ll month and day, early morning.

The village of Mogra, located in the eastern part of the Karen Kingdom, seemed to have just woken up at this time.

The sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking echoed in the calm village. A figure walked out of the simple farmhouse, picked up a few firewood and returned to the house swayingly. The smoke from the chimneys indicated that people had already started to get up.

There is no such thing as a "kitchen" in the farmhouse. They just put food directly on the fire in the house. In the past, ordinary people would only cook at noon, but in winter, breakfast was mostly roasted with bread.

This is true for the entire village, and Mrs. Camilla's family is no exception.

“Huhhuh, so hot, so hot…”

Nafi, who had just bitten her tongue and opened her mouth wide, shouting vaguely while sniffing hard. Because the wooden chairs that matched the dining table were too high, Nafi's calves that could not reach the ground were swaying back and forth. She was wearing a small fur coat and seemed to be so energetic forever, making the atmosphere in the room look very cheerful.

Mrs. Camilla, who was sitting next to her, smiled quietly. Although she was eating, her movements were extremely elegant. It is no exaggeration to say that even if she was eating such cheap white bread, her posture was no less than the most particular etiquette officer, and she was even better.

She is Nefi's mother, a woman who suddenly appeared in this village twelve years ago.

On the first day she arrived at Mogra Village, she only brought the baby in her arms - needless to say, that was Naifie, who is twelve years old today. To this day, no one in the village knows her specific origin. Someone asked, but no answer was obtained.

On weekdays, people think that Lady Kamilla is like a luxurious lady in the city. However, during the busy farming season, she would naturally pick up a sickle and go to the ground to live with the peasants. When she really communicated face to face, the villagers found that she was approachable and seemed to have no arrogance or even temper at all.

Nefi grew up in such an environment, but unlike other peers... After completing the most basic learning of high-elf language, Nefi has read and recited "The Opposition of Light and Shadow", "The Secret of Arcane", "Transformation: Camouflage and Control", "Basic Arcane Spells" and other major books...

The lively and active Nefi looks like other children, but in the eyes of Mrs. Camilla, the girl she trained carefully in front of her can be called her most proud "work" and is also her future heir to will.

Mrs. Camilla knew very well that both herself and the girl in front of her had a "mission" since she was born.

Nowadays, the one on the desk is still a large book with a few simple words written on the worn-out handwriting: "Theory of the Production of Energy-Rechargeable Crystals", and there is a rune-shaped serial number of the high-elf text below, which means this is "Volume 1".

On the dining table, Nafi was whispering his opinion: "Mom, I was so tired of reading that book... I can't even understand many things in it. Can it be-"

"You can only change the next one after memorizing it."

Mrs. Camilla's tone was calm, but it was a sense of command that could not be violated. The little girl pouted... She could act cute and roll and cry in front of others, but she also knew very well that those in front of her mother were useless at all.

So she could only nod in silence and then asked, "Mom, why is there only one book? Just reading "Volume 1, I can't really make such a stone."

"You don't need to make it, you just need to remember." Camilla's expression softened slightly, and she reached out to stroke her daughter's fiery red hair. "Mom only has one roll in her hand, but this roll is the most important thing and cannot be lost. As long as you are alive, you cannot forget it, do you understand?"

Nafei nodded foolishly, but she really didn't understand.

This was an ordinary morning. The rising sun gradually reflected into the room. After the copper kettle boiled, it sounded "Wululu" and Mrs. Camilla gently put down the teacup in her hand. The actions that were repeated countless times in the past twelve years exuded the confidence and strength in her bones. However, when her eyes turned to the fire in the room, a trace of solemnity suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, which was invisible to see.

At some point, a letter appeared in the flames.

It was obviously ordinary parchment, but the letter floated unscathed in the red fireplace. Nefi turned his head and saw this scene. He opened his mouth in surprise. The bread covered with cheese was raised and poked on her face, making her scream "Ouch".

Mrs. Camilla came back to her senses and her expression quickly returned to normal. She looked at Nafi and said gently: "Don't make a fuss, just have a quiet meal."

Nefi closed his mouth, but his eyes still glanced at the fireplace... Her mother didn't avoid anything. She raised her hand and pointed, and the letter flew over under an invisible force and fell straight into Madame Camilla's hands.

The mark on the hot lacquer wax seal is a triangular mark with slightly complicated vine-like patterns and high elf language. Naifie stared at it curiously...

"Article is faith."

Nafi saw this sentence clearly, but she felt confused: she knew that her mother was an "arcane", but she had never heard of anyone who had contacted her mother in such an incredible way...

And...what does that triangle mark represent?

Mrs. Camilla ignored Nefi's doubts. After gently opening the letter, her expression became more serious...Nefei was clever and immediately noticed the problem. She put down the bread in her hand and asked: "Mom."

"puff"

The letter in Camilla's hand split into dust in a bang. She suddenly stood up, looked at the familiar scenery around her in a daze, and stared at her daughter who was sitting on the chair and blinking curiously, and involuntarily showed a worried and reluctant expression...

"Mom, what happened?"

"I..." Mrs. Camilla was a rare speech, but reason made her take a deep breath. After removing all the unnecessary emotions, she replied somewhat awkwardly: "Mom is going out..."

"A trip to the far door is very far away."

She looked at Nafi's expression that was gradually showing her fearful face, and her conscience spread uncontrollably. Camilla wanted to say that I won't go, I'll stay here with you for the rest of my life... But when the words came to her mouth, they became the last instruction: "I don't know when I will come back, so next, Nafi, you'll... be... "

“…Living alone.”

Nafi opened her mouth slightly and stared at her mother, as if she had no idea that her mother wanted to "abandon" her.

The daughter's expression made Camilla heartbroken. She felt that her fingertips even pierced into her palms, but the command of the letter was the meaning of her existence-Camilla could not violate it at all.

"I will ask Uncle Sam to take good care of your life... all the books I left for you must study hard... Me, I..."

Camilla closed her mouth, because her voice choked and she couldn't speak any more.

Nafi's eyes were red, and tears were falling down her cheeks, but she did not cry and make a fuss, but jumped off the bench, reached out to hold her mother's hand, and whispered: "Mom, don't cry, I will be obedient."

The mature performance of her daughter made Camilla feel even more uncomfortable, but the order cannot be changed after all... She knows that there is a lot of luck and cannot even give a promise of "I will come back"

The orders were pressed down like a mountain, and she had no room for maneuver. At this time, her condition was closer to preparing a "will": Camilla hurriedly found the Sam and his wife, explained the fact that she wanted to leave, and then turned around and left after hugging Nefi, choking from beginning to end without saying more words.

"Mom, where are you going..."

Looking at her mother's back in the cold wind, Nafi finally couldn't help crying, but Camilla could never tell her where she was going in her life... Because of the danger there, she would never want her daughter to get involved in this life.

"Is Elson... finally going to wake up again?"

She looked at the forests that stretched west and sighed softly.

At the same moment, Roddy was looking at the leather armor placed on the table in front of him with some excitement.

With the help of Su Lun, the two finally finished making two sets of leather armors. Compared with the previous "Saberker Set", these two sets of leather armors are absolutely countless times stronger. Because of the improvement of level and Su Lun's "tanning", they can be called real "magic equipment"

Nata's equipment is called "Acupuncturer Set", while Roddy's set is called "Beast Controller Set"

Roddy always felt that this name was a bit ironic to him - the snapping turtle "Nokia" he brought along the way was lying on the desk at this time. Sulun, who was unaware of it, still thought it was a stone.

In Roddy's eyes, Nokia's current role is roughly the same as a "paperweight", which is too far from the word "big beast" - it is estimated that in another 40 or 50 years, it will be called a "big beast"?

There is really no hope... Fortunately, the magic pet can find three after level increase, and this guy... I really don't have hope.

Su Lun, who was standing beside him, looked at the finished products with a radiant look, and his sense of accomplishment was beyond words, but Roddy sat there in a daze.

Because he couldn't help but recall the last time he made a complete set of "magic equipment".

I can still remember it at this time because the place where Roddy made the equipment was in the remote and remote village of Mogra - I remember when I was happily wearing the equipment on my body, the little witch with fiery red hair circled around me several times, and asked with bright eyes: "I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

Roddy smiled shyly at that time, and a faint joy was hidden in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

"If you look at it this way, you're pretty handsome."

"Let's go, don't show off. To celebrate your making these equipment, can I eat your roasted rabbit meat for dinner? Can you?"
Chapter completed!