my age of magic

Chapter 260 60. The magic scholar who likes to tear books

I changed into my ball gown in the boys locker room, and wearing a crisp tuxedo on me always made me feel like I should have a rapier around my waist, which might have been cooler.Just when I was troubled by my sudden whim, I realized that almost all the other boys in the locker room were wearing a decorative saber. It seemed that this kind of dress was like a rotten street cabbage, so I immediately canceled it this thought.Remembering that there was still a tiger-eye stone drum in the magic purse in the closet, I simply tied the stone drum around my waist with a cloth belt. When I walked, the belt followed my body constantly. Swinging also has its own taste.

There is already a different atmosphere in the college, the sky has gradually darkened, all kinds of flowers have been hung on the tile eaves on the roof of the teaching building, on the windows, on the brocade bushes on both sides of the road, and on the branches of the even incense tree. The festive lights and colorful neon are reflected on the face of the girl on the side of the road, and no matter how familiar people are, they will re-examine her.There was a moving melody coming from the playground on campus. There was no place that could accommodate such a grand dance of thousands of people. Only the square where Warrior Academy usually practiced was the most suitable for holding such a large dance, and this was true for previous dances.

The gardeners responsible for erecting the lanterns have already begun to evacuate one after another. They have completed the final commissioning work. The phonograph on the amplified magic array in the square has not yet been installed. Impatiently standing aside, using a magic book as a fan, he kept fanning the wind. There was already a trace of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't want to push the magic teacher too much to tune, just kept on Repeat again: "It's okay, take your time, we still have time, we still have time."

The magic teacher who tuned the sound turned a deaf ear, just squatted in the center of the magic circle, opened the box of the phonograph, and carefully examined the magic pattern circle bit by bit. He insisted that it must be the magic pattern circle during transportation. , was damaged, which made the phonograph worth twenty gold coins unable to pronounce.The thin body of the magic teacher was covered with a set of dusty magic robes, a pair of glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle on the bridge of his nose, and a mess of hair like a chicken coop silently told others: Its master Is a magic scholar.

There are square tables nearly a kilometer long around the playground, and the whole roll of silk is spread on the long table. At this time, fruit plates have been placed on the table, and those golden apples with water drops are placed on the washbasin. There are strawberries, grapes, and honeydew melons in the large and small fruit plates. These fruits, which are rarely seen in El City, are also very expensive, and now they are placed in whole plates at the buffet banquet. , this is only the dance held by Zhanzheng College, which can be so extravagant.

On the lawn beside it, dozens of ovens were set up, and dozens of roast chickens and geese were constantly rotating in the ovens. The golden crispy skin was dripping with fat, with a white color. Chefs in chef's hats kept their feet on the ground, brushing honey and olive oil on roast chicken and goose in the oven.

Ya was wearing a beautiful blue evening dress. She hurried over from the side road and stopped beside the magic circle. She frowned and looked anxiously at the thin man in the center of the circle. Magic scholar, at this time, Ross, the dean of students who was waiting anxiously, asked Morayal: "How is it? Have you got the spare phonograph?"

"The gramophone was sent to the magic shop for repairs, but it hasn't been brought back yet!" Ya tried her best to breathe steadily. In order to make her waist look more slender, her petticoat ribbon seemed to be stretched so hard that she dared not breathe.

"Is there any problem with the phonograph in other places?" Ross, the dean of students, had no choice but to accept this fact, and now he could only pray that the magician could fix the phonograph.He looked down at the magic book in his hand, and said irritably, "Help me hold it!"

After finishing speaking, he put the book in Ya's hands, and returned to the center of the amplifying circle with sweat profusely, and began to comfort the magic scholar patiently: "Don't worry, take your time, we still have time." .

Seeing that the temporary task had been completed, Ya limped to the side of the grass. Ya grabbed the hem of the skirt with one hand, revealing a section of fair calf. He untied the belt, kicked off the shoes casually, stood barefoot on the grass, rubbing his slender ankles with a bitter face.

I stood under the Lianxiang tree and looked at her quietly. She looked at me apologetically, probably because she had agreed to meet here, but she was a little late.

I walked over to pick up the glass slipper on the grass and held it in my hand, then stretched out my arms beside her. She smiled happily, put her arms around my arms, and walked to the bench on the other side of the grass little by little. .

"Didn't you tell me that you won't feel tired after running in the jungle for several days?" I asked her with a smile.

"I was in a hurry when I went to the warehouse, and I sprained my ankle!" She said, pulling up the hem of the skirt again, revealing her snow-white foot. The five round toes under the slender arch are very cute. However, the inner side of the ankle was swollen high, and she said a little depressed: "It seems that I can't dance anymore!"

I have always thought that Ya is a cheerful and strong girl. Now it seems that her tenacity has exceeded my imagination. Her ankle is swollen and swollen, but she is still able to hold back the pain and insist on running the last part of the road. Finally completed his task.She didn't have any expression of pain, as if she had lost her sense of pain, but she was worried about not being able to dance. I said, "Then I'll just sit here with you and watch them dance. Anyway, I don't want to dance." can jump."

But Morayal looked very happy and said, "Maybe not, don't forget that I am a magician!"

I took out a few seeds from the package, the shells of those green nuts that looked like acorns had complicated patterns, I was a little curious, so I asked Morayal: "Where are these powerful seeds? Where did you get it from?"

She smiled and said to me: "Wood magicians all have an accompanying profession, and they are all excellent botanists. Cultivating some seeds with strange abilities is only part of the knowledge they have learned."

I have been influenced by the old Kuru since I was a child, and I am also very interested in potion science. Since Morayal can give birth to some plant seeds, I was even more curious and asked her: "Then can you control the production of some magic herbs?" grow?"

Morayal directly poked my forehead with her finger, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking! Even a great magician or a magister can't produce magic herbs! Otherwise, how could those magic potions be so expensive? Hey, you will know the value of magic potions later on!"

While talking, a series of popping bean-like noises came from the amplified magic circle on the lawn. The people around didn't know what happened. He looked at the skinny magic scholar in surprise and anger. At this time, he was holding the expensive phonograph in both hands, his whole face was covered with black ash, and the eyes with thick bottoms of the bottle had completely turned into sunglasses. His messy hair had been burned to the point of black smoke, but fortunately his magic robe had some fire resistance, so he wouldn't get burned.But his face darkened.

Morayaer quickly asked me to help her there, after all, she is also a magician, to see if there is anything that can help her.

But at this time, the dean of students was already on the verge of breaking out. If it wasn't for the other party's reputation in the academy and his status as a magic scholar, the dean of students, Ross, would probably have lost his temper on the spot.

"The magic rune line on the thorium metal plate in the front part is broken. I wanted to connect it, but my hand shook at the last moment. Hey! My hand is not steady, and I am destined not to be an inscriber. "The ageless magic scholar muttered to himself. He looked much older at this moment. It seems that the failure to repair the phonograph hit him hard, and he probably had some doubts about his future life.

Rose, the dean of students, suppressed his anger. I could see that his hands shrank into his sleeves were trembling. He looked at the black gramophone in the arms of the magic scholar, and asked without giving up: "Scholar Yerkes, is this magic machine still alive?" Can it be fixed?"

The magic scholar Yerkes' face turned black when asked by the dean of students, Rose, and they all claimed to be a scholar, obviously with some slight irony. In the processing factory opened, although it is ingenious, the principle of the core mechanism has long been deciphered. Now, in the practice class of the magic machinery class in the Royal Green Academy of Magic, the magicians who come here are required to assemble a machine similar to this machine. This type of phonograph, I just repaired the magic pattern on the magic metal plate, accidentally damaged the magic pattern, triggered the core device, and caused the magic crystal in the core energy area to explode. In fact, such a simple matter Well, you only need to replace the thorium metal plate in the front part, and it can be solved.

Yerkes was silent for a while, and after weighing whether to repair or not, he raised his head and said, "It can still be repaired, but I need an assistant! My hand is injured, and I can no longer hold the engraving pen. This thorium metal plate Fortunately, it is not damaged, as long as the magic pattern circle on it is repaired, and a piece of magic crystal fragments are added again, it can be used again."

Ross, the dean of students, had his eyes darkened, and said to himself: It's so late, where can I find an assistant for you!

At this moment, Morayal next to me said, "Can I?"

The two were taken aback, Ya smiled slightly, and said, "I'm a wood magician, I can be your assistant!"

"Let me take a look at your left hand." At this time, the magic scholar Yerkes said suddenly.

Ya didn't think much about it, and directly stretched out the hand that was holding my arm, and stretched it out.The skin on her hands is very delicate, with slender fingers, but it is not very white, it is a healthy wheat color.But after she let go of her hand, the pain in her injured ankle made her feel a sharp pain in her ankle. Ya frowned slightly, gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

"Hey, are you injured?" Magic scholar Yerkes asked, and then carefully looked at Ya's hand, but shook his head and sighed again and again, "It seems that your ankle is injured. From your hand, When you were studying at the Magic Academy, you hardly ever took a magic engraving pen, you don’t have the foundation to draw inscriptions at all, and you are injured, it is easy to fail!"

When Ya heard this, she said embarrassedly: "Yerkes Scholar, I am in the academy, and I am taking magic pharmacy as an elective, but I didn't study inscriptions."

She didn't stand firmly on her feet at this time, and her body fell towards me. I reached out to help her, and hugged her arms tightly with both hands to stabilize her body.

At this time, Yerkes was staring at my hand. He was worried that he was not seeing clearly, so he reached out and wiped his glasses like the bottom of a wine bottle. After taking two steps forward, there was a gleam in his eyes, and he looked at me. I asked directly: "Will you help me?"

I shook my head and said, "Me? But I'm not a magician!"

"I saw you at the Magic Academy, you are a magic apprentice, that's enough!" Yerkes put down the gramophone in his hand, took a step forward and checked my hand carefully, and said again affirmatively.

The dean of students, Rose and Morayal, looked at Yerkes in amazement. They wondered if the magic scholar's mind was blown up by the explosion just now, and he asked the new magic apprentice who had just enrolled for less than a month to repair the phonograph. The phonograph was broken beyond repair, he was looking for a step down for himself!
At this time, a lot of people had gathered on the side of the sound reinforcement circle, and I saw that things couldn't continue to be in such a stalemate, so I said to Yerkes: "Okay, tell me what to do!"

Seeing that I agreed, Yerkes showed joy, picked up the gramophone and returned to the center of the amplification circle.

I wanted to help Morayal to the edge of the magic circle and wait for me. I was worried that if I failed for a while, the explosion would hurt her.But she said stubbornly, "I want to stand aside and watch."

I saw her persist, but I didn't try to persuade her, I just let her follow me.

Yerkes, a magic scholar, was sitting in front of the phonograph, waiting for me quietly. Seeing me approach, he directly handed a sharp magic engraving pen into my hand, and removed a thorium metal plate from the phonograph , and began to explain to me the principle of the metal plate at the front. Seeing him rambling on a bunch of useless words, Ross, the dean of students who stood aside, turned green in the face.

I stretched out my hand to take the quaint magic engraving pen, and a gentle magic power was transmitted from the engraving pen. Listening to him explaining the recording principle of the gramophone magic pattern circle, I was dizzy for a while, no. Every time a Keith scholar talks about the principles of magic in a long article, he will disassemble the method he thought of and tell me bit by bit. Gradually, a rough plan has formed in my mind.

At the end, he asked me: "Is there anything I didn't understand?"

I was sweating profusely, and I almost didn't understand it at all, okay!But I don't want to get entangled here, since he has already given the repair plan, I can only bite the bullet and say: "I want a piece of magic parchment, draw this plan on the parchment, if you draw There is no problem with it, and it is not too late to change it on the Thorium board."

"Okay!" The magic scholar Yerkes said without hesitation, and then groped around, but couldn't find half a piece of paper.

At this moment, his eyes saw the magic book in Morayal's hand, and he asked strangely, "Why is my magic book with you?"

Morayaer didn't know how to answer for a while, but the dean of students stood up, reached out to take the magic book in Yar's hand, and said to the Yerkes scholar, "I gave it to her for safekeeping."

Yerkes took the heavy magic book, tore off a page of parchment, handed it to me and said, "Just draw on it!"

Suddenly there was silence all around, only the sound of music coming from afar and the breathing of everyone.

Everyone did not expect that the Yerkes scholar tore the book so quickly and confidently. You must know that every magic book is priceless, and he just tore the book like this...

(End of this chapter)