Duke of Silver Arrow

"Come on, now follow me to do the action. First raise your hand to your chest, then recite the spell silently, and at the same time call your magic element in your heart, condense the wind element into a ball, and finally wave your hand slowly."

A small purple light group appeared on Chris's hand, and then hit Brian in front of him.

"Oh! You did a great job!" The breeze lifted his short blond hair, making his smile even brighter.

"It's unbelievable that you can do this for the first time. Chris, you are such a good seed!" Many compliments came out of his mouth, and even the well-informed Chris blushed slightly in the end.

He looked at Magician Jason excitedly and expectantly: "Senior, do you want to teach Chris with me?"

"A gentleman has the beauty of an adult, I'd better just watch from the sidelines." Jason smiled and rejected the proposal.

Brian was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it: "Then I will tutor this rare genius first."

Steward Steven smiled and asked, "Mr. Brook, how does it feel to be called a genius by a genius?"

"Please stop talking." Chris begged Brian.

"Okay, but you are my first student, how can you be so humble?"

Brian let Chris off for the time being and continued teaching him.

Fortunately, Chris was still injured, so Brian implemented a more relaxed teaching.

But he continued to show off his teaching results to others in the next few days.

Everyone in the Duke's mansion knew that Chris, the vindictive master, had started to learn magic, and his grades were not bad.

It should be fortunate that Brian doesn't like to socialize, and he hardly interacts with people in the town, otherwise the whole town would probably know about it.

In view of Brian's enthusiasm for teaching him magic, Chris was forced to learn elementary wind magic every day.

This also increases the time the two spend together.

The day-to-day teaching made Chris know Brian more and more, and he thought he was a good, humorous and helpful person.

He invited a pastor to heal his wounds, and specially ordered the steward Steven to buy the herbs he needed.

It can be said to be anxious about what others are anxious about, and think about what others think.

He is a magister, and Chris is just a high-level fighting spirit master, but he never showed contempt.

Moreover, he did not teach in the slightest perfunctory way, on the contrary, he was very serious.

As a full-line magician, Chris originally thought that he only had a half-knowledge of wind magic. Unexpectedly, he was not only well-informed, but also noticed the details.

But he wasn't too hard on Chris.

Because he is a beginner, Chris will inevitably make some ridiculous mistakes, but Brian never reprimands or laughs at him.

On the contrary, he kindly teased or gently corrected.

This confuses Chris even more.

How did such a gentle and friendly person do such a cruel thing?

In the past few days, he has fully grasped Brian's daily routine.

Take a walk in the garden for half an hour in the morning, then have a simple breakfast, and then read a book.

Chris noted that he covered a wide range of subjects and was well versed in languages, music, and drawing.

In terms of magic, he is omnipotent.

The descriptions of him are not exaggerated.

His thinking is meticulous and quick, his imagination is unconstrained, and his execution is even more powerful.

Lunch is rich, but never extravagant.

In the afternoon, he would conduct magic research with Jason in the laboratory for two or three hours, followed by a delicious afternoon tea time.

Then there is the magic teaching that makes Chris a headache.

Lastly is dinner.

Brian used to take a bath after meals.

But Chris observes that beneath his witty and humorous surface lurks a lonely heart.

Whenever he was alone, his blue eyes often showed a faint sadness.

Was it because of the disease that had plagued him for years?

There was never a conversation about it between them.

Brian is a very considerate person and never causes trouble for others because of his own reasons.

Even lettuce, which he didn't like, after learning that Chris loved it, he specially asked the cook Mary to prepare one.

The more Chris analyzed, the more contradictory he became, because no matter how he looked at it, Brian was impeccable.

Day by day, the weather is getting colder and colder.

The living room, dining room and guest room have been lit with fireplaces.

Only in Brian's master bedroom, his study and laboratory are also cold.

It is said that in order to recuperate, the Duke's body needs such an environment.

Even the food he eats every day has to be cooled before eating.

Moreover, when the coldest time comes in another month, the entire manor will be closed, and everyone except the steward, Steven, will have to leave.

Such anomalies naturally caught Chris' attention.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them were drinking tea in the garden.

These days, Chris' injury is almost healed, and he has nothing to do to take care of the whole manor.

The already beautiful gardens are even more eye-catching.

Brian teased him about it: "Hey! What's the matter my dear Steven? Have you hired a particularly competent gardener lately?"

"Yes. Please allow me to introduce this gentleman to you. His name is Chris Brook. He was seriously injured a month ago. Who would have thought that he could turn things around!" Steven spoke in a very proud tone, amused Everyone laughed.

Jason, who has always been steady, also joined in the fun: "No wonder my little Xiami always runs out these days." Little Xiami is a third-level devil bird, the Flying Sandsparrow, raised by Jason.

Chris shook his head helplessly, letting them joke.

"Chris, don't you justify yourself?" Brian said relentlessly.

"If I defend, it will only attract more ridicule from you. Instead of doing this, it is better not to say a word."

"But we are not malicious. People should always respond to well-intentioned jokes." Brian looked at him with a smile on his chin, waiting for his answer.

For some reason, Chris felt his ears burn. For the first time, he avoided other people's eyes: "Well, you are right."

"Then Chris, you admit that you are my gardener." Brian couldn't help laughing.

"It's my honor to serve you."

Laughter filled the garden, and the pleasant afternoon tea time was spent in this way.

It was just Jason and Chris for dinner.

Brian is in the study, waiting for the food to cool down.

After dinner, in the name of caring, he came to Brian's study.

Brian was leaning against the window reading a book, the last rays of warm sunlight fell on his blond hair, quiet and warm, the whole person looked like a painting.

Hearing a knock on the door, he called in.

Chris pushed open the door and was stared at by Brian's clear eyes, feeling his heart beating like a drum for a moment.

He ignored this far-fetched phenomenon, turned around and closed the door, and stepped in: "Let me see if my little teacher is hungry?"

Brian put down the book and said with a smile: "What is a little teacher? Are you older than me?"

"I'm 22, how about you, 21?"

Unexpectedly, Brian covered his mouth and smiled, "I'm already 27."

This was much beyond Chris' expectations: "But everyone calls you a young genius, and you do look younger than me."

"Geniuses will grow old one day," but he said proudly, "But I did become a magister when I was 16 years old."

"I think you will keep this record forever," Chris walked in front of him, and passed the cup in his hand, "I made it myself, do you like it or not?"

Brian took it over and took a look: "My favorite drink is Qingsi Huimei Milk Juice."

When you smell it with your nose up, there is a fresh fragrance, and after a sip, it is moderately sweet and sour.

"That's great, why do you still tune this?"

This kind of fruit milk is not expensive, and the raw materials are very common, but it is very troublesome to make. It requires patience, strength, and most importantly, certain skills. Ordinary chefs can't do it well.

Although Mary, the cook of the manor, is an intermediate water magician, she is not good at making this kind of fruit milk.

Usually, if Brian wants to drink, he has to ask the housekeeper to send someone to buy it outside.

Chris sat on the carpet: "My father taught me when I was a child."

"Does he like to drink too?"

"No," Chris smiled, "it's me."

"So your father learned it just for you? You are so lucky." Brian envied.

"You're wrong again," Chris recalled, "The time when Qingsi Huimei comes down is just around my birthday, and I like to drink this kind of fruit milk very much. My mother can't make it by herself, so she ordered my father to have it. Learn to make it for me to drink."

"Your father's craft is very good."

"It's a pity that it's useless. He did it once in front of me, and then said to me: 'You have learned it'. Since then, I have never drank the Qingsi Huimei milk juice he made."

Brian smiled while drinking the fruit milk: "Haha, then your understanding is also very good!"

"Beware of choking," he took out his black handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over, "here."

Brian took the handkerchief: "Oops, you have seen me so ugly, I want to kill people to silence it."

He stared at Chris, gestured at his neck with his right hand holding the handkerchief, then licked his lips with a playful smile, and then wiped with the handkerchief.

Seeing that tender little tongue sticking out, Chris immediately turned his head and scanned the large study room.

"Thank you," Brian returned the handkerchief to Chris, "So is your birthday over?"

Chris was taken aback by the question: "Not yet."

"Coincidentally, I don't have mine either. I'm number 21, what about you?"

"24."

"Let's arrange it! Of course, you don't have to worry about it, how about choosing to live together on the 23rd?" Brian stood up and patted Chris on the shoulder.

"No need," Chris refused, "Your body is not designed for hard work."

If other people heard such cold words, they might just push the boat along and give up.

But Brian is clearly not that kind of person.

"It's nothing, I have a sense of proportion, you can rest assured."

The butler knocked on the door to deliver dinner.

Chris knew he couldn't stop Brian, but for some reason he didn't really want to.

The butler opened the door and came in, Chris got up and said, "I won't disturb your meal, can you lend me your laboratory for a while?"

"Use whatever you want."