"Is this mentor really an elf?"

Annan asked as he walked down the spiral steps.

"Yes. Mentor Irilanzer has been in the Mage Tower even longer than this Mage Tower. A magnetic young voice sounded from behind.

Michael stopped, turned his head and frowned at the figure on the steps: "City Lord, it's very rude to eavesdrop on the conversation. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a little curious about this young king of the North." The young city lord asked the servants to step back and came to the steps where they could look at them levelly, and looked at Annan after apologetically: "And you also came because I was curious, right?" ”

Annan did not feel malice and ostentation from this usurper, so he did not shout out the east bank of the Thirty Years Puroni River, and the thirty years on the west bank of the Purney River: "What does it mean to be longer than this mage tower?" ”

Olmedo looked at Michael first.

Michael stretched out his hand and motioned for him.

"Thank you." Olmedo bowed slightly, and then went down the spiral staircase with Annan, "The Mage Tower has undergone reconstruction, and the current Mage Tower was built on the ruins of the old Mage Tower. ”

"Why haven't I heard of it?"

Before coming to Breezy for the first time, Annan pestered Mr. Victor to ask him a lot about the Mage Tower.

"Because only a member of the Mage Tower has the right to know about this matter." Olmedo leaned up the steps to look down the busy downstairs hall, "I also turned it out of an ancient book." ”

"That Izawa...... Aeon...... What's the deal with the Elven Mentor? ”

Annan, who has been learning the lingua franca for less than three months, still can't remember complex elf names, which is very reasonable.

"What do you like?" The young city lord suddenly asked. "For example, animals or things that you think are cute and want to be close to."

Annan used to like dogs and not cats, but after accidentally getting a cat, he became a cat that he used to dislike cats.

"You're saying she just did it out of ......' 'think I'm cute'?"

"Part of it, and part of it, it's because Mentor Irelandze has a nickname in the Mage Tower, 'Old Girl.'"

Annan looked at Michael in surprise, and he nodded to confirm that Olmedo was right.

"Does that mean she's old?"

"It means she's old and single."

Elves live between 1,000 and 2,000 years, and there are holy places to extend their lifespan, but they usually look for a mate after 200 years old, and some special elves are still children at 500 years old. And Mentor Irilanzer is about to turn 1,500 years old.

Not to mention the City of Breeze and the Mage Tower, the human order established by Irirandze with Saint Laurent in his youth has not yet appeared, and the grandfather of the Twelve Kings of the North is still using urine and mud.

"Isn't Mentor Irilanzer minded if you call it that......"

"I don't know...... But even the mage's apprentice is saying so. Olmedo frowned slightly, equally puzzled.

"Alas...... That's what the teacher told us to do. Michael replied to their doubts, sighing with a mixture of helplessness and shame, "She thought it would let everyone know that she didn't have a partner and pursue her." ”

Descending the last staircase, they stepped out of the Mage's Tower and headed for the mooring area outside the ring.

It turns out that this elven mentor is regarded as a freak because of his maverick behavior, keeping people at a distance, and loneliness makes her even more ...... Mannerism.

"Does she have any money?"

Annan's strange question made Michael pause: "Huh...... I haven't heard of the 'old girl' having no money. ”

"You can always trust in the wealth of an elf. Even if it is an ordinary job, an elf with a lifespan of more than ten times that of a human can easily save a lot of money. Olmedo's smile was as bright as the sun, "Need help?" ”

"No, you don't."

Annan, who didn't have much money, was just curious.

"Really?"

"Really."

Compared to the ordinary elves, this magnificent fantasy world is still waiting for Annan to explore.

Olmedo stood at the edge of the mooring area and motioned for the servants who followed him to prepare the carriage.

The afternoon sun sprinkled on his long golden hair, hazy and halogenic, like a princess in the theater who tied up his long hair and changed into men's clothes.

"It was a pleasant exchange and hopefully we have a chance to talk again." The young city lord said.

"Yes."

This Jeffrey Olmedo is about the same as his father, and he gets along pleasantly, but his identity makes Annan not want to get too close.

Watching the carriage of the City Lord's Mansion slowly drive away, did he know that he was an impostor?

But at least judging from the contact between the wind review and this contact, this guy who stole the position of the city lord is not a bad person.

……

"I met the boy who was pretending to be Levi."

Olmedo stepped into a study with quaint decoration and said to the figure standing in front of the window, "He's as interesting as you say." ”

"Looks like you're getting along."

Augusta Olmedo looks out over the bustling City of Breezes.

"Well, I guess I should feel the same way I did now?"

"What do you want to do next?"

"Breezy needs smart people, and I need some friends......"

Augusta turned, pale blue eyes drooping slightly.

"You're arrogant, my child."

Jeffrey Olmedo looked at the same eyes as himself: "I can't understand ......"

"We resent the person who took it because we lost what we once had, whether it was our own or not."

……

Annan took the reins and said goodbye to Michael.

"Della you know what? There's a ...... in the Mage Tower that's just as weird as you."

Annan remembered that he was speaking ill of one elf in front of another. “…… Good-looking elves. ”

The sound of speech faded into obscurity as the carriage departed.

"Who's that boy?"

A pleasant interrogation sounded behind him, and Michael stiffened for a moment.

"My friend ......," he said.

Only a sturdy elf can creep up behind a mage.

Only a noble teacher can question a mage, the tower master.

"He has no ill will towards you......"

"I hear you. Such a beautiful and kind boy was born to be eaten by elves......" an evil whisper sounded. "You know him? Where does he live? Like what? ”

“…… Annan is a shy boy, I can't tell you, and he's not an adult......"

"This can't hinder our union, I can transfigurate, I can become similar to him." The wheezing behind him grew sharper.

"I ......"

"You've been working with Pritzker lately on the topic of "Are the Ancient Wizards' Ancient Arcane More Powerful Than Our Current Spells?"

"I'm sorry, Mentor Irelandzer, Annan is one of my few friends, and he saved me from my sinking when I was most confused." Michael replied firmly.

"My grandmother was an ancient sorcerer, what she learned."

"He now lives on the Wincht family's estate, Mentor, do you need me to show you the way?"

(End of chapter)