"Good morning."

    "Ah, good morning to you, too."

    Wearing a life school robe, atta walked in the dormitory area, slightly nervous in response to the apprentice who greeted him. In terms of appearance, female swordsmen are only about 20 years old. The goblins in the story are often described as the images of girls. Their appearance will not grow or age with age.

    The official mages of Wanfa are generally around the age of 25, so no one will not believe that she is an apprentice. At most, I wonder why I didn''t notice such a beautiful person in the school before. I just don''t know if those shy apprentices who greet atta can keep calm if they know that the man in front of them has done the executioner''s business not long ago.

    Looking at the mages and apprentices around her, atta couldn''t help feeling in a trance. She couldn''t imagine that there was actually a bloody battlefield between the sunny buildings.

    Mages, goblins and other creatures have already staged many battles here, but it is as far away as a Arabian Night for these apprentices. The world in their eyes does not have these dangers. Perhaps their biggest worry is that they failed to finish yesterday''s homework or couldn''t think of a good choice for lunch.

    This is enviable, because it shows that the mage still has absolute control over this land. No matter the goblin or anything else, it is not enough to shake the order of all dharmas.

    Of course, it may be just an illusion. Maybe the mage of Wanfa doesn''t care about the life and death of these apprentices, and keeps them on their daily routine when fighting dangerous enemies.

    Is that possible? If it is elsewhere, this reason may be tenable, but here is Wanfa. It is a kind of self deception to imagine that the mages who manage here are so indecisive and superficial.

    As he walked more and more slowly down the path, he hugged the tower. She began to wonder whether what she was doing was true, why there could be so different worlds in the same place, and where was the problem?

    Who is wrong? No, in the final analysis, what happened is wrong. What makes everything what it is now. It''s strange. It''s really strange.

    "Oh, look at me. I''m always trying to be cheap."

    A voice suddenly sounded from atta''s ear. It was the voice of an old woman. It was indeed an old woman who appeared in her afterglow. The woman carried a large bag in her hand. The bag was made of plant roots such as reeds. There were only very shallow dyeing marks on it. It was simple but elegant. The same is true of her clothes. There is no irritating color, but it complements her gray hair.

    "Child, are you going to class?" The woman looked at Atta and asked. The swordswoman''s eyes were opposite her. At this time, it was impossible to pretend not to hear.

    "Well, no, I don''t have any classes right now. I''m a little, uncomfortable."

    Atta can''t lie, but the premise of lying is that you know what you''re lying about. A strict system like Wanfa can''t be guessed by ordinary logic. Therefore, when someone starts asking what an apprentice of the school of life should know, the female swordsman will also feel flustered. So it''s better not to go to class and be asked what class to go to.

    "Well, that''s great. Come on, take the bag for me and put your cat down first. It will walk by itself, won''t it?"

    There was no politeness in the old woman''s actions and tone, as if she and atta had known each other for a long time. Perhaps infected by this attitude, the female swordsman really put down Kalas and helped take the bag. The bag was not heavy for her.

    "Ha ha, it''s good. It''s stronger than my old woman. I said those old men should let their apprentices practice their physical strength. They can''t even hold a few books. How can they be a good mage? Do you think so, child?"

    This sentence was strange, as if the old woman had virtually separated atta from the group of apprentices and recognized her identity.

    But before the female swordsman could react, the other party had walked to the bench in front and sat down. Atta could only follow her to the side of the woman. She didn''t know what she was going to do.

    "Why are you standing? Sit down and come here. But don''t be too close to me. There should be some distance in the middle. Don''t get me wrong. I don''t hate you or think you smell. I just have to have a place to put napkins, right?"

    Atta blinked and did it on the other side of the bench. Now she couldn''t understand what the other party wanted to do. Not only did she not understand, but carras remained in disguise and did not respond further.

    "Come on, take out the napkin in the bag and spread it on the chair. You see, people tend to overestimate themselves when they get old. Isn''t that why I bought more bread? Fortunately, I met you and you just came to help me eat some."

    There is really a lot of bread in the basket. There is not only bread, but also a knife, a piece of cheese, two wooden cups and a wooden kettle.

    The old woman skillfully placed the food on the bench, then unscrewed the kettle and poured out a black liquid with a strong smell. It looked like the product of grinding some spices into powder, boiling them with water and filtering out the residue.

    "Try it. They have improved it recently. They say it has changed the types of beans and baking methods. It smells better than before."

    Looking at the wooden cup in front of him, atta hesitated, lifted it up and took a sip of the liquid. In terms of the goblin''s constitution, even if the things in this cup are poisonous, the dose of one mouthful will not have much reaction.

    However, as soon as the liquid enters the mouth, it blooms a strong aroma and heat. The smell rises into the nose along the channel in the mouth, and then into the brain from the nose. It feels like being awakened.

    "I seem to have drunk it."

    "This drink was brought to the stream with the caravan. Wanfa noticed that it can make people concentrate, so he began relevant research and raw material planting very early. Up to now, it has become a necessity for almost every mage."

    Atta blinked because the woman''s words almost pointed out her identity. It was because she was not a real apprentice that she didn''t recognize the drink.

    "Don''t be nervous, little girl. I don''t mean anything else, old woman. I just bought more bread and wanted to find someone to share some and have a chat. I won''t hurt you and your cat."

    Atta frowned slightly and looked at each other again, but he still couldn''t see the clue from him. If he had to say something, maybe only the back of the old woman''s brain was slightly longer.

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