The name "Wedding Month" comes from custom. During this month, a farce seems to be staged in Aogu City every day. Either someone is rejected in a marriage proposal, or they walk into the church hand in hand.
However, Boom seemed very helpless about this. The salutes that often exploded blasted the magic practice into pieces. In desperation, he put away the Wonder House and wandered around the Miracle Plain with Rikka.
Rikka's "Gift of Liberation" swordsmanship has become increasingly proficient in battles with wild beasts, and has become even more perfect in confrontations with mercenary groups.
Looking at the petals cut in half, Boom wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to shut up. Let nature take its course, perhaps that is what Liuhuazui should do, and what she needs most.
"Brother, brother, they are going to trade animal skins with the nomadic tribes this afternoon, are you going?" Rikka took out a dozen antelope skins from the dimensional space and turned to look at Boom.
"I want to read here and read a book. You should go back early." Boom shook his head and showed no intention of getting up.
Rikka didn't know what to say when she saw this. She just saw her carrying the animal skins and quietly crawling out of the small basin. This was what she had discovered a few days ago, and it was suitable for placing the Wonder House.
Looking at Rikka, who was gradually turning into a black spot, Boom wanted to use "Elemental Summoning", but accidentally took out the ancient fire magic scroll.
In this world, no one stipulates that magicians can only practice one system, but no one does that. Because human energy is limited, for thousands of years, no one has ever become a great magician of multiple systems, not even magicians.
There are no mentors.
However, Boom must learn another magic system, or at least know one move. The identity of the space magician must not be exposed, otherwise he and Rikka will die without a burial place.
Fireball, the most basic move of a fire magician, uses one's own magic power to condense into fireballs to perform attacks. Although it is not very powerful, it is better than having to chant a spell.
The ancient scrolls from the Imperial Library that Rikka had obtained by chance were now lying on the ground in a haphazard manner. Boom, who was extremely bored, sometimes flipped through this book and sometimes quietly looked at that one.
But in the end, he still felt that the fire system was the most suitable for him. Because there were the largest number of fire magicians, it also meant that they were the most ordinary. What he needed was just this ordinary magic.
The black wooden staff was raised slightly, and the magic power in the body gathered at the tip. A faint fluorescent light instantly lit up, but in the end it turned into a stuffy fart.
In the optimistic spirit of idleness, Boom began to try his fireball spell again and again. At this time, Rikka's figure was hiding behind the slope not far away.
She had just returned, but she saw Boom practicing and just didn't want to disturb him. As a contracted beast, what she needs to do now is to ensure the safety of her master and kill all beasts that dare to attack in advance.
While eating sugar cake and drinking milk, Rikka looked at the clouds in the sky, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep quietly.
Boom in the small basin was still using the fireball technique. The popping sound made him smile bitterly, and he even couldn't help but curse a few times.
However, after countless nights of hard training, although Boom is still a magic apprentice, his control over magic is not inferior to that of an intermediate magician.
Therefore, with such acquired efforts, the stuffy fart that originally only emitted a little fluorescence gradually turned into streams of hot water vapor.
The whole morning passed quietly, and Rikka poked her little head out of the hillside, showing that Boom was still casting some spell.
"Huh? I'm not a space magician, brother. Why does the black wood staff keep steaming? You can't go crazy." Rikka retracted his head, tilted his head and thought for a while, but chose not to disturb him.
Her approach is very correct, because Boom is carefully compressing the magic power at this time. Since the fire element cannot be condensed, it is better to compress the magic power in the body to the extreme and simulate the fireball technique.
However, he didn't know that this attack method is called "Magic Mimicry Attack", and it is a trick that can only be performed by high-level magicians.
Time passed little by little, and the afternoon sun was no longer hot, but the wind was very light. Boom was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a small ball of red light floating on the top of the black wooden staff.
This state has lasted for two hours. He is confirming whether the "fireball" condensed with magic power is stable. In other words, he is observing the differences between it and the real fireball technique.
Because this move is to hide his identity as a space magician, the attack power is secondary. Whether it can hide from the secret magic union is Boom's biggest concern.
Another three hours passed. Boom finally exhausted all the magic power in his body and lay on the ground like a dead dog.
Only then did he realize that the sky had been filled with stars for some time, and at the end of a meteor, a familiar figure was standing.
"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?" Boom's face was still a little pale, and his voice was extremely tired.
"Aren't we afraid of disturbing my brother's practice? What's going on? What on earth is that magic that makes people fart?" Seeing Boom talking to him, Rikka hurried over.
Although the obsession he expected did not happen, the other party's mental state reached rock bottom. It was like a patient whose end was approaching, lingering and gasping for breath.
"What kind of fart magic! That's a move I figured out with great difficulty." Boom was almost angered when he heard this. The other party's words were really hurtful.
"Moves? Brother, haven't you always been able to summon certain elements? Could it be..." Rikka's eyes lit up, thinking that Boom had successfully advanced.
But Boom shook his head and told her the whole story. From getting those magic scrolls to the warnings in the parchment; from his own thoughts to today's results.
Rikka took out the food and listened quietly. Although she didn't understand the difficulty, she could feel her brother's distress every day.
She doesn't care whether Boom can advance successfully, or even if he has been a magic apprentice all his life.
After drinking and eating, Boom put away the Wonder House and took Rikka towards Ogu City. The black market is their home, at least for now.
"Fireball!" Boom suddenly pulled out the black wood staff, and a red sphere the size of a grapefruit condensed in front of his eyes and shot into the sky.
"Gift of liberation!" Rikka's hands turned into short blades, and then he jumped high and waved countless afterimages.
The fireball finally turned into little bits of light, like meteors falling from the sky one after another, sliding down the sky and dying in the Miracle Plain.
"What a crappy thing. Apart from being a little hot, it's not as good as a steel knife." Rikka puffed out her chest and looked like a peerless master.
"Then you can stay here by yourself, I'll go home first." Boom didn't care about this. He knew Rikka's strength best, and it was an existence that could compete with the peak swordsman.
It was night, Rikka nestled in her bed and fell asleep. But Boom began to use "Elemental Summoning" again, quickly recovering the magic power he had consumed today.