Dinger, the Thunder Archmage Dinger, who has been featured in the Magic Yearbook several times and has been featured on the cover several times, put away his smile.

"You've detected that mysterious fluctuation too?" Dinger muttered to himself, "I thought that extremely weak thunder elemental resonance was only something I could discover. ”

"Thunder elementals? No......" Cecil shook his head, "It's clearly a surging water elemental!" ”

Dinger was very surprised: "Could it be that a vein containing dual elements was discovered?" Or is it the promotion of a certain archmage that causes magic fluctuations?"

Cecil shook his head again, and the book in his hand flipped the pages: "In my perception, it was a faint but palpitating sensation...... It's like, like magic itself. ”

"Magic itself?" Dinger chewed on the word.

All of them are at the top of the magical realm, but there is also a gap between them.

For example, he was still young, and his sense of the elements was far inferior to Cecil, who had lived for hundreds of years.

So, he didn't have that palpitating feeling, he just felt that something was born. And the best place to discuss such things is in the Parliament's library.

The old diehards who are obsessed with magic like to flip through antique books that smell of decay to confirm their conjectures.

"So, Mr. Water Devil, do you know exactly where that feeling is?" Dinger behaved politely, and at this time, humility is the best choice for a smart person.

"The core area of Floating Light City." Cecil said solemnly.

"The capital of the Kingdom of Fran?" Dinger was even more surprised.

……

At this time, Sylvie didn't know how many old monsters she had provoked, and she was sitting at the long table in distress, frowning.

A quiet crystal lamp illuminates a corner of the room, which is still mysterious, ancient and vicissitudes.

She set it up as her own laboratory, like a hideout for powerful witches in a storybook, with some imagination of her own.

Sylvie stared at a door in front of her, behind which was a storage room.

Before, the light door was closing at a speed she couldn't have imagined, and she hadn't even had time to say hello to her new friend she had just met.

Yes, in her mind, Ebashi was already regarded as a new friend she had made by chance.

However, after the light door disappeared, she pretended to open the door inadvertently as she had done before, repeating it a dozen times, and the back of the door was just an ordinary storage room.

Is it a dream?

Impossible, impossible...... Sylvie shook her head, she was still holding the book thrown by Jiang Qiao in her hand!

It's just that after closing the door and disappearing, the words on the book are not covered by light, and they become unintelligible again. The complex square words are like heavenly books to her.

Some of the above drawings resembling magical experiments can be used to get a rough idea.

After studying for a long time, she didn't understand anything, so Sylvie had to hide the book carefully.

But the shock in the girl's heart has not dissipated, the subtle and magical mysteries of the world contained in this book, as well as the curiosity and desire to explore the world behind the door, still attract her.

Maybe the weight of the world itself was added to the boy, or maybe the boy was the only way for her to know about the earth, in short, she couldn't wait to see each other.

Thinking of this, Sylvie walked to the door again, opened it expectantly, and then closed it in disappointment.

……

As soon as it was dawn, Jiang Qiao hurriedly got up and ran to the toilet. He didn't know why he woke up early in the morning with excrement.

He took a special look, and the cake that Cheng Ruoxi gave him was freshly baked that day, and it was impossible to be bad.

Is it milk? Jiang Qiao then remembered that he drank high-quality milk yesterday, and he usually only drank two brands of ordinary milk.

In a sense, milk mixed with water saved him from lactose intolerance...... Ehashi thought so when he was working as a splatoon fighter in the toilet.

Jiang Qiao was spraying coolly, and the mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang, and someone sent him WeChat.

6:12 a.m.

"Jiang Qiao, haven't you woken up yet?"

The other person's avatar is a clear blue sea and sand, and a figure stands on the beach. Her nickname is "Smiling for Tomorrow".

This is Jiangqiao's homeroom teacher and chemistry teacher, Li Wan, a young woman of twenty-six or seventeen, who is also a teacher and friend to Jiangqiao.

This is the first class of Li Wan's belt, so he does his best in everything, and he can be said to take care of every student, and he has won the love of almost every student.

When she knew about the situation at Jiang Qiao's family, she often called to ask about Jiang Qiao's life, and occasionally came to visit with fruits.

It can be said that Li Wan is the most grateful person in Jiangqiao besides Cheng Ruoxi's family.

"Wake up, teacher, what's the matter with you?" Jiangqiao sent it over.

"(Surprised) (surprised) (surprised) (surprised) Oh, you woke up really early, why don't you get up early and work hard when you go to school." Li Wan quickly replied.

"The teacher looks down on people, why can't I work hard from last night until now?"

"Then you can take a picture and see."

Jiang Qiao fell into deep thought, could it be that he sent a photo of spraying in the toilet? It doesn't work, it doesn't work, if he dares to send it, the teacher will dare to block him.

"Ahem, teacher, don't you get up so early just to urge me to study?" Jiang Qiao hurriedly changed the topic.

"Really, I won't talk nonsense with you, when you come to school tomorrow, remember to bring all your textbooks."

"Why?" Jiang Qiao hurriedly sent it over.

"Tomorrow, the leaders above will come to check the teaching situation, and they will transfer a few students' textbooks.

"No, teacher, I still have to read tomorrow." Jiang Qiao hurriedly refused politely.

Nonsense, if you don't refuse, where does this lead him to find books? He threw all the books into another dimension!

"Don't talk nonsense, why don't you usually see you so positive? Tomorrow you and the book, either come or don't. This sentence was made by Li Wan, which was mixed with a few sneers.

This sentence is followed by three (kitchen knife) expressions.

After going to the toilet, Jiang Qiao came to the door of his parents' room and stood for a long time.

Pushing open the door, it was still the same as before, there was no quaint and quiet crystal lamp, and there was no red-haired witch.

Where did he go to find books?

......

It's another perfect morning, the sun is rising, and the birds are singing.

There are two big locust trees standing at the entrance of the alley in front of Jiangqiao's house, which are full of chirping birds, singing and harmonizing with the sound of car horns coming and going on the road at the entrance of the alley.

Maybe the birds were standing too close, and the one near the edge was squeezed down.

The bird seemed to have a kind of brain crippled beauty, and its wings fluttered incessantly, and it was about to fall from the treetops to the ground.

When it managed to stabilize itself and try to fly upward, a black shadow flew over the courtyard wall, and its claws pressed it to the ground.

It was a black kitten, two or three months old, and he was staring at the bird.