A Day in the Life of Avan

Compared with the barren and desperate eastern region, the humid climate of the West Gate Port has a different style.

However, the floor of this tower is too 'damp'.

I walked unhurriedly down the hallway—I had just had breakfast, my mind was still a little unclear, and I yawned past the window, the sun shining into my mouth, and I clicked my mouth twice, tasting a dusty heater.

"Good morning, young master. "The apprentices and servants in the corridor saw my presence and greeted me politely.

Here, my identity requires them to salute.

My name is Yavan Thean, and I'm thirteen years old—oh, by appearance, I'm no more than ten years old, because a disaster in my childhood forced my father, who everyone in East Ferron was talking about, to put a seal on me, and until the destructive power in my body was consumed by the seal, I would grow and develop much slower than my peers.

This often makes me feel very inferior, because compared to people my age, I will always be shorter and thinner than them, and if it weren't for my passable brain that would allow me to transcend this boring sense of comparison to some extent, I'm afraid that this psychological 'shadow' would haunt me for a long, long time.

Far away...... The reason why I am here is because of the task that my father 'gave me'.

As a gifted arcanist, yes, I never doubted that—from the jealousy my father often showed toward me, I was convinced that I was an arcane genius—and no one in the whole of Searle denied it.

So I was sent here from Serge to teach my younger siblings some arcane knowledge.

This was supposed to be done by my father, but after studying the outdated and popular concepts of the arcane, he always lamented that he was not keeping up with the times.

- You can't imagine how an old-time magician with a bunch of lattices in his mind when he mentions magic could embrace the new concepts of power and blue stripes......

So it would be absolutely inappropriate for him to teach the basics of arcane art.

And send other teachers...... Hehe, it is said that the group of lovely babies in my family has taken away many tutors.

If I had done so, I would have been sure that my old lady, who had been fished back from the Nether by Jecob ten years ago, would have scolded me severely, and my father, though he could say nice things, could only sympathize with me.

I would never do that childish thing – it's ridiculous to get rid of a teacher who might have given me more knowledge.

But the mothers of the living treasures, the dear aunts of my family...... Alas, when I mention this, I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to say, and I have my father, who is running for forty, how can I still look like a group of children who have not grown up?

It's been around 20 years for a long time, okay......

If it is known to outsiders, the famous Grand Mage of the West 'Gate' City, the Chief of the Red Robe Mage Society, and the Supreme Imasca Archon, just mention the name, it is enough to make countless Feren children cry late at night, and countless young heroes are determined to crusade against the Great Demon King Penny Sean is actually like this in private, I don't know what they will think?

My group of aunts...... Alas, if anyone touches their treasures, it is as if they are going to cut their 'flesh'.

Whenever I think about these things, I always feel very helpless.

However, my father's 'private' life is not something I should put into account, and in the eyes of my son, he has no '' behavior at all, or rather, I have long been speechless.

As soon as I approached the small classroom for tutors, I heard a quarrel:

"Fool!"

"Fool!"

"Fool!"

"Fool!"

"Fool!"

"Fool!"

"Humph!", "Humph!"

The two heads turned their heads awkwardly, and their faces were full of negative looks.

I wonder why they quarrel at all—they are bound to quarrel after five sentences of discussion on a topic, and this quarrel seems to me very boring, because their most ferocious accusations against each other are just monotonous 'fools'.

At this point, I would 'touch' and 'touch' their heads and say to them, "Both of you are stupid, stop arguing." ”

It would have them glaring at me with angry and disgruntled eyes, but it would be an effective way to end their arguments and make the world a little less noisy.

But...... Belch...... I overlooked the fact that the last time I did this to them was two years ago, and now, their height is already to the point where I need to tiptoe to 'touch' them.

Well, the feeling that was hidden in my heart resurfaced, and I felt deeply aggrieved.

But the more humiliating was yet to come, because I saw them react completely differently than I had done two years earlier, four white and tender arms that looked like they wanted to bite me from side to side, and two pairs of different pupils staring at my face with different colors.

I felt bad for a while.

"Wow! It's Afan! Oreore! Look! He really hasn't grown up in two years! We're all so tall! He's just that...... his dark eyes kept looking at me.

"Boys are slower than us...... What's the fuss about, you're an idiot, Sally!" said the red-eyed owner, but I read it clearly: 'Wow!

For a while, I felt extremely sad that the little girl who was circling around me a few years ago had become like this...... Well, the important thing is that my dignity has been trampled to worthlessness under their violence, which makes me desperate to rebuild my prestige.

I broke free from their control with a flash, stood on the podium, and flicked the two little fools on the skull, but to my dismay, I still couldn't read the awe that should have appeared in the eyes of the two fools with their heads covered in their heads, only to see them look at each other, and pounce on me with their teeth and claws, which made my soul fly away, I tried to escape with a spell, but the gathered source power and power dissipated under the staring of the little fool with red eyes.

At this moment, I hated those warlocks who were born with the ability to cast spells.

So I had to run away on two 'legs', and I knew that in the eyes of these two fools, I had become a fun new toy, and I had to run first and then find a way to teach them a good lesson.

To put it bluntly, they were just two fools, but now they were causing me a huge problem, black eyes 'touching' a noose out of nowhere, and red eyes summoning a bunch of monsters to block my path from the front.

This little fool summoned monsters from the Nether.

It made me feel shocked and angry: "Bastard! Daddy will teach you a lesson!"

"What's wrong with summoning something from the abyss?" retorted Redeye.

This made me know that it was not feasible to reason with them, and that these two were the most lawless couple in my family.

Since my dad returned to Sergey, he has issued a much-criticized decree that no spell researcher may summon any monster from the Nether, especially the Nine Hells, and violators will be severely punished.

I never knew why he made such a seemingly unreasonable rule— If you don't summon monsters from the Nether, the scope of a mage's research will undoubtedly become much narrower, especially those summoners who delve into Nether creatures, when I ask him, the smile on his face is always very strange, and the aunts next to him, the expressions on their faces will become very playful, especially Alexia, who has been glued to him all the year round, I always feel that she knows this thing best, but she is too unassertive, and her father tells her to do whatever she wants, so it is impossible for me to know the answer from her.

Speaking of which, until I was ten years old, Alexia lived in the body of another aunt, but one day they suddenly separated, and the 'woman' never appeared again, and my father, as if provoked by this, became silent for a long time afterward.

But no one took pity on him, not even my aunts, who agreed that he had done it himself.

All right...... The memories are over, and now I return to the dilemma I am facing - there is no way back and there are pursuers.

I was thrown to the ground by these two lawless fools, and the four big eyes that flashed and flashed close at hand, and I felt two masses of 'meat' and 'meat' constantly ravaging my back: "Hahaha! Yafan is a big fool! Where are we stupid? Fools are being crushed to the ground!"

The red eyes knocked on my skull dozens of times, making me dizzy and dizzy, and I could only hear her smug laughter: "You still dare to knock on my head, hum!

My eyes were dark, dignity, dignity, and it was completely gone.

At this moment, I hated it so much, hated why I couldn't grow tall......

"Don't bully Yafan, okay? he's so pitiful......" A weak voice 'interjected' in, and I opened my eyes to see a small white face.

Okay, Thorin, worthy of being my good brother.

I am relieved.

"Shut up, Thorin, or do you want to be like him?" the dark eyes glared at him, and then I saw him shrink back timidly, and then burst into tears.

This is really impossible to look at, this guy who will become the supreme Imasca in the future, I won't talk about him when he is eight years old, he is still 'peeing' and 'bed', he is even ten years old, and he will cry because of these two sentences.

But it saved me once, because because of his crying, red and black eyes quickly got up from me, and like a trick, he 'touched' toys and candy, and surrounded him.

We all know very well how awe-inspiring Aunt Fina's shrill voice is eighteen degrees higher than usual, and it is a powerful force that even the most powerful red-robed mage in the Desperate Eastern Regions cannot face.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

"Yavan Yafan!" At this moment, the four younger siblings I had been ignoring came over, they were still young, they were all standing on my left and right, shaking my arms, the little girl who was just five years old, Aunt Vika's precious egg, the future 'daughter' of the West Gate City, Bethes, stared at me with pleading eyes: "Mom said, Dad will definitely let you bring us gifts, right?"

"Okay...... "It seems that I am going to make a big purchase at the West Gate Port in the afternoon."

Daddy, who should go to hell, actually forgot to remind me, I secretly cursed in my heart.

The guys who got the answer were happily wrapped around me, and it made me feel that my original job could not continue, at least for today, and I put Bereth on the ground - just kidding, I didn't dare let Vika or any other aunt see any precious sister hanging on me, and when I was too affectionate with black-eyed and red-eyed two years ago, I somehow got known to Aunt Ferrandlin, who had never had a good face for me, and then I was miserable- Vika took me to the drinking parties held in various parts of Hartland for a month, and I was constantly dealing with the aristocratic 'women' and children dressed up like puppets.

Oh God, I don't know what the actual meaning of this act is, I'd rather deal with the myriad of arcane books than waste time on this kind of thing again, and I still remember when Vika looked at me like a commodity about to be sold, like a pig's head on a street merchant's stall.

Okay, I'll admit, it may seem significant to them and help them avoid some of their worries, but I always suspect that they are overthinking, and what makes me even more powerless is the attitude of my father and mother.

"There's nothing wrong with 'making' more friends of the same age, especially 'girlfriend' friends. ”

"Well, my Yafan, I'll find you sooner or later, and if you don't like it, it's okay, just use it as a tool. She looked at me and added, "The more the merrier, learn from your father." ”......

Although I have great respect for my mother, I have always begged to agree with this notion, and in her mind, perhaps the most successful investment in her life is me—because with me, no matter how many portions my dad cuts into the cake he has, she must be the one with the largest portion.

But I rarely feel truly happy about it - all I can say is that I'm lucky, but I still hope to have something like love that makes me happy.

It's like now.

These little bastards threw the half-eaten snacks on me, and before the 'milk' oil on their hands was wiped off, they 'touched' my body, well, I know you didn't treat me as an outsider.

But I'm your brother, brother!

Hell, when exactly am I going to grow up?