Vivien felt like she had slept for a long, long time, and very comfortably, and in her memory, she hadn't slept so comfortably for a long, long time. There is no need to worry about not being able to breathe all the time, no longer afraid that there will be no chance to see the sun rising the next day, just close your eyes and go into the deepest sleep, so that the brain, let the spirit get the best rest, and let the tired mind be reborn in sleep.

In a deep sleep, Vivien seemed to have a dream, in which she seemed to be back to the autumn when she was six years old, the last time she enjoyed happiness. She once again returned to the small courtyard in her memory, holding a thick magic book in her hand, facing the gaze of an ordinary child looking at a monster, reading quietly in the sun, her fleshy little hands occasionally sliding in the air according to the contents of the book, and her fingertips sometimes appeared with a ball of pulsating elements.

Perhaps after reading a chapter, the six-year-old raised her head and stared blankly into the distance, her longing gaze fell on the top of the towering Star Tower in the mage area in the distance, where the world of her dreams was. Outside the courtyard, a few neighbor's children ran over laughing like idiots, waking her up from their longing, glancing at a few children with disdain, Vivien let out a cold snort from her nose, how can these vulgar mortals know the charm of magic and knowledge They will only foolishly waste their time, live in ignorance, and finally die in ignorance. Ignorance is the sorrow of most people, and I will not be like them, because I am a genius, the youngest professional in the Holy Capital.

The autumn breeze blew and lifted the little girl's shawl hair, and Vivien tucked her blue hair behind her ears to stop the mischievous hair from distracting her from absorbing knowledge and turning her gaze back to the thick spell book. She hadn't left the yard for a long time, and she didn't seem to have any interest in other activities other than sitting in the yard reading a book. If it were possible, she would rather sit motionless in the same position for months, provided that she was given enough new knowledge, of course. In the face of other children laughing at her for her laziness and withdrawal, the little girl always smiled coldly, and only looked at these poor, ignorant ordinary people with pity, such mercy was exclusive to the arrogant mage, but also to the genius among the mages.

But. After all, Vivien is only a six-year-old child, and no matter how mature she is, she will have the expectations that are unique to children. In order for her to be able to learn and carry out magic without any estimates, the parents of low-level professionals are very busy working every day, just to earn more money and buy more real materials for her. The mature Vivian understands her parents' feelings very well and is grateful for her parents' love for her, but there is always some expectation in her young heart. I look forward to the opportunity to hang out with my parents and spend a happy day together. However, she would never say such expectations, she knew it. Her parents are already working hard, so she is never willing to add another pressure to her parents.

"Vivien, Vivien. A childish girl's voice came from outside the courtyard: "Come out and take a walk, you've been at home for five days." If you stay any longer, your body will rust, come out quickly, the harvest festival will start in a few days. There are a lot of merchants in the city, and they have brought a lot of interesting things, so let's go and see them together. ”

Vivien frowned, looking at the little figure in the doorway with a little impatience, and like her, it was a very strange girl. The little girl lives in a very large mansion, she should be a declining nobleman, and her usual posture and etiquette are impeccable, and her manners, behaviors, and clothing are matched, each with an elegant demeanor, and everything makes the girls in the neighborhood envious. Such a girl should have been very popular, but only this girl is not very approachable, because her favorite is not dolls, nor eyebrow pencil mirrors and other things that girls should like, what she longs for is not to become the most dazzling storage at the ball, to become the center of all boys' eyes, she likes sharp swords and strong shields, and she longs to become a knight who represents justice and goodness. Such preferences and goals form a strong contrast with her elegant demeanor, which is difficult to accept. And she doesn't just like it, it is said that she has begun formal knight training, and once she breaks through the boundaries between ordinary people and professionals, she can become a real knight and embark on the road of knighthood.

Maybe it's because both of them are weirdos, maybe because both of them are far more mature than their peers, maybe it's because neither of them is very popular with their peers, but anyway, the relationship between the two little girls is getting better and better, if Vivien doesn't need to go to the Mage Tower to ask questions and leaves her home one day, it must be because of the invitation of this little girl who dreams of becoming a knight.

"Catherine, can't you let me read a book quietly" Vivien complained childishly, but still opened the courtyard door: "I'm reading Master Camiler's Potions, and you've just read the best part of it." ”

Young Catherine's black hair was coiled on her head, wearing a long white dress that was not gorgeous but very decent, and she walked into the courtyard like a princess with elegant steps, took Vivien's hand, and said to her with a warm but not abrupt smile: "When I came to you three days ago, you said so, this time I can't let you continue like this, if you are always so bored at home, sooner or later you will be sick." When the time comes, the body will be rusty, and it will be like those rusty puppets in the puppet factory in the East District, and it will no longer be able to move. So you have to hang out with me this time, and don't forget that my aunt and uncle said that if they're not at home, you'll have to listen to me. And I'm a sister, even if my uncle and aunt are at home, you should listen to me. ”

"I don't rust, I'm a genius, and I'm not a metal golem, how can I be as immobile as them. Vivian shook her head dissatisfiedly and said, "Tomorrow, let me watch it for another day, and I'll go out with you tomorrow." ”

"No, I can't. Catherine straightened up her little face with baby fat, and said in a serious and stern tone: "As a person of faith, we can't put off everything until tomorrow, today's things must be completed today, and tomorrow will have tomorrow's things." If we can't do this, we will wait until tomorrow, and we will eventually not be able to accomplish anything, and when we are old, we will have to lie on the hospital bed and regret it, well, maybe even regret it will have to wait until tomorrow. So"

"I know, I know, stop nagging, can't I go" Vivien muttered a few words impatiently, but still obediently went back to the house to change into a special trumpet mage robe, and took Catherine's arm and walked out of the house together. Although the little girl always dislikes Catherine and is nagging and annoying, she actually likes this young lady very much, if it was other children who disturbed her like this, she would have been thrown out of the door with magic a long time ago, and only Catherine could enjoy such friendly treatment.

Seeing that Vivien had finally compromised, Catherine's little face walked out of the courtyard of Vivian's house with the most graceful gesture with an expression of victory that she had won, while Vivien followed behind with a sharp, wide-brimmed mage hat, her helpless expression was covered by the wide hat, revealing only her pursed mouth.

But after all, she was still a child, and within a few minutes of going out, Vivien left her complaints and unhappiness behind. As Catherine said, as the harvest festival approached, a large number of merchants passed through the holy capital, and the goods they carried were also diverse, and the little girl was dazzled by it, and felt that her eyes were no longer enough. Even if a genius child encounters novelty, curiosity and possessiveness are the same, just half a street away, two little girls each hold a handful of interesting small goods, these things may add up to less than a silver coin, but for children, it is full of temptation.

She was immersed in a warm dream, walking through the holy capital of her memory with her favorite sister, but Vivien's dream suddenly collapsed, turning into pieces that exploded in her consciousness. A sensation that had never been felt before enveloped Vivien's consciousness, and in her sleeping dreams, the mage girl felt the horror of this feeling.

It was a feeling that could not be described in words, pain, despair, horror, sadness, joy, joy, all feelings, all the feelings seemed to merge together, stirring so hard in her brain that she could not relax for a moment. Even in her dreams, the sensation was so clear and intense that she wanted to scream and struggle like crazy, but she couldn't wake up from the dream at all. In the dream, the mage girl's consciousness is in an intermediate state of wakefulness and sleep, and her mind is completely unable to control itself. She instinctively wanted to break free from this pain that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, but because of the confusion of her thinking, she had no choice but to rush around in her consciousness in vain, but she could not get rid of this feeling of trouble.

In the real world, if anyone could observe her, they could see that her body was still asleep, calm as a stone statue, without any painful reactions. But in her mental world, due to the stimulation of this constant strange feeling, it was like setting off the strongest storm, which made her feelings change drastically, and at the same time, the warm dream could no longer be recovered, and instead it was a terrible nightmare, enough to make her more painful, more desperate, the most terrifying nightmare in her memory. To be continued

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