Chapter 625: The Climbing Adventure of Adela El-Melloi II in the Stripped City
The wind in mid-September is very cool, and the hiking trails in the wind are mixed with various smells. The surrounding scenery is also very beautiful. Looking into the distance, you can feel the miraculous workmanship of nature.
This is indeed a very suitable season for mountain climbing and outings, but apparently some people don't think so.
"Wait...wait a moment..."
The man's moans broke the beautiful atmosphere.
It was a man who looked about thirty years old. He was leaning on his knees with his hands and breathing heavily. He had deep nasolabial folds on his face. He looked quite powerful. Although his dressing sense was eccentric, it was not vulgar.
He has an inexplicable temperament, and his long black hair is as smooth as a black waterfall.
Normally, he should be a very gentleman-looking person, but now he was sweating profusely and out of breath, which greatly damaged his image.
"Go slowly... for a moment... a little, a little... just a little slower..."
"Really, teacher, you really don't seem to be in a good condition right now."
The crisp male voice sounded, and the sound alone reminded people of sunshine and vitality, which was indeed the case for him.
He was a beautiful boy with a canine type. He had soft golden curly hair and looked like a candy man under the noon sun. His face was strong and handsome.
You can see the wildness that has been carefully restrained in his sharp eyes, and he has a perfect balance from his slender fingers to his collarbone. And the shape of his five bodies, which can be called a miracle, is just like a Greek stone statue.
He who was walking in front turned his head and couldn't help but stick out his tongue when he saw the teacher's appearance.
"Ah ah ah, I'm really sorry, teacher. After all, the weather is really nice. Not only does my mood become happier in a place like this, but my body also becomes lighter."
"No need to apologize for that, Sven."
The man called the teacher seemed to calm down his breathing, then took out the cigar from his pocket, handled it briefly, and took a deep breath, feeling that vitality was resurrected in his exhausted body.
, even the heavy feeling of fatigue has subsided.
"That's the nature of your magic. Your nature can be suppressed, but it cannot be suppressed excessively."
"It really makes sense. As expected of a teacher, by the way, how about I carry you on my back, teacher?"
"No... I don't want this anymore."
After hearing Sfen's words, the corners of the man's mouth twitched subconsciously, and then he continued,
"Rest for five minutes, no, just rest for three minutes."
He whispered, trying to find a clean place to sit down, when he happened to see a very huge rock, which seemed to be enough for three people to hold hands, and the size was exaggerated like a bed.
The surface of the rock is very clean, with only some dust, and has been baptized by the sun. It feels warm to the touch. Sitting on it can feel the warmth, and the pleasant autumn wind is blowing. It is easy to want to lie here.
Take a good rest up there.
But she hadn't rested long just now. Sifen, who was squinting to feel the breath of nature, suddenly opened his eyes, like a resting beast that entered a state of alert, and looked in the direction not far away from them.
He smelled a strange person approaching, and he was a magician.
No amount of caution is too much when it comes to other strange magicians.
"Ah, ah, ah, it smells very dangerous, but you can rest assured that I am not a dangerous person."
The man appeared in their sight, but unexpectedly, he raised his hands high in the air, showing them a French military salute, while looking helpless."
"That little brother, your murderous intent is too strong. I can feel it even from so far away."
The man looked at Sven and laughed loudly, showing his neat and white teeth.
His thick, thick hands were dirty, and his long, free-growing beard looked as if it hadn't been groomed in months. He was so black from dirt and dust that his skin color was almost indistinguishable.
He was wearing nomadic-style loose clothing, but it couldn't hide his muscular body. It looked like he had been specially trained, and both his limbs and neck were frighteningly thick.
This look simply put the words "I am in danger" clearly plastered on his face. No wonder Sven would be so wary of him. When it comes to danger, the beast's intuition is always the sharpest.
It's just that the man he always called his teacher didn't seem to have any other reaction. He just smoked calmly and then asked.
"Then, you should have received the invitation letter."
"Of course, if you didn't receive the invitation, who would come all the way here."
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself..."
Having said this, the rugged man patted his head gently to express regret.
"My name is Friu. Well, actually it should be Friuga, but if you remove the word [plus], the remaining Friu sounds as refreshing as the current weather."
While he was talking incessantly, he took out a relatively clean envelope from his arms. It could be seen that the material of the envelope was expensive, and it was definitely a high-quality material. The seal on the sealing wax and the watermark on the envelope were still intact.
There is a pattern with the theme of angel feathers.
"That's it, ah, it's really troublesome. It's such a long way. When I saw this stone, I planned to come over and take a rest, but I didn't expect that you guys took the lead."
This man named Friuga seems to be very talkative, and seems to be a bit too talkative.
"I have to say, you are really discerning. You are worthy of being Lord El-Melloi II. And, um...that little brother, what is your name?"
The man with long black hair was not surprised that his name was revealed by others.
"Formal introduction, Mr. Friuga, I am Lord El-Melloi II, and this is my disciple, Sphin."
"Of course I know that you are Lord El-Melloi II. It should be said that there are very few people who don't know it now. I have seen your photo, so I recognized it at a glance."
Friuga whistled loudly,
"But more people are paying attention to the monarch who was kicked from the Ore Division to the Modern Magic Division. After all, the interesting things that happened in the Clock Tower always make many people talk about it."
After hearing his words, although El-Melloi II had no reaction on his face, it was obvious that his mood suddenly became less good.
"However, I heard that Lord El-Melloi II is a very powerful teacher. Actually, I still don't really believe it, but after seeing the little brother named Sven, I knew that the rumors were true.
There is some basis for it, that guy is awesome."
Friuga kept talking, looking in the direction of Sfen, his eyes shining.
In response to his admiration, Sfen opened her mouth, smiled, put away her apparent guard, and nodded, just like an ordinary noble boy.
"This is all the credit of the teacher."
"As expected, this El-Melloi II is very powerful, but brother, don't be too modest. No matter how great the teacher is, students must work hard to achieve success."
"Compared to the teacher, my efforts are nothing."
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Looking at the two people who quickly became familiar with each other, El-Melloi II sighed softly again and looked up at the clear autumn sky.