye on that thundercloud, and I think it's going to be alive and kicking around for a long time, and hopefully it will put you in a better mood," Gilbert said. ”

"Yes, it can. Jonathan smiled at the newspaper for the first time in his age.

Junior high school class D classroom

In the past few days, Saza has been somewhat accustomed to the rhythm of waking up early, and today, too, he can barely see anyone when he arrives at school. Today was a cloudy day, the stairs seemed a little dim, he walked up step by step, and unconsciously remembered last night's events in his mind, and when he opened the door at night, he hoped that he had thought too much.

When he reached the third floor, he couldn't help but take a step. The door to the second classroom in the hallway was closed, and he had seen it open when he left last night. Maybe there were already early arrivals in there. He persuaded himself to guess what was possible, but he still walked to the door. He didn't let himself hesitate and pushed the door open, hoping that he could use the prepared excuse of "going to the wrong classroom", but he didn't get that opportunity. The classroom was empty, and there was only a mirror standing there behind the door.

Saza returned to the hallway to check that the only door in the other classrooms was open. He didn't want to think about it anymore and went straight to the fourth floor.

He didn't realize how long he had been sitting there with a book in his hand, until a good morning greeting woke him up from his stunt, it was Jonathan.

"Fatty, do you have some strange rumors about Neville?"

"What?" Jonathan didn't hear for a moment what his table mate was asking, which should have been the first thing he said in a few days other than "Good morning." And "goodbye." "Other than that.

The question was repeated: "Is there any weird thing about Neville?"

"Man, if you think you're talking to me again about boring things like 'ghosts in the bell tower, hands under the table, women behind the doors,' then you might as well go back to your books now. Annoyance quickened Jonathan's speech, and no one wanted to be remembered for such a trivial matter.

"Wait, wait, what did you just say, the woman behind the door?" Saza asked, not paying any attention to the emotions at his table.

"You might want to find a lesbian table that chatters all day. Holding back his anger, Jonathan stopped paying attention to him.

Saza also noticed that he had just provoked his tablemate, and he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't open his mouth, just when the mentor came, and the bell rang.

Note 1: Note 1: This world has made quality classifications for important things such as magic, combat skills, horcruxes, and magic patterns. Mediocrity, sophistication, outstanding, extraordinary, excellence, immortality, epic, legend, and each of these levels is divided into three levels: inferior, ordinary, and superb.