Grete's own home was actually near Uncle Cullen's house. He couldn't sleep for a long time after returning home. He tossed and turned on the bed for a while and baked pancakes. Then he simply jumped up, lit the oil lamp, and planned to organize things for learning magic tomorrow.
thing.
This hut is Grete's own home, and it is also the only real estate left to him by his original father. The house is not big, with only one room in total, about 20 square meters. Grete looked around, using the faint light of the oil lamp, and took a look.
I saw the bottom.
Although the area is small, the quality of the house is actually good. The windows are made of wooden shutters, and over time, there are many gaps. A slight cool breeze blew through the gaps in the windows and hit him, making Gretel shiver.
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The room has all the necessary furniture. A double bed, a wardrobe, and a washbasin on a cabinet beside the bed. The square table by the window is probably used for eating, and there are two chairs, one horizontal and one vertical.
.One of them had a broken leg and could only lean against the wall with two bricks underneath to barely maintain balance.
On the other side of the room, there was a wooden frame against the wall, with a set of leather armor hanging on it. It was quite exquisite and inlaid with many copper pieces. There was a big sword standing next to the leather armor. Gretel went over to weigh it and couldn't even take it.
It doesn't move, it should be a weapon used by the original owner's father.
Then I leaned over and looked down. There was a wooden box stuffed under the bed against the wall. It was the box of books left by the original owner's father.
There is definitely no need to take the books to the Mage Tower. Gretel thought for a while, dragged out the book box, and took out a quill with half of the feathers missing, and a small bottle of ink that was about to dry up. He moved a few more books and took out a
A small roll of rough hemp paper. If you spread it out and look at it, you will see that there are only five or six sheets.
Is this the precursor to learning to read, learning to write, and using all the rest?
If you are not allowed to copy and can only take notes, these pens and paper will be enough for the first day... barely enough...
Gretel let out a big sigh. He put the pen and paper into his backpack, pushed the book box back to the bottom of the bed, blew out the oil lamp, and lay down on the bed. Sleepiness enveloped him almost immediately. In the darkness, Gretel
Thinking half asleep:
"Oh... I have become a homeowner..."
In his previous life, he was not married and his salary was low. He saw his salary increase linearly and housing prices increase exponentially, so he decided to buy a house very late. After paying the down payment and paying off the loan for half a year, he had not yet received the key, so he traveled through time.
It couldn't be more tragic.
Fortunately, there is a house when I go through time. No matter how old or small it is, it is still a house. It is still a brick and wood structure, which is much better than the dilapidated wooden house I saw yesterday.
[Your residence has surpassed 85% of the residential houses in the city, please continue to maintain it]
If he had brought a system with him when he traveled through time, he would probably have given such a prompt at this moment, right?
He slept soundly. It was not until the loud crowing of roosters broke through the morning light that Gretel opened his eyes and sat up from the bed suddenly.
Mage Apprentice!
I'm going to learn magic!
Oops, I'm still so sleepy... I had an all-night operation at the Necromancer's yesterday. I rushed back to the city in the morning to go to the Magic Tower to study. Then I went back to the military camp, rescued people, gave lectures, and went to the Temple of the Spring Goddess. It's all so intense.
I worked overtime in my previous life!
Forget it, just wash your face with cold water. Grete jumped out of bed, hummed a song and started washing up. There was no such thing as a bathroom in the cabin, and the washbasin at home was also empty. Grete searched hard.
Then I remembered that the well was half a street away...
He went out to solve some personal problems and came back with a bucket of water. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, cleaned himself up and down, opened the closet and took out the only two shirts he had, and compared them back and forth:
Both shirts are long-sleeved, one is dark and the other is light. The light-colored one is too small, and it is tight on the body, and the elbows cannot be bent. The dark-colored one is a suitable size, but on the elbows and cuffs,
Several patches have been applied...
Gretel had one piece on his left hand and one on his right hand, hesitating. The rest of the wardrobe was a waistcoat. Thinking about it, when he went to the Magic Tower yesterday, Master Herman was wearing a robe, and so was Elliot who was blown out.
Even the servant who answered the door was wearing a shirt and vest...
After all, you are going to study, and it is visible to the naked eye that it is the lowest level of the magic tower, so you should try to dress more solemnly. There are already enough difficulties, there is no need to create additional difficulties.
So...which one should I wear?
He competed with each other, but finally gritted his teeth and put on the old dark clothes. Just as he was about to put on his shoes, there was already someone knocking on the door outside the hut:
"Little Gretel, little Gretel!"
"Here I come, Aunt Eileen!"
Grete jumped up and responded loudly. He didn't bother to put on his shoes and jumped over to open the door barefoot. As soon as the door opened, Aunt Eileen's thin palm slapped on his shoulder:
"Little Gretel, aren't you going to the Magic Tower today? Why are you dressed like this? Come on, put on this dress. This is your brother Raymond's new one. It's not upper body yet. Auntie changed it for you. Breakfast
Have you eaten? Auntie also prepared lunch for you, remember to take it with you!"
"Aunt Eileen!"
Grete blurted out. A warm current surged in his chest. His chest rose and fell twice, and finally he whispered:
"Aunt, this is what Brother Raymond will wear for Midsummer Festival——"
"Don't worry about that kid!"
Aunt Eileen put the clothes into his hands. Without any explanation, she pushed him around in a circle, slapped him hard again, and urged him to change clothes:
"That boy, even if he wears good clothes, he won't be able to find a girlfriend on Midsummer Day. Put it on, little Gretel, you go to learn magic, of course you must wear something good!"
After this slap, Gretel couldn't avoid it, and his shoulder immediately felt numb. Gretel's face was bitter, and he screamed in reflex:
"Ouch——"
This unscientific!
This body is from a first-level warrior after all!
Facts have proved that even if a legendary warrior is slapped by the aunt who watched him grow up, his hit rate is 100%. Gretel was photographed shaking around, so he had to hide in the corner and quickly put on new clothes. Love
Aunt Lin pulled him to look left and right, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
"Oh, little Grete, you still look good in these clothes! Auntie has always seen you as a promising person since you were a child——"
Grete held up her palm with his backhand. The tentacles were rough, and the fingertips were pitted. If you look closely, there were still a few blood stains. It was obvious that he had pricked his fingers more than once after working all night last night. Grete sighed softly and put her rough and warm hands together.
Palm, close your eyes.
"Health depends on life, life depends on it——"
He recited silently. Between his palms, a thin white light gently lit up, smearing all the way up the woman's fingertips, fingertips, palms, and wrists.
Wherever he went, the cracks were healed and the puncture wounds were healed. A warm current dissipated the faint coldness in the bones of the hands that were soaked, beaten, and washed in cold water every day.
"Little Gretel, don't..."
The woman's voice trembled slightly. Gretel opened his eyes, looked down at her hands that had returned to softness and smoothness, and smiled sincerely: