"What's the matter?" Allen smiled, "I hope I can help."
"Mr. Allen," Catherine paused for a moment and blinked, "this matter... well, this matter, I'm actually quite embarrassed to bother you."
"Say it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I thought...if you knew magic, could you go and treat Meow Meow's wounds? He's been in a lot of pain lately, and he's been barking non-stop every night."
It turned out that I was going to heal a cat!
Allen smiled, thinking of the girl holding a stack of books swaying just now, and replied: "Of course. Take me there!"
Catherine suddenly beamed.
Allen followed the girl and walked towards the fields.
The golden sunlight at noon shone evenly on the wheat field, illuminating Catherine's whole body with no shadow.
Allen envied her simple, carefree life.
When the two of them stepped onto the ridge of the wheat field, Catherine couldn't help but turn around and said to Allen: "Mr. Allen, walking in the middle of the field, we have to be careful not to slip and step on the surrounding areas."
of wheat..."
Allen nodded, thinking that this should be Catherine's own wheat field, so she should naturally care about it.
But what Catherine said next made Alan feel quite interesting: "...They will hurt."
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A few minutes later, they arrived at the edge of the bushes beside the field.
Catherine knelt down and imitated "meow" several times to call out the injured tabby cat.
It seems that because of Catherine's always friendly attitude, the cat is not afraid of people.
Allen observed it for a moment and then began to recite the healing spell silently.
He had indeed learned some magic spells to heal wounds from books before, but the effect was much worse than the Holy Light spell of the Church of Light. If Howard was here, the healing efficiency should be faster.
As the wound on the piebald cat's leg gradually healed, the trace of worry on Catherine's face gradually disappeared, turning back into a bright, flowery smile.
Allen looked at her smiling face, but unknowingly sighed softly.
In this world, only he knows that the power of the goddess of light has enveloped this plane.
When the plane crystal wall is completely eaten away by light, the world will be completely destroyed by the sea of fire. Everything beautiful, such as the golden wheat fields, such as the girl's smiling face... will all be destroyed.
At this moment, Catherine's clear voice sounded again:
"Mr. Allen, can I learn magic from you?"
In the past few days, when Allen was doing magic experiments in the courtyard behind the wooden house, Catherine often ran over, hugged her knees and sat by the fence, staring intently at the magical light flying between his hands.
These lights are beautiful, gorgeous, powerful and dangerous, just like this mysterious and handsome Mr. Allen, they are full of mysteries.
"Why?" Allen turned his head and asked.
"My parents have a hard time farming, and I want to help them," Catherine said sincerely. "If I could do magic, they wouldn't have to work early and late to sow seeds, turn the soil, water, and fertilize.
"My uncle is also very hard-working. He has to carry bricks and repair houses for others every day. Last year, he almost broke his leg accidentally. If I knew magic, he wouldn't have to do such heavy work with injuries."
Allen took a serious look at her, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a complicated smile.
Catherine's way of thinking is as simple as who she is.
How great would it be if all this could be solved simply with magic?
"Magic is much more difficult and dangerous than you think," Allen said slowly. "Where I came from, many magicians were seriously injured in magic accidents, and even died due to magic backlash. Are you sure you
Want to learn magic?"
Catherine nodded firmly: "I'm sure."
She thought about how the neighbor's little Jack fell into the well and died three months ago, Aunt Mary who lived in the east of the town got sick and died three years ago, and Grandpa Sandro was even killed by a vase five years ago. Since
Everyone will die, so dying from magical backlash is not a shame.
"Furthermore, if you want to be a magician, you must have mental strength far beyond ordinary people, and you must also be able to do arithmetic. Can you do it?"
Catherine didn't know what "mental power" was. But after hearing the word "arithmetic," her face turned pale. After a long while, she bit her lip and nodded.
"Well," seeing her reaction, Allen laughed out loud, "come see me every afternoon after school!"
He had a good impression of Catherine, and hoped that she would be able to protect herself as much as possible before the coming catastrophe.
Of course, he was only responsible for bringing her in, and he had to rely more on her own efforts. After all, he had more important things to do.
If she didn't have the talent, or wasn't willing to put in the effort, there was nothing he could do.
Hearing his words, Catherine stood up from the ground and shouted happily to Allen: "Thank you! Mr. Allen... No, thank you, teacher!"
"You're welcome." Allen smiled lightly.
Looking at Catherine dancing happily in front of him, Allen couldn't help but think of the scene a few months ago, when he first called Merlins and Walder "teacher" in the auditorium of Cambridge University.
Although not much time had actually passed, for some reason, Allen felt like he was in another world.
Now Allen himself is just a first-level magician, not yet an adult, but he actually has his own students. If the two teachers Merlins and Walder knew that they had disciples, what would be the expressions on their faces?
However, Allen then thought about it and thought that not long after, the power of the goddess of light would swallow up the crystal wall of the plane, and he would probably be wiped out and disappear.
Then I felt that maybe it would be a good choice to accept a student now, leave a successor, and leave a memory.
"In a few days, when I have perfected the teleportation magic, I will go to the northwest to meet up with Isabella. Maybe after that, I will never see Catherine again."
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As for Catherine, she ran home in frustration while muttering the word "teacher" silently in her mind.
According to her original plan, she had planned to send an invitation to Allen, asking him to go for a walk in the evening, or asking him to have afternoon tea, or inviting him to dance at the harvest celebration...
If she remembered correctly, princesses and princes in fairy tales often became familiar with each other step by step.
But for some reason, when she came in front of Allen and saw his handsome face, she forgot all the lines she had planned.
Suddenly, the expected "prince" became the "teacher".
Just like that, while she was humming a pleasant tune, she felt the urge to slap herself to death.
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