Who says knights can't backstab

228 Chapter [-] "Dismounting Mawei"

Lydia Shelley was carried into the small castle by Mia.

Cyril underestimated the "lethal power" of the magic plain to the mages in 1440, just like throwing him into the arena was a dimensionality reduction blow. The concept of the magic plain was still a dimensionality reduction blow at this time.

Therefore, the first moment she entered the magic plain, Lydia Shelley was dazzled by the strong magic power and the sudden environmental change, and passed out directly on the lawn.

Of course, Mia thought that since this was her mentor, she should carry it by herself, so she hummed and carried Lydia to the dining table, and finally woke Lydia up with the aroma of soft baked potatoes with cheese.

At this time, the poor and down-and-out mage was wolfing down apple pie, and Cyril was sitting next to Mia. Seeing that Miss Mia's expression was completely dull, he could only push Mia lightly.

"Ah, then..."

"Hmm, Lydia Shelley, you can call me whatever you want, I don't mind." Lydia swallowed hurriedly and wiped her hands on the torn mage robe Wipe, and after finishing speaking, he took a few mouthfuls of apple juice before he took a deep breath and put on a posture of sitting upright.

"Then... Ms. Shelley, the hospitality is not good, please ask more..."

"It's so thoughtful, ah, I haven't had such a good meal for a long time—" Lydia stretched out her hand to stroke her stomach again, in front of her was a tall stack of plates, which was attracting the cards beside the handrail of the corridor on the second floor. Rowling's hateful eyes.

"Mr. Wei, can she really do it?" Mia couldn't help pulling Cyril's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"Uh, although she did lose her composure, you can ask again." Cyril replied.So Mia sat up straight again and said seriously:
"Ms. Shelley, this time I invite you..."

But just as she organized some polite words, she was interrupted by Lydia again: "Hi...uh, we're full, then let's stop talking nonsense, let's get straight to the point, and cast a spell."

"what?"

"Ah what, I want you to cast a spell, whatever, hurry up." Lydia patted the table hard, and her voice echoed throughout the living room.

Mia's heart shuddered. The lady who was wolfing down and without temperament seemed to be a different person suddenly. Although her temperament was still not hooked to her, there was even mashed potatoes at the corner of her mouth that hadn't been wiped clean, and her hair was also dirty. very messy.

But the expression on her face seemed to be seriously reading a book, leaving everything out - her own mess and the luxury of the house were all ignored by her.

So she raised her hand, drew in the air twice, and said softly: "The clear spring is rushing."

A stream of pure water flowed from her fingertips and accumulated in the small bowl in front of her.

And Lydia sat quietly with her eyes closed for a long while, then opened her eyes and said, "The ointment of the sea dragon, a piece of scallops bathed in the singing of the siren, the petals of a flower that only blooms in the southern archipelago when the tide is high..."

She quickly reported the names of some materials or something. The faster she reported, the more than a dozen of them were mentioned in one breath. Then she stopped and said slowly: "Very, very good element pool."

Cyril looked at Mia, but found that the girl's face was full of disbelief, and he realized that what Lydia just reported seemed to be the materials Mia consumed when opening the element pool...

Can this also be seen from casting a spell?

Question marks were written all over his head. At this moment, Lydia and the down-and-out sorcerer who made some small inventions in the game are no longer equal, and the image of nodding and bowing in the library is completely shattered.

And Lydia's words didn't end: "Of course, your magic talent is also very good, and at the same time, you are very humble, and you don't show off your skills in front of me-I am very satisfied with you."

As Lydia said, she stood up and walked slowly to the open space away from the long table, her voice suddenly amplified: "But, I hope you can abandon these humility—the clear spring is rushing!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand high, and a turbulent jet of water gushed out from her palm, hitting heavily on the door not far away, directly breaking open the closed door.

"You are a mage, you opened the element pool, you are destined to be different, you really need humility, I don't deny humility, but humility should be facing the vast knowledge, facing the endless unknown, and facing the same A mage, whenever—”

She turned around abruptly, and the water jet in her hand splashed with her movements, and flew straight across the entire living room, splashing on Mia and Cyril, and then turned into a thin stream of water, flowing across the table.

"You should be proud."

Her last few words were lighter, and then she pulled out the chair and sat down again.

"What's this, an understatement?" Cyril slandered in his heart, first he reported the name of the dish, and then he showed the combination of spells and words, and the ordinary little mage might be really excited by Lydia.

But when he looked at Mia, he found that the latter's face had regained his composure, and then, the girl spoke softly:
"Ms. Shelley, I agree with you, but I don't agree with you."

"Oh?" Lydia asked in confusion.

"If I obtained all of this by myself, then I am naturally very proud. But the materials of the element pool were not collected by myself, nor did I earn money to buy them. And the talent of spells? I think I am too Too bad, without Mr. Wei's guidance, I'm afraid I can't even perform Qingquan Rush—"

She paused, and looked directly at Lydia at the other end of the long table:

"If Ms. Shelley thinks that a mage can become a so-called master by relying on those things, then we must have different ideas. I can't guarantee that I will put all my thoughts on the study of spells. On the contrary..."

She bit her lip lightly and grabbed the blue gemstone on the neckline with both hands, as if she had suddenly gained courage, she raised her head and said loudly:
"Ms. Shelley, my greatest ideal is to make spells not only limited to mages, you, please go back—"

Before her words fell, she heard a "bang" sound from the other end of the long table, and it was Lydia who fell to the ground.Immediately afterwards, Lydia climbed up from the table and shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, what do you mean, you want to conduct other research?"

"That's right." Mia froze for a moment, then replied seriously.

"Where's your research? Where's your work? Let me see?"

Lydia held the mage's robe and ran to Mia's side in a hurry, speaking in a hurry.

"Ah? Most of them are on the second floor. They are all things that try to combine spells and props..."

Mia was talking, but found that she suddenly flew up—a steady stream of water flowed under her feet, and lifted her, the chair, and Lydia to the second floor—

"Which room? In which room?"

"The one on... the corner."

As a result, the water rushed through the corridor on the second floor with a rush, and sent the two of them into the room on the second floor where Mia used to store her research.

And Cyril stood in the hall, at a loss - this script seems to be a bit too far from what he thought?
But a smile soon appeared on his face, and then he waved to Caroline next to the handrail on the second floor:

"Come on, Caroline, let's go on to the outer city."

(End of this chapter)