In the days that followed, Morrow never showed up, Irene and Alan began to practice the triangle guidance method, and Angel was immersed in Jon's homework regarding different subjects.

Morrow says knowledge is the most important thing for wizards. Angel did not know whether Mentor Jon's knowledge was useful, but he knew that it could inspire wisdom and keep his eyes free of what was in front of him.

Whether it works or doesn't work. Angel doesn't care.

Angel wrote quickly, with complex formulas and numbers, all of which became drafts of yesterday. Every day, Angel has a new idea for solving a problem, from molecules, atoms to magnetic fields, bands, different angles, bring him different surprises.

Over time, Angel knew he was getting closer and closer to the right answer.

That day, Angel put down his quill and rubbed his temples. High mental power has been running for nearly half a month, solving more and more questions, getting closer and closer to the final answer, the only progress missing is the last 10 questions. But with continuous concentration this made his headache a little unbearable. Especially this morning, he even had a spell of dizziness and dark vision. Which is the body's means of sending him an alarm.

Even if Angel couldn't wait to solve the problem, he stopped himself. He is 14 years old and is still in adolescence. If his internal clock is broken during the most important period of his life, these changes could have a radical effect on his future, at that point he would have no place to cry.

He remembered from mentor Jon before that he had a serious illness as a result of his habits during adolescence, and then his height stagnated at 165 cm. Angel doesn't know if his mentor is telling the truth, or he is looking for an excuse, but he'd rather believe it that than face such a future?

Angel yawned, stretched his arms, and straightened his legs. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It read two o'clock in the afternoon.

The clock on edge island, that is, in the old land is rare compared to big 6. Even Pat Manor was still using hourgla.s.ses, but in big 6, the clock is already well known to the general ma.s.ses.

Pus.h.i.+ng away the round lid on the wooden wallboard, Angel immediately smelled the tide of the sea.

This round wooden cover is the window of the s.h.i.+p. In the middle room of the Bauhinia, there are these breathable windows, but the rooms on the ground floor are no longer treated like this.

The bright sun on the ripples of the sea caused one to squint. The outside air and the cramped air in the room displaced each other, Angel also does not care about a bit of fishy smell, he lazily closed his eyes, feeling the blowing warm sea wind, his mind began to drift away in towards the sky.

Angel recalled his beautiful childhood, the love of his parents, the care of his brother, the teachings of his mentor, and then thought of when he became a green teenager who indulged in the sea of knowledge day and night. Angel's memories always make him smile unconsciously. He left Pat Manor without much, only this memory would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Angel is determined to grow up with Morrow and become a wizard, not only to save his mentor, but also to revitalize his family. In Old Earth, even wizard apprentices were treated as close to the emperor and the n.o.bility.

Morrow once said that the life expectancy of a formal wizard is at least 500 years, and if it is broken through again, a thousand years will not be difficult. Angel did not have an extravagant hope of guarding the family for thousands of years, at least a hundred years, or less than three generations of relatives, to help them can continue to prosper, is enough.

It was calm outside, and Angel had the idea of relaxing and simply took out a tea bag from his luggage.

The tea bag is filled with morning dew after the rain. At first, Angel divided all the morning dew after the rain into two parts, one for Morrow, and the rest for himself.

Although Angel did not like to drink this kind of slightly bitter tea, but he remembered that Morrow said that this kind of tea is a low-level magic plant. He is about to step into the mysterious wizard's world, drinking this from time to time, should be helpful, right?

Angel drank the tea, from the end of his eyes, to the corners of his mouth had slightly up, even if no one was around him, his every move, every detail, even when he picked up the teacup and put it straight back, are very elegant. This aristocratic temperament, as if it had been buried deep into his bones. Coupled with Jon's many years of poetry and books, caused Angel's temperament to be more gentle, this combination of caused his temperament as a whole to produce a fascinating charm.

Well, it would be better if he were older and his face a bit more mature. Angel muttered to himself in the mirror.

Drink up, as always, the morning dew after the rain that Angel drank in addition to being bitter, taste of green leaves. It cannot be said to be bad, but it's not necessarily good.

As for what Morrow said about the effects of the magic plant, it has nothing to do with him.

Mumbling-.

As Angel pondered the three flavors of tea, a bird screamed out from the window, followed by a flutter of wings.

Angel looked up and saw a strange seabird coming out of nowhere on the windowsill.

The seabird estimated to be the size of two palms, gray and brown feathers, red claws, orange beaks, and green eyes. All of these are in line with the basic characteristics of a seabird, but the reason Angel describes it as strange is that the bird is wearing clothing!

He had a tall white hat on his head, a blue and white bib tied to his neck, and a pattern sewn on it. What caught Angel's eye most was that the seabird hung a small blue bag obliquely which made it look like a postman carrier pigeon in a fairy tale.

The seabird cooed, its faint green eyes staring at Angel, as if it were talking to Angel.

Angel smiled, rolled his eyes, and thought that there were no outsiders in the room, and that juvenile mind had once again reached the top, but that shriveled beak similar to that of the seabirds.

Had cawed.

Angel smiled. “Did you say your name was mumbling? That's interesting. Who is your master and how can they dress you up so stylishly? ”

The seabirds squinted and muttered disdainfully.

Angel stretched out his slender finger and gently rubbed the little head of the seabird. “When I said you were stylish, your tail tilted up for me.”

Hearing Angel's words, the seabirds tilted his heads and tried to fly away. But it hesitated for a moment, then stopped by the window again, turned his head and muttered, as if he wanting to ask for something.

Angel did not notice, but continued merrily teasing the bird. In the process of teasing the bird, Angel also observed the seabird's blue satchel, which had printed on it the same pattern as his bib.

This pattern seemed to be the pattern of an emblem, with a large purple roll of fat on around her face, with red lips as bright the sun, a small nose, seductive eye makeup, and a mole on her chin. If not for that fat, she must be a beautiful girl. Unfortunately, one beauty does not cover a hundred uglies, the fat destroys all. On both sides of the pattern is a knife and a fork intersecting.

It looks strange. He doesn't know what it means. Is it a clan emblem? Angell thought, if it were a family emblem, then heart of the family had to be strong enough.

If it wasn't a family emblem, what could it be? Angel did not understand, but he did not need to understand, as soon as the question came out of his mind, he left it behind him.

Although curiosity is the first virtue of learners. But he prefers to use his curiosity in search of truth.

Angel also noticed that the seabird's satchel was bulging, which shows it must contain something. But Angel did not reach to check, and did not ask the owner itself in front of him, which he could not bring himself to do, even if the owner of the bag was a seabird.

The seabirds was still muttering, but all Angel heard was his clucking and quacking, and with a depressed look and it walked anxiously back and forth by the windowsill.

“Little goo, what are you here for? Are you hungry or thirsty? ”

The Seabirds could not wait to roll its eyes to Angel when it heard the name ‘Little Goo', but when it heard the following question, the seabird's eyes brightened and nodded quickly, and it's eyes grew like a grain of cooked rice.

“Ah, it turns out that you are hungry, very clever, and will find search for your own food. “Angel took out his food bag from the drawer, took the pasta out of it, shredded it, and murmured,” I don't know who your master is, or how they trained you to be so obedient, or how you can understand people's words and reply. ”

Angel looked out of the window at to the boundless sea. “There are no islands nearby. Was it raised by a mortal who lives on the top floor of the Bauhinia? “