It began to rain gradually, at first it was light, but it quickly turned into a very heavy rainstorm.

Cretan was drenched.

This rain was not as big as the one that went to the Warcraft Mountain Range before, but it was cold, and the cold was shivering.

Crete didn't open his magic, summoned the wind shield to protect himself from the rain, and kept himself drenched in nothing.

He stumbled forward, drenched, shivering, and limp in his steps.

I don't know where he went, he looked up and looked at the sky obscured by dark clouds, the blonde hair on his forehead was clinging to him, and his face was constantly watered by the rain, leaving it like tears down the surface of the skin.

Clear eyes, blurred vision.

In the eyes of his own father, he ...... Reside... But just a waste?

He is indeed qualified to say this.

Because in the same grade, he ...... It's really far better than myself.

He also entered school at the age of ten, and his cultivation strength was only at the realm of a second-level magician, and his realm was ......

He is a third-level magician.

A ten-year-old third-level magician, this kind of talent and strength, whether it is in his original Ernst Academy or the current Ernst Academy, is a rare existence.

Compared to this, his reputation as a peerless genius of Ernst Academy is really worthless.

Crete laughed to himself.

He had heard his mother say that when he was only in school for more than half a year, his father led a group of third-grade students to fight with a group of fifth-grade students.

Compared to him, what were he doing in the same period?

Hiding in the back mountains to do penance, and then earned the name of one of the three peerless geniuses of the Ernst Academy.

Hehe...... You must know that although his nickname is the second in the millennium, the talent he shows is the last in the ranking.

Compared to his father, he is indeed a bit of a waste.

After all......

When he was sixteen or seventeen, he wrote those magical works......

Crete walked and walked until he came to a corner of a street.

There's a dimly lit coffee shop.

He stood at the door of this shop, thought about it, shook off the rain on his body, gave up the plan to go inside for a cup of coffee to warm up, and left in the rain.

I've drenched myself like this, is it still necessary to warm up? Scold.

At the same time, in the private room of that café, there were two figures.

"Princess, you said it was raining so much, why don't we go back for the time being, and then go to the Edward family's mansion tomorrow." One of them said to the other.

It was a beautiful figure, the slim-fitting Ernst sky-blue robe, which perfectly set off his golden ratio figure, and his long golden hair was combed into a classical low-cut style, and his face was gentle.

This is the sixth princess of the kingdom of Finlay, Adele Finlay.

"Nope." Adella shook her head slightly, then took a sip of her coffee, "Go now, go to the checkout, Nicole." ”

"Ah, princess, but it's raining heavily, or we'll wait a while."

"I don't know when this rain is going to fall." Adela put down her coffee cup, sighed softly, and said, "If you're afraid of the rain, I can go first." With that, she straightened up and left the place alone.

"Wait for me, princess." The girl named Nicole hurriedly followed.

In the heavy rain, Adele and Nicole were hanging a "wind shield" with a radius of several meters above their heads.

Wind Magic - Wind Shield

This is the magic that Nicole has set in.

The Wind Shield is very strong and is used to withstand raindrops, which Nicole only needs a small amount of mana to maintain.

The wind is invisible, and the wind shield only has a faint layer of transparent and extremely pale green.

The wind shield was not visible from a distance, and Adella and Nicole continued to move forward with the wind shield hanging above their heads, and it was not long before they arrived at the Edward family's mansion.

"Anyone?" Nicole knocked on the door, shouting.

Adele's hands were tight, she was wearing very thin today, and she felt very cold. The physical fitness of the mage is not as strong as that of the warriors, and it is not much different from ordinary people.

At that moment, the door opened.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" A soft female voice said.

Behind the door reveals the face of the owner of the voice.

The owner of the voice is not tall, and she wears an elegant and simple skirt, which looks a little plain, but it perfectly sets off her slender figure. The long blond hair that fell down to the waist was very thick, and the hairstyle was simple, just tied back casually. Her skin was as white as snow in winter, her eyes were as clear as a spring, so pure and flawless, like an angel, it was unbearable to hurt.

This is Crete's mother, Jane Edward.