my age of magic

Chapter 481 279. An Zimmerman
After all, the shape of the shadow mist cannot move too fast. I stood behind Anthony and the fat groom, and slowly emerged from the black mist. I silently watched them disappear into the wine room holding a moonstone. end of the cellar.

Putting my body in the darkness, slowly, my eyes began to adapt to the surrounding environment. I was able to recognize the scenery within ten meters in this darkness. Although it was very blurry, at least I could see.

I'm thinking about how to get out of here. I want to bring the news to Cynthia. He should be familiar with the affairs of the Zimmerman Manor. I want to hear her opinion.

Since some people are trapped in the wine cellar, after all, they need a deep rescue hand. It has nothing to do with crime or evil. I must bring the news here, and then let Captain Cynthia find a way to dig the wine cellar from above. Come and explore the secrets here.

My friend Bobby often tells me about the corrupt love history of some aristocratic and wealthy families after dinner, like the Viscount Payne who only likes virgins, the life of Duke Charlotte who likes to drink the blood of girls, a certain prince and princess has a hundred and one My lover, and that prince turned out to be a crook. Sometimes, Bobby would discuss with me about whether their offspring's blood is pure enough or not.And her girlfriend Millie sometimes squints her eyes and listens to our discussion, and seems to agree with Bobby's ability to criticize these upper-class society.

I will not jump to conclusions and judge whether they are good or evil just because of the few words of two people.I think everyone has their own light and darkness in their hearts.As for judging a person's right and wrong, punishment and crime, it should be the daily work of the justices in the El City Knights Tribunal. I am just a little magic apprentice, and I am only here to save people. That's all.

But I can't figure it out, the so-called rotation of Anthony and the fat groom should be a patrol mission in the wine cellar, right?But in such a confined space, why is there such a thing as a rotation?

I looked up at the vent on the ceiling. The ceiling was five or six meters high from the ground. If I wanted to climb back from the vent, I had to climb up that vent. On the barrels placed, there are five layers of barrels in the wine cellar, and the barrels on the fifth floor are less than two meters away from the ceiling.It's just that the vent on the ceiling is not directly above the wine barrel, but above the passage in the wine cellar, which is really a bit of a headache.

The easiest way is to move these wine barrels off the stack and neatly stack them into a pyramid shape, leading to the vent.In this case

Climbing the wine barrel is not a difficult task for me, but after I climbed to the top of the wine barrel, I looked at the one-and-a-half-foot-square air vent on the ceiling three meters away, and I could only smile bitterly.

That's right, I didn't even have a rope necessary for survival in the wild in my package. In order to be able to pack as many magic scrolls as possible, I cleared out all the items that can be used for survival in the wild, and let the tauren Luka carried it on his back. I didn't expect that Luka would not be by my side when it was needed now.

I moved back about 20 meters along the neatly arranged wine barrels, took out the moonlight stone drum totem, and put it inside the magic robe, so that when I sacrificed it, the shimmering light from the stone drum totem would It will be blocked by the magic robe, so as not to be noticed by the people in the wine cellar.

I calculated the landing point of each foot, and it must land at the center of the wine barrel before I can jump up with all my strength.And you have to control the rhythm of each step, and the moment you jump up, you have to decisively climb the gap in the bluestone slate wall of the vent.

Stepping, running, I stepped on the wine barrel, and my steps made a drumming sound, which couldn't be covered up, but fortunately, the sound was very soft.

The pace became faster and faster, and finally one foot stepped on the wine barrel closest to the ceiling vent. I jumped up high, watching the vent get closer and closer, I held my breath, gritted my teeth and stretched out. Put your hands on the stone wall of the vent...

There was a slight difference in height, and my fingers brushed across the edge of the stone wall, but they failed to hang on the vent as I thought, but fell directly from the nearly five-meter-high barrel rack.

Such a small height is nothing to me at all. I try to open my hands as much as possible to make the resistance of the falling force as large as possible. I bend my legs slightly and put my toes on my toes to make my body look Just like a 'Z'-shaped spring board, the moment it lands on the ground, I can have enough buffer space. (When I was living in a caravan, I often slipped off Thunder Rhino. Each adult Thunder Rhino is eight or nine meters high.)
The moment I felt my toes touch the ground, I reacted quickly, wrapped my head in my hands, curled my body into a ball, and rolled forward.

After finally neutralizing all the momentum, I stretched my body with the last bit of strength and stood up from the ground.

Looking annoyed at the ceiling above my head, I decided to try again.

I don't think the second jump will be higher than the first jump. This time I decided to take out a dagger. As long as the dagger is smoothly inserted into the crevice of the stone, my hope should be much higher.So I caught my breath and climbed to the top of the barrel again.

Run up from slow to fast, jump high, and suddenly insert the dagger into the stone wall, successfully.

The movement was clean and neat, but unfortunately at that moment, my body was like a piece of bacon hanging on the beam, and there was no point of strength to stop my body from swinging. In the end, I failed to hold the dagger, and went directly from the air vent. One step away, I fell down, and then I began to sit in the aisle of the wine cellar blankly, staring blankly at the dark vent, and at Sister Guoguo squatting beside me, I could only smile wryly .

I rubbed Huahua's buttocks vigorously, and I got up from the ground in a numb manner, and continued to climb to the wine barrel stand, running up, jumping up, failing...

After trying five times in a row, I sat on the floor of the wine cellar gasping for breath. I was a little embarrassed now. I had exhausted myself and failed to do something that I thought would be easy.

Sighed, this has a lot to do with me sitting and studying in the classroom of the college recently, and shutting myself in the attic to draw magic scrolls when I got home. Since Yingli left, I probably have It’s been a long time since I ran in the morning, and I haven’t done the most basic physical training for a long time. Usually, Leonte can still urge me a few words, but after I became a magic apprentice, everyone naturally thought that as a noble magician The division does not need to be physically fit, and it does not need to charge on the battlefield anyway.

It seems that the most basic physical exercise every morning is still very necessary!If Kuz was by my side, he would definitely laugh at me now!
Suddenly, I felt someone staring at me silently, with clear eyes. I thought it was Sister Guoguo who was tired from wandering around. I turned my head and smiled at her, but found that it was a strange little boy. In the gap between the wine barrels, only a head was exposed. He had soft blond hair, and his light blue eyes showed curiosity.

I was taken aback by him, seeing me surprised, he seemed very happy, his big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, but the joy seemed to be only a momentary thing, and immediately he realized that I was staring at him Look, I discovered his secret hiding place. The boy was a little flustered, like a gopher poking his head out cautiously. After finding danger, he quickly retracted his head. I leaned over curiously and found that his face was nervous. Hiding in the crevice of the wine barrel, watching me warily.

"Hi!" I put my hand on the edge of the wine barrel outside, tapped the barrel lightly with my knuckles, and greeted him with a soft voice.

My politeness won the boy's favor, and I regarded this place as his territory, so I knocked on the door symbolically. He pursed his mouth, but still did not relax his vigilance, and stared at me flickeringly with big eyes look.

When I thought he couldn't speak, the little boy said, "I've never seen you in the manor. Are you a magic apprentice in El City?"

The little boy used honorifics when he spoke, and he could tell that he was a child from a noble family. He nodded, and formed a crystal clear ice crystal in his palm, and said to him, "Yes, I am a first-year student at the Academy of War Magic. magic apprentice."

After hearing my affirmative answer, his eyes suddenly became very bright, but he blinked in doubt and asked me, "Why did you come here?"

"Oh, it's time for me to ask you, isn't it? We can do this, each ask each other a question, and then answer each other's question, or you can choose not to say it, but you are not allowed to tell lies!" I looked at the little boy's face. eyes, said to him.

"Okay!" His voice was very small, like a frightened little rabbit.

But after thinking about it for a while, he continued to say to me: "You can go around from there to the back. This passage is the only way for them to patrol. They will come back soon. It's not safe here!"

He pointed to the small gap next to the barrel rack and said to me, "You can get in from there!"

I shook my head with a smile, and sat directly in front of the gap in the wine barrel where he was hiding, resting my head on the hard and fragrant wine barrel, and then asked the little boy: "The 'they' you mentioned are those two people just now. ?"

"Yes, those two people just now are our winemaker Anthony and groom Harry, it's up to you to answer my question." The little boy was still huddled in the corner, but his guard was not so serious.

I simply said to him: "I am a falcon. Wherever there are barbarians, I will go there! Our eleventh team walked northward from El City, and after crossing the Antiea Mountains, it was originally I went around in circles with those barbarians in the hilly area, and then followed the footsteps of the barbarians to come here, and I feel very sorry that this place was captured by those barbarians!"

The little boy's eyes suddenly became extremely dim. He rested his forehead on his knees for a while and asked me, "Is the town over?"

"Well, there are no survivors. Two heavy snowfalls have buried everything." I said to him dejectedly.

We came to Maas Town with a glimmer of hope, hoping to help Maas Town, hunt and kill the barbarians on the outskirts of the town, so that they can't attack Maas Town with all their strength, but it's a pity that we came a step late.

The barbarians who came on the ice this winter were different from those in the past. These barbarians with the giant bear totem tattooed on their chests were more violent. They not only hunted male slaves, they even ate people when they were hungry. The savages don't do this kind of thing, but these savages destroyed several manors along the way we came.

"Are you really a Falcon Warrior? Your Excellency the Magician!" The little boy was silent for a moment, but immediately raised his head, staring at me with piercing eyes and asked.

I nodded firmly and said, "I was assigned to the Falcon Eleven team, but now I am still a magic apprentice, not a magician."

"Well, I know, my father told me that anyone who can become a falcon is a warrior in El City!" The little boy looked at me with a kind of admiration and said, and then his eyes suddenly darkened He frowned and said pitifully: "He is dead, he was killed by the barbarians. He was a knight. When I grow up, I will become a warrior like you and avenge him with my own hands!"

I looked at him in amazement, adversity can make people stronger.Ask him "Can you tell me who you are?"

"My name is Ann, Ann Zimmerman." Ann said his name, and it dawned on me that, as I thought, he was a child of the Zimmerman family.

"Revenge, I can help you! I can tell you how to become strong enough." I sincerely extended my hand to him, and he gave it to me decisively. With my help, Ann from the barrel Get out of the gap between them.

I climbed to the top of the barrel stack in two or three moves, then bent down, stretched out my hand and said to him, "Come up, I'll pull you!"

"I..." Ann hesitated, probably because she was a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, with me pulling you, you won't fall! Aren't you going to be a brave fighter like your father?" I encouraged him.

He gritted his teeth, stubbornly refused my help, and climbed up from below with all his strength.

When he was about to reach the top floor, his hand failed to grasp the edge of the wine barrel and fell down all of a sudden. I was prepared, and I quickly reached out and held his hand firmly, proud of him. Said: "I told you, I will definitely catch you!"

I sat face to face with him on the top of the barrel stack, then took out a water bag from the magic pocket and handed it to him, and took out half of a hard baked wheat cake.

He couldn't wait to take it, and took a big bite on the wheat cake, before he even had time to chew it, he swallowed it, it seemed that he was starving.

I said to him slowly: "Now, can you tell me what happened in the manor after the barbarians came?"

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(End of this chapter)