Chapter 36: Introduction to Magic of the Listener of Lordes Basilico (1)
Waves of fear and panic surged in Griffith's heart, making him want to escape from here right now. It is said that this is because the Extraordinary's perception and mental power have sensed some kind of danger and are giving hints to his body. Crow
Griffith was eating Griffith's food by himself, not taking the dangerous forest so close at hand seriously.
"Then, I'll take my leave first, Mr. Kroger, we have a bedtime request," Griffith waved to the giant, "I will bring you more wine later."
"That's great!" Kroger hurriedly jumped up from his seat and took out two big pumpkins from the corner, "I'll take these back for you to eat."
"Thank you," Griffith thought for a moment as he looked at the big pumpkin that he could barely hold. "Do you know where there are grapes around here?"
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In the far east, where supplies were scarce, Griffiths lived a hard life for two years. As the front continued to extend eastward, the road became increasingly difficult to walk, and supplies became increasingly scarce day by day.
Although the salary of armored cavalry is higher than that of ordinary legionnaires, it is not much higher. In battlefields where prices are extremely high, it is common for them to be unable to afford various necessities such as toothbrushes and a change of clothes.
It was during this period that Griffith learned a little trick. He had no chance to try it when he was traveling with Miss Elf. When he returned to Beyeland, he was strictly controlled by the Earl's Mansion. Now he has a chance.
Griffith held Kroger's big pumpkin and quietly came to a vineyard. He pulled out a clean dagger and dug a hole in the middle of the pumpkin, took out the soft pouch but left the lid on, and made
It became two pumpkin jars.
The summer sea breeze passed through the low-hanging vines, pushing the attractive aroma of bunches of crystal purple fruits. Griffith selected a few bunches of the plumpest grapes, selected one from each bunch and threw it into his mouth
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The sweet and full taste immediately spreads in the mouth, with just the right amount of sweetness and water, which is really endless aftertaste.
Although he had violated the bedtime rules, Griffith calmly ran to the nearby well with a large pumpkin filled with grapes, washed the grapes with cool well water, and placed them on a ventilated stone slab.
Let dry, squeeze each piece into the pumpkin and stir, finally close the pumpkin lid and put it in a cool and ventilated place.
After leaving it like this for twenty days and then filtering out the grape pomace, you will get a sinfully tempting red liquid wine.
Different from the traditional brewing method, the wine brewed from Kroger's pumpkin will definitely taste more mellow and sweet.
Back in the East, illegal brewing was a serious violation of discipline. But in that remote and dangerous place, the number of violations was so widespread that the military police couldn't control it at all.
The wine brewed by the assault cavalry was put in a big pumpkin and placed grandly on the marching carriage, pretending it was lunch. When supplies were scarce, a glass of sweet wine could relieve tension and help people just retreat from the bloody battle.
The warrior calms his mind and will not be distorted by the madness seen on the battlefield.
If you put this kind of wine in a small leather bag and carry it with you, it can be used as hard currency in exchange for various good things!
Griffith licked his lips. He planned to find an opportunity to brew some wine every few days and hide it. When the wine was ready, he would use it to exchange with Kroger for rare plants and minerals on the edge of the Whispering Forest, or in the
The boys exchange some money and information.
He noticed when he was eating just now that although the dinner at Homemonworth was delicious, the drinks provided to everyone were only light sparkling wine and rum. Those students who were greedy in Bayerland will think about it later.
It is impossible to buy red wine on campus, and it is even more difficult to bring wine purchased from nearby towns into the school through inspection.
Money is very important! Books, experimental materials, necessary clothes, and possible enchanted weapons and equipment all cost money. Well, this is small money. If you can’t afford it, you can save it. But if you have the opportunity, you can make an appointment on your days off.
Galadia had dinner. I heard that there is a good theater in the town outside the school; gifts are exchanged at the Frost Festival in December, and Sonia will probably have one as well. There are many festivals and celebrations after the New Year.
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The monthly salary and allowances of more than 100 yen are simply not enough!
When he thought about his meager salary and school expenses, Griffith got a toothache from nervousness.
Well now, there is one more way to make money!
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After finishing tinkering with the pumpkins and grapes, Griffith quietly slipped into the bedroom, preparing to have a sweet dream of getting rich through hard work.
The school building at Homemonworth is ancient and elegant, with suspended cloisters and steps connecting the hall, tower and attic. Records dating back hundreds of years can be seen on the columns, handrails and door frames. A simple terrace has many stories.
Students must return to their dormitories after ten o'clock at night. Violators will be punished to varying degrees. However, Griffith did not see anything from Kroger's cabin to the vineyard and all the way to the boys' dormitory.
Among the patrolling professors and prefects, there were a few pairs of figures wearing the insignia of senior students who were doing something unknown in a quiet corner.
Griffith quickly passed through several lounges and living rooms, then climbed over the wall and jumped onto a terrace, preparing to return directly to the room from there.
Suddenly, he noticed three figures sitting on the sofa in the corner not far away. One of them was Fisher, who looked arrogant, and the other two were freshmen from other colleges.
"There are many mages here, but you will soon find that the bloodline between wizards cannot be generalized. Some people are born noble. Yes, they are wizards. Only ignorant common people call themselves mages."
Fisher tore open a small bag and took out a piece of frog-shaped chocolate from it. The cocoa fruits and desserts passed down from the elves seemed to have become popular in the human world. His friends nodded frequently and looked at them eagerly.
Stare at the snacks.
Maybe I shouldn't disturb them. Griffith thought about it and prepared to avoid the area.
At this moment, a man walked into the dark corridor. His steps were light, but his posture and demeanor were extraordinary, with impeccable aristocratic elegance.
"Aaron!"
After seeing the figure clearly, the three Fishers blurted out.
Aaron Griffith immediately hid in the darkness.
The boy with blond hair and red eyes always wore a restrained and elegant smile during the dinner. He did not talk to his classmates, but just sipped his wine and listened quietly to everyone's conversation. The talent hat went crazy when he was tested, causing something not worth mentioning.
There was a small commotion, and the professors just smiled and shook their heads.
However, at this moment, his reserved temperament disappeared, and he crossed his arms and looked down at Fisher and his friends, with a breathtaking light in his red eyes.
"Give me your chocolate frog."
The smile on Fisher's face disappeared. It was obvious that he originally wanted to make friends with this well-known figure.
"Oh, oh, oh, really, it's not a good thing to be strong-willed. My family is..."
Fisher's words were blocked in his mouth. One hand grabbed his front teeth and broke them hard!
The front teeth fell out in response, and Master Fisher's mouth suddenly burst into blood.
"Ah!" The two freshmen standing nearby screamed in fear that only little boys can have.
Griffith was shocked. This beautiful boy who looked quiet and elegant actually had another mask in private.
"Don't wait too long," Aaron shouted, "bring it over quickly! Just like a maid serving wine and caviar to a first-class guest!"
His majesty was like that of a king punishing his vassals, and even his scoldings had an inimitable tone that was fascinating.
Fisher covered his mouth, widened his eyes and trembled to express his fear.
"It's you! Aaron Lentilus, you defeated that man! You're the Boy-Who-Lived!" A boy exclaimed belatedly, turning around and about to run away.
As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron grabbed him, broke his nose bones and threw him back.
Fisher d'Aigu had completely forgotten that he had tried to be friends with Aaron before the dinner. He knelt down with his friends, blood, snot and tears streaming down the floor, and placed the chocolate frogs and other snacks respectfully.
At Aaron's feet.
"The Aiju family? They can still be of some use."
Aaron lowered his gaze: "I am a wizard destined to rule the world. You are lucky to meet me here. As long as you obey me, Fisher de Aigu, I promise that you will have powers that you have never dreamed of."
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"Yes, yes! Lord Aaron!"
Fisher covered his bleeding mouth and crouched at Aaron's feet with a trembling voice of fear.
Aaron retracted his captivating gaze and turned his head slightly to scan the dark corner. Griffith had just left from there.
Can it still be like this? Griffith is no stranger to the scene before him, but it all happened in the army where strength is paramount and in the disorderly slums. In that kind of place, the first priority is to clarify the inferiority and strength.
Unexpectedly, Beyeland and Homemon Watts also abide by this set of rules. Even among young nobles from the upper class, they have begun to establish their own order from the first day they met?
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The next morning, Griffith held a thick book in his hand and wandered around the hall downstairs of his dormitory in a complicated mood. When the first ray of sunlight illuminated the colorful glass window, he dressed up.
The elf has come down from upstairs.
"Hey! Did you secretly go get high last night!?" Galadia's thin eyebrows raised, "You have a sweet scent! Why didn't you take me with you? I'll deduct five points from you!"
Why did you deduct five points from me? What are these points used for? Griffith didn't know how to proceed.
This is Griffith's first morning at Homemonworth.
The morning sun broke through the thin mist, casting soft light on the cliffs and corridors on the east side of Homemonworth facing the sea. Most of the students had not left the room yet, only the two who got up early enjoyed the quiet atmosphere in the corridors.
The pleasant sea breeze carries the unique charming smell of the morning, gently blowing through the soft dress of the elf girl.
Two years ago, Griffith left the Junior Officer School and accepted the call to go to the East. Suddenly one day, he escaped from the terrible battlefield on the Eastern Front. Even the corridors and rooms he walked through were filled with comfortable coolness and lightness.
aroma.
After two years of bloody battles, Griffith felt that his posture when he picked up his textbook again was a little weird, as if he was not holding an introduction to magic handout, but holding a shield facing the enemy.
"Hmm~?" Galadia turned her head and looked at Griffith, who was restrained but upright, "You look good in the college uniform~ Although it's a bit uncomfortable, but, um, it's okay
Quite elegant.”
"Really?" Griffith's eyes suddenly lit up. "When I got up in the morning, I felt something was wrong. Then I put the mail armor on under my uniform and I felt much better."
As the trainee knight spoke, he beat his chest and made a dull sound.
"You..." Galadia curled her lips, "Don't you still have a dagger and a dagger?"
"A dagger and two daggers," Griffith pointed to his waist and boots, feeling rather regretful. "It's a pity that if you wear more, you will be seen."
Homemon Watts strictly prohibits Shutorals from bringing weapons to study, and they reiterated it during the dinner yesterday. The wand is the only permitted prop. If you don’t have a wand or don’t know how to use it, pretend you have one on your waist.
Wearing a magic wand.
On the one hand, this is because most weapons will have varying degrees of negative effects on the use of magic, and on the other hand, because this is the best higher magic academy in the kingdom, and it is neither safe nor decent to carry sharp weapons.
"It's so shameless~" Galadia took out her wand made of the core of a wind-blown oak tree and knocked the trainee knight on the head, "You are so stubborn, you will definitely fail in Charms."
"Charms is my audit class. It does not count as a credit and does not affect my graduation." Griffiths was in a very good mood. "I found that only Introduction to Magic and Elementary Studies in Black Magic are compulsory courses this semester, and they are both theoretical courses. As long as they are not used
There is no problem at all in casting the spell.”
"Hmph~" Galadia snorted softly, as if to say, we'll see. The elf's footsteps were light and dexterous. If it hadn't been a new arrival, Griffith doubted that she would have jumped onto the handrail of the corridor and jumped from the 100-meter cliff.
Jumping and jumping all the way up.
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The first class for more than 800 first-year students was Introduction to Magic, which lasted from 8 a.m. to 11:30 p.m., taking up a terrible four class periods. Due to the large number of students, the four colleges had to separate
Teaching.
Whether you are a noble or a commoner, a trainee wizard or a trainee knight, all young people who enter Homemonworth must learn this course step by step.
The classroom is arranged in a long staircase that slopes downward. The entire 150 first-year students of Minerva College sit in front of the podium in darkness. Each row is a long curved table, and there is an aisle between every three seats.
The lively classroom is like a vegetable market in the early morning.
The eight o'clock bell just struck, and a professor wrapped in black robes appeared at the door of the classroom on time, scanning the students with cold eyes. His black hair hung neatly to his shoulders, dignified.
His face was pale and serious, like a vampire who had eaten garlic. If it weren't for the fact that his face was expressionless and he didn't pay attention to maintenance because of his age, he could still be considered handsome.
"I am Lordes Basilico Listener, and in this classroom, I demand absolute order."