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Chapter 367 Miss Mia's Letter
"Sincerely.

Mr. Wei, long time no see, I miss you very much.It's a bit embarrassing to say, this is the first time I've written a letter, and I don't know if the rules are standard. I hope Mr. Wei will forgive me. "

With just the first two lines, Cyril had already confirmed that the letter came from Miss Mia—he estimated it with his fingers, and it was early April when he left Solkonan, and now it was mid-May. It has been nearly fifty days since I saw that gentle and lovely mage lady.

Cyril read the first two lines of beautiful small characters twice, and finally came to a conclusion, "Miss Mage is indeed not very smart, and she seems hesitant to write letters", and then continued to read.

"I have been practicing water spells under the guidance of Teacher Lydia, and now I can use the three-ring water spells fluently, but I encountered some problems when practicing 'Holy Word' and 'Holy Healing'. A small problem. Teacher Lydia said that this is because this type of spell is linked to the priesthood and requires pious belief. But I can memorize the "Code of Origin" backwards, but I still can't cast it. I think it must not be my problem. "

Cyril couldn't help laughing, this silly girl didn't even look at the word "holy" in front of these two spells, they all had to go to the church to receive the baptism of the holy words of the high priest and establish communication with the gods spells that can be cast.In the future, "prayer" will be more advanced, and mages who can cast "prayer" must be confessed as treasures in any church.

"Besides, the research on the magic spar transformation circle has already got some clues. Teacher Lydia has not slept recently, and she has lost a lot of hair. I think there will be some results soon. And I It can be regarded as really embarking on this road. The current research direction is how to extend the continuity of the magic circle. I hope it will help Mr. Wei. But there are really too few magic crystals, and they have to pass in Solconan It is really not cost-effective to buy it only by bidding.

I am very worried that when I arrive in Amathir, whether the things I have studied will be able to help Mr. Wei. "

Cyril slapped his thigh. He doesn't have much else now, except that he has a lot of magic crystals-although there is such a thing as an underground secret room, I don't know how many magic crystals will be wasted there, but Cyril also thinks that the magic crystals in the secret passage Something and Mia's research may be "professional counterparts"...

It has been more than half of the time since I read the letter, and there are only a few short lines left on the letter paper.Cyril spread out the second half of the letter paper, went back to read the content above, and then continued to look down:
"At first, I also wanted to write some more content. In fact, many things happened. For example, Mr. Evans also set off for the south in mid-April. He said that he would take at least two years to go. The sun is bad, and I wonder if Mr. Evans will be blackened.

Her Royal Highness has been to the manor a few times, but she left Solconen with Miss Treville a few days ago, and it is said that she was going to the west, the opposite direction from Mr. Wei...

When I left the Magic Plains yesterday, I just scared a few little girls when I went out. They always thought our place was a haunted house, which made me a little funny. I bought a big board of Skittles for each of them-this candy taste Very rich, I tried it at home, Caroline should like it.

But apart from these things, Mr. Wei's manor is really boring after you left. For a few days, I forgot to take care of the farmland, and the fruit trees planted by Miss Misha also withered.

Mia is working hard to grow up. I wonder if Mr. Wei has established an excellent territory as promised?I really want to take a look. "

He was pinching the letter paper, reading it, and suddenly he was stunned: he couldn't imagine what kind of posture the mage lady wrote this letter——

Perhaps after a busy day of research, lying on the bed exhausted, I want to sink my body into the pile of dolls.But then he struggled to get up again, and looked at the empty letter paper at the table, resting his chin in a daze...

His eyes followed the paper and landed on the end of the letter:
"I wrote this letter at the end of April, and the spring pleats in Solconan just bloomed, and I felt that the pink flower fragrance was floating in half the city. This is the first time I send a long-distance letter, and I don't know how much it will take. time to send.

I sprinkled a little spring pleats petals in the corner of the envelope, hoping Mr. Vee could smell Solkonan too.

Finally, give my regards to Caroline, Alina, Miss Misha, Nerola, and Mr. Crane.

Yours faithfully Mia Christian. "

Cyril turned the envelope impatiently, only to see a few shriveled yellow petals rolled into thin sticks and scattered on the table.

He put his hands on those shriveled petals and muttered softly, and the wind of recovery in his hands then blew.The petals were bathed in cyan, and quickly stretched out their curled bodies, returning to a light pink color.Each piece is not too big—the petals of the spring pleats are just like that.

And the light floral fragrance also wafted out and passed into Cyril's nose, making him think for a moment that he smelled the smell of Miss Mia's hair standing in the floral fragrance.

He couldn't help being a little dazed.

The wind at the fingertips stopped, and the flowers lost their last vitality. They shattered and scattered on the letter paper the moment the fingers lightly touched them.

He sat blankly in front of the table, stunned for a moment, then slowly folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and put it on the top of the first drawer at hand.

He remembered that when the carriage left Solconan, when they turned over a small hill and couldn't even see the city wall, the sound of the wind behind them was mixed with the girl's somewhat hopeful but disappointed whispers:

"May the stars shine on you."

Cyril touched his nose, feeling sour for some reason.

He didn't stand up until Caroline knocked on the door, calling him to taste the big fat bamboo rat he caught in the field, feeling dizzy.

"Ah, Cyril, why are you opening the door so slowly?" Caroline complained in front of the door, she looked up at Cyril, and then showed a puzzled look:
"Why is your nose so red?"

"Hmm..." Cyril pondered for a moment: "Maybe it's because the flowers are so fragrant?"

"Nonsense, Siliki doesn't have a flower that can turn people's noses red." Caroline stretched out her hand to grab Cyril's arm, "Come on, come on, or Klan will blow up the kitchen again later!"

Cyril then opened his legs and followed her pace.

He looked at Caroline's hair that fluttered up and down with her leaping figure. In the past few months, his height has been a bit higher than when he first came here, and Caroline has also grown taller. Quite a lot—it was shorter than Elena at the beginning, and now it is almost taller than Elina.

Thinking about it, his thoughts flew to the distance again:

I don't know how this month has passed, Miss Mia, how has she become?
(End of this chapter)