Autumn is like winter.

Early autumn in the bay is already very cold, and late autumn is no different from the harsh winter, and the only difference can be discerned from the vivid colors of the vegetation before it has had time to fade.

Throughout the autumn, Richard was like a volcanic eruption that had been silent for a long time, suddenly bursting with tremendous energy, and the madness of learning and cultivation and the thirst for knowledge shocked the Great Magus who were still amazed by the speed of summer. They could hardly believe that one could squeeze one's time in such a way, and this qiē did indeed appear in Richard's small body.

Richard's adjusted schedule did not leave any room for himself to think, and the use of time was accurate to the minute. Every day, when he was extremely tired, he would immediately empty his brain, fall into bed, and fall asleep, relieving even the most basic alertness of life in the mountains. Only in this way will Richard get the deepest sleep, regain the energy he needs for a day of study in three hours, and make the magic of three hours of sleep no less than that of three hours of meditation.

Reports flew like snowflakes to the black gold, causing the gray dwarves to thunder. He did his best to compress the number of Legendary Mage's desks, lest His Highness Helen Su's excessive joy drag down Deep Blue's already somewhat fragile balance of payments. However, the strength of the gray dwarf was sometimes poor, and the blowout of records flew in every corner of the dark blue, and even many reports had enough energy to pass directly over him and send them to Su Helen.

So Deep Blue's balance of payments began to falter. Fortunately, for some reason, Duke Solam suddenly made up a large amount of sponsorship fees, and another self-funded disciple qualification was auctioned off at a sky-high price in the Millennium Empire, one of the three major kingdoms of mankind, which added two big fig leafs to Deep Blue's autumn and winter financial reports. However, the gray dwarves are not a short-sighted race, and Black Gold has a long-term strategic vision, and in the past, he would often worry about the financial situation of Deep Blue three hundred years later. But the real situation in front of us is that it will not take 300 years, and it will not be possible to live next spring.

The gray dwarf grew haggard day by day, and his stout body miraculously revealed a hint of boniness, and the obviously ill-fitting coat fluttered with each swing of his fist curse, like the fragile balance on the books. He has to deal with a huge number of numbers every day, but his income is steady, while his expenses are always unpredictable, and every time he exceeds expectations, the direction is not pleasant. The erosion of every piece of profit made Heijin feel that a piece of flesh on his body had been ripped away. But the Legendary Mage's joy is not subject to the will of the Grey Dwarf, and sometimes she even cheers for a small achievement from Richard.

In this autumn, the only person in the dark blue who doesn't want to see "Sue Helen's Joy" is the gray dwarf.

At the most helpless, the gray dwarf even came up with the idea of Su Helen's personal wallet. As long as His Highness opens even a small corner of his money bag, the situation of Deep Blue will be solved. Heijin was once fascinated by this idea, and His Highness's delicate little purse contained the wealth of unknown dragons! However, fortunately, he soon came to his senses and understood how stupid this idea was, and even the dragon did not dare to hit the idea of Su Helen's wallet, let alone a little gray dwarf?

And Black Gold was not deterred, and he quickly found his own motivation. If he can't solve the dilemma in front of him, then what's the use of him? The treasurer is not just a bookkeeper, it is the job of the high elves.

The gray dwarf was emaciated, while Richard, who was also in a gloomy mood, was the opposite.

On the last day of late autumn, Richard stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and carefully looked at himself in the mirror. This is a body that is beginning to show male style, with broad shoulders, two pectoral muscles that are beginning to take shape, a rapidly constricting waistline, tight and powerful buttocks, and even elf-style slender but explosive legs. And his face changed slightly, perhaps because he had not smiled for a long time, or perhaps because he had been silent for a long time, the little childishness and softness that remained in the spring had all faded, and the edges and corners began to stand out, like steel rock cut by a giant axe, and flowing magma was buried in each line. As for those eyes, they were as quiet as an abyss, gloomy, cold, and bottomless.

Richard moved his mind slightly, and then looked at his **. The male traits are already high and ready to be pierced and conquered, and now they are extraordinary, and there is still more room to grow in the future. Seeing the murder weapon, a long-lost smile finally appeared on the corner of Richard's mouth.

I'm already a man.

However, at this moment, Erin's crisp and heavy voice suddenly sounded in Richard's ears: "Yes, it was last night. ”

Richard's body immediately trembled. He raised his hands to cover his ears, but halfway through them he put them down, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, the conversation would be repeated in its entirety.

"Why?!"

"I need money. ”

"I have a lot of them!"

"But I don't want to make your money. ”

.......

Richard no longer looked at himself in the realm, but strode towards the magical room with the conversation echoing in his ears. In the corner of the room stands a steel doll. It was originally used to test the power of magic, but now it was used by Richard to sharpen his fists. Whenever his heart is burned by the past, he will use this puppet to strengthen his ** power and torture himself at the same time. This time too.

Walking up to the steel doll, Richard stood as usual, his legs shoulder-width apart, ready for the punch, and took a deep breath. The surface of the steel doll is very smooth, and Richard's face is clearly reflected. For some reason, when he saw himself in the steel armor, Richard suddenly felt unquenchable anger in his heart! He hated himself, and even more hated why he had not been able to detect Irene's embarrassment earlier, but indulged his own loss, waiting for an unacceptable result in silence. The rage ignited the hidden blood, and the flowing blood boiled and burned in an instant, turning into a roaring lava that rushed straight to the top of the head!

The burning blood suddenly gave Richard infinite power, every vein wanted to burst under the pressure, every meridian seemed to be broken in the next moment, he let out a beastly roar, swung a fist, and slammed it into the steel doll's chest!

The steel forged chest collapsed and dented, and even faint cracks appeared. Not only the fist, but Richard's small forearm did not enter the puppet's chest, and the force of the rage was too strong, and it faintly formed a vortex with suction, and the puppet was tightly sucked on the top of the fist, and the range of deformation was still expanding. Finally, when all the power was unleashed, the twisted puppet flew backwards, slammed into the wall, and deformed again.

This is a standard magic doll with defensive power comparable to that of a military-standard bust. This means that the power of Richard's punch is enough to kill an elite knight in half-steel armor from the front, and if you use energy level conversion, it is also equivalent to a weakened fireball technique.

So, on the day from autumn to winter, Richard awakened the first bloodline ability in his life: explosion.

Winter is like winter.

Winter is a season of slaughter for every native life in this plane, and even creatures accustomed to living in the cold will prefer spring and summer. Because during those two seasons they can find more food, they can mate, they can reproduce, they can store fat for late autumn and winter.

Now the seasons make no difference to Richard. The fledgling, who had been curious to see the outside world, completely closed his eyes and sealed off his senses, Richard didn't care about anything in the outside world, but just frantically threw himself into the world of magic. His magic grew wildly again, and during the freezing season in the northern part of the floating ice bay, Richard's magic reached 24, which was already beyond the standard of a third-level mage. Almost all of the tutors who taught Richard were ecstatic about his progress, with the exception of one person, the master who taught him the arts.

The paintings handed in by Richard were suffocating the master more than one by one. They are all plain and sketched, all with a thin quill. In the beginning, the picture also pays attention to composition and light and shadow, and there are also various characters. According to the master's teachings, the portrait will endow the picture with a soul. However, in the paintings that Richard handed in, people appeared less and less, and the environment became more and more oppressive. Later, there were no more creatures in the picture, and even the scene gradually blurred. But in the eyes of the master, these paintings are more powerful than the other, like the sea in the dark night, where there are only slight waves on the surface of the sea, but the storm can come at any time.

The master sometimes can't help but look at the lines in detail. Every time the lines were outlined, twisted, and smoothed, he felt as if he heard the cry of his soul from the depths of hell! Even a single line was so powerful! The master could not imagine what Richard should have been like when he painted. One day, the master who was only a twelfth-level magician suddenly found that he was already a little unable to bear the mental impact of those paintings. However, his duties as a mentor forced him to carefully examine every painting that Richard handed in.

In Richard's paintings, the use of light is becoming less and less, the scenery is becoming more and more blurred, and large shadows begin to occupy larger areas. Finally, one day, when Richard handed in a 'painting' made entirely of messy lines, the master suddenly smashed everything in the studio that could be smashed!

In the winter, there were two small things that slightly disturbed Richard's life.

One was that during a certain class, Richard once again met a young mage who called himself Stevenson. The young mage was very enthusiastic and had an irreproachable demeanor, fully demonstrating the etiquette of a noble child, and his identity as a personal disciple of Su Helen naturally reduced the gap between him and Richard. Another student of the legendary mage, Minnie Mouse, was also present, but she was much more lively at the moment, and after listening for a while, she not only took the initiative to join, but also raised a few topics.

Both Stevenson and Minnie have good attainments in magic, so they talk about magic. Richard didn't want to talk to anyone, but the discussion of magic was an exception, so he reluctantly chatted with them for a while, but the lesson soon began, and Richard was able to return to the loneliness of walking alone.

Throughout the conversation, Richard sensed a faint hostility from beginning to end. Although they are very well disguised, some of the physical details are captured by Richard's talent for precision and analyzed by intelligence. It's normal to be hostile, and almost everyone Richard sees in Deep Blue is more or less hostile to himself, except for Helen Su and Erin. What he didn't understand was that both Stevenson and Minnie were stronger than him in terms of background and personal ability, so why they were still hostile? But these two people were actually not important in Richard's heart, and at night, he almost completely forgot about Stevenson and Minnie.

Another little thing is that he sees Erin again. It was just a distant back, in the largest trade area near the bottom floor, the flow of people was rolling and fleeting, but Richard knew that it was her. There was also a man beside Erin, openly holding her waist in an intimate gesture. It doesn't matter where they go or what they do, because a qiē has shown that everything that needs to be done has been done. It doesn't matter if it's more than once, or less at all.

Richard didn't catch up and didn't take a second look. The young man next to Erin looked a little like Stevenson, but Richard didn't continue to compare. It didn't matter who was around the girl anymore, so Richard cleared her and the men around her from his mind, and the process was fairly simple and easy.

It's still not easy to forget jì, but there are many ways to stop the pain. This may be a takeaway for Richard this winter.