Early morning.

The wind and snow stopped, and the sun showed a weak smile, casting the pale sunlight into the white forest.

In the woods, Lawson wears a rabbit skin hat, a large animal skin jacket with a strong smell of sweat, and a pair of cowhide boots several sizes larger, looking like a rice dumpling with not enough filling.

Carrying a large suitcase on his back, he walked the rugged snow-covered mountain road in a shallow step, trying to follow the gray-robed magician.

The luggage cabinet is very large, about more than 40 pounds, which is a heavy burden for a 15-year-old thin teenager.

The strap was sunk deep into the flesh of the shoulder, and with every step you took, you could hear the shoulder joint creaking and moaning, as if it would break in the next moment.

The magician walked as fast as he could, without the slightest intention of stopping.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was gradually widening, the cold words drifted into Rosen's ears with the wind: "Boy, hurry up, don't let me wait for you." ”

"Yes, Mentor."

Rosen tried to pick up the pace.

The magician immediately stopped, turned to stare into Rosen's eyes, and looked cold.

"No, I'm not your mentor. Remember, you're just my bagmate, and if you can't carry it, get out of here. ”

"Well, I remember. So what should I call you? ”

"My name is Cyrus."

"Yes, Mr. Cyrus."

Rosen changed his words very simply, with a very respectful attitude, so that it was impossible to find the slightest mistake.

The suitcase was indeed a bit heavy, and the shoulders were also strained by the belt, but for Rosen, who has the soul of an adult, these can be easily endured.

The most important thing is that the stomach is full and the body is warm, which is much better than the hunger and cold of the previous month.

After walking like this for a long time, when the sun turned overhead, Cyrus was also a little tired, and stopped in a clearing under a tree.

"Let's take a break here and have something to eat."

Rosen immediately quickened his pace, gently put down the suitcase, looked left and right, found a slightly dry ground, first covered with thick bear skin pads, and then said respectfully: "Sir, you sit first, I'll go pick up some firewood and come back, and build a bonfire." ”

Cyrus sat down on the bearskin cushion with satisfaction: "Don't go too far, it's not peaceful in the Shimmer Forest, and if you are bitten by poisonous insects, I can't save you." ”

"Yes, Mr. Cyrus."

Rosen took a quick stroll around the neighborhood, gathered a large handful of dead branches, picked up flint and steel, and lit a small campfire half a meter in front of Cyrus.

"Sir, do I need to boil a pot of boiling water for you?"

Cyrus shrugged his shoulders indispensably: "Then cook it." ”

Lawson took down the small clay pot hanging from the luggage rack, picked up a large ball of clean snow from the branch, and began to boil the water with a quick movement.

While he was busy, Cyrus sat on a bearskin and closed his eyes.

After a while, the water boiled and bubbled hot.

Rosen scooped a large cup, respectfully held it to Cyrus, and after the other party took it, he picked up the knife again, quickly cut a bowl of bacon, and handed it over with a few hot roasted potatoes: "Sir, please eat." ”

Everything is impeccable, Cyrus didn't say anything, but he was very satisfied in his heart, and it was indeed quite good to have a clever guy to serve his daily life.

He secretly thought that if this kid didn't hold back, he could let him follow him.

On the other side, after Sellers began to eat, Rosen picked up two baked potatoes, hid in a corner, and ate them silently.

As for the more delicious bacon, he didn't move at all.

Cyrus looked at them one by one, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I know how to measure." ’

When he was half-full, Cyrus suddenly asked, "Last night, you said you could paint?" ”

Rosen quickly swallowed the unchewed food in his mouth and said respectfully, "Yes, sir." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a blank parchment roll automatically floated out of the luggage rack, and a quill filled with ink floated down in front of Rosen.

"Draw one for me."

This is true, but he is now very interested in magic, so he naturally takes every opportunity to increase his knowledge of magic.

He looked at the pen and paper flying in the air in shock: "Mr. Cyrus, is this magic?" ”

Cyrus smiled contemptuously: "What a mud leg who has never seen the world, but it's just a small trick." ”

Seeing that Rosen still looked incredulous, he still explained: "This is the hand of a mage, it is of no great use, it can only be used to hold small objects." ”

Rosen is no stranger to the name 'Mage's Hand', and there are many fantasy novels on Earth, and what makes him really curious is the principle of magic.

But Sellers' patience was limited, and his face was already palpably bored.

As soon as Rosen saw it, he immediately took the pen and paper, and before he started drawing, he asked again: "Can you use it to unlock the lock?" ”

Cyrus heard it clearly, and a look of contempt appeared on his face again: "If it's really a rat from the thief's den, there are naturally bad thoughts flowing in the blood. ”

That being said, there is no denial of Rosen's claim.

Lawson didn't dare to test too much, he picked up the quill and parchment roll, and after posing, he summoned the desktop in a condensed voice, clicked on the resurrection picture of the corpse that he had taken last night, and then began to print.

'Brush Brush Brush ~~Brush Brush ~~~'

The white quill jumps lightly on the parchment, and the tip of the pen seems to have a living spirit.

Cyrus glanced at it, his eyebrows raised slightly: "It's kind of interesting." ”

Seeing that Rosen still needed some work to finish painting, he continued to eat bacon.

After about a quarter of an hour, the resurrection of the corpse was vividly displayed on the parchment roll, and everything was as realistic as the photograph except for the fact that the colors could not be restored.

"Sir, it's done."

Rosen respectfully handed the painting to Cyrus.

Cyrus turned his head to look at it, his eyes suddenly froze, his casual demeanor instantly converged a lot, he reached out and took the scroll, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Not bad~~ Very good, there is a painter who taught you?" ”

"Nope."

Cyrus's face turned cold: "You'd better tell me the truth!" ”

Rosen explained with a 'earnest' face: "Sir, there really isn't. I have loved painting since I was a child, and whenever I see a picture that touches me, I will take charcoal and copy it. Every time, I try my best to make sure that it is true, which is a bit difficult, I can't do it at first, but as I draw it over time, it gets better and better. ”

Life in the world depends on acting skills.

At the level of an adult, Rosen's acting skills are average, but who would doubt a 15-year-old boy too much?

Sellers believed most of it.

He looked down at the scroll again, looked at it for a while, then looked up at Lawson again, and said continuously: "Interesting~It's really interesting~"

As he spoke, he fell silent, as if thinking about something, and after a while, he suddenly looked up at Rosen: "Boy, have you ever seen a beautiful woman?" ”

"Huh?" Lawson was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

In his previous life, of course, he read countless beauties, but he was still a virgin in this life, and the women in the cottage were all destroyed by hard life, even if the foundation was good, they couldn't see where to go, so the most reasonable answer should be that I haven't seen it.

Seeing that he was at a loss, Sellers automatically chose the most reasonable answer, and said with a light smile: "It's that I've thought too much, how can you, a little shepherd living in the deep mountains and old forests, have ever seen a beautiful woman." ”

Rosen's mind raced.

He followed Cyrus, the minimum expectation was to follow him out of the forest alive, and the highest expectation was to be able to learn magic from this guy as a teacher.

But this guy obviously didn't like him, and now that the painting had caught the other party's attention, he decided to try it again.

"Uh~ sir, I've actually seen it. Head...... It's Wald, the iron-clawed wolf you killed, who captured a very beautiful girl a few years ago, and her face was as beautiful as flowers, so that everyone couldn't take their eyes off it. ”

Anyway, it was a few years ago, and there is no proof of death, and you don't have to worry about being debunked if you make it up at will.

Sellers believed it and asked with interest, "What about later?" ”

"And then died."

"How did you die?"

"He died in childbirth, died miserably, shouted for a day and a night and couldn't give birth, and then died. Wald was very sad and lost his temper for almost a month, many people were whipped inexplicably, and I was also whipped, but it hurt, and it took more than half a month to get better. ”

In these years, the woman's birth is a ghost gate, and it is normal to die in childbirth, and there are several deaths in the wild wolf village in my memory, so this reason is very reasonable.

'Oh~~'

Cyrus nodded slowly, he didn't care about the woman's fate: "Then do you remember what she looks like?" ”

"Of course I do." Lawson nodded vigorously.

At the same time, he opened "My Harem" and located it to the subfolder of "Fantasy Style Photo Book".

opened, and there were four sub-folders of "Still a View", "Quite Charming", "Rare and Excellent", and "Stunning Country".

Seeing the subtle knowledge, Rosen expected that the standard of living in this world was very average.

He estimated that even if it was an ordinary girl on the earth, it would already be very eye-catching here. If it is a beautiful girl who looks more than six points, she is probably a legendary fairy.

After thinking about it for a while, Rosen opened the subfolder "Still a Look", found a girl photo album with more than 5 points and less than 6 points, and picked out a photo with a conservative style to prepare.

Sure enough, Sellers handed over another piece of parchment: "Show me the drawing." ”

Lawson had already prepared, and the 'brush, brush, brush' began to output, and half an hour later, a woman wearing a light green dress with delicate facial features jumped on the paper.

Especially those big eyes, sparkling, soft and charming, extremely sultry.

Of course, I am far from being so good-looking, but I can't stop the earth girl from wearing makeup, and she has to open her face after makeup. The girl with 5 points is so neat, that is a dazzling beauty.

Cyrus glanced at it, his expression was shocked, and he immediately took the painting to his eyes to take a closer look, and as he looked, his breathing was noticeably thicker.

Suddenly, he grabbed the head hanging on the luggage rack and punched it a few times, his face full of indignation: "It's really a pearl falling into the manure tank!" This dead ghost has taken such a big advantage! ”

He reluctantly glanced at the drawing paper a few times, and then looked up at Rosen, with a hint of expectation on his face: "The painting is very good, but it is not good enough, this girl is wearing too many clothes, can she draw without clothes." ”

"Huh?!"

Rosen was taken aback again, this time from the heart, and he was shocked by Cyrus's straightforwardness.

Of course he can paint, but he can't, and with his age and experience, he can't draw it, because it is impossible for one to draw something that he has never seen at all.

Without waiting for Rosen to answer, Cyrus shook his head: "Hey~ It's that I'm thinking too much, you kid hasn't grown any hair, how can you ever see a beautiful girl naked." ”

But he was not disappointed, and there was a hint of fire in his gaze when he looked at Rosen: "Your painting skills are very good, which greatly surprised me." ”

After a while, Cyrus stood up, raised his foot and kicked some snow to extinguish the bonfire, and took the initiative to carry the heavy suitcase: "Go, keep going, walk faster, you can get out of the mountain before dark." ”

So saying, he strode forward.

Rosen trotted along: "Sir, I'll carry it, right?" ”

"No, morning is my test for you. This doll of yours is very honest and able to endure hardships, and I am very satisfied. From now on, you are my spell apprentice, and I will teach you spells, but in return, you will work for me. ”

Without waiting for Rosen to answer, he stopped again, stared into Rosen's eyes, and began to speak word by word.

"Remember, magic is the name given to a spell by an ignorant fool."

"Spells, spells! It has nothing to do with the devil in hell! Spells are the way to heaven for mortals like us! ”

'Is the path of a mortal to heaven?' ’

Rosen's heart shook slightly, and he became more and more yearning for spells, and he immediately changed his words: "I remember, Mentor Cyrus." ”

As for the reason given by Sellers for accepting the disciples, he did not believe a word. There is never a benefit in this world for no reason, and the essence of all relationships is an exchange of interests.

He estimated that the high-quality Spring Palace paintings should be able to sell for a lot of money, and judging from Sellers's previous performance, he must be quite short of money, so his attitude towards him will turn 180 degrees.

In this regard, Lawson secretly rejoiced: "It seems that my harem is not useless. ’