Due to the solar terms, it is almost customary for the harvest festival to rain, and the performance is open-air, so in such rain, it will definitely be affected. But fortunately, this is a magical world, and there are water mages who have been prepared for a long time, and when they get up from their seats, most of them are teachers from the magic academy. Their mission is to work together to disperse the clouds in the sky.

"Master Mel, I have a presumptuous request, please dispel the rain for us this year!" a discordant voice suddenly sounded. It turned out to be the city lord of the mercenary city, Iragon, and Mel immediately understood what he meant, that is, to test, to test whether he really reached the fifteenth level, dispelling the rain was not his specialty as an alchemist, but as a legendary mage, he should have such an ability.

At this time, there is no need to hide strength, the most important thing is to deter the opponent, Mel replied angrily: "Of course, Mr. Iragon!" As he spoke, he got up from his seat and made a gesture of his hand, and a staff appeared in his hand.

Eragon's eyes narrowed, he understood that it was not a spatial ring but a real mage half-plane, which almost determined his level. Mel saluted him, and all eyes immediately focused on his face, and Eragorn immediately twisted the muscles on his face and put on an appreciative smile.

Mel waved the "King of the Sea Serpent" in his hand, and layers of circular light spread out like ocean waves, radiating from the top of the staff to the entire sky, and the rain gradually stopped in the light of this light again and again. All the people who were at the tower gate looked up blankly at this miraculous sight.

Eragon's face turned pale, for Mel had used the most ornate and stupid method of using her powerful magic to drive away the dense water elemental in the sky. This method of use, if not a legendary mage, simply does not have enough magic to back it up. And that kind of scene can't be created by a knight like him.

Looking at the shocked, amazed faces in the hall. While Arthur admires his teacher's methods, he also understands the nature of the world better. That is the power that mortals cannot reach, no matter how high the power is, it cannot be commanded, no amount of wealth can be bought, it can only come from its own efforts step by step. The generation of no fighting spirit is not in countless battles, and the mastery of spells without is not in a long study.

If people in previous lives could only be intoxicated by the superiority that comes with power, then this world shows people another way, the deepest and farthest way: to strengthen the faith in the heart, to walk through a long time, and finally to reach the gods to sit down and gaze at their eternity. And in the process, countless kingdoms were wiped out. Anything worldly seems so humble compared to it.

But Arthur did not indulge in the pursuit of such power, and secretly warned himself: maybe everything must be based on strength, but it must not be the ultimate goal. Power is the ship, which can send people to the other side of the shore they want to reach, and the bigger the boat, the better the skill of handling the boat, the easier it will be to reach. But if you indulge in the pursuit of power, keep building bigger boats, keep learning deeper skills, but go with the flow without a goal, or even don't go into the water at all. Just to be strong for the sake of being strong. That power itself loses its meaning. Isn't it ridiculous if struggling to pursue it to the end is just a life that you find boring?

To be stronger, in order to go further and see more scenery. It's also to protect what you want to protect.

The clouds were dispelled, the sky seemed to have been washed, the moonlight was bright, the sky was full of stars, and it seemed as if it were within reach. In the silver moonlight, there is not even any need for illumination, it is as clear as day.

At this moment, this grand performance officially begins. After more than 10 consecutive days of performances, the best of the best will be selected to participate in tonight's performance. But of course, the protagonist is still the Silver Moon Art Troupe of Able. The civilians could only stand below and watch the performance on the stage, while the people in the hall could naturally look down on them. When the delicacies are tired and the women are exhausted, the only thing that can comfort them is this sense of superiority.

And Arthur naturally didn't have time to enjoy this so-called sense of superiority, let alone watch that grand performance. He didn't want to see the Spring Festival Gala that year. At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the stage, but he was bored and paraded. Rosea is still clinging to that Miss Nicole, and Rosea doesn't know where she has gone. Gru didn't have to guess to know that he was back learning magic. And Mr. Mel sat among the crowd, so naturally he didn't have time to chat with him.

But in the end, he found one, Monica, whom he recruited at the library. She was here tonight, dressed in a cute maid outfit, which really attracted a lot of attention. There are even some evil thoughts and schemes, but her status as a mage is her greatest protection. Mr. Mel is notoriously protective of his shortcomings, and if he touches the students of his house, it will not end well. Even the arrogant and domineering Sherlock Son was just a vigorous pursuit, and there were no other small actions. However, Arthur guessed that Sherlock was just trying to show his dragon's heart, and had nothing else in mind.

But today Miss Monica looked a little unhappy, and Arthur walked over to greet her with some curiosity.

"Sir, what do you need?" said Monica, who was in a trance, hurriedly saluted. She didn't recognize Arthur anymore, but knew it was Dean Mel's disciple.

"Can you go there and have a chat with me, I'm really not interested in acting!" Arthur smiled and pointed to the balcony on the other side of the hall, where there was no one there now, and everyone was gathered to watch the show.

"I'm sorry, that's not my job!" Monica politely declined.

Arthur lowered his voice and leaned in, "Hey, if I'm not mistaken, you're still hired by me, don't you want that gold coin?"

Monica was about to leave a little in disgust, but Arthur's voice suddenly froze her, covered her mouth and pointed at Arthur in front of her: "You, you are ......"

"Shhhh

Pulling Monica to the balcony, Arthur smiled, took out a gold coin from his bosom, put it in Monica's palm and said, "Well, I didn't lie to you!"

Monica looked at the glittering gold coin in her hand in a daze, and Arthur waved his hand in front of her eyes and said, "Don't be so obsessed with money! "For a promising alchemist like her, money is by no means out of reach.

Monica took a deep breath and exhaled, "But I need it now! By the way, Curator Arnold, no, it's Mr. Arthur, I didn't expect what you said to be true, I thought you lied to me?"

Arthur laughed, let go of Monica's hand, leaned against the balcony and said, "I'm not getting a good eye now." ”

Monica nodded earnestly in agreement. To make Arthur a little depressed, did I look bad before?

"Do you need money right now?" asked Arthur, curiously.

Monica sighed heavily and said, "Each person has to complete an alchemy work independently for the graduation exam, but I don't have enough money to buy materials. "No matter how cheap the academy is, it can't be exhaustive, although the materials can provide a little, but they are only some cheap raw materials.

"How about I sponsor you?" said Arthur.

Monica hesitated, "Why, that would cost a lot of money!"

"Hehe, I just happened to make a small fortune recently, and it would be a waste if I didn't squander the money in my hand. It's just that you have a lot of promise, let's make a pact!" Arthur said with a wink.

"Your words remind me of the devil, but since the gods can't help me, I can only turn to the devil for help, what kind of contract do you want to make?" Monica looked at Arthur defensively.

"I can sponsor you, not just this time, but even in the future, but you have to pay me back, and if you can't pay it back, you can pay me yourself!" Arthur said with a wink and a wicked tone.

"What kind of pact do you want me? I know how to identify loopholes in contracts, and we have had this course. Monica said suspiciously but helplessly.

Arthur raised his head, bathed in the silver moonlight, and said with a smile: "Hehe, everyone wants beautiful things, but is it really so happy?" Forget it, I don't want to do so much, I don't need the protection of gods and demons, let this moonlight testify, if you violate the agreement in our hearts, I will punish you with my own strength!" With the last words, Arthur clenched his hands and said confidently. "The road of magic is especially difficult for a woman! In the words of the devil, I hope that when I see you again, you will still have a heart that has not been polluted by love!"

Taking out a bag from the spatial ring, which contained a bag of gold coins, and handing it to Monica, Arthur stretched and walked back to the hall, he found himself hungry again. Leaving Monica dumbfounded, she didn't know what to say about this man. Is it stupid or cunning to hand over a large bag of gold coins to yourself without any guarantees?

But Arthur is very squandered now, and the real squandering is not how much money to show off, but to take out all the money to do something at will. Money is such a thing, if you don't have it, just make it again, if you can't earn it, then save some money, anyway, it's not worth worrying about at all. And if Monica really becomes a great magician one day, he can get much more than that, but if she can't do it, he has nothing to lose. As for the breach of contract, he never thought about it, if there is no power as a guarantee, what can a piece of paper prove, and if there is power, why do you need any contract?

At this moment, the soft singing resounded through the hall, and at this moment there was silence, only this sound surrounded all around. Arthur knew that Eve was on the field.