The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

The next day.

In the dim sunlight, distant animal calls can be heard from the forest, echoing around the sky and earth.

We are going into the city today, so Miaomiao didn’t sleep in for once. She woke up early in the morning, feeling full of energy.

Seeing Chi, who seemed to have woken up earlier than him and was quietly waiting for him, a big smile appeared on his face, and he rushed over to give his contract partner a warm hug: "Good morning, Chi."

Chi's cold eyes softened when he saw him. He reached out his hand to respond to the hug and patted Miaomiao on the back, like a caring brother: "Good morning, Miaomiao."

After the contract was reached, Miaomiao and Chi had an inexplicable spiritual connection in their minds. The breath of each other became more obvious and more intimate. Following this spiritual connection, they could also sense each other's emotions and thoughts, and this induction would not weaken even if they were separated by a distance.

For example, now, Miaomiao can feel that Chi really wants to get close to him, but his face is still like a mute, and he doesn't say anything.

Miaomiao didn't expose him. Instead, she took the tall boy's hand and led them to the dining table for breakfast. Xing Yue was not in the room. Only Sang Mo was leisurely playing with birds at the table. Seeing the two of them coming, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Why are you up this morning?"

Miaomiao glared at him speechlessly: "You obviously know it!"

He had already broken through to the third level, meeting the requirements his grandfather had promised him to enter the city. It just so happened that his grandfather was also taking him to the Magicians Association to complete his qualification certification. Once the certification was completed, he would embark on his journey to the academy.

In other words, his carefree life in the forest with his two grandfathers is about to end.

Miaomiao sat down on the chair and casually released a stream of magic power that condensed into a fireball. The fireball, which was light red before, now emitted a warm orange-red color. Both its color and its inherent power were several times greater than before.

He himself was surprised: "There's such a huge difference between the third level and the second level."

It's no longer just an improvement in magic power. The magic he can release now has completely leaped over a level in both strength and quantity. Most importantly, after reaching the third level, he can cast first-level basic magic instantly.

Sang Mo casually stuffed the small amount of rice in his palm into the big black mouth, not caring about the black bird's expression of rolling its eyes due to choking, and smiled faintly: "Otherwise, why did your grandfather insist on you specializing in magic? Only by specializing can you increase your level up the fastest. You have all-around magic power, which is already a big drag compared to others who only have a single magic power. Otherwise, with the number of magic veins you have, your training speed is probably enough to scare those old men who are complacent."

Miaomiao didn't feel how slow his cultivation was. It took him two months to break through from the first level to the second level, and two years to break through from the second level to the third level. However, there were many other external factors involved. The spiritual food he had been feeding for many years, plus the contract with Chi, if he really wanted to rely on himself to break through step by step, it would indeed take some time.

After all, if he wants to upgrade to the next level, his magic power must reach seven times that of a magician of the same level.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned to look at Chi, who had also sat down, with a look of curiosity on his face: "Chi, have you changed?"

He has jumped up a level because of the pact with Chi. It's impossible that there is no change at all in Chi, right?

Upon hearing this, Sang Mo also forced himself to look over.

He also has great interest in the Soul Beast, a race about which very little information is available.

Chi nodded and said, "Yes."

He pointed to his head, "I feel like my memory is starting to return after making a contract with you."

Before, all he knew was his sporadic instinctive knowledge, and he couldn't even remember which race he belonged to. But now, he remembered that he was a soul beast, and an extremely special one at that. He also had his own people, but his people were not in the Lost Forest, or even on this continent.

His eyes darkened slightly, and besides that, he also remembered that he had to kill some people. That was why he came here.

But most of those people have power, so he must quickly recover his strength before rebirth in order to complete the task he was assigned as soon as possible.

"Miaomiao." He suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" The child whose name was called tilted his head to look at him.

But then I heard Chi suddenly say in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

Miaomiao: “???”

He was confused, not knowing what Chi had done to offend him.

Chi stopped talking.

He doesn't plan to tell young Miaomiao about these new things he remembered yet.

On the one hand, Miaomiao is just a child. Even if he is a genius, he still needs to grow for a long time before fighting those monsters that have existed for years. He doesn't want to put pressure on Miaomiao.

On the other hand, Chi's selfish desire is to hope that Miaomiao can always know the present him. Yes, Chi stubbornly believes that the self before rebirth is not the same as the present him.

It was enough for Miaomiao to know him as he was now. After he killed those people, he would be able to return to Miaomiao completely.

Sang Mo on the side glanced at him and said nothing, but the young man's clear green eyes seemed to have seen through his little thoughts, making Chi unable to help but avoid looking directly at him.

In his memory, eleventh-level masters should be extremely rare on this continent, yet Miaomiao had seen them appear one after another: Xing Yue, Sang Mo, and now Ajin. You know, many countries can't even find three eleventh-level masters.

If we only talk about background, there are probably few people who have a stronger background than Miaomiao.

Seeing the child still looking at him in confusion, Chi paused and changed the subject: "After the contract, I can control my power better. It shouldn't get out of control like before. In the future, we can try to use a two-person combination technique."

"Combination skills?" Miaomiao was a little confused by this statement. Sang Mo had never taught him this. He always thought that magic was only for one person.

He looked at Sang Mo, but he turned his back to him and said lazily, "When you go to school, the teachers there will teach you."

Miaomiao: "..."

Miaomiao was speechless, "You are lazy, I will tell grandpa."

Sang Mo raised his eyebrows: "You can't blame me for this. Even if your grandfather came, he wouldn't teach you."

Miaomiao was puzzled: "Why?"

Sang Mo laughed: "Of course it's because we have never cooperated with other people."

He's been rooted to the same spot for millennia, never needing to fight anyone. Xing Yue, on the other hand... that's pure lone wolf tacticianism. Forget about collaborating with the living to perform combo moves. Anyone who dares to show up in his fury will be slaughtered. The Grim Reaper has been rampant for a century, yet he hasn't even signed a contracted beast. It can be said that he's taken the widower mentality to its extreme.

Sang Mo said lazily, "But combo skills are still a must for most magicians. There are not only two-person combo skills, but also large-scale teamwork magic with dozens or even hundreds of people. When others are fighting, you fragile mages have to stay in the back row. The strength of one person is useless. It all depends on team magic. The teachers in your academy will definitely teach you this, so there is no need to rush now."

Miaomiao said, "Okay."

He always lets things go without getting hung up on them. He quickly put things behind him and started to eat with Chi.

After they finished breakfast, the white-haired old man came to pick them up.

When Xing Yue arrived, he was accompanied by a wooden carriage. Beneath its simple exterior, the interior was a fully equipped and comfortable space. From the soft animal hide cushions and down pillows piled in every corner to the overflowing cabinets filled with spiritual food and fruits, books and toys to keep you entertained, everything was available.

If someone observes carefully, they will find that the chassis of the carriage is extremely luxuriously carved with four wind crystals to form a suspension array, ensuring that there is no bumpiness during the carriage's journey.

"Get in the car, we'll leave right away." Xing Yue said to Miaomiao and Chi.

"Is Dahei not going?" Miaomiao blinked. The usually noisy bird did not fly out today.

Xing Yue shook his head: "It stays here to look after the house."

As he spoke, he took out a pitch-black metal mask and put it on his face, covering his entire face above the bridge of his nose.

Miaomiao noticed that what grandpa was wearing today was different from usual. He was wearing a simple, heavy, and wide black robe. The cuffs and collar were outlined with intricate and fine patterns with gold thread. There was a golden hexagonal badge on his chest, and the shining luster flowed slowly on it like liquid.

With his new mask, he looks particularly mysterious.

Although Xing Yue hadn't said it explicitly, Miaomiao knew that Grandpa seemed to be hiding from someone. He was already so powerful, yet there were still enemies who forced him to hold back.

It would be nice if he could help someday.

Miaomiao smiled sweetly and said to Grandpa, "Grandpa, you look very handsome today!"

Compared to his usual behavior of just putting on a tattered robe and going out, Xing Yue was obviously more thoughtful today.

Xing Yue patted his head and said, "You and Chi should get in the car first. I have something to tell your Grandpa Sang."

Miaomiao nodded, but before she could say anything more, Chi grabbed her hand and led her to the front of the carriage.

The carriage was pulled by a black horse, bound only by the reins. It stood comfortably in the open space, not escaping. When Miaomiao and Chi approached, the horse stared at them with its amber eyes. Miaomiao didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that this horse, like Ajin and the others, was intelligent.

Is it a mythical beast? Miaomiao wondered.

Suddenly, the horse snorted loudly, and moved forward with its strong and powerful hooves, only an inch away from Miaomiao. It lowered its head, opened its mouth, and was about to bite the child's soft long hair.

Miaomiao instinctively took a step back and opened a water shield for defense with his backhand, but he saw that the horse's big mouth stopped a little away from his head and sprayed air at the blue water shield.

Miaomiao: “?”

Is it a fried dough cake?

He retreated a little further and stared at it silently. The black horse had slowly returned to its original position, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in its eyes as it looked down at him.

I don't even want to act anymore.

Miaomiao had spent the entire morning being repeatedly punished by Sang Mo and a horse with a personality very similar to Sang Mo's. The amount of ellipsis in his mind was enough to fill the entire screen. Knowing that these kinds of people would only get more excited the more they dealt with them, he decisively passed by the black horse and got on.

The black horse stamped its front hooves on the ground, as if it felt a little regretful that the child had ignored it.

Chi followed Miaomiao into the car. Before getting in, he glanced at Heima lightly with a hint of warning in his eyes.

The black horse initially ignored him and paced leisurely.

Suddenly, it felt like a thousand-pound stone had fallen on its body, hitting it hard on the head. The black horse staggered and almost fell to its knees.

The smile on Ma's face froze, and he looked back in confusion and disbelief.

No, this is not stone, this is pressure, pressure from a higher level bloodline!

That child is a mythical beast?!

But Chi had already drawn back the curtain and gone in. Heima could no longer see him.

After Xing Yue got on the carriage, they officially set off. The carriage slowly drove along the path in the woods. Miaomiao lifted the curtain and took a look, a little puzzled: "Has this road existed before?"

This road seems to have appeared suddenly, and it is out of tune with the natural and primitive style of the forests on both sides.

Xing Yue shook his head: "No."

He added, "This was made overnight by your Grandpa Sang, knowing you were leaving."

"Grandpa Sang?" Miaomiao's eyes widened.

Sang Mo had been teasing him on purpose early in the morning, but he hadn't expected that he was secretly helping to do this sort of thing.

Xing Yue snorted, his expression a bit vicissitudes of life as he said, "Yeah, at first I was planning to take you two there directly. That way we would only need half an hour to get there. But your Grandpa Sang said no, saying it would take too long and you would feel uncomfortable, so he asked me to prepare a carriage. After we got the carriage, he said it wouldn't work because there wasn't enough food and drink, and you two kids would be bored, so he asked me to go look for some things. After we got the things, he complained that the carriage didn't look good enough, and he was afraid that I would hinder your future aesthetic development, so he insisted that I add a bunch of fancy decorations."

A look of obvious pain appeared on his face. He thought he had become quite friendly with the child after raising him for a few years, but after being pointed at and criticized by Sang Mo, he felt like a useless and rough guy.

After all the trouble, Xing Yue was a little scared when he saw Sang Mo speaking. Fortunately, after Sang Mo looked at him, he just walked forward and added a few more comfortable formations in the car, and then sat on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Xing Yue didn't find out until the next day that while Sang Mo seemed to be resting, he was actually using his mental power to control the plants in the forest, allowing them to work together to create a path in the huge forest overnight.

Only he could force his way through the territory of countless mythical beasts in such a short time.

Miaomiao exclaimed slightly, feeling guilty for her harsh attitude towards Grandpa Sang that morning.

But thinking back to Sang Mo's way of speaking which always made him look provocative, he was silent for a second and decided that he should just deal with things separately.

He said, "I want to go to the city and bring some gifts to everyone."

Just like the gifts that grandpa always brings back every time he comes back, he has the feeling that the person who is traveling far away still cares about him.

Xing Yue naturally wouldn't refuse his small request: "It's up to you."

According to their experience, there is no such thing as a gift that would bring a surprise when received in this world, but the gift given by Miaomiao is different.

Miaomiao was still secretly calculating in his heart. He didn't have his own small treasury, and there was no place to use money in the forest. His two grandfathers hadn't given him any money before, so this time he could only use his grandfather's money. But since he would be going out on his own later, he had to find a way to make money quickly.

When Miaomiao thought about the scene where she would be able to wave her hand generously and give away a mountain of gifts to shock her two grandfathers, she couldn't help but smile.

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Sitting beside him, Chi felt the pure and clear emotions of a child constantly flowing from the imprint of the contract in her mind.

Warmth, without a trace of haze, his words, thoughts, and existence are like the sun hanging high in the dome, illuminating all the beings he cares for.

Chi Mingming knew that such a soft step into the mainland would only become a source of harm to Miaomiao.

The more kind he was, the more people wanted to snatch his survival resources. But Chi couldn't bring himself to tell Miaomiao that she had to change.

He looked at Xing Yue again. Although he didn't know the old man's true identity outside, it was obvious that he was not a simple character. Since he and the other man didn't speak, there should be no further discussion of Chi's current identity.

In any case, Miaomiao is already his contracted partner, and he will do his best to protect him.

"We're here!" I heard the children's joyful shouts.

Chi raised his head and saw from beneath the drawn curtain a towering, solid grey wall. Silent, solemn, and so ancient that it seemed to have weathered thousands of years of rain, snow, wind, and frost.

Ernst, here we are.