Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

Although I don’t know whether Heidi felt any excitement, he really enjoyed it in this aspect.

On the way back, maybe because of the whole day's riding, the camel was fine, but Heidi was terrible.

Obviously, her delicate little body was unable to withstand it.

So, Mo Fan took her out and carried her back when he came back.

"Look at yourself, you're so grown up, how can you have such shame?" When Mo Fan came back, he was secretly watched by everyone and his face turned red.

nm, after all, I am also a big city lord, the head of a big family, but this little woman is acting like a spoiled child again.
"You did it yourself." Heidi looked indifferent.

She doesn't have the reserved nature of an oriental girl.

Of course there is nothing to be embarrassed about when you are being pampered.

“good good”

Mo Fan was speechless. After all, he was the one who did it.

After sending Heidi back, Mo Fan naturally would not pamper her anymore. Instead, he directly threw the little Heidi into her room.
Turning around, he came to the residence of his close elder sister, Concubine Bran.

Branquer frowned slightly, looking at Mo Fan who had disappeared for a whole day. A trace of barely perceptible worry flashed across her autumn-water eyes, and then she asked softly, "I haven't seen you and Heidi all day today. Where did you go to play?"

"Yeah, I took her for a day's ride in the desert." Mo Fan said truthfully, his tone relaxed, as if this was just an ordinary trip.

What he said was right. They indeed rode for a whole day. He rode Heidi, and Heidi rode the tall and mighty camel. They shuttled freely in the vast desert. The flying sand was like their flag of freedom.

After hearing this, Concubine Bran pouted her rosy and plump lips slightly. It was rare for the royal sister to show such a lovely side.

She looked like she was acting coquettishly, but also like she was blaming Mo Fan for being so partial to one person and unfair to the other.

Concubine Bran looked like the most precious painting hidden in a secluded place. It was estimated that only Mo Fan would be lucky enough to see it.

"Aren't you busy with work today? If you want, I'll take you there tomorrow." Mo Fan looked at Bran's lovely expression and said with a smile, his eyes flashing with a hint of doting.

But Concubine Bran gave Mo Fan a beautiful smile, which was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning shining on the blooming flowers, warm and touching.

She shook her head gently and said, "Forget it. I have to help with the school and the orphanage..."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, revealing a sense of responsibility.

Bran was a girl who grew up in an academy, and Alpine Academy was like her home.

Now that the Pearl Academy branch and the Alpine Orphanage, with the support of the Alpine Academy, are in a critical period of development, she naturally needs to do more.

In particular, the construction of the orphanage concerns the future of those poor children from various countries. How could she stay out of it?

Mo Fan's ability to adopt these orphans in the name of Alps was the best gift for her.

Mo Fan's image in her heart became more and more lofty. She felt that Mo Fan was very selfless, like a silently dedicated hero.

But for Mo Fan, he is not completely selfless. He has his own calculations in mind. First of all, Alps' magic teaching is also among the best in the world. Its profound background and advanced teaching concepts can bring new vitality here. Although Alps's philosophy is not desirable, extracting its key points and spreading it in China will definitely gain new growth in domestic institutions.
Secondly, no matter which country the orphans are adopted from, they will become mages from China in the future, and they will all receive the cultural baptism of Daxia. This is a kind of cultural inheritance and baptism.

All he did was exchange a title for these practical benefits.

Although this is somewhat calculated, whether it is Bran or Heidi, they are all his.

That's the Chinese people.

Isn't it our duty to contribute a little to our country?

Mo Fan did not talk about this with Branci. Instead, he gave every drop of what he had given to Heidi to Branci.

He is a person who treats everyone equally. There is no doubt about that.
In the past few days, Mo Fan has really experienced what it means to "from now on, the king will not attend the court early in the morning."

Whether it was Mu Ningxue, Mu Nujiao, Blanqie, Heidi or Shaoyu, he would never get tired of the experience.

In fact, he can't do this every day.

This time, I was a little too greedy for the gentle countryside and stayed there for a little longer.

Of course, Mo Fan would not always be like this. Now that the West had almost stabilized, he planned to go to the Parthenon.

It's been a long time since I last visited Xinxia, ​​which is a bit hard to justify.

Well. The main reason is that Xinxia had used up all the Parthenon drugs she had given herself. No matter how powerful Parthenon was, there was no problem with their drugs.

It can be said that this is the best medicine in China. Even some healing mages may not have such a good medicine.
Mo Fan had just arrived at the Parthenon Mountain, and before he could even step towards Xinxia's residence, a rich fragrance slowly penetrated into his nostrils.

It was a scent mixed with the most delicate and fragrant scent of roses, which seemed to have a magical power to captivate people.

Mo Fan realized instantly that this was the unique fragrance of Ashariya that was left by bathing in roses all year round.

The fragrance was like an invisible wave, blowing towards him. Before he could see her graceful figure clearly, Mo Fan was already very sure in his heart who the owner of the fragrance was.

"You are well-informed. You came to pick me up right after I arrived?" Mo Fan raised a faint smile and looked at Ashariya who was sitting in the pavilion of the little-known "special" passage of the Parthenon.

The pavilion was surrounded by lush green plants, and Ashariya looked like she had walked out of a painting.

She has the proud figure of a Western woman, with a graceful body, plump and firm, exquisite curves, and every ups and downs are just right, showing the charm and sexiness of women to the fullest.

But her face has the beauty of an oriental woman. Her delicate facial features seem to be carefully carved. Her eyes are like a bay of clear autumn water, smart and gentle. Under her high nose bridge, her cherry-like mouth is naturally red, and when it is slightly opened, there is a faint smile.

Her long black hair, like a waterfall, shone with a mysterious luster in the sun, and fell casually on her fair and delicate shoulders.

She was wearing a white ancient Greek-style robe. The robe was soft in texture and fluttered gently in the breeze, outlining her graceful figure, like the most beautiful rose blooming in this quiet corner.

"I'm not like some unfaithful people who are always surrounded by so many female confidantes. I really don't know what they see in you, huh." Ashariya raised her delicate chin slightly, and a trace of barely perceptible jealousy flashed across her beautiful eyes, but that expression was a bit arrogant, as if to say that she didn't care at all.

When she spoke, her cherry lips pouted slightly, like a cunning little fox. Although jealousy was about to overflow from her eyes, she still refused to admit it and pretended to be nonchalant, as if she was just talking casually. However, her slightly frowned brows and the deliberately turned away gesture revealed her little woman's thoughts.
(End of this chapter)