When Cyril carried the man in a mage robe on his shoulder and moved back to the backyard, the few people present showed an interesting look: the half-ling Fox was frightened and even sat over the small stool. The dwarf Jeff laughed loudly and drank two glasses of wine.

Sogel stood up with surprise on his face, gave his position, and gave Cyril a thumbs up:

"Brother, that's awesome."

"Did I do something special?" Cyril strangely placed the body on his shoulder in Sogel's position. For some reason, this female body looked quite petite, but she felt very heavy when she carried it on her shoulder.

Fortunately, he is now a knight's physique, so moving someone is no problem for him.

I don’t know what is hidden on the other person.

Cyril fell back to his position, and at this time the halfling also got up. He hurriedly poured Cyril a glass of wine, his face full of admiration.

Cyril looked at him strangely. These people had a great "fear" of the mage he carried in, but based on his understanding of this person, it was not reasonable-

Lydia Shelley. If I remember correctly, this should be the name of this mage. She has no outstanding appearance. Cyril just glanced at her. She has an ordinary appearance, with a very ordinary appearance, her brown medium-length hair is a little dry, her cheeks seem to be fleshy, with freckles, and her nose bridge is a bit slim.

It looks exactly the same as the NPC in my memory.

In history, Shelley was born into a businessman family and should be around thirty years old. Not long after she entered the Mage Academy, her chamber of commerce was suppressed by her opponents, and she failed to hold on and went bankrupt. Since then, she has been living an extremely difficult life.

But he would faint on the road, which was something Cyril did not expect.

She did not have particularly strong strength. She died on the day when the capital city was broken in 1448. At that time, she only had the strength of the Fifth Ring Water Mage and failed to break through to the Sixth Ring Road. Compared with the other people at this table, her strength was the lowest.

The reason for choosing her is very simple. First, she and Mia are both water mages, and second, Lydia Shelley is extremely short of money and is poor. It is okay to raise one more teacher with Mia's financial resources.

The third point is the most critical point, she and Mia are "professional" matches.

Cyril was very impressed by Mia. She said that she liked to study something that allows spells to be applied to life, and combined with other methods to make spells not stop at spells.

A large part of the reason why this Lydia Shelley is poor is that she has been conducting research in similar directions, but her works have never been appreciated.

Only some players have purchased some small props she made, such as the inscribed wind-attribute magic array, the small bug used to detect intelligence, or the "stagnant artifact" that can suddenly be discharged when held in her hand, making people awake - of course, this has no effect on players.

Her "works" seem to be full of idleness, but Cyril knows that if the direction she first researched could be invested, then her future may be limitless-

Magic crystal drive armor.

"Has I done something special?" Cyril looked at the people in confusion. The half-ling seemed to realize that he was standing next to the stranger, jumping back like a frightened rabbit. He swung his hands in a hurry and stuttered:

"No, nothing, Lord, you are just your courage..."

"He said you are brave." The dwarf snatched the words bluntly, then picked up the cup, clinked it hard with Cyril, and the wine dripping on the table. He drank the wine in the cup and said generously:

"Young man, yes, do you know who you carried in? The library's masterpiece, Ms. Lydia! My God, she went crazy, that's really... I think you must have never heard her singing, that's a song of death. If Yuanchu Church asked her to sing to the dead, those dead might be able to survive. If she knew that you had hugged her, I don't know how angry she would be..."

As Jeff spoke, he suddenly realized that the other people looked at him with something wrong. He seemed to realize something and quickly stopped his words. But it was too late - Ms. Lydia, who had just fainted at the table and was wearing a hood, had woken up and stared at him.

"When did she wake up?" Jeff swallowed and blinked hard.

"Start with...you said the library's masterpiece." Cyril said with a sympathy.

"Ah, I remembered it. I received a letter from the tribe this morning, and it seemed that I wanted me to go back, so I left first..."

Jeff hurriedly got up, but the lady Lydia had already taken out her staff made of water wood with one move. She waved her hand and wrapped Jeff in it with a light wave.

Her action made Cyril's eyes wide open. At this moment, he finally knew why the few people were so afraid of Lydia. This almost instant four-ring spell "Water Cage Prison" made people have almost no reaction time, and the other party did not need to take any explosive damage skills. Just sing and sang, they could be in pain!

But being able to instantly emit this not-so-simple four-ring spell... Ms. Lydia's strength seems to be stronger than she thought?

Seeing that Lydia opened her mouth and was about to start her singing, Sogel and the halfling turned around and planned to escape. But at this moment, a crisp voice sounded, interrupting Lydia's pre-casting shaking:

"Aren't you hungry? I heard your stomach roaring."

Caroline stood beside Ms. Lydia at some point, with the corners of her mouth and hands greasy, and she pulled the other person's robe with her hands-

"Ah, my clothes!" Lydia screamed. At this time, Cyril heard her voice, and it was not unpleasant, but it was just to look extremely sharp.

But her screams came to an abrupt end. Caroline had already stuffed the roast chicken legs from the other hand into the other person's open mouth. She looked at the chicken legs with regret, curled her lips, and said regretfully:

"I can only eat it for you, my chicken legs, goodbye~"

A "crisis" was resolved in an unexpected way, and the tea party returned to a happy mood. Several wizards discussed recent academic achievements. Each of them majored in different departments, but there would be no academic debate.

Cyril and Caroline looked at me and I looked at you, and were confused when they heard what they couldn't understand at all. In the end, the two chose to bury their heads.

Until the sun was so low that the sun could shine on them from the south, the mages finally had almost finished chatting.

Cyril, who had been silent for a long time, said at this time: "Ms. Lydia, please stay."

"You?" Lydia Shelley raised her eyebrows. She was not very interested in the handsome half-elf boy. She held up the teacup and said impatiently: "I'm very busy. If you have any questions, you should look for Sogel..."

"I have a job with a monthly salary of 50 silver terry, I don't know you..."

"puff!"

Tea spurted out from Ms. Lydia's mouth, her eyes widened, she stood up with a "swish", and her hands slapped on the table, and the high and sharp sound almost pierced the eardrums of everyone present:

"Happy to serve you!"
Chapter completed!