"Now, Mr. Yahara, does that witch have any important work to do with you?" Irena asked nonchalantly, sucking the juice and lying on the couch in Yahara's room.

This time, Mr. Yahara found it himself, and if there are unimaginable consequences, can you laugh at him?

Thinking of the image of Yahara's face flushed and muffled in admitting her mistake, Irena couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Zero Yuzi didn't ask, in her opinion, what Yahara did was deeply considered, and maybe this time it was the same.

"It's nothing, it's just a little clever little kid who wants to ask someone else to help save something he can't change."

After thinking about it, Yahara still didn't expand on it, but just gave Irena and them a vague concept.

As for where he wanted to go, it wasn't for him to worry about, which could be seen from the smile on Irina's small face and desperately holding back.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to go back and rest." Pulling open the door, Yahara invited Irena and Yuko back to her room, and she collapsed directly on the bed thinking about tomorrow's work.

Time magic, it's an unimaginable miracle, and this was actually studied by a teenage witch?

It's a big off-track.

The next morning, after looking forward to it all night, Yehara didn't inform Irena and Lingyuzi about them, and went downstairs to the restaurant to ask for a simple breakfast:

Bread, vegetable salad and milk.

Everything must be in place, and only when he is full of food and drink can he have the energy to work, although he is not a qualified worker, but a traveler who runs halfway.

In this way, until the temperature in the air bloomed a hint of heat, Yahara walked towards Estelle's house.

When I came to the familiar place yesterday, I just knocked on the door twice, and the door was instantly opened by the people in the room, and the planks fanned with a cool breeze.

Seeing Estelle, who was extremely anxious, and that face that was flushed with a hint of redness, Yahara had a little more smile in his heart.

It doesn't seem to be the kind of person who dies either.

"You're a little late." Estelle said angrily, the tall guy in front of her, with strange black hair and black eyes, had a weird style of doing things, and the gratitude she had accumulated dissipated.

First deliberately said those words to anger himself, and then took out two bottles of ridiculously high quality potions, not wanting his savings for many years, but he fell in love with the magic full of loopholes.

To sum it up: this is a guy who makes people feel uncomfortable but can't get angry with him.

"Well, of course, I have to make preparations first, after all, it's a big event like traveling through time, so you can't be hasty, right?" After glancing at Estelle, Yahara walked in with a smile on his face.

"What preparations?"

"Eat."

“......”

Estelle clenched her fists silently, and then slowly released it, in order to save Serena, this little episode should not be considered.

Then he turned to Yahara and waved his hand, signaling to follow her.

Walking through the bookshelves to the depths of the room, there were two chairs side by side in a dark and enclosed environment, and the aura of magic flashed, and the aura of magic was very strong.

What caught Yahara's attention the most was the huge stalactite cellar behind the chair.

"The magic I did wasn't that simple, and it didn't come at a small cost." Estelle turned her head to look at Yahara in a daze, and then continued to explain: "You should also know that magicians can sacrifice a part of themselves to produce magical power. ”

"Voice, memory, looks, etc., are fine, and I have been drawing my own blood in the past five years, and I have also reduced my magic power to almost the bottom, and I have continued to accumulate magic power."

"Speaking of which, I want to thank you for those two potions yesterday, plus the magic they have accumulated is barely up to par."

Hearing this, Yehara was thoughtful, after all, the effect of [Disease] is used for restoration, not to instantly fill up the empty magic, which only exists in fantasy, so he asked:

"That means there's not much magic left in your body after you cast this magic? And then my duty is to solve the troubles that may arise after the magic is activated? ”

Without responding directly to his question, Estelle took out two sparkling rings from her pocket and handed one to Yahara.

It is a pair of rings of the same style set with beautiful gemstones, exuding an air of mystery.

"It was originally made by me to make Serena happy when I was practicing, so that I could share the magic between the two of them, so that she should be able to use magic as well."

The ring, which had placed good hopes for her friend, was not handed over to her, and now she is going to use it to change her experience.

Fate is truly wonderful.

While Estelle continued to refine and check the magic, Yahara quietly took out a bottle of potion from Yumi and swallowed it quickly, driving the mana to begin to digest the effects of the medicine.

"Are you ready?"

Estelle looked at Yahara with expectant, excited eyes, holding a wand in her arms, and didn't forget to put the ring on as well.

"No problem!"

As she continued to recite the awkward, obscure letters, the blue-white light in the cellar was flourishing, and the air vibrated slightly, and the magic power that had been accumulated for five years seemed to have consciousness to shoot out a blue-white beam of light, which rotated around the two of them.

The cold, yet warm light occupied Yahara's field of vision, and he looked at it in confusion, his body and soul attracted by this incomparable beauty.

After a long time, the solemn bell quietly woke him up.

What appeared in the field of vision was a room as austere as Fang Cai.

"It worked." With a fair degree of confidence, Estelle said to Yahara, "You see, this is clearly the furnishings from ten years ago. ”

Shaking his head to shake the dizziness in his head, Yahara got up and observed the overall structure of the room, and indeed the dust in the corners and the aging of the walls had changed a lot.

Estelle walked out of the house with her short purple hair gently swaying, motioning for Yahara to follow.

Ten years ago, Rostrov did not have as many "2-chome murderer" flyers in the clock village as in later generations, the names of the street shops have changed, and the colors of the flowers in the flower beds are different.

The combination of various subtle changes in the street scene is clearly presented in the eyes of Yahara and can be seen at a glance.

On the other side, Estelle was looking at the clock tower and listening to the faint sound of the bells: "The time limit is about two hours, and when the clock rings at seven o'clock, we will go back." ”

"Is it that short?"

"It's for your potion, otherwise it's ...... an hour at most" Estelle suddenly looked down at the ring on her little finger, "If your magic is enough to stay longer." ”

Hearing this, Yehara was relieved, the potions stored in Yumi were not affected by the passage of time, and no one expected that someone would be able to carry hundreds of bottles of potions with him, and output magic power infinitely.

But suddenly another question came to his mind.