In this way, Allen took his luggage and Howard's sandwich and boarded this quaint train with the deafening sound of the train whistle.
Under the guidance of the conductor, the two quickly found their compartments and placed their luggage.
Allen must admit that Howard is indeed a good cook.
Although this is just a simple sandwich, both the baking time and the addition of ingredients are just right.
The bright red tomatoes, green vegetable leaves, fragrant bacon, unique sauce, and fresh and soft texture make Alan want to stop.
"Howard, if you open a shop, I believe all the other sandwich shops on the street will close down," Allen praised. "It's a pity that you want to learn magic. Otherwise, I would like to hire you as my personal assistant."
It’s time to cook.”
"Thank you." Howard smiled sheepishly.
In fact, the reason why he practiced cooking is very simple, he just wanted to save money. A sandwich cost eight pence in the store; if he made it himself, the cost would only be two pence.
The money he saved and saved for a few months would be enough for him to buy a second-hand textbook.
Over time, Howard gradually developed the cooking skills of using the cheapest ingredients to make the most delicious meals.
Of course, if it were sea cucumber, shark fin and other ingredients, he would have no idea where to start.
Time flies by and it’s noon in a blink of an eye.
At this time, the flight attendant pushed the trolley and delivered lunch to them.
Vegetable salad as appetizer, beef stew and macaroni as main course, brown sugar pudding and fruit tart as dessert, paired with itli mushroom soup and Ceylon black tea, both of them were satisfied.
Howard rarely had the opportunity to eat such a sumptuous meal, so he devoured it with gusto.
But for Alan, he had experienced this kind of stylized lunch many times at the York family's castle in Kent, and he felt that the sandwich made by Howard was more fresh.
After lunch, it was still a long time before the train arrived at the destination.
So, Allen took out "Spell Modeling" from his luggage, and Howard took out "Magic Beginner's Guide" from his luggage, and started reading attentively.
I don't know how much time passed, but it seemed that he could no longer suppress his curiosity. Howard raised his head, pushed up his monocle, pointed at the "Introduction to Magic" and asked Allen:
"Alan, I really want to ask you again. The person who took a lot of notes on the book "Magic Beginner's Guide" before... was it you?"
After hearing this, Allen was silent for a moment, thinking of the complaint he once wrote in the "Introduction to Magic", claiming that "there must be something wrong with this book", he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and then nodded candidly.
"When did you find out?" he asked.
"When you took the first place in my final exam, I was a little suspicious of you," Howard said with a smile, "However, it wasn't until you stole the show in the talent assessment that I dared to fully confirm that that person was really
You. After all, you are the only person whose magical talent is so strong that even Lord Merlins feels inferior to him."
"Then I have to say sorry to you," Allen said. "Those are all notes I wrote randomly. They must have caused you too much trouble."
"No, Alan, you don't have to apologize. In fact, I have to thank you for leaving those notes," Howard replied. "Without them, I might still be complacent and arrogant, not knowing that there are people outside the mountains."
In the mountains, there are people outside."
Allen said nothing.
Howard then asked: "Alan, did you receive the talent evaluation results from the Mage Tower last night?"
"Got it." Allen nodded.
"I received it too," Howard said, with a pleasant smile on his brows, and then took out a letter that had already been opened from his pocket, "Thank you to the Mage Tower, thank you to Mr. Merlins, and thank you to Ms. Rice!
I really didn’t expect that they actually gave me an ‘excellent’ rating, which is so lucky!”
"Congratulations!" Allen sincerely congratulated you, "I think you will soon become a key cultivation target of the Mage Tower."
"What about you?" Howard asked curiously, "Let me guess...well, after Mr. Merlins, there is another 'genius' student in the Mage Tower?"
"No." Allen shook his head.
"Did they only give you an 'excellent' rating? That shouldn't be the case!" Howard frowned.
"No."
Later, under Howard's puzzled gaze, Allen also took out a letter from his pocket, pointed to the prominent word "legend" on the letter and said helplessly:
"The Mage Tower has never had such a level called 'Legend' before. If it weren't for the fact that our letters had the same format and were stamped with the Mage Tower's postmark, I would have suspected that I had received a fraudulent letter."
"Fraud letter?" Howard was a little puzzled by his brain circuit. "Can an acceptance letter be used to defraud?"
"Of course," Alan replied, "Look, what's written at the end of the letter is: 'Every new student arriving at the Mage Tower must pay five pounds in advance to purchase accidental death insurance for magic research and accidental death insurance for magic experiments.
Disability insurance, personal magic property insurance and a series of necessary insurances'. This is simply a common trick used by scammers to defraud money!"
But that's not where Howard's focus lies.
He looked at the series of insurance names, such as "accidental death", "accidental disability", "accidental loss of property"... He felt creepy, and suddenly he was full of fear for his future life in the Mage Tower.
"Alan?"
"Um?"
"You said...did anyone really die accidentally or become disabled accidentally while doing magic experiments in the Mage Tower?" Howard asked.
"Of course," Alan replied, "Howard, have you ever heard that Mr. James Stein, the first student accepted by Mr. Merlins and a master of space magic, once became lame in his leg during a magic experiment?
It is said that he got up late that day. In order to catch up with the meeting, he had to use an immature spell to try to teleport himself to the conference room. However, something went wrong with the magic and he teleported himself ten meters high.
He was so high up in the air that he fell down and lost a leg."
"Then he's really miserable." Howard sympathized.
"But," at this point, Allen changed the subject, "because of this, he became the fastest person among the legends of all dimensions."
"How is that possible? Isn't he lame?"
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