Waves of fear and panic surged in Griffith's heart, making him want to escape from here right now. It is said that this is because the Extraordinary's perception and mental power have sensed some kind of danger and are giving hints to his body. Kroger was minding his own business eating Griffith's food, not taking the dangerous forest so close at hand seriously.
"Then, I'll take my leave first, Mr. Kroger, we have bedtime requirements," Griffith waved to the giant, "I'll bring you more wine later."
"That's great!" Kroger hurriedly jumped up from his seat and took out two big pumpkins from the corner. "I'll take these back for you to eat."
"Thank you." Griffith looked at the big pumpkin that he could barely hold and thought for a moment. "Do you know where there are grapes around here?"
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In the far east, where supplies were scarce, Griffiths lived a hard life for two years. As the front continued to extend eastward, the road became increasingly difficult to walk and supplies became scarcer day by day.
Although the salary of armored cavalry is higher than that of ordinary legionnaires, it is not much higher. In battlefields where prices are extremely high, it is common for them to be unable to afford various necessities such as toothbrushes and a change of clothes.
It was during this period that Griffith learned a little trick. He didn't have the chance to try it when he was traveling with Miss Elf before. When he returned to Beyeland, he was strictly controlled by the Earl's Mansion. Now he had a chance.
Griffith quietly came to a vineyard holding Kroger's big pumpkin. He took out the cleaned dagger and dug a hole in the middle of the pumpkin, took out the soft sac but left the lid on, and made two pumpkin jars.
The summer sea breeze passes through the low-hanging vines, pushing the alluring aroma of bunches of crystal purple fruits. Griffith selected a few bunches of the plumpest grapes, selected one from each bunch, and dropped it into his mouth.
The sweet and full taste immediately spreads in the mouth, with just the right amount of sweetness and water, which is really endless aftertaste.
Although he had violated the bedtime rules, Griffith calmly ran to the nearby well with a large pumpkin filled with grapes, washed the grapes with cool well water, and placed them on a ventilated stone slab. Let dry, squeeze each piece into the pumpkin, stir, and finally close the pumpkin lid and place it in a cool, ventilated place.
After leaving it like this for twenty days and then filtering out the grape pomace, you can get the sinfully tempting red liquid—wine.
Different from the traditional brewing method, the wine brewed from Kroger's pumpkin will definitely taste more mellow and sweet.
Back in the East, private brewing was a serious violation of discipline. But the disciplinary violations in that remote and dangerous place were all over the place, and the military police couldn't control them at all.
The wine brewed by the Assault Cavalry was placed in a large pumpkin and placed grandly on the marching carriage, pretending it was lunch. When supplies are scarce, a glass of sweet wine can relieve tension and calm the minds of soldiers who have just retreated from a bloody battle, so that they will not be distorted by the madness seen on the battlefield.
If you put this kind of fine wine in a small leather bag and carry it with you, it will become hard currency that can be used to exchange for various good things!
Griffith licked his lips. He planned to find an opportunity to brew some wine every few days and hide it. When the wine is ready, he will use it to exchange with Kroger for rare plants and minerals on the edge of the Whispering Forest, or exchange some money and information between boys.
He had noticed when eating just now that although the dinner at Homemonworth was delicious, the drinks provided to everyone were only light sparkling wine and rum. It will be impossible for those students who have become greedy in Bayerland to buy red wine on campus in the future, and it is even more difficult to bring wine bought from nearby towns into the school through inspection.
Money is very important! Books, experimental materials, necessary clothes, and possible enchanted weapons and equipment all cost money. Well, this is a small amount of money. If it is not possible, you can save it. But if you have the chance, you can have dinner with Galadia on your days off. I heard that there is a good theater in the town outside the school; gifts are exchanged at the Frost Festival in December, and Sonia will probably want one as well. , there are many festivals and celebrations after the New Year...
The salary and allowances of more than one hundred yen per month are simply not enough!
Thinking of his meager salary and school expenses, Griffith got nervous and had a toothache.
Well now, there is one more way to make money!
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After finishing tinkering with the pumpkins and grapes, Griffith quietly slipped into the bedroom, preparing to have a sweet dream of getting rich through hard work.
The school building at Homemonworth is ancient and elegant, with suspended cloisters and steps connecting the hall, tower and attic. Records dating back hundreds of years can be seen on the columns, handrails and door frames. A simple terrace has many stories.
Students must return to their dormitories after ten o'clock at night. Violators will be punished to varying degrees. However, from Kroger's cabin to the vineyard, and all the way to the boys' dormitory, Griffith did not see the patrolling professors and prefects at all. Instead, there were a few pairs of figures wearing senior badges in quiet corners. I don't know what I'm doing.
Griffith quickly passed through several lounges and living rooms, then climbed over the wall and jumped onto a terrace, preparing to return directly to the room from there.
Suddenly, he noticed three figures sitting on the sofa in the corner not far away. One of them was Fisher, who looked arrogant, and the other two were freshmen from other colleges.
"There are many mages here, but you will soon find that the bloodline between wizards cannot be generalized. Some people are born noble. Yes, they are wizards. Only ignorant common people call themselves mages."
Fisher tore open a pouch and took out a frog-shaped piece of chocolate. The cocoa fruits and desserts transmitted from the elves seem to have become popular in the human world. His friends nodded frequently and stared at the snacks eagerly.
Maybe I shouldn't bother them. Griffith thought for a moment and prepared to avoid the area.
Just then, a person walked into the dark corridor. His steps were light, but his posture and demeanor were extraordinary, with impeccable aristocratic elegance.
"Aaron!"
The three Fishers blurted out after seeing the figure clearly.
Aaron? Griffith immediately hid in the darkness.
The boy with blond hair and red eyes kept wearing a restrained and elegant smile during the dinner. He did not talk to his classmates, but just sipped his wine and listened quietly to everyone's conversation. The professors just smiled and shook their heads when the talent hat went crazy while testing him and caused a minor commotion not worth mentioning.
However, at this moment, his reserved temperament disappeared. He crossed his arms and looked down at Fisher and his friends, with a breathtaking light in his red eyes.
"Give me your chocolate frog."
The smile on Fisher's face disappeared. It was obvious that he originally wanted to make friends with this well-known figure.
"Oh, oh, oh, really, it's not a good thing to be strong-willed. My family is..."
Fisher's words were stuck in his mouth. One hand grabbed his front teeth and broke them hard!
The front teeth fell out in response, and Master Fisher's mouth suddenly burst into blood.
"Ah!" The two freshmen standing nearby screamed in fear that only little boys can have.
Griffith was stunned. This beautiful boy who looks quiet and elegant actually has another mask in private.
"Don't wait too long," Aaron shouted, "bring it over quickly! Just like a maid serving wine and caviar to a first-class guest!"
His majesty was like that of a king punishing his vassals, and even his scoldings had an inimitable tone that was fascinating.
Fisher covered his mouth, widened his eyes and trembled to express his fear.
"It's you! Aaron Lentilus, you defeated that man! You're the Boy Who Lived!" A boy exclaimed belatedly, turning around and about to run away.
As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron grabbed him, broke his nose bones and threw him back.
Fisher d'Aigu had completely forgotten that he had tried to be friends with Aaron before the dinner. He knelt down with his friends, blood, snot and tears streaming on the floor, and placed the chocolate frogs and other snacks respectfully. At Aaron's feet.
"The Aiju family? They can still be of some use."
Aaron lowered his gaze: "I am a wizard destined to rule the world. You are lucky to meet me here. As long as you obey me, Fisher de Aigu, I promise that you will have power that you have never dreamed of." "
"Yes, yes! Lord Aaron!"
Fisher covered his bleeding mouth and crawled at Aaron's feet with a trembling voice of fear.
Aaron withdrew his captivating gaze and turned his head slightly to scan the dark corner. Griffith just left there.
Can it still be like this? Griffith was no stranger to the scene before him, but it all happened in the power-oriented army and the disorderly slums. In that kind of place, clear distinction between superiority and inferiority, strength and weakness is the first priority.
Unexpectedly, Beyeland and Homemon Watts also abide by this set of rules. Even among young nobles from the upper class, they have already begun to establish their own order from the first day they met?
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The next morning, Griffith held a thick book in his hands and wandered around the hall downstairs of the dormitory in a complicated mood. When the first ray of sunlight illuminated the colorful glass windows, the dressed up elf had already walked downstairs.
"Hey! Did you secretly go get high last night!?" Galadia's thin eyebrows raised, "You have a sweet scent! Why didn't you take me with you!"
It was Griffith's first morning at Homemonworth.
The morning sun breaks through the thin mist, casting a soft light on the cliffs and cloisters facing the sea on the east side of Homemonworth. Most of the students have not left the room yet, only the two people who got up early enjoyed the quiet atmosphere in the corridor. The pleasant sea breeze carries the unique charming smell of the morning, gently blowing through the soft dress of the elf girl.
Two years ago, Griffiths left Junior Sergeant School and accepted the call to the East. Suddenly one day, he escaped from the terrible battlefield on the Eastern Front, and even the corridors and rooms he walked through were filled with a comfortable coolness and faint fragrance.
After two years of bloody battles, Griffith felt that his posture when he picked up his textbook again and walked was a bit strange, as if he was not holding an introduction to magic handout, but holding a shield facing the enemy.
"Hmm~?" Galadia turned her head and looked at Griffith, who was restrained but upright, "You look good in the college uniform~ Although it's a bit uncomfortable, but, um, it's okay Quite elegant.”
"Really?" Griffith's eyes suddenly lit up. "When I got up in the morning, I felt something was wrong. Then I put the mail armor on under my uniform and it felt much better."
As the trainee knight spoke, he beat his chest and made a dull sound.
"You..." Galadia curled her lips, "You don't still have a dagger and a dagger, do you?"
"A dagger and two daggers," Griffith pointed to his waist and boots with some regret, "It's a pity that if you wear more, you will be seen."
Homemonworth strictly prohibits Shutorals from bringing weapons to study, and they reiterated this during the dinner yesterday. Wands are the only prop allowed, so if you don’t have a wand or don’t know how to use one, pretend you have one hanging from your waist.
On the one hand, this is because most weapons will have varying degrees of negative effects on the use of magic, and on the other hand, because this is the best higher magic academy in the kingdom, and it is neither safe nor decent to carry sharp weapons.
"It's so shameless~" Galadia drew out her wand made from the core of a wind-blown oak tree and knocked the trainee knight on the head. "You are so stubborn, you will definitely fail in Charms."
"Charms is my audit class. It does not count as a credit and does not affect my graduation." Griffiths was in a very good mood. "I found that only Introduction to Magic and Elementary Studies in Black Magic are required this semester, and they are both theoretical courses. As long as they are not used Casting the spell is no problem at all.”
"Hmph~" Galadia snorted softly, as if to say we'll see. The elf's steps were light and nimble. If she hadn't just arrived, Griffith doubted that she would have jumped onto the handrail of the corridor and jumped all the way from the 100-meter cliff.
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The first class for more than 800 first-year students is Introduction to Magic, which lasts from 8 a.m. to 11:30 p.m., taking up a terrifying four class periods. Due to the large number of students, the four colleges had to teach separately.
Whether you are a noble or a commoner, a trainee wizard or a trainee knight, all young people who enter Homemonworth must learn this course step by step.
The classroom is arranged in a long staircase that slopes downward, and the entire 150 first-year students of Minerva College sit in front of the podium in darkness. Each row is a long curved table, with an aisle between every three seats.
The lively classroom is like an early morning vegetable market.
The bell just struck eight o'clock, and a professor wrapped in black robes appeared at the door of the classroom at the right time, scanning the students with his cold eyes. His black hair hung neatly to his shoulders, and his dignified face was pale and serious, like a vampire who had eaten garlic. If it weren't for the fact that his face was expressionless and he didn't pay attention to maintenance because of his age, he would still be considered handsome.
"I am Lourdes Basilico the Listener, and in this classroom I demand absolute order."
