Throne of Magical Arcana

"Hmm!" The little girl named Hathaway wriggled her body and wanted to get up a little bit, but her hands still held the giant sword without loosening. It seemed that this was the most important thing for her today, so it was elbow alone She couldn't stand up at all, and finally got up a little, and fell again.

Time and time again, Hathaway still did n’t get up. Her knight teacher just looked at her without saying a word, as if telling her that others ca n’t rely on it, only herself is the only way to rely on the knight ’s path. Yes, Hathaway's indifferent but beautiful silver-gray eyes seemed to be stained with a faint mist, but she clenched her red lips tightly, frowning her delicate brows without making any slight pain or sadness.

Such scenes made Old Green feel a little unbearable, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sharp ..."

He just shouted a name, and Douglas, who had been quietly watching, suddenly spoke gently and kindly: "Something, put it down temporarily, in order to better pick it up, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Hathaway looked up, her foggy silver eyes blinking at Douglas without blinking, as though trying to think hard about what he meant.

Fernando snorted with a sneer: "Hardly holding that giant sword, of course I can't stand up, I haven't seen your stupid kid!"

"This, yes, task!" Hathaway popped out word by word, not knowing whether she was gnashing her teeth or not knowing how to arrange the word order reasonably, so she could only decompose it according to her thinking habits.

Fernando said angrily: "You throw the giant sword to the ground first, and then pick it up after standing up, or you can never use your limbs to coordinate, you never want to stand up again!"

He saw where Hathaway's real problem was, but said it mercilessly, at the same time, he silently added a sentence, and your language skills!

Hathaway's face was dull, and her face rose again, except for her indifference and stubbornness, she didn't see any expression, and she didn't listen to the suggestion implicit in Fernando's sarcasm. She fell over and over again, and finally, after not knowing how many times she failed, she sat on her knees, and then erected a giant sword, using it as a support, and slowly stood up.

Seeing this scene, there was a hint of excitement in Old Green's face: "In addition to the color of her eyes, she still has the perseverance flowing in his blood!"

"Yes, otherwise I won't take this task, even if the big man personally arranged it." The knight teacher named Sharp smiled, a little relieved, and a little emotional, the beautiful blue eyes seemed like a sea without wind, Quiet as sapphire.

Hathaway's little face was stained with a few stains, and the neat bangs became messy. She held up the giant sword and looked sideways at Fernando. She didn't say anything or sneered, but that was The indifferent look made Fernando's face black and muttered: "This kind of trivial matter relies on constant trial and chance of success. If you change something else, such a stupid approach will only make you die a few times before, and never again. There is no possibility to make a comeback. "

Hathaway's expression remained the same, her eyes turned to Douglas, her legs bent slightly: "Thank you."

Her voice was soft and cold.

"Perseverance and perseverance are good qualities." Douglas praised the sentence first, and then continued, "But also to understand your own mistakes, perseverance, does not mean that you must persist in mistakes, but should be strictly based on objective facts to think and solving issues."

Hathaway nodded inexplicably, holding the giant sword, and stumbled to the knight teacher Sharp.

Sharp smiled and said to Old Green: "You actually have a guest who speaks so philosophically. I have only heard similar words in cardinal-level theologians, but his meaning is just the opposite. It is to uphold the truth, and truth is the truth of the Lord. "

In the past, due to the long life of many intelligent creatures, they were free to think about some metaphysical problems. So, with the term philosophy, many ordinary scholars have joined this ranks, not because of the short life and strength of life. The weak have given up thinking, so they are also called philosophers or thinkers. However, with the deepening of the dawn war and the dominance of the Church of Truth, all philosophers who do not meet their tastes are gradually dying out.

"In fact, as long as you are alive, everyone will think, of course, except for lower creatures." Fernando interjected again with a stinky mouth.

Sharp glanced at him sideways, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, the atmosphere in the lobby of the small hotel suddenly solidified, and the sound of the sea water was looming, and Hathaway's face suddenly softened, showing a little Expecting expression.

"Cough." Old Green coughed and interrupted this condensate. "Sharp, don't worry about children. He has always been like this, not against you."

Although Fernando could not reveal his aura of high-level magician, he still stared back at Sharp without any kind of retreat.

"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha." Sharp suddenly laughed, "Interesting, very similar to when I was young, look down on others, like to sarcast others, character stinky and hard."

Fernando grunted, turned his head away and ignored him, and didn't think he had something like Sharp.

Sharp sat on the high chair in front of the wooden bar counter, and Old Green gave him a dark yellow spirit very tacitly.

"Hoo! Only you keep this recipe! I haven't tasted such a strong drink for a long time!" Sharp took a sip and then laughed, "Since I have been beaten to death by him several times, my mouth It won't smell anymore. "

He just seemed to have learned Fernando's ideas.

Fernan snorted again, but he didn't yell again, because he always understood in his heart that if he wasn't absolutely sure, he wouldn't expose his magical power, and he would die not only himself but also his companions!

After a drink, Sharp turned to the little girl Hathaway and said, "You find a place to sit and wait for a honey grilled fish. Well, the giant sword can be put down."

Hathaway nodded, pulling her face across the table, and then moved lightly like a deer to open the chair and sit down, pulling out a dark blue cover book from the storage bag.

Opening the book, she looked carefully. The indifference on her face gradually faded, her expression softened a lot, and occasionally she slightly raised the corner of her mouth or frowned slightly.

This made her a whole person alive and vivid, no longer as unique as before, but as a quieter child of this age.

"Antiphle's insights?" Fernando's eyes were so good that he couldn't help but read the title of the book Hathaway read. "It would be more and more stupid to read such books at such a young age."

Hathaway looked up at him, then said nothing, and buried her head again.

Upon seeing this, Douglas laughed, and didn't seem to understand Fernando's behavior.

Roland smiled and sat down next to Douglas, lowering his voice and said: "Doesn't this feel like Fernando? In fact, he has always been like this, his mouth is stinky, he likes to satire others, he is serious and irritable when discussing serious issues, but usually More serious, like to tease children, and like to make more trivial jokes with others, you will understand after you are familiar with him. "

He completely ignored Fernando's glare.

"This shows that his mentality is young." Douglas chuckled, "but for children, we still have to encourage it."

Roland continued to lower his voice: "Fernando once had a sister who died 'accidentally' before he was twelve years old, so he prefers children, but he doesn't want to admit it, preferring to tease ..."

Slap, Fernando patted the table and interrupted Roland's "sell".

"Oh." Sharp, who keeps drinking, seems to have a very good hearing. He smiles at the right time to show that he has all heard.

Hathaway's turning of pages turned a lot slower, as if she heard Roland's words, and her tight face loosened a lot.

Roland smiled triumphantly, all he wanted was this effect, lest the two sides fight to reveal the identity of the magician.

Fernando looked at Roland without blinking his eyes, as if thinking about how to clean him up at night.

After watching the Antifler Stories for a while, Hathaway put it away and took out a thick black-covered book, several stacks of scratch paper, a quill pen, and a beautiful bottle of ink .

Turning over the book, Hathaway focused on writing and drawing, and the whole person exuded a kind of "brilliance" that made people unable to remove their eyes. That was the brilliance of self-confidence, which she lacked most before!

"Mathematical basis ..." Fernando looked at the content above.

He is not surprised. Mathematics is the only magic-related knowledge that the church allows to learn publicly, because some nobles have to keep themselves from being blinded by their stewards on their accounts, and have to deal with various logistical issues. Of course, most nobles still do n’t understand Calculation is proud.

Douglas could also see through the darkness and smiled: "In fact, there is an easier way."

He was pleased to see it, and he didn't control himself for a while.

"Really?" Hathaway wasn't very polite and asked directly, she didn't seem to believe it.

Now that the words had been exported, Douglas did not refuse to say anything. He walked to her and sat down, picked up the quill pen, and gave her another method. The idea was strange, simple and quick.

Hathaway stared blankly at the draft paper in front of her. Less than ten seconds later, her indifferent silver gray eyes revealed a vivid expression, and nodded definitely: "Really."

As she said, she repeated this method, then stopped and thought for a while, then quickly turned the book to one of the pages and pushed it to Douglas, her expression was indifferent, but her eyes were implicitly looking forward to it:

"what about this?"

Douglas looked at it, and hadn't spoken yet. I don't know when Fernando sneered. "I won't do such a simple subject ..."

He crackled and explained the solution.

Hathaway's eyebrows were frowning, but after calculating it, her eyebrows gradually spread, and then she quickly turned the book to another page without saying a word, just looking at Douglas and Fernando.