All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

"... Long time no see. Your Royal Highness Arthur."

I replied with a green face. In fact, we have not seen each other now. We haven't seen each other since the sister's full moon ceremony.

Although the correspondence between the two of us has never been broken. The font of each letter is the same beautiful and powerful swash, he has never ghostwritten.

Of course neither did I. No matter how long he wrote to me, I would reply with three times the number of words. No matter how painful or wanting to vomit blood, I wrote it in the neatest font. They even check the entire text after writing, and if there is a typo, you have to write it again.

Just as rigorous and serious, finish every letter under the majestic gaze of the old sister.

The content of the letter of the ghost animal lion king is the same as his character. Charismatic and interesting, both calm and public. Obviously he never wrote about politics and state affairs, but there are still three pages to write about.

That's right. Each of his letters is exactly three sheets of paper. Nine sheets of paper are already my physical limit, and I have every reason to suspect that he deliberately put together three sheets of paper each time, fortunately, I am playing on my bottom line.

"It's really been a long time. Even Liche, your voice is different from what you remembered."

Why are you not? His Royal Highness Arthur.

After all, the letter is no substitute for the call. When Arthur was eighteen years old, my parents and I were going to England to attend his enthronement ceremony. But during that time, I happened to have a high fever, and my parents did not go to take care of me. Only the emperor went. (Although she was already there as a Knight of the Round Table).

It's been more than four years since I thought about it now. In my memory, the voice of the young boy who had been so loud and arrogant did not know when it became low, and he already possessed the calmness of being a king.

Although if you savour it carefully, you will find that his arrogance is overwhelming, but he just hid quietly under the calmness.

I don't know if I meet again. What kind of youth would a boy with hedgehog hair and sapphire eyes grow into?

Although he is handsome and extraordinary no matter how long he is.

"After all, many years have passed, Your Highness."

After all, unlike usual, I have a whole day to figure out how to reply to him. The instant call is almost zero delay. I can only work hard to lengthen every note, and try my best to give myself time to think about how to not reply, not cold, but also decent.

"You who have always been in contact with me wrote to you suddenly and called me... Is there something urgent?"

what. How straightforward. Am I infected by Arnold?

I thought coldly. Sure enough, I still can't help this ghost animal king. No matter how hard you think, you can only utter clumsy words in the end.

"Haha. I also like your clumsy look. Liche."

King Arthur's joyous laughter came from the end of the magic device. I still like to tease me as much as I did when I was young, and like to say something like "I like Liche".

It really made me feel familiar and flattered.

Because this great king is still the same in front of me as he was when he was a child, no change.

"Is it tired after a rest night?" The great Wang asked gently, "Your voice is very tired."

No. I have a good rest. If you listen carefully, my voice should still have a hint of fright. This is all frightened by you.

The above words, even if I borrowed 10,000 courage, I only dared to complain silently in my heart.

but. Sure enough, I was loved by this king.

Taking into account the exhaustion of my running around. Deliberately call after I have a break.

"Um... actually kind of."

Thinking of this, my voice couldn't help but soften. In fact, think about it, in addition to bullying people, Arthur is the best for me among the perverts, "but my physique was too weak before. Strengthening exercise is also necessary."

"Liche has grown a lot." Arthur chuckled lightly. "I kind of miss you who used to pretend to be calm and desperately thinking about how to please me."

...Asshole, I'm also thinking about how to please you! Why is the disease of your ghost animal still not cured! ! !

"Liche."

The magnetic and beautiful youth voice, when I was about to explode (although I didn't dare to explode), cleverly changed the subject, "Do you still like the clothes."

The black pupils opened slightly because of surprise, I asked incredulously, "Clothes, what clothes?"

"It was sent by someone before. It should have arrived the day before yesterday."

The sound of pages turning came from the other end of the magic guide. I seemed to see him sitting lazily on a bench in the sun, with his fluffy head slightly tilted, holding the microphone, his sapphire-like eyes drooping slightly, his eyes falling on the slightly yellowed pages of the spread out book. .

The bright sunshine is unreservedly dedicated to the Lion King of England.

He is Yinglan's golden red crown.

"Tops and pants and short boots." Arthur asked, turning the pages of the book, "it should be in your closet."

"...If it's that set. I saw it."

"Oh? Really." Arthur's voice over the microphone was smiling, "Do you like it?"

"Well—" I spared my cheeks, and finally decided to be frank, "I like it very much. Your taste is quite good."

"Ha. I'm already wearing it."

"..." What the hell! How did you know! !

"I think it suits you when I first saw it in the store."

Wang's voice was very gentle, with unabashed love. I can even imagine the arc of his mouth slightly raised in the platinum-gold sunlight.

"Simple and unremarkable. But if you use your heart, you will find her simple and pure beauty."

Wang's voice sounded amid the regular page turning.

"Although it is inconspicuous, the shopkeeper chose to put the ordinary one in the display cabinet by the street. I also got a quick glance when I passed by, and I bought it and gave it to you who suits it best."

"Haha. This is fate."

... I pressed my left chest silently. The heart of honesty was beating frantically.

That is the girl's heart that I don't know how many years has passed away!

When the handsome, young and promising king of the strongest nation spoke these love words in a soft tone, I felt that there was absolutely no man in this world more perfect than him. Marrying him is definitely my only choice.

But fortunately, my reason is still controlled. Even if he blushes, he can speak calmly.

"You, your words are serious!"

Ohmygod! ! What's the matter with this shy girlish tone! The tone is not calm at all and even stuck! ! !

Sure enough, Arthur on the end of the magic device smiled and exaggerated the emotion of "Lie Che is so cute".

This is humiliation! ! Just when I was red-faced and ready to cut off the call, I was asked and said, "Parkinson accidentally committed it." Arthur changed the subject in a timely manner, "Liche. There are gifts in my pants pockets."

How can it be repaired! If it weren't for the friendship of Saint-British Friendship, I would really want to behead this ghost animal king!

Thinking of this, I pulled into my pocket with a look of resentment. But I touched something cold.

I blinked blankly. Gently hold the things in your pockets and move them to your eyes.

It's an obsidian brooch.

The black obsidian was finely polished, giving it a dull white luster. The whole brooch does not use any gem or magic core except for it. Only a bow tie tied with a pierced ribbon lined its body.

"The ribbon is detachable." Arthur said, "take it apart and take a look."

"……Ok."

I responded softly. Open the hidden button on the back and remove the obsidian oval.

The ribbon fell apart. I put it on the table and spread it flat. It was discovered that the ribbon's off-plan is a string of elegant squiggles.

What is written is-

The black pupils shrank.

Gadrich St. Enlus forever.

"Master Gene doesn't agree with me giving you such simple clothes. But again, I personally chose it for you."

"So he finally re-sews a set for you with a different fabric according to the original pattern."

Arthur said, "He coated the original ordinary fabric with a fine powder of magic core. Compared with ordinary fabric, it is more difficult to shape, and it is waterproof and fireproof."

"Although it may seem ordinary. But as long as you adjust the angle, you can find its glimmer."

"It's like star dust."

"But Liche, you definitely like its practicality better." Arthur sighed pretentiously, and then said that with a chuckle.

"But I also like that of you very much."

Doesn't he hate me at all?

Is Wang's love so blind and domineering?

I looked at the pierced ribbon, thinking like this.

"But the brooch was made by Master Jean himself. It was a gift for my elm head to the future princess." Arthur's voice was a little helpless. "This old man still doesn't allow me to take a look. For taking care of us since childhood. He, Yuri and I are very helpless."

"How about it. Do you like it."

"...Very, I like it very much." The King of Ghost Animals was already a master at making up sisters! Father, why are you joining in the fun! !

"Is that so. That's good." Arthur said in a pleasant tone on the end of the magic device. "Can you describe what it looks like."

on purpose! ! This guy must be deliberate! This time I changed to jumping on my shameful heart! !

"Very, very delicate brooch. The main body is oval black obsidian."

"Obsidian. Very good. They must be as beautiful as Liche's eyes. What else?"

The black ribbon in his eyes suddenly became as scary as a monster. At the moment of life and death, my eloquence skills are full, "I also used a black ribbon as a foil. Although the two are not expensive things, it does not look complicated to make. However, the simple beauty of the combination of the two is not lost. For any shining gem. Yes. It is the night sky in the middle of the night to describe it. Such a simple but profound design is really breathtaking. It is indeed the only designated royal designer of Yinglan!"

"It seems that you really like it. Liche." Shouldn't it be called King Arthur. I must have heard a lot of flattery that is more gorgeous than I am usually, and I didn't even froze, "But would the things that Master Gene make is that simple?"

Arthur said in a good mood, "There should be more mysteries. Let's explore together next time we meet."

do not want! ! ! I would rather die! !

"Ah. I was negligent."

I read stiffly. Looking at the ribbon in front of him with a green expression, "Master Gene indeed hides another secret in the ribbon."

The Ghost Animal King was very happy, "What is it?"

"...The ribbon's engraving is a sentence."

Don't wait for Arthur to speak. I chose to commit suicide, "It means ‘Gadrich St. Enlus the Everlasting’."

what. Sure enough, I was smiling happily.

Listening to the deep and sweet laughter. I thought so blankly.

Although it seems to be just an ordinary sentence that can no longer be ordinary. But when I read it out to him, the level of shame was no less than "I like you".

What an overkill. This love can't be avoided, can't be avoided, can't even pretend to be stupid.

Yes. It's because both he and I know too well, that's why it's like this.

I really want to be a little stupid. I thought coldly.

"Liche."

As always, Wang's voice contained pampering. He turned another page and said with a smile.

"Whether it is the leaves or the truth. You found it in the facilities under the mine."

"...What are you talking about?"

The sour air that was still perplexed by love quickly cooled. The shrunken pupils trembled with shock. The sound from his throat was calm and terrifying.

what. It turns out that I am the kind of person who will calm down at the moment of life and death.

——I even thought of expressing such emotions.

"Are you nervous. Are you afraid. To me."

The hand holding the microphone was trembling lightly, and the cold touch from the fingertips conveyed the limbs, as if the heart was about to stop beating.

"Don't be afraid. Liche."

The gentle voice soothed.

"If I'm by your side. I can hug you lightly and praise you for being a good boy."

The cold body was not warmed by his words. The brain is running fast.

How did he know.

My performance in the first twelve years was absolutely unmatched by courage and strategy. It is impossible for my sister to tell him that I found it. So who is it? Yuri?

As an "eagle", Yuri does have terrible insights. But I haven't seen him since I separated.

Why--

"I like Lychee your eyes very much." Wang's voice was mixed with the rustle of pages turning, "It's very similar to Mana."

"..." Lie. Mana is obviously colorful.

"The essence is the same. Pure and clean, infinite and beautiful."

The trembling hands calmed down at some point. I was shocked to hear him say.

"Liche. I believe in your possibilities more than you."

"There is no perfect person in this world. That's why people believe in the existence of God."

"But anyway. You must be beautiful."

Arthur sighed softly, "I don't know what the fate of you and me will be."

"It's an enemy. A friend."

Suddenly, he laughed.

"Still a lover."

The corners of my mouth twitched suddenly.

The originally dangerous atmosphere disappeared in an instant. The frozen blood flows again, and the cold body gradually warms up.

I can't find specific words to describe this man.

Strong and composed. Blind and confident. The ghost is gentle.

But one thing is beyond doubt.

He has a strong "self".

Whether the opponent is the prospective crown prince of a dependent country with a ghost in his heart or a terrifying man of unknown origin, he will be appointed as a member of the Knights of the Round Table if he wants to.

The woman she likes will also be "open-minded", but she will be overwhelmed by her love.

I can vaguely feel what he thought of when he fell to the ground. But I can't see the cut as if through a layer of fog.

"Liche. Do what you want to do."

"It's amazing. I thought I was the kind of man who wanted to imprison my lover."

"but--"

The voice of Arthur on the magical device was so gentle from beginning to end.

"Sure enough, I. I like you too."

Obviously it is so domineering and powerful.

But always respect my decision and "self".

"...Your Royal Highness Arthur."

For the first time, abandoning their respective positions, I said sincerely to him.

"You are a great king."

He smiled and agreed.

The long conversation finally ended. I closed the magic device.

The stomach was very arrogant and didn't make a gurgling sound until then. I sighed. Sadly found that I had no appetite for breakfast.

Sure enough, every confrontation with Arthur is so depressing. As always, he did not mention politics-related topics to me, and did not mention how he would treat the "truth".

But it's a lot easier than before. Probably because I felt that I was recognized by the king.

Reassembled the obsidian and ribbon. Although I am not a dexterous person, I can't be troubled with a normal bow.

Raising my hand, I pinned the brooch to my chest.

The pitch black color matches the dark green very well. Even without a mirror, I know they must be beautiful.

Beautiful--

I raised my head. Looking at the oil painting hanging high in the call hall.

The first king of St. Enlus painted many oil paintings for his wife. Except for a few special collections in the treasury, some others have been hung in various places in the castle.

The woman in the oil painting has scientific long blond hair. Long slightly curly hair is lightly tied with a dark green ribbon, hanging loosely over his shoulders.

Her cheap dad has not inherited one in 10,000 of her beauty. She is undoubtedly beautiful in the oil painting. Holding a bunch of white roses, she smiled faintly, her eyes shimmering like violets, her originally delicate face looked even more elegant.

She is not wearing any jewelry. Wearing a delicate but simple long dress. The ice-colored pendant is attached to a thin silver chain, embossed on her chest.

What a noble and beautiful woman.

This is the portrait of the woman who single-handedly established the kingdom of Saint Enluth.

"When can I become as good as you."

I looked at her. Murmured like this.

Then she stared straight at the pendant on her chest.

An undecorated pendant with cracks in ice color, a thin silver chain.

Placed at the top of the treasury.

"...Goddess!!!"

I knelt down and cried bitterly, holding my head on the spot.

OHmygod! ! I actually gave the relics of my ancestors to a wild man of unknown origin! !

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So all the conspiracy and tricks involving Arnold will eventually harm the small public.

This concludes the magic mine article. In the next chapter, I want to put Arnold and the mentor off, but I’m afraid that no one will watch [嘤嘤嘤]

When St. Enlus first started, the thief was poor, but the grandfather of Xiaogongju loved his grandmother very much, and his grandmother loved him very much. Always carry the cheap pendant that Grandpa gave me.

Then he deserves to be the king of ghosts and animals. It says that I will fall in love with him. The first perfect person to marry! !

Extraordinary: Arnold

Short aqua blue hair. Ice-colored pupils.

The breath of the boy was as clean as the clear river under a clear sky.

"From today. Your name is Arnold."

The slightly frowning middle-aged man has dark blue eyes and long straight cyan hair. The headband embroidered with runes tied it loosely, and the slender ponytail hung over his shoulders.

He was wearing a dressy gown that looked very heavy. Although he has some wrinkles in his middle age, it is not difficult to see from his facial features that he was also a beautiful young man who was popular with women more than ten years earlier.

But the middle-aged man with such a skin is always unsmiling. The slightly frowning eyebrows and the ever-tightened corners of the mouth make it feel like all mankind owes him money.

"I found your name casually from the book."

The man looked at himself condescendingly. He saw his figure in the dark blue eyes, his expression was so blank.

"The implication is as white and free as a cloud."

The man who explained the meaning of the name as if slapped himself didn't realize it at all. Still staring at himself with arrogant eyes.

"And I am Heron Oz. Your mentor."

"Starting today. Nurture you to grow up and teach you people who are knowledgeable."

He declared like this.

Strongly opened the "life" of the artificial man named "Arnold".

Although the man named Heron Oz is well-dressed and eccentric, he is a pauper. He took himself to live in a small house of only 30 square meters. Except for a dilapidated and low bunk bed and a round table for eating, the furniture in the house was only a two-story shoddy. bookshelf.

And it's in such a room. They are living day after day.

A large group of men who were afraid of falling from above said with a sullen expression that they only slept underneath. The round table for eating is usually my desk. The two-story bookshelves are filled with books by men, but they are all renewed every week.

If it was Arnold now. He would be very curious how his mentor could have money to buy so many books even in such a poor situation.

But when he was a child, he didn't care about it. His life is nothing more than eating, sleeping and studying.

"Human time is precious."

Nestled with himself by the round table, the man sitting in the chair said solemnly, "Excluding the necessary eight hours of sleep. The actual useable time in a day is only a short 16 hours."

"Except for washing, eating and going to the toilet. The time available is only about 13 hours."

"And human life is only a short hundred years or less."

"Even if you live to be a hundred years old, there are only fifty-four years that humans can really use."

"Human beings are only alive for only fifty-four years."

"In these fifty-four years, not only must we inherit the wisdom passed down by our ancestors a hundred years ago, but we must also continue to create new knowledge for future generations."

Her dark blue pupils were as deep as the sea, Heron Oz said to himself.

"So we have to cherish our time and study hard. Beat those terrible sloths."

He called, "Understood. Arnold."

"Understood."

As a child, he answered quickly.

This is a very simple, easy to understand and profound truth. Just say it again and he will understand. Even if he didn't say it, he could comprehend it by himself.

not to mention. Cyborgs don’t know how to be lazy.

However. In the middle of the night, Heron Oz still extinguished the light of the magical device. Pushed him hard onto the bed.

"Why. Mentor."

He asked the man incomprehensibly, "I am not sleepy. I can use my sleep time to study."

"No one does not need sleep."

The man pushed his head back up again, tucked the quilt and frowned, said, "Go to bed early. Get up early tomorrow. Develop a healthy routine that conforms to magical teaching."

"But. Mentor."

Half of Arnold, who had a good face at a young age, was stuffed into the quilt by the man, only a pair of ice-colored eyes were exposed. The indifferent but immature voice became muffled because of the quilt.

"I'm not sleepy," he said to the frowning man, "I can't sleep."

"...Tsk."

The fluorescent light gathered and dissipated, and a heavy magic book appeared in the man's hand.

"Then I'll read you a book for a while."

The faded hot gold cover opened. The man's slender, fine-lined hands slowly turned over a few yellowed pages.

He stopped his hand as if he had chosen it. The dark blue eyes drooped slightly, and the man's expression was as quiet as his voice.

"Advanced Magic Guide Chapter 32. There are many kinds of relationships between latitude and loops. But in order to reduce the number of loops, we often write them to high latitudes—"

The deep and stereotyped voice echoed in the narrow room. Obviously he shouldn't be sleepy, but he slowly closed his eyes.

Is it a habit formed by the body?

Young he thought so before falling asleep.

The Grand Magister named Heron Oz clearly disliked that he had to eat and sleep as a human, wasting precious life and time, but again and again he asked him to rest and eat like humans, and he would never be allowed to take it off.

Are humans so complicated?

He looked at the man on the opposite side of the dining table who was spooning soup and flipping through the pages of the book. Obviously, he is used to this dual purpose, even if the dark blue eyes are always on the slightly rolled book pages, the hand holding the soup spoon can accurately deliver the soup into his mouth.

Although the instructor never said to himself, "You are not a human being". But he, who was born wise, knew it.

After all, there are no humans in this world who have no sense of taste and no need to sleep and eat.

"Arnold. Don't froze. Eat quickly."

The ice-colored pupils shrank slightly. The man who was reading the book while drinking the soup urged himself without raising his head, "I'm going to the town to buy things later. You read the book by yourself after you have eaten."

"Yeah." He asked, "Are you going to buy a book."

"No." The soup has bottomed out, but the man still holds the spoon and didn't let go, "Go buy some ingredients. I'm already going to eat the army rations."

"Why." He continued, "Today's soup is from Yinglan. It should be your favorite flavor." Rich beef flavor.

... The man put down the spoon, and while rubbing the sides of his nose, explained in a tolerant tone, "Humans are tolerant of food. This limit does not come from the body, but from the mind."

"Humans are troublesome."

He lowered his head. Looking at his hand holding the spoon. Although it is more efficient to serve the bowl directly, he still followed the instructor's instruction to eat with a spoonful of spoonfuls.

"Eating can be understood as a necessary activity for the body to grow. But why do I have to sleep for eight hours."

He obviously has better physical functions than human beings. Why learn to live like a human being.

"Because you are not a magical device."

He raised his head. Looking at the man in front of him.

His pale face was adorned with a pair of deep and energetic eyes. It's like the sea under the sun.

"Although your body is not human."

"But your soul is."

He stood up. The long sleeves fell with his movements.

Arnold looked at the wooden bowl on the opposite side with only shallow soup stains, thinking about taking it out later and washing it in the river behind the house.

"Human nature is great and beautiful."

Heron Oz put his hand on the doorknob. He didn't push the door to leave immediately, but turned his back to himself and said.

"That is something better than divinity."

The wooden door creaked open. Then squeaked it shut.

The hand holding the spoon did not move. After a while, he scooped it mechanically.

Arnold ate very slowly that time. He tried to feel "the rich taste of beef" with his "heart".

But he still failed. It should be said that it is strange that he can feel it, who has never had a taste.

Learning to be a human being is really harder than learning any magical knowledge.

He thought so, and then he was stunned again.

The spoon fell into the bowl, and the black soup splashed out. Ice-colored eyes stared at all this dullly.

He just sighed.

The artificial man named Arnold seriously felt the strange emotions at that moment.

In addition to following the orders of his mentor, he always thought that his only emotion was "curiosity". But just now, I really felt "helpless".

And the mood now--

Is it rejoicing?

...

"Welcome back. Heron Oz Mentor."

"...Arnold."

The magician holding a vegetable basket looked at the boy in front of him with a green expression, and asked, "Is your face cramping?"

Even a straight steel man like Heron Oz knew that Arnold was a handsome child. This is as it should be, because his body was made by that person according to "God" standards.

As for the blue and white color scheme-tut. Because that woman likes colors like blue and clean sea.

And at this moment, this pure and beautiful face like Lan Jiehai was smiling distortedly at him.

"No. Mentor."

The twisted smile gradually returned to normal. Arnold looked at himself seriously and explained, "I just imagine human beings. Smile to express my joy."

"Don't make yourself embarrassing." Heron Oz, who hasn't recovered from Arnold's smile, is still pale, "Not everyone laughs. Like me."

"You are lying." The ice-like teenager pointed out his blind spot straightforwardly. "You will also smile when you see the picture of Mr. Rozroltun."

Heron Oz did not speak anymore.

Arnold looked at him. This man who always has a bitter face would only be silent when he heard that person's name.

By chance, he turned to a picture of a young man in the book. Because the technology was not advanced at the time, the photo was dark yellow, not only could not see the man's hair color and pupil color, but also very blurry.

But his smile was like the sun.

The photo was pressed by two colorless flakes of magic core. Arnold couldn't imagine that this expensive method of preservation came from his own mentor. And on the back of the photo is a string of names written in gilt handwriting.

Rozroltun Perrelet.

That was the only one of his mentor, the name of his deceased best friend.

From time to time, Arnold would see Heron Oz staring blankly at this photo. The unwrapped magic book was just hanging aside by him.

even. He also found the tutor secretly crying at this photo.

Of course, Heron Oz didn't know about it.

in addition. He also found thirty-two IOUs with the name "Herron Oz Bader" in that book.

"You're not a smile. It's a curse."

With dark blue eyes hanging slightly, the instructor said in a low voice, "Only a smile from the heart is a smile."

"Is that so."

"Yeah. Not to mention it."

Heron Oz threw the basket to himself and ordered, "Take the cucumbers to the river behind and wash them. Make a different thing today."

"Yes. Mentor."

Arnold took the basket. He opened the door directly, and ran towards the stream behind the house.

Although there is no sense of taste.

But his heart threw in anticipation and joy for a different food.

...

After seeing my tutor's distorted expression like eating shit. Arnold realized a new feeling-suddenly realized.

"Sure enough, am I not cooking ingredients!"

The man who has always been aloof flushed, and poured water into his mouth indecently.

Arnold looked at the bowl of "salt cucumbers" placed on the round table very curiously.

There is no difference in color and condition from Yinglan's military rations. But does it taste bad?

"Arnold... you should cook tomorrow."

The man with a bad complexion now looks pale and terrifying. He said to himself dying, "Just mix the salt and cucumber...it's easy."

It's very simple. But why do you fail.

Although thinking so. But Arnold cleverly chose to shut up and nod.

Then the next day. He served Heron Oz a sweet "cucumber with salt."

"It's my fault." Herron Oz put down the spoon blankly, "Let a person who has no sense of taste cook. It's really embarrassing for you."

"What's the matter." Arnold tilted his head slightly, his expression still calm, "I followed your instructions."

"No."

"You just confuse sugar and salt."

that's all. The enthusiasm of the master and apprentice to cook was completely defeated by a bowl of "salt mixed cucumber". They started their endless ration life again.

But this time Herron Oz tried his best to buy more than a dozen kinds of military rations from various countries. The number has doubled.

The wooden house of the two of them was in the old forest in the deep mountains. It was the house of an original hunter. Even the nearest village is three hours away.

But fortunately, it is self-sufficient in the woods. Arnold needn't say much, even if Heron Oz really feels sick after eating rations, he can still pick some wild fruits to eat.

"Don't come into contact with humans who come to the forest to hunt and gather wild fruits."

The little hockey puck exudes ice-colored light. Floating up and down in the air. Heron Oz leaned on the pillow, half lying under the quilt, holding a magic book in his hand.

"It's not because they are some kind of impure villains. It's just that you are too young now, and the gap with humans is still too big."

Pale hands with fine lines closed the book. The palm rests on the cover, but it hasn't moved. Arnold walked over, helped him pick up the book, and inserted it back into the shelf.

"Wait until you can perceive people's good and evil. You have the ability to protect yourself. After you decide to integrate into human life."

The suppressed cough interrupted the man's words. The boy with aqua-blue hair picked up the freshly washed raspberry from the round table and placed it next to his pillow, and then took the book with his fingers from the shelf and placed it on his body.

"Go get in touch with them again."

"Yes. Mentor."

Arnold responded like this.

But the facts are often unsatisfactory.

Only three days later, Arnold had to leave the home he had never left. A person went to a small town three hours away to buy medicine and daily necessities.

Before leaving, Heron Oz gave him his magic device. Instructed that if you encounter a bad guy, use the most powerful attack magic wizard he has learned to attack the bad guy.

Arnold thought about the most powerful attack wizard he ever learned-Absolute Zero?

"Sell this."

The pale hand handed himself a magic core. Arnold saw at a glance that he was good in character and worth a lot of money.

"If there is something you want on the road. Just buy it."

"Yes. Mentor."

Arnold nodded. Then he tucked the quilt, turned around, and walked straight to the door.

Until leaving. man