Sabia is an old man who is not very easy to get along with, he always looks at people with his chin held high, and he naturally speaks with a weird energy of yin and yang, but his attitude is quite good in front of Phiria, and he can even talk to Dylan.

But Sabia also has the capital of arrogance, after all, he is a precious wood affinity and archmage.

Under the premise that the vast majority of wood affinities appear in the elves of the Morning Light Forest and the goblins of the Misty Forest, Sabia's existence is comparable to that of a giant panda, not to mention that he also stacks a buff of a great mage.

The mages of this world are divided into five levels: trainee mage, mage, archmage, mage, and archmage, and the mage will naturally change their level after receiving the promotion task from the mage's guild.

There are only three archmages registered in the Star Empire, and one of them reluctantly becomes his teacher with a stinky face.

It's such an honor, Eli holds up the Origin of Magic with a bitter face that is thicker than his fist, and he would be even more honored if he didn't let himself learn the history of magic in the first place.

And Sabia himself only threw the book to Eli at the beginning, and after reading it, he came back to me and found no one. Eli, who had never seen such a thorough free-range approach, declared that his students would not seek out college counselors who never came to school.

Anyway, send a message in the morning, and the counselor will come to your dormitory in the afternoon.

In order to get rid of the sea of misery as soon as possible, Eli almost took out the strength of the third year of high school to read books, and even entrusted the experimental field to Flo to take care of.

Dylan and Phiria crept to Eli's door with the menorah. The door was hidden, revealing the candlelight jumping inside.

"Little Eli is still reading." Firia whispered, she was a little distressed, it was now close to Eli's sleep time, "Should we ask him for a teacher later?" ”

Dylan stroked his wife's supple hair and comforted, "Eli's situation is too special, the sooner the teacher teaches the better." ”

Firia pursed her lips, guilt and regret welled up in her heart, and her overly complicated emotions made her brain a little confused. She tried to find peace by telling her loving husband about her guilt, but all she could do was whisper like a sigh: "My poor little Eli." ”

Eli, who was reading about the battle between the magician and the swordsman, seemed to have a sense of it, and glanced over the door.

Sabia whispered a lengthy incantation, and an inconspicuous vine in the corner of the wall stretched and grew rapidly under the influence of magic. It gracefully and gently wrapped its arms around Sabia's waist and effortlessly lifted the old man up the towering walls.

Sabia patted the spikes of the vine, and it shook obediently, as if to say goodbye to Sabia. The next second, it quickly retracted, turning back into the inconspicuous vine, as if it had never grown so tall.

"Is this magic?" A clear voice came from not far away, and Sabia jerked up, the tip of the ebony staff pointing to the source of the sound. The silver-haired, purple-eyed child sat on the edge of the city wall, his calves dangling comfortably in the air. He was not angry when he was pointed at him with a staff, and even bent his eyes and smiled brightly.

"It's amazing."

Sabia breathed a sigh of relief, and he put away his staff, turning back into the weird old man.

"I wish your aristocratic education included something that would not put you in danger." Sabia flicked away the non-existent dust from his robe and said in a long voice, "Now it seems that my hopes have been lost. ”

"No," Eli shook a finger as he playfully winked his right eye, "I'm safe now." ”

Safe? A child sitting outside the city walls and still saying he is safe? Sabia snorted coldly: "It seems that it is necessary for me to talk to your parents about your education. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the rapidly approaching wind came from behind, and Sabia stretched out a hand to hold his hat and looked up in surprise.

Graceful and massive white bodies swept over their heads, casting a large shadow on the ground, a large shadow that belonged to a dragon. Dragons hovered around them in the air, sunlight shining through the membranes of their wings, sparkling like diamonds.

This was the first time that Sabiah had seen a dragon outside of the book.

"Sabia, teacher." Eli tilted his head, "Ruiz is here, am I safe now?" ”

Capturing his name accurately, Ruiz let out a long, joyful moan as he cocked his hair.

Sabia finally took Eli and complained to Dylan and Phiria, and Eli, who had been running away with the dragon, covered her face in an attempt to escape the shocked and condemning eyes of her parents.

It was so happy that he didn't realize that Sabia was really capable of suing his parents.

"Eli!" Firia was rarely very angry, she didn't get angry often, and her cold face turned out to be unexpectedly oppressive.

Eli calls it bloodline suppression.

Dylan was also quite angry, and the words of education slipped to his lips, but he swallowed it back under Phiria's raging anger. He stood with Orin and watched in awe as the gentle and graceful Phiria educated the child.

No matter how good-tempered a mother is, there are times when she is so angry with her child that she loses her mind, Eli droops her head and listens to the lecture obediently.

"Don't even think about stepping out of the castle until you're five," Firia summed up, and Eli opened her mouth to retort, but was blocked by a knife in the eye.

Well, Eli shut up. The child's body just doesn't matter, just being taught a few words without pain or even reason, Eli's nose can't help but feel a little sour.

Dylan hurriedly stepped forward to play the round: "Okay, okay, Eli remembered that you can't run around and can't go to dangerous places, right?" ”

Eli nodded with a bag of tears.

Firia was still holding a breath in her heart, but when she saw Eli's pitiful appearance, the anger dissipated inexplicably. She sighed softly and crouched down to take Eli into her arms.

Eli hugged Firia's neck, tears welling up in her eyes. While crying, he spat on himself: how can people in their twenties cry so badly, it's too embarrassing.

Feeling the wetness of her shoulders and neck, Firia's eyes were a little sour.

Eli has always been a very well-behaved child, and he said that he really stayed in the castle for four years without letting him out of the castle, and he never needed adults to worry about it, and he could take good care of himself. This was the first time he had sneaked out of the door against the will of an adult, perhaps just to see the outside world.

"Mom is murdering Eli, can Eli forgive Mom?"

Eli sniffed: "Eli sneaked out of the door, can mom forgive Eli?" ”

The crisis collapses, and Dylan wraps his arms around the mother and son, leaving a kiss on each person's forehead.

Orin stood in the shadows with his arms crossed, no expression on his face.

Late at night, Sabia met Eli in a robe in the garden.

Eli sat on the edge of his testing field, chin propped up and watching intently at the shoots that burst out of the land.

"What are you doing here?" Sabia raised an eyebrow, "Do you need me to remind your parents again and be careful not to let you sneak away at night?" ”

Eli tilted his head, his face very calm, and only the reddish circles of his eyes indicated that he had been crying in his mother's arms not long ago.

"Teacher," he said, "this afternoon, probably every afternoon, who exchanged things with you at the corner of the wall. ”

At noon today, the wandering dragon finally returned to Francis Castle, Eli temporarily put down the thick books that he had read many times, not only named the slag dragon who was coquettish as soon as they met, but also rode Ryze around the castle with Dylan's permission.

Eli happily overlooked the castle where he had lived for almost five years, but suddenly saw Sabia outside the city walls at a certain angle. He took something from the black-robed man's hand, and Eli noticed the nun's dress beneath the black-robed man's cloak at a glance.

It was very familiar, like the dress he clutched tightly on that chaotic night.

"Maybe I'll ask her another way, is she Vile?"

For the first time, Sabia put aside his majestic magic and looked directly at his own cheap student, who was too young, and they looked at each other silently, silently facing each other on this star-studded night.

I don't know how long it took, but Sabia asked, "What is the nature of magic?" ”

"The law." Eli replied.

This is an unexpected answer, as the vast majority of people who have carefully studied the book will give an answer similar to "invoking the forces of nature."

Sabia hooked the corners of his mouth, and the expression on his face was as disobedient as a little girl stealing an adult's skirt.

"She's not."

Eli couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed, and he leaned back and slumped into the chaise longgue that had been set up so comfortably by the maid.

"Do you want to learn magic?" Sabia's voice floated over.

"Aren't you here to teach me magic?"

"You don't have to read that book," said Sabia, "and come here tomorrow after breakfast." ”

Eli propped himself up and blinked as he looked at Sabia's distant figure.

Sabia's teaching abruptly skipped theory from history and went straight to actual combat, a shift that caught everyone but the two parties off guard.

Dressed in small boots and a breast-buttoned shirt, with a dark purple cloak reaching to his elbows, Eli stood at the edge of his well-tended test field, allowing Sabia to look up and down.

"Are you going to some aristocratic party?" Sabia asked from the bottom of his heart.

"Wizard's suit," Eli spun around, clearly pleased with his outfit, "handsome and handy." ”

"Oh-" Sabia nodded with a squint, "it couldn't be more convenient for an enemy to pull your cloak and send a sword into your heart." ”

Eli felt like he had been hit by an arrow in the knee.

"As a ranged attacker, I'll be far away from the enemy."

Ranged attackers are an unfamiliar word, but that doesn't stop Sabia from grasping what it means.

"The enemy doesn't care if you're a magician or not."

"Eli Curtis Francis, the first lesson I'm going to teach you as a wizard is to learn to raise your staff—"

Sabia raised his ebony staff and tapped the ground, the staff looked like a tightly wound vine, with a shiny surface about the thickness of an adult's wrist, and the tip of the staff was inlaid with a green gem that was incomparably hard at first glance.

"Hit the head of an enemy who is too close to you."

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

Eli's mouth opened in a small O-shape.

Wow, Violent Flow Mage.