"An Fei, what are you doing?" Ernest walked out from behind the bushes and looked at An Fei curiously.

An Fei got a big pot from somewhere and made a simple stove with stones. The fire under the stove was burning strongly, but there was no water in the pot, all of which were tiny gray-white stones. An Fei was still holding a piece of iron rod and stirring it in the pot.

"A little bit of stuff." An Fei smiled and said, "Uncle Ernest, why didn't I see you yesterday? I've been looking for you in your room several times, and you are not here."

"Yesterday you asked the little girl to send me the letter, and the letter said that you are in trouble. The trouble must be solved in time. It is useless to avoid it, so I asked Chris to come to you, so he can protect you if something happens, and I have been following you secretly."

"What about that night?"

"I walked around here a few times to see if there were any suspicious people in the evening." Ernest smiled.

"Nothing was found?"

Ernest shook his head: "I didn't even see my personal shadow."

"That may... I'm too suspicious, haha." An Fei had decided to solve the problem himself, and it was not that true that he was always protected.

"No!" Ernest showed a smiley expression: "Do you still remember being at the Rose House Hotel?"

"Remember, that night was dangerous!"

"You told Thor that night before going to bed, saying that something was wrong with you, right?"

"Well...yes, I felt that day..."

"You don't have to explain anything to me. There is no need, I believe you." Ernest smiled: "So after receiving your letter, I was very nervous. If it weren't for the real trouble, you wouldn't have specifically asked me for help."

An Fei no longer said anything. No matter what thanks he said at this time, it seems empty and hypocritical.

"An Fei, what are you doing?" Ernest's eyes fell into the iron pot.

"I'll know then." An Fei smiled mysteriously and poured all the powder in the pot into a small iron pot that had been prepared.

"You kid..." Ernest smiled and shook his head: "Hmm? An Fei, what are you picking those flowers?"

“I like the fragrance of this flower.”

Ernest grabbed a handful of withered petals and sent them under his nose to smell it: "Scent? Why can't I smell it?"

"Uncle Ernest, your nose is not very good, right?"

"Nonsense!" Ernest threw the petals aside: "When you have this time, practice magic more, why do you collect petals everywhere like a little girl?!"

"These petals are good for the human body!" An Fei rolled his eyes.

"There is a big benefit. If you like the fragrance of flowers, why don't you buy some perfume!" Ernest slowly stood up: "Get up, let me see what you have...panshan Gun!"

"Uncle Ernest, I'm busy here. Is tomorrow good?" An Fei smiled bitterly, then picked up all the petals that Ernest threw away, placed them on the stone, and crushed them on the petals with an iron rod.

"It's mysterious, I think you are qualified to be an alchemist." Ernest sat down helplessly.

An Fei smiled, without replying, and continued his work with concentration.

"An Fei, starting today, let's send you to school. Don't worry, I will follow you in the dark."

"Chris Ding has agreed to pick me up." An Fei smiled.

"Yeah." Ernest nodded: "Chris Tsing is a good kid."

It was not until breakfast that An Fei's work came to an end. He carefully packed everything. Ernest didn't figure out what An Fei's use was to make these things. He tried it a few times, but An Fei just didn't say it, and Ernest was too lazy to ask again in the end.

Chris Ding usually meditates until late at night, so he gets up very late in the morning. He basically didn't eat breakfast a few times, but he got up early today. He did not forget his promise to An Fei.

Before leaving the door, An Fei and Ernest had a few secret conversations, and then stepped out of the house with Chris Ding. The journey was safe and sound. He had seen the gate of the Magic Academy ahead. An Fei couldn't help feeling a little disappointed: "Chris Ding, you go back first, it seems that there is nothing wrong today."

"Okay, be careful yourself." Chris Ting nodded.

At this moment, a quarrel suddenly broke out in front of him, a woman with light green hair and a very graceful back, and a tall man with a long sword around his waist shouted and scolded in the street.

No matter where you are, there is always a shortage of people watching the fun. In a moment, a circle of people surrounded the man and woman.

"Are you guys, follow me?"

"Go to die, you trash! Don't bother me!!"

"You fucking say it again?"

"So what if I say it?!"

The couple was quarreling, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more tense. The people watching the fun were talking and laughing in a low voice, either guessing the reason or talking about the woman's figure and appearance. It was nothing to do with it, and hanging up high seemed to be the life principle of most people in various planes. In the end, only a very honest high-level swordsman walked into the field and tried his best to persuade the couple.

An Fei and Chris Ding also got into the crowd, but there was only a small episode. After Chris Ding squeezed into the front, before he could stand firm, An Fei pulled him around the field for a half-way round, just in front of several female students in the Magic Academy, which made the female students roll their eyes at An Fei's back. The crowd has become denser now, and they can't change the place, so they have to raise their toes to watch the fun.

The quarrel between the men and women became more and more intense. Unexpectedly, the woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful face was very violent. After cursing, she drew out her long sword with her backhand and leaped towards the man's chest.

The man was very strong and had a very fast reaction speed. He took a step sideways in time, just avoiding the woman's sword. Then he hit the woman's back heavily, or rather, pushing her heavily.

The woman's sword stabbed into the air, unable to control her body, and continued to sprint forward, but was pushed by the man in the back. She sprinted faster. At the point of the sword, An Fei was standing in front of the crowd.

For An Fei who entered the state of war, nothing was unexpected! Assassination and counter-assassination, stalking and counter-stalking, An Fei was very slippery in this regard and had extremely rich experience. When encountering any abnormal situation, he would immediately be energetic and would never be careless at all.

While the woman drew her sword, An Fei had already grabbed the paper bag in his belt with his left hand, and threw out the simple magic wand with his right hand, and then threw out the paper bag. In the eyes of others, the magic apprentice was frightened by the unexpected situation. Not only did he throw out the magic wand, but he also threw away the gadgets he carried with him. He did not consider whether he could hurt people or whether he could save himself. It was a completely instinctive reaction.

The woman's sword edge was less than two meters away from An Fei's chest. At this moment, she showed a fierce murderous intent in her eyes. The man drew his sword and followed the woman's side. The high-level swordsman who was trying to fight was revealed and rushed towards An Fei from the side. Obviously, this was three insurances. One made a mistake and there was another one, and the next one failed. There was a third person!

An Fei practiced hard for a long time, and the small fireball that could be instantly and silently finally showed its power. An Fei waved his palm and a small fireball rushed towards the paper bag in the air, which was much faster than the small fireball released by an ordinary magic apprentice.

With a bang, the paper bag was smashed by a fireball, and the quicklime inside turned into a cloud of smoke, covering all the three people rushing towards him.

An Fei changed his position without purpose. Behind him was a real female student from the Magic Academy. He didn't have to worry about attacks from behind. Moreover, it was a windfall, which ensured that quicklime would not fall on him.

The man and the woman didn't know what An Fei threw out. When they saw An Fei's small fireball fell, they laughed at An Fei in their hearts. They were not afraid of sprinting forward, and then they let out shrill screams one after another. Seeing that his companion Mo Mingqi screamed, the high-level swordsman behind hurriedly stabilized his body, took a few steps in a row, and looked at the situation ahead nervously.

Chris Ting's reaction speed was much slower than An Fei. At this time, he had just instantly fired a preliminary lightning bolt, hitting the woman who was rushing in front. The woman was rubbing her eyes desperately, seeing nothing, and even forgot to protect her body with fighting spirit. She felt her whole body numb and she couldn't help but fall to the ground. The man rushed forward like a donkey blindfolded with his eyes, and happened to trip on the woman's calf. With a plop, he fell to the ground.

Chris Ding was buffered and chanted a spell loudly. An Fei took out a paper bag from his arms and threw it at the high-level swordsman with his hand.

At this moment, the high-level swordsman had realized that his companion must have been injured by the "dust" thrown out by the other party. Seeing An Fei throwing out another paper bag, and a person at the level of a first-level magician chanting spells. He knew that this operation had failed, so he dared not stay where he was. He turned around and waved his sword to rush towards the crowd.

The crowd exploded with a loud noise and ran around, giving way to the high-level swordsman. At this time, Chris Ding had finished reciting the spell, waved his magic wand forward, and an arc fell in the air, slashing straight towards the high-level swordsman.

The high-level swordsman was very alert and raised his hand and threw his sword into the air. Lightning hit the sword just in time, and it slashed the sword and penetrated it to the ground. Fortunately, it didn't hurt anyone.

In a normal duel, the warrior cannot throw his weapons out, otherwise he will not be able to continue fighting even if he escapes for a while. However, he has already started to escape and naturally he does not need to worry too much.

Chris gritted his teeth and prepared to cast his magic again, but the high-level swordsman had already rushed into a shop and disappeared in a flash.

"Chasing!" Chris shouted.
Chapter completed!