Green Oriole Inn.

In the dimly lit room, Rosen clearly sensed Cyrus's hostility, and although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to be careless.

He hurriedly jumped out of bed and cautiously asked, "Mentor, am I doing badly?" ”

Cyrus seemed to be immersed in some kind of emotion, and Rosen's voice woke him up.

The cold light in his eyes quickly faded, but there was still an inexhaustible coldness on his face, like an ice ridge floating in ice water, which was shocking.

"No, you did nothing wrong, you did a good job, very good, much beyond my imagination!"

As he spoke, a hint of jealousy flashed in Cyrus's eyes.

He didn't expect that the shepherd who came out of a mountain nest obviously had no foundation in magic, but when he first learned it, he entered a deep meditation of rest.

It took him half a year to do this at Golden Dawn Academy, and even now, twenty years later, he can't guarantee that he will be able to enter a state of deep meditation at any time.

When the mind is upset, it is difficult to do even shallow meditation.

It's really more human than human, and it's infuriating!

Jealousy gnawed at Cyrus's heart like a poisonous snake, making him extremely distressed.

Every time I glanced at Lawson, this annoyance added a little more, and I almost wanted to give this guy a poisonous curse on the spot, causing him to burst his heart and die.

But reason forcibly suppressed the impulse.

"Rosen, you've mastered Rest Meditation perfectly. But if you want to learn more about spells, you have to earn more money. ”

"Yes, Mentor."

Rosen's demeanor was as respectful as ever, but deep down he felt a chill.

In his previous life, he was not confused, and his experience was naturally far more than that of a 14-year-old boy, and he could see through Cyrus's thoughts at a glance.

'Even though I'm already a low-level mage, he will be jealous of me as a beginner, and will even kill me. This heart eye is simply smaller than the tip of a needle. ’

When dealing with this kind of person, especially when you are still in an absolute weakness, you must be careful, and you can't stimulate the other party's self-esteem at all.

He thought to himself, 'Then let's be clumsy.' ’

On the other side, Cyrus naturally didn't know what Rosen was thinking, and he took out a book from his arms.

"You take this book of "Oil Painting Techniques", as well as these paints and canvases, and give them to you. You study carefully and master the drawing skills of oil painting as soon as possible. ”

After speaking, seeing that Rosen was silent, his heart was suddenly unhappy: "Why don't you speak?" ”

"Tutor, I can't read." The boy's voice was like a mosquito, and his face turned red, as if he felt very ashamed.

Cyrus frowned and patted his forehead: "Oh~ A wild child like you who grew up in a mountain nest is indeed impossible to read." ”

His face showed five points of annoyance, five points of impatience, and after a moment of silence, he said very reluctantly: "In this way, I will read this book to you." If you don't understand something, you just ask me, do you understand? ”

Rosen was overjoyed and hurriedly nodded: "Yes, mentor." ”

It was already 7 o'clock at night, and it was already dark, so Sellers lit the oil lamp on the table, laid the "Oil Painting Technique" flat on the table, and read it sentence by sentence.

Rosen listened intently, his eyes fixed on the words on the page.

After reading a few sentences, Cyrus asked, "Do you understand?" ”

Rosen wanted to say that he could understand, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered what happened before, so he shook his head blankly: "Mentor, I don't understand the word 'even stirring' in the third sentence. ”

Cyrus scolded disdainfully: "What a fool! ”

After scolding, I was patient and explained carefully. After all, it's about his future income.

The rest of the time, Sellers explained as he read, and Rosen played the role of a stupid child, studying clumsily, and it was not until the second half of the night that he finished reading the book "Oil Painting Techniques".

'Whew~~'

Sellers let out a long breath, his face full of exhaustion: "That's all for today, I'll tell you all the introductory skills of oil painting." Starting tomorrow, you will start practicing with real objects and strive to master the craft as soon as possible. ”

"Yes, I remember."

Cyrus lay down on the wooden bed and raised his hand to the corner of the room: "I'm going to rest, you can sleep on the floor over there." Don't make a sound when you sleep, understand?! ”

"Yes, Mentor."

'Poof~'

Sellers turned off the oil lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Lawson tiptoed to the corner of the room, where he lay on the floor.

The wooden floor was dirty and hard, but fortunately it was on the second floor, and downstairs was the lobby of the inn, where the fire was scorching the ceiling and heating the planks a little.

It was still cold, but barely bearable.

Tightening the animal skin coat on his body, Lawson closed his eyes, concentrated, summoned the desktop, opened "Lawson's Adventure Journal", and began to replay the reading process in the first half of the night.

In the video, while listening to the voice, Lawson began to learn the words of this world while comparing the otherworldly characters on the book.

An illiterate person can't be a mage.

As I was concentrating, I suddenly heard a very loud sound of air flow from outside the house, and the window was also slapped by the air current. Immediately after, the dogs in the town began to bark wildly.

Rosen was startled, opened his eyes and looked at the window, through the inferior green glass, he saw an off-white light coming in through the window, as if it was dawn.

But he remembered very well that Sellers had taken out his pocket watch to check the time, and it was only a quarter past the night.

Sellers was also awakened, and he scrambled out of bed, stooped to the window, and looked out cautiously with only his eyes on the windowsill.

'咤~~~~'

Another penetrating sound crashed in, shattering the glass and ringing the ears of the two people in the room, almost deaf.

The entire inn, and indeed the entire town, were awakened, and exclamations continued to be heard from outside the house.

After a while, Rosen felt that his ears could hear something, and he asked in shock, "Mentor, what happened?" ”

Cyrus didn't respond, and the pale light outside the window shone on his thin face, completely revealing the look of horror on his face.

Obviously, this was also far beyond the limits of his ability.

At this moment, Rosen saw a huge black shadow like ink faintly appear in the sky outside the window, in the low-hanging and rich gray-white clouds.

The black shadow swept through the gray-white clouds at an incredible speed, one moment the black shadow was still approaching the sky over Whitehorse, and the next moment, it was already rushing towards the northwest.

It's like a low-flying supersonic fighter!

This scene is also like a huge ink painting with the sky as a drawing board, full of black and white freehand.

And as the shadow faded, the grayish-white light in the clouds quickly dimmed, until it was night again.

The cold winter night fell silent again, and the anomaly that had happened before seemed like a nightmare.

But the broken glass on the windowsill, the constant sound of talking outside the window, is constantly proving the reality of the nightmare.

After a long time, Rosen came back to his senses and asked cautiously, "Mentor, what is that?" ”

Cyrus had regained his composure, but his thin cheeks still had a look of horror.

"Ember Bird, Lord of Nightmares, fallen descendant of the Immortal Bird. Thankfully, it's just passing through. Otherwise, its Fallen Fire can burn White Horse to ashes in an instant, and the creatures burned by the Fallen Fire will be reborn as sleepless dead souls. ”

Rosen became more and more shocked: "If it is bent on committing murder, can anyone stop it?" ”

Cyrus scoffed: "No one can stop it, only God can stop it." But don't worry too much, thousands of years ago, the Golden God and the transcendent beings made a pact of non-interference, which is the third golden rule. ”

The contract stipulates that the land of gold will never be disturbed by otherworldly beings, and that those who break the law will be punished by God. So, unless the ash bird is crazy, it won't attack Whitehorse. ”

"Oh~"

This answer gave Rosen great psychological comfort, after all, no one likes to live in a chaotic and turbulent place.

Sellers pointed to the broken window: "Take a bear skin to block the window, clean the broken glass, and go back to sleep." ”

"Yes, Mentor."

After a busy time, Lawson lay down on the cold and hard floor again, but his mind could not be calmed for a long time, and one thought after another came and went.

'Are humans God's pets in captivity?' ’

If there is no protection from God, how can mortals face the real world? ’

What kind of existence is the golden god who laid down the golden law? ’

Without an answer, Cyrus would not and would not dare to answer such an ungodly question, so the answer could only be sought on his own.

Lawson struggled to settle his mind and began to learn the Atlas script once more.