[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

The bright elements quickly condensed on the fingertips, and the dazzling light suddenly turned into a phantom of a snow-colored Neapolitan bird, which flew towards the distant rocks with a scream, and the rocks shattered with a loud bang.

Noyce calmly withdrew his outstretched right hand.The young man not far away had wet hair, and his large ivory silk robe was fastened meticulously.With slight moisture in his eyes, Bartholomew put down the fruit he had just picked by the stream, and walked quickly to Noyce, with a somewhat proud tone; "Noyce, you have mastered the fruit I taught you yesterday. The shadow of light!"

Compared with the young man who was taller when he first arrived, there was not much joy on his face, perhaps because he was a little uncomfortable with the young man's over-excited emotions, he just turned his head slightly to the other side, and the lush trees beside him were too Tall, leaving only a few gaps, the slightly shaking sunlight also looks very lazy.

"kindness."

Bartholomew was used to his awkwardness. Standing beside the boy, his index finger drew a coherent arc in the air. The trajectory of the wind element left complicated afterimages. He skillfully condensed the last trace of the element.Withdrawing his fingertips, a Neapolitan bird flapping its wings and rushing towards the canopy, the phantom happened to pass by the canopy, and several harmless Anuoda squirrels jumped up in a panic, the shadow flashed across the leaves, causing There was a rustling sound of rubbing.

His five fingers slid across the void one by one, and he withdrew the virtual image that lasted longer, and turned his head to face Noyes; "The grasp of elements lies in control. It's like destroying is the easiest, but healing is the hardest." The gentle voice explained He looked at the boy expectantly; "" Noyce, come and try. "

Bowing his head in thought, he spread out his palms, and the coolness of his clothes slowly poured into his palms, a small amount of elements spun into a silk thread, and he closed his eyes, carefully controlling them.The silk thread was separated from the middle and turned into two thinner ones, but the elements were more intense. Spreading out the palm, the thin thread flew to the sides of Noyce's cheeks, and passed by the hair in an instant.

Opening his eyes, Bartholomew's blue eyes were full of admiration, and he couldn't help but put on an aristocratic aria at the end; "You are a genius, Noyce."

Because of his shyness, Noyce puffed his cheeks unconsciously, and even his tone became stiffer; "Teacher, please don't do this."

Bartholomew was so cute that he couldn't help shouting up to the sky, but he still had the demeanor of a teacher and said gently; "Although the attainment of magic can't be measured exactly, the elemental affinity between you and me is both light and wind. Under the circumstances. I can still make a rough judgment."

Over the past year, the bottom line of the boy's talent has been refreshed again and again. Although Bartholomew's own talent is good enough, but the boy has just started studying for less than two years, and his ability to use elements is as innate as breathing. It seems to be an instinct.

According to theory, the more friendly elements there are, the harder it is to control, and the lower the achievement will be. Even Bartholomew started learning from a young age, releasing the light element will inevitably be mixed with a little wind element.But the human form hangs on Noyce, like a filter, and the two elements always obey his command obediently, as if the bear children encountered a governess in a rigid black dress.Bartholomew was amazed.

Of course, what is even more gratifying is that Noyce's physical problems seem to have healed along with the crazy growth of the elemental power in his body.

Looking at the back of the boy leaving, the power of light dissipated into bits of broken light following the silent singing;

"Noyce. You are the darling of the God of Light. The darkness will be buried, and the light will remain forever."

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Layers of blue are smudged, covering the universe, golden stands stand tall, white double-petaled Rubus roses and light-colored heather are sprinkled on the streets and in the air.The fluttering petals fell, and the carriage of the noble lady passed by with the scent of flowers, and the glass windows revealed a delicate profile and an elegant smile.

It's springtime in Middleton, of the city of light

The majestic golden hall is full of reliefs, and the twelve bishops are dressed in solemn robes and gorgeous pendants.The old pope held his young palm, and the ivory-white little priest robe was covered with complicated golden patterns, and circles of dark runes were hidden in layers of collars and cuffs.

The wind god is singing, and the strings are sailing away.

The children of the choir sing praises to the light with their pure voices, and their singing soars up the dome and across the church.And the young Holy Son's eyes were calm, and he gently covered the huge elemental stone with his hand under the gaze of the whole hall.

Then, the pure white fell into the cold blue eyes of the Holy Son, turning into a little cloud.

The pope raised the scepter.

The Son looked at his smiling brother beside him, with the same blue eyes, like the eternally holy clear sky above Middleton Central Cathedral.

The majestic eulogy of the Pope resounded through the hall.

"The first pure light element in the third era. Lancelot, you are the darling of the God of Light. The darkness will be buried, and the light will remain forever."

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Tall and sparse clouds float quietly in the bright sky, white with a little yellow, like late spring snow, and like unloaded white sails, flat and long.

Bartholomew took out a simple light gray cloak from the space ring, and took a cloth bag made of soft and tough plants in the forest by the way, preparing to go to the nearest small town to replenish daily necessities.

After all, not everyone can calmly accept a "vagrant" living in the forest with scarce space rings to shop around as calmly as Noyce. Coupled with his overly long blond hair and overly outstanding appearance, it is conceivable that It's bound to turn into a disaster.

Just as he was thinking about what he needed to buy, Noyce suddenly grabbed his wrist.

He turned his head and looked at Noyce with questioning eyes. The black-haired boy just pursed his lips, and his speech was still brief, but his expression was somewhat childishly awkward; "I'm going too today."

Bartholomew hesitated for a moment, but still took out a wider black cloak from the ring.Turn around and walk forward first.

Noyce pulled down the hood of his cloak, covering his short black hair and most of his cheeks.The blond-haired young man turned his head sideways, watching the young man wrap himself tightly, and suddenly felt very distressed.Unconsciously caressing the white gemstone ring on his right hand.If it doesn't work, that's the only way to do it.

Come back this time and try again.

In Trollope, born black, represents sin.

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Gather a whole group of elements of the same attribute into a pear-shaped glass container with a narrow mouth, plug it with a stopper, and the whole room will be filled with gentle and bright light. In the absence of expensive alchemy works, magicians often use this method for lighting.

Noyce was sitting at the table, boringly drawing small animals with light elements, and they disappeared into the air in an instant.

Raising his head, the boy's black pupils were warmed by the light.

"let's start."

Stretching out his right hand, Noyce folded his left hand on the palm of his right hand, and the strong elemental power overflowed slightly from the closed palm. This kind of magic is very difficult to implement, and generally requires perfect control by oneself, and outsiders can only be assistants. .But Bartholomew remains extremely careful

At the same time, he put his palm on Noyce's.

The light is getting brighter.Move slowly until the fingertips touch the boy's smooth forehead.

A trace of gold crept up Noyce's hair.

The blond boy in front of Bartholomew slowly opened his eyes, and his light golden pupils shone brightly.

With a sigh of relief, Bartholomew said softly, like the old man in his memory many years ago.

Noyce, may the light be with you.

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