Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

Chapter 93: Mainland Magic Association's Headquarters

By evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a dim yellow like an oil painting.

Gut glanced at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, picked up the metal bookmark beside him, clamped it on the back half of the magic book, and closed it.

As agreed, it’s time to wake up the teacher who is taking a nap.

After picking up his coat from the hanger and putting it on, Gut left the room and walked to the teacher's door.

However, this time, Gut did not bother to wake up the teacher.

Instead, he felt in his trouser pocket, took out a key, unlocked the door and walked in.

"Well"

Celie murmured on the bed, and her golden eyes seemed to open for a moment.

However, perhaps because she caught the magical feedback from the disciple and noticed someone coming in, Celie simply turned over and continued to sleep.

Looking at the quilt that was kicked several meters away on the floor, Gut shook his head helplessly.

After sighing at Celie's terrible sleeping posture, he bent down to pick it up, gently patted the dust off it, and replaced it with a clean one to cover Lao Deng.

"Hmm~"

Lao Deng nodded with satisfaction, hugged the soft and fluffy new quilt tightly, and stayed in bed happily.

Seeing the teacher like this, Gut was not in a hurry.

Walk to the window and gently open the curtains, letting the soft afterglow of the sunset in.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down in front of the desk, Gut picked up the paper and pen used by the teacher and started writing and drawing.

After returning to his room in the morning, Gu Te ate a piece of enhanced [Memory Bread].

Now that I don’t have the magic book at hand, although I can’t continue to learn, it’s not bad to familiarize myself with the knowledge gained through this tricky method.

Besides, I came a little early.

Celia's instructions were to wake her up at night, and technically it was still evening, with a hint of dusk still hanging on the horizon.

And so, some time passed.

Wrapped in the soft and fluffy quilt, and accompanied by the sound of her disciples writing like silkworms devouring leaves in spring, Celie fell into another sound sleep.

Until the sun's afterglow was completely swallowed up by the night, the vast stars gradually appeared in the sky.

Without waiting for the disciples to come and wake her up, Celie, who had slept well, woke up on her own.

"call--"

After a long yawn, the elf moved his ears which had been pressed by the pillow for a long time.

He got up, put on slippers, and walked towards the desk to look at his disciple.

Glancing at the pen and paper in her disciple's hand, Celie nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right. This is the right attitude to study with. It's worthy of your talent."

Pulling out the latest half-written draft paper from Gut's hand and glancing at the magic formulas written on it, even Celie couldn't help but be amazed and shocked by Gut's learning progress.

At this rate, an ordinary magician would need ten years to learn [Counter-Magic - Introduction]. For his disciples, let alone the agreed three years, it would probably take less than three months to complete the study.

This talent was so powerful that even Celie found it hard to understand.

It's impossible that there really is a magician who can have sudden enlightenment every day.

Even though many speculations emerged in my mind, this was not the time to think about them.

Celia touched her hungry stomach and drove her disciples out of the room first.

Then he took off his pajamas, changed into loose casual clothes, washed up briefly, and walked out of the room.

At night, on the streets of the holy city of Xutraru.

As a large city adjacent to the Royal Capital, the Holy City's nightlife is as lively as other metropolises. Because it is a religious holy place, it does not impose any specific rules or regulations on the city's residents.

At least until now, Gut has never seen any "Goddess believers" use the precepts of their own religion to demand others to do the same.

On the contrary, monks and believers who have broken their vows see it more often.

After all, in the early days of Gut's journey, he often lived in deserted monasteries in the city or outside the city.

Under such unique living conditions, it is inevitable to encounter some wonderful scenes.

Among them are monks who have broken their vows and come here with their partners to satisfy their sexual needs;

There was also a respected old priest in the town who sneaked into the abandoned monastery under the cover of night, but he did not do anything illegal, just to light a few cigarettes and drink a bottle of liquor.

Gut hid aside and saw with his own eyes that the old priest took a big puff on the cigarette, finishing half of it in an instant, and then swallowed it along with a big gulp of liquor.

With a look of ecstasy and trepidation on his face, after breaking the vow, he admitted his mistake to the "Lady Goddess" hanging around his neck, and then fell into a deep sleep, hunched over on a bench in the abandoned monastery.

There are a few similar examples, but none of them are particularly bad in nature.

At least, his moral sense is much stronger than that of the priests in his previous life who loved little boys and used the [Promotion Device] on them.

Celia skillfully crossed several blocks and led her disciples into a bustling avenue.

This area is a night market that is quite popular among the people of the Holy City.

If you want to know where to eat the most innovative and representative specialties of the Holy City, this is the place.

After all, she had slept for a whole day, and the hungry Celie picked out some novel flavors to try at the night market.

For an elf like her who has lived for countless years, compared to the traditional, conservative and strictly regulated palace cuisine, the folk flavors that vary with region and time are more to her liking.

After the master and disciple had a hearty meal at the night market, Gut wiped his mouth and asked Celie who was walking in another direction.

"Teacher, this is not the direction of the hotel. Do you have any other plans tonight?"

"Well, what if?"

Celie affirmed, "I wouldn't remind you to wake me up on time just before falling asleep just to satisfy my appetite."

"Uh" Gut thought about it and did not choose to refute the teacher.

In this way, the master and the disciple strolled leisurely on the streets of the [Holy City] until they entered the city center and got closer and closer to the dome-shaped [Church].

Finally, Celie stopped in front of a huge new building.

Although due to an unwritten rule, the height of this building did not exceed that of the [Church] out of respect, it was obviously shorter.

But in terms of its grandeur, it is not inferior to the [Holy Temple] at all, and even slightly surpasses it.

No matter what, being able to acquire such a large piece of land in the city center of the [Holy City], where every inch of land is valuable and of far-reaching significance, is enough to explain something.

"Gut, what do you think of this building?"

"Let me give you my opinion?" Gut replied after a moment's hesitation.

"It's extremely majestic. Its architectural specifications and design are probably the upper limit of what the Holy City can accept."

"Not bad." Celie raised a slight smile at the corner of her mouth and said as she looked at the building in front of her.

"This is the headquarters of the [Continental Magic Association]."

at the same time.

There is no fighting on the imperial borders of the [Northern Kingdoms].

Chapter 94 [Bonus] All Quiet in the North (Part ) [Three-in-One Chapter]

[Xinshiji - 21 BC]

[Northern Kingdoms and Imperial Territory]

There was no fighting on the northern border of the empire, [Castai].

"This is such a fucking cold day."

"It's only been a few months and the temperature has dropped so much. How are we going to survive when winter really comes?"

Unlike the south of the border, where there is still a hint of summer heat in the climate, in the endless snowfield of [Castes], the only weather is the bitter cold of winter.

"call--"

The guard standing guard at the outpost cursed the weather and blew a breath of hot air into his palm.

He rubbed his hands together quickly in the heat until they were warm enough, then stopped and covered his face with it, which was hurt by the cold wind.

Only when his stiff facial muscles gradually relaxed did the guard put down his hands, perk himself up, and continue to be alert to the surrounding environment.

"Hey, what is that?"

On the snowy field behind the troops, a black dot suddenly appeared and moved rapidly towards their own camp.

The guard was startled and was about to reach out to ring the alarm bell of the sentry post.

Fortunately, as the black spot got closer, the guards vaguely recognized the outline of the black spot. It did not look like the [Demon General] they had been fighting for a long time, but more like a human on horseback.

As if he remembered something, the guard stopped sounding the alarm, held up the whistle on his chest, and blew it quickly to his colleague who was in charge of the camp gate below.

Below the outpost.

After hearing the rapid whistles, the soldiers stationed here all looked at a figure at the same time.

"Just watch what I do. Stay alert and wait for the second confirmation whistle."

The captain of the guards, who had a small braid, calmly gave orders to his subordinates around him.

But having said that, the captain of the guards' frown was slightly relieved by the whistle.

"call out--!"

Soon, a second sharp whistle sounded, confirming the judgment of the first one.

In an instant, the soldiers stationed at the camp gate cheered one by one.

"I knew that Brother Saidat would be able to come back on time."

"That's not necessarily the case. No matter what happens, Sayyidat will never abandon us comrades."

"I just don't know if Sayidat has arrived in Oissast and if he has learned anything from that Lady Celia."