Main Text Volume Chapter 22 Strange Seabird

In the following days, Morro did not show up again. Irene and Alan began to practice triangle guidance, while Angel was immersed in the ideas of the questions assigned by Jon.

Morro said that knowledge is the most important thing for wizards. Angel didn't know whether Professor Jon's knowledge was useful, but he knew that this knowledge could enlighten his wisdom and make his vision not limited to the immediate.

Useful or useless. Angel didn't care.

Angel wrote furiously, and the complex formulas and numbers became yesterday's drafts. Every day, Angel had new ideas for solving problems, from molecules, atoms to magnetic fields and bands, different angles brought him different surprises.

As time went by, Angel knew that he was getting closer and closer to the correct answer.

That day, Angel put down the feather pen in his hand and rubbed his temple. After nearly half a month of high brain power operation, more and more questions were answered, and the final answer was getting closer and closer, with only the progress of the last 10 questions. But the continuous concentration made his brain a little overwhelmed. Especially this morning, he even had tinnitus and black vision. This means that the body is already sending him an alarm.

Even if Angel couldn't wait for the answer, he still stopped. He is 14 years old this year and is still in adolescence. If he breaks the internal balance of his body due to a momentary radicalism and causes abnormalities in the most important period of his life, he will have nowhere to cry.

I heard from mentor Jon before that he had a serious illness due to his lifestyle during adolescence, and then his height stagnated at 165. Angel didn't know whether what the mentor said was true or he was making excuses, but it's better to believe it than not, right?

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

Clocks are not common in the Edge Island, that is, the Old Earth Continent. Even Pat Manor was still using hourglasses at the time, but in the Fan Continent, clocks have long been known to the general public.

Pushing open the round cover on the wooden wall panel, Angel immediately smelled a damp smell of the ocean.

This round wooden cover is the ship window. The rooms on the middle floor of the Bauhinia also have such breathable windows, but the rooms on the bottom floor do not have such treatment.

The sun is shining, and the ripples on the sea surface make his eyes swell. The air from the outside and the cramped room circulate with each other. Angel does not care about the fishy smell. He closes his eyes lazily, blows the soft and warm sea breeze, and his thoughts begin to drift.

Angel recalls the beauty of his childhood, the love of his parents, the care of his brother, the teachings of his mentor, and then the young boy who is immersed in the ocean of knowledge day and night. Angel's memories always make him smile unconsciously. He left Pat Manor without taking anything away, only this memory can be with him for a lifetime.

Angel decided to follow Moruo to the Fan Continent and become a wizard, not only to save his mentor, but also to revitalize the family. In the Old Land Continent, even wizard apprentices are treated far better than royal relatives and nobles.

Moro once said that the life span of a formal wizard is at least 500 years. If he breaks through again, a thousand years is not difficult. Angel did not have the extravagant hope of protecting his family for a thousand years. At least within a hundred years, it was enough for the family of less than three generations to be prosperous.

It was calm outside, and Angel also wanted to relax, so he took out a bag of tea bags from his luggage.

The tea bag contained morning dew after the rain. At the beginning, Angel divided all the morning dew after the rain in the manor into two parts, one part was given to Moro, and the rest he took with him.

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

When Angel drank tea, his eyes were glazed and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. Even if there was no one around, his every move, every detail, even the straight back when holding the teacup, all looked very elegant. This aristocratic temperament seems to have been deeply buried in his bones. Coupled with Jon's years of poetry and books, Angel's temperament has become more gentle, and the combination of temperament makes him exude charming charm.

Well, if he is a little older and his face is more mature, it will be better. Angel muttered to himself in front of the mirror.

After drinking a cup, as usual, the morning dew after the rain brought Angel a bitter taste and a taste of grass leaves. It is not difficult to drink, but it is not necessarily delicious.

As for the effect of the magic plant mentioned by Moro, it has nothing to do with him.

Jigujigu——

When Angel was absorbed in thinking about the three flavors in the tea, a bird's cry came from outside the window, followed by a flapping sound of wings.

Angel looked up and saw a strange seabird from nowhere landed on the windowsill.

The seabird was estimated to be the size of two palms, with gray and brown feathers, red claws, orange beak, and green eyes. All of the above are in line with the basic characteristics of a seabird, but the reason why Ingres called it weird is that this bird actually has decorations on it!

It has a white tall hat on its head and a blue and white bib tied around its neck, with a reflective pattern on the bib. What caught Ingres' attention the most was that there was a small blue bag hanging diagonally on the seabird, making it look like a pigeon postman in a fairy tale.

The seabird chirped, and its green eyes kept staring at Ingres, as if it was talking to Ingres.

Angel laughed and rolled his eyes. Thinking that there was no one in the room, his youthful nature took over again. He pursed his lips and talked to the seabird in a similar manner.

The seabird chirped.

Angel smiled: "You said your name is Jigu? It's interesting. Who is your owner? Why did he dress you up so stylishly!"

The seabird narrowed his eyes and chirped disdainfully.

Angel stretched out his slender fingers and gently tapped the seabird's head: "I said you are stylish, and your tail is still up."

Hearing Angel's words, the seabird tilted its head and wanted to fly away. But after hesitating for a while, it stopped again, turned around and kept chirping, as if asking for something.

Angel didn't notice it at all, and continued to tease the bird happily. In the process of teasing the bird, Angel also found that the blue small bag of the seabird was printed with the same pattern as its bib.

The pattern seemed to be a badge. In the center was a purple curly-haired lady who was so fat that she had several layers of fat on her face. This lady had flaming red lips, a small nose, seductive eye makeup, and a mole on her chin. If she didn't have that fat, she would definitely be a beautiful girl. Unfortunately, whiteness can hide all ugliness, but obesity ruins everything. On both sides of the pattern were a table knife and a fork intersecting.

It looked quite strange. I wonder what it meant? Could it be a family emblem? Angel smiled. If it was really a family emblem, this family had a big heart.

If it wasn't a family emblem, what would it be? Angel didn't understand, but he didn't seek to understand it. As soon as this question came to his mind, he threw it behind his head.

Although curiosity is the first virtue of a learner. But he prefers to use curiosity in the exploration of truth.

Angel also found that the seabird's small bag was bulging, and there must be something in it. But Angel didn't reach out to take it. He couldn't do such a behavior as taking it without asking in front of the owner, even if the owner of this small bag was a seabird.

The seabird was still chirping, but Angel was talking to it at cross purposes. It seemed very frustrated and walked back and forth anxiously on the windowsill.

"Little Jigu, why did you come to me? Are you hungry or thirsty?"

When the seabird heard the name "Little Jigu", it wanted to roll its eyes at Angel, but when it heard the next question, the seabird's eyes lit up and nodded quickly, its little head pecking at rice.

"So you are hungry, so smart, you can find food by yourself." Angel took out a food bag from the drawer, took out a pancake from it, and while breaking it up, he muttered: "I don't know who your owner is, how did he train you to be so obedient; you can also understand human language and know how to reply."

Angel looked out the window, the endless sea. "There's no island nearby... Could it be that they were raised by the extraordinary person living on the top floor of the Bauhinia?"