Lanya's words made Ringer amused and helpless, wondering why my love for bartending was always misunderstood.

The goddess of magic, Freya, is on top, and I really just want to analyze the juice of Aomori Ryusuo grass with my tongue.

As far as the result is concerned, this is a fierce ingredient, which can only be used as an auxiliary condiment, and if it is really to be added to a wine glass, like bitters, a few drops will suffice.

By this time, the numbness on the tip of his tongue had begun to subside.

"Theos, I'd like to make a drink with the evil weeds here."

Tios looked up at Ringer with a small face, her beautiful eyes flashing with a complicated light, and her expression was very entangled.

She trusted Ringer now, but this valley was the place where she was born, and every plant and tree here was important to her and she couldn't give it up easily.

She remembered that Ringer had first appeared in the valley for the evil clothes here, but that she had changed her mind by using nectar as a substitute.

But now, the bees were burned to death by the fire demon.

After a moment, she bit her lower lip and whispered:

"I can only ...... A little bit. ”

When Ringer saw her appearance, he didn't know what she was thinking, rubbed her hair, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'll only take a little sap from each evil herb, and I won't hurt them at all if I change a place at a time."

Teoss then turned her sorrow into joy, and threw herself forward again, hugging Ringer's waist.

"Then you have to be gentle."

"I'll be careful not to get a leaf off." Ringer gently stroked her long, silky hair at the back of her head.

On the side, Lan Ya's eyes narrowed again.

After Theos let go, Ringer walked out into the flower field, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the flow of wind in his surroundings.

The flowing air forms the wind, which is almost everywhere.

When the wind meets something tangible, it changes.

This change is conveyed back to Ringer's brain, and in his mind space he sketches a scene that is exactly the same as the outside world, and the closer things are to him, the clearer they appear.

For Ringer, with him as the center, the twenty-meter diameter range was a highly accurate field, and the spatial position of each evil cloth grass was accurate, and the error was almost negligible.

When the wind blew through the obviously, the patches of evil clothes swayed slightly, and the spatial position of the rhizomes and flowers changed slightly, and this change was also completely conveyed to the brain, and the scene constructed in his mind changed almost simultaneously.

The changes that occur in each of their leaves, and even in each of the cilia on the leaves, are under his control.

Within twenty meters, no slight change could escape his senses.

This is the "Wind Sense".

Although it is an introductory magic for the wind system, it is very useful and can be used to prevent sneak attacks, or to detect traps and ambushes.

Different mages use it, the effect is completely different, and its perception range and accuracy depend entirely on the user's mental power and magic power.

The stronger the mental power, the wider the perceptual coverage, and the higher the perceptual accuracy.

For ordinary magic apprentices, this magic is relatively weak, because with the apprentice's magic and mental power, perception can often only cover a range of a few meters, and for magicians, within ten meters is already a dangerous distance.

In terms of accuracy, it is often only possible to detect changes in the air flow that occur when a large object is moving, and its use is really limited.

Ringer's level of perception can already be called super induction, far beyond the level of an apprentice.

Of course he didn't realize it himself, just as he didn't realize that the magic horn above his head was already exposed.

His attention is all focused on his surroundings and oblivious to his own changes.

A pair of pitch-black magic horns, like two small signal towers, stood above him.

The Wind Blade is also an entry-level magic.

Along with the Fireball Technique, the crutches that the official mages jokingly called the apprentices are basically the main means of attack of the magic apprentices, and without them, the rookie mage will not be able to move an inch.

Who made these two spells simple and useful, and almost every magic apprentice would use them.

When Ringer used the Wind Blade, the air flow around him became fierce, and thousands of tiny Wind Blades flew out.

If an ordinary wind blade is like a knife, then the wind blade that shoots out from around him is probably like the blade of a razor.

Although it is small, it is not a simple matter to control so many wind blades at the same time.

Under his control, the blades cut through the flowers, leaving tiny incisions in the stems of the stalks, which then dissipated into the air.

Not a single leaf or petal was knocked down, and there wasn't a single extra cut, just a small cut in every nearby Evil Cloth Grass, and it was almost in the same position.

These tiny wind blades, under his control, each one as precise as a scalpel.

The wind blade of the magic apprentice, even if it is one, has a certain chance of being missed, let alone thousands of ways.

Ringer's mastery of magic extends far beyond that of an apprentice.

The incision in the stem overflowed with light black sap, and instead of dripping, it floated upwards and converged in mid-air to form a ball the size of a basketball.

Ringer opened his eyes and took out the glass container from the ring that had been prepared and filled it with the liquid.

Tios crouched down in front of an evil herb and opened her eyes wide to see the incision on it, and couldn't help but smile.

At this level, there is no problem at all, Ringer is really a good person.

At this moment, she suddenly turned her head to look out of the valley.

"Ah, she's here again."

Ringer turned his head and saw a fiery red figure flying from outside the valley, as if he was still holding something.

When the other party approached, Ringer saw that she was holding a fat bee in her arms.

The bee was almost the same size as Shania, and including the long black tentacles on the top of its head, it was taller than Shania holding it.

The plump belly was streaked with golden patterns, and the spikes on the tail twisted around, as if looking for a target, wanting to plunge hard.

Looking at the way it struggles, it must be trying to tie up the stupid demon who is holding it.

"Hey, you're there too." Shania landed in a nearby clearing, poked her head out from behind the struggling bees, and wrinkled her cute little nose when she saw Ringer.

"Where did you get such a big bee?"

"It's not an ordinary bee, it's a queen bee, I caught it from the nearby forest, it's very good, all the bees in that forest are born from it. Give it to you, let it give you bees, and you will forgive me. ”

Shania held up the fat queen bee in the air, intending to use it to please Theos.

Theos's brow furrowed, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Ringer suddenly spoke.

"You really want friends, I can introduce you to one."

"Really?" Shania turned her head and stared at Ringer.

"But you have to promise me that you must not hurt her."

Shania's eyes lit up, and a burning breath erupted from her tiny nostrils.

"I promise."