5

Aiming at the seabirds soaring high in the sky, Simov decisively pulled the trigger, the bowstring rebounded, and the crossbow arrow cut through a crooked arc, and fell feebly into the water.

"Quack Quack...... ......"His prey seems to be laughing at him."

There is no accuracy, and the speed is not enough, there must be something wrong. He dismantled the rudimentary crossbow and examined each part one by one.

The structure of the crossbow is not complicated, the main body is composed of two parts: the crossbow arm and the crossbow machine, and the parts in the crossbow machine include a sight, a trigger, a hook and two latches that combine each part into a whole.

Simov was able to determine that he had made no mistakes in the craftsmanship of the production, and that it was impossible for the natives, who lived far from the interior and lived on the islands, to invent complex and elaborate mechanisms.

So what's the problem? He pondered for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck.

In the picture books left by the early missionaries, the arrow grooves of the crossbow are invariably engraved with some kind of peculiar pattern, Simov thought it was the grain of wood or the pattern of decoration, it seems that they are the most important part of the crossbow.

"Magic, it must be ancient magic!" He got excited.

As Lilith said, the age of magic is over, and the earth boiling, blizzards, lightning strikes, heat, those spells that are powerful enough to change the outcome of a war have solidified into meaningless terms in the history books. Magic is reduced to magic, and the courtiers light candles with the faint flame or summon the slightest cool breeze on a hot summer day to win the favor and approval of their masters...... But Simov is convinced that pure ancient magic can still be found in some remote and unknown areas, just as the long-extinct tree species in the interior still breed on Bromin Island.

He rushed into the library like madness, plunged headlong into the pile of old papers, and flicked through the dusty and mite-infested manuscripts.

In the gloomy library, the glimmer of candles flickered through the night, and Simov pieced together pieces of magical motifs, so focused that Leopold stood behind him for a long time without noticing.

"It's an ancient magic array, and it's been lost for many years."

Simov was shocked, and he instinctively restrained his panic, slowly moved his chair, and looked back at Leopold.

"Wind Acceleration Magic." He added, "The man who invented this magic array is a genius. ”

“…… Am I drawing correctly? ”

"Not exactly." Leopold stretched out his bony hand, his sallow nails scratching the paper, making a "rustling" sound. "The magic circle you drew is missing some key details, which will affect the effect of acceleration."

"Mentor, are you a magician?" Simov seemed to know him for the first time, and Leopold, who had always adhered to his duty, had a side that no one knew.

"The time of the magicians is over, and magic is at best a little trick that is not taken seriously, a magic trick to please the nobility and kill time. His expression was a little lonely.

"That's because the world can't understand the wonder and greatness of magic." Simov followed Leopold's prompts, carefully filling in the missing pieces.

The narrow magic circle stretched out in a spiral, repeating itself and shining brightly, and for a moment he almost thought he was hallucinating - it had life!

"The magic circle existed for hundreds of years before the Flynns landed on Bromin Island, and the local natives inscribed them in the arrow trough to greatly increase the range and stability of the crossbow arrows."

"So you know!"

"It's not complicated, it's not unusual. However, it has no other use than hunting birds in the sky. Simov, I know you want to be a magician and win the attention of the whole of Flynn like a paladin - despite your talent, I still have to advise you, give up and focus on arithmetic, this is the best way out for you. ”

"Thank you for your advice." Simov solemnly put away the magic array, thinking to himself, the distance between people is like the stars in the sky, it looks close, but in fact it is far away. Whether it's Leopot, it's Lilith, they don't know what he's really thinking.

6

Lilith stood by the sea, graceful, the sea breeze stirring her hair and dress, and from the side, she looked like the legendary goddess of Caithera, who blessed Bromin Island.

The daughter of Duke Nicholas, the pearl of Broadin Island, loved Simov so without hesitation that Alva suddenly felt envious.

"You're Simov's best friend, tell me, do you know much about him?" Lilith didn't look back, anxiety and uneasiness flooded her mind, making it impossible for her to calm down.

Alva shrugged and said, "He's like my brother." Lilith, what do you want to know? What's wrong with you guys? ”

“…… I don't think he took me to heart, at least not in the most important position. He has a world of his own, where I am like a superfluous outsider. You know, this feeling...... It makes me feel bad! ”

"Simov...... It's a little careless, he's born with this temper, but he still cares about you. ”

"Do you care?" Lilith smiled wryly and said, "It's not enough, I need to be the center of his world." I'm qualified, don't I? ”

"Lilith, you are the goddess in everyone's minds, Bromin Island, no, in the whole country of Flynn, there is no one more beautiful than you. Simov is lucky, maybe because it is too easy to get your favor, so he doesn't know how to cherish it. ”

"I don't think so, Simov him...... He seems to be carrying some heavy baggage, and even when he is alone with me, he is a little absent-minded. ”

Alva said tentatively, "Lilith, I can understand your feelings. I can give you an idea to make Simov nervous. ”

"What should I do?"

"Write a love letter, preferably to a knight who makes him feel inferior, I secretly handed it to him, and said that it was intercepted from the handmaiden Cindy, and he will definitely get nervous and fidgeting when he sees it."

Lilith was thrilled, "Will this work?" ”

"Trust me, I'm Simov's best friend and I know him as well as I know myself. His world is a hard shell that protects his fragile self-esteem, and if you smash it, Simov will burst with enthusiasm like never before. ”

"He won't be suspicious?"

"Lilith, there's something you probably didn't know......" Alva scratched her head, looking a little embarrassed, "Cindy and me...... It's a couple, we ......"

"You've made a private decision for life?" Lilith was surprised.

Alva said with a sigh of relief, "So to speak. Simov also knows about this, and I beg him not to mention it to you. ”

Lilith didn't care too much about the cheating of her maid Cindy, her only concern was Simov and their future. If her father refuses to accept Simov and she has to elope, it is just right to entrust Cindy to Alva.

"Write a love letter...... To whom? Lilith furrowed her eyebrows, she really didn't know how many prominent young talents there were. Who else in Bromin is better than Simov?

Alva cautiously suggested, "What do you think, Jeff Howellt, son of the Marquis of Ignatz in Flencburg?" ”