A strange world

"Is this mentor really an elf?"

Annan asked as he walked down the spiral steps.

"Yes. Teacher Yirelanze has been joining the Mage Tower even longer than this Mage Tower." A magnetic young voice sounded from behind.

Michael stopped, turned back and stared at the figure on the steps with a frown: "City Lord, it is very impolite to eavesdrop on the conversation."

"Sorry, I'm a little curious about this young King of the North." The young city lord asked his servants to step back and came to the steps where they could look down at them. He apologized and looked at Annan: "And you came here because of your curiosity. Is it right?"

Annan did not sense any malice or ostentation from the usurper, so he did not shout out Thirty Years to the East Bank of the Pulani River, Thirty Years to the West Bank of the Pulani River: "What does it mean to be longer than this Master's Tower? "

Olmedo looked at Michael first.

Michael stretched out his hand to signal him.

"Thank you." Olmedo nodded lightly, and then he and Annan went down the spiral staircase. "The Mage Tower has been rebuilt. The current Mage Tower was built on the ruins of the old Mage Tower."

"Why haven't I heard of it?"

Before coming to Breeze City for the first time, Annan pestered Mr. Victor and asked many questions about the Mage Tower.

"Because only a member of the Mage Tower has the right to know about this matter." Olmedo supported the steps and looked down at the busy hall downstairs. "I also found it out of ancient books."

"What's going on with that Ize...Elan...elf mentor?"

It makes sense that Annan, who had learned Common Language for less than three months, still couldn't remember complicated elf names.

"What do you like?" the young city lord suddenly asked. "For example, an animal or thing you think is cute and want to get close to."

Annan used to like dogs but not cats. After accidentally getting a cat, Annan didn't like cats anymore.

"Are you saying that she only did that out of... 'thinking I'm cute'?"

"Part of it is this, and part of it is that Teacher Yirelanze has a nickname in the mage tower called 'Old Girl'."

Annan looked at Michael in surprise, and he nodded to confirm that Olmedo was right.

"Does that mean she's very old?"

"It means she's old and single."

The lifespan of elves is between one thousand and two thousand years, and there are holy places that can extend their lifespan. However, they usually look for partners after they are 200 years old. Some special elves are still children at 500 years old. And Mentor Yrilanze is almost 1,500 years old.

Not to mention Breeze City and the Mage Tower, the human order established by Saint Laurent when Irelanze was young has not yet emerged, and the grandfather of the Twelve Kings of the North is still using urine and mud.

"Teacher Yi Ruilanze, don't you mind if you call me that..."

"I don't know...but even the mage apprentice is saying this." Olmedo frowned slightly, looking equally puzzled.

"Alas... our mentor asked us to do this." Michael answered their doubts, sighing with helplessness and shame. "She thought this would let everyone know that she has no partner, and then pursue her."

After stepping down the last step, they walked out of the mage tower and walked towards the parking area outside the circular square.

The result is obvious. This elf mentor is regarded as a weirdo because of her maverick, which makes people keep a distance. Her loneliness makes her even more... eccentric.

"Does she have money?"

Annan's strange question made Michael pause: "Uh... I've never heard of 'old girls' having no money."

"You can always believe in the wealth of an elf. Even with an ordinary job, an elf with a lifespan more than ten times that of a human can easily save a large sum of money." Olmedo's smile was as bright as the sun, "Do you need help? ?”

"Need not."

Annan, who didn't have much money, was just curious.

"real?"

"real."

Compared with the ordinary elves, this magnificent and fantasy world is still waiting for Annan to explore.

Olmedo stood at the edge of the parking area and motioned to the servants following him to prepare the carriage.

The afternoon sun shines on his long golden hair, giving it a hazy halo, like a princess with her long hair tied up and dressed in men's clothing in the theater.

"This was a pleasant exchange. I hope we have the opportunity to talk again." The young city lord said.

"There will be."

This Jeffrey Olmedo is similar to his father, and they are pleasant to get along with, but his identity makes Annan not want to get too close.

Watching the carriage of the City Lord's Mansion slowly drive away, does he know that he is a fake?

But at least judging from the review and this contact, the guy who stole the position of city lord is not a bad person.

…

"I met the boy pretending to be Levi's."

Olmedo walked into a quaintly decorated study and said to the figure standing in front of the window, "He is as interesting as you said."

"It seems like you guys get along well."

Augusta Olmedo looks out over bustling Breeze City.

"Well, I guess I feel the same way now as you did then?"

"What do you want to do next?"

"Breeze City needs smart people, and I also need some friends..."

Augusta turned around, her light blue eyes slightly lowered.

"You are being arrogant, my boy."

Jeffrey Olmedo looked into the eyes that were the same as his own: "I can't understand..."

“We lose something we once had and resent the person who took it, whether it was ours or not.”

…

Annan took up the reins and said goodbye to Michael.

"Dara, did you know? There is someone as strange as you in the mage tower..."

Annan remembered that he was speaking ill of one elf in front of another. "...a beautiful elf."

The voices gradually became inaudible as the carriage drove away.

"Who is that boy?"

A pleasant question sounded from behind, and Michael stiffened for an instant.

"My friend..." he said.

Only a strong elf can quietly appear behind a mage.

Only a noble mentor can question a Mage Tower mage.

"He has no ill intentions towards you..."

"I heard it. Such a beautiful and kind boy was born to be eaten by elves..." An evil whisper sounded. "Do you know him? Where does he live? What does he like?"

"...Annan is a shy boy, I can't tell you, and he is not an adult yet..."

"This cannot hinder our union. I can transform and become almost like him." The breathing behind him gradually became faster.

"I……"

"You were recently working with Pritzker on the topic of "Are the ancient arcane spells of ancient wizards more powerful than our current spells?"

"I'm sorry, Tutor Yirelanze, Annan is one of my few friends. He helped me get out of my sinking when I was most confused." Michael replied firmly.

"My grandmother was an ancient wizard and what she learned."

"He currently lives in the Winchet family's manor. Tutor, do you need me to guide you?"