Griffith's heart surged with fear and panic, making him want to escape from here now. It is said that the Extraordinary's perception and mental power have sensed some kind of danger and are giving hints to his body. Kroger ate Griffith's food to himself, completely ignoring the dangerous forest that was so close at hand.

"Then I'll take my leave, Mr. Kroger, we have a bedtime request," Griffith waved to the giant. "I'll bring you more wine later."

"That's good!" Kroger hurriedly jumped up from the seat and took out two large pumpkins from the corner. "These are for you to eat."

"Thank you," Griffith thought for a while, looking at the big pumpkin he could barely hold, "do you know where there are grapes around here?"

...

In the far east, where supplies were scarce, Griffith had two years of misery. As the front continued eastward, the road became more and more difficult, and supplies became scarcer day by day.

Although the salaries of armored cavalrymen are higher than that of ordinary legionnaires, they are not much higher. It is not uncommon for them to be unable to afford all kinds of necessities such as toothbrushes and changing clothes in extremely expensive battlefields.

It was during this period that Griffith learned a little trick. When he traveled with Miss Elf before, he didn't have a chance to try, and when he returned to Bayeran, he was strictly controlled by the Earl's House. Now he has a chance.

Holding Kroger's big pumpkin, Griffith sneaked into a vineyard. He pulled out a washed dagger and dug a hole in the middle of the pumpkin, took out the soft pouch but left the lid, and made two pumpkin jars.

The summer sea breeze blows through the low-hanging vines, pushing the tantalizing aroma of clusters of crystal-clear purple fruits. Griffith picked the fullest bunches of grapes and threw one of each bunch into his mouth.

The sweet and full taste immediately fills the mouth, and the just right sweetness and moisturizing are really memorable.

Although he had violated the rules of sleeping, Griffith calmly ran to a nearby well with a large pumpkin full of grapes, washed the grapes with cool well water and placed them on the ventilated slate. Let it dry, squeeze the pieces into the pumpkin and stir, and finally close the cover of the pumpkin and put it in a cool and ventilated place.

After 20 days of standing in this way, the grape pomace is filtered out, and the red liquid that is tempting crime can be obtained - wine.

Unlike traditional brewing methods, the wines brewed in Kroger's pumpkin are sure to be more mellow and sweet.

In the East, bootlegging was a serious violation of discipline. But the violations of discipline in that remote and dangerous ghost place were gone, and the military police couldn't handle it at all.

The wine made by the assault cavalry was packed in the big pumpkin, and it was placed grandly on the marching carriage, pretending it was lunch. When the supplies are scarce, a glass of sweet wine can soothe the tension and calm the minds of the soldiers who have just retired from the bloody battle, so that they will not be distorted by the madness seen on the battlefield.

If such a fine wine is packed in a small leather bag and carried around, it is hard currency that can be exchanged for all kinds of good things!

Griffith licked his lips. He was going to find a chance to brew some wine every few days and hide it. When the wine is ready, he will use it to exchange precious plants and minerals on the edge of the Whispering Forest with Kroger, or exchange some money and intelligence with the boys.

He noticed it when he was eating just now. Although the dinner at Homonwarts was delicious, the drinks provided to everyone were only light sparkling wine and rum. It is impossible for those students who are greedy in Bayeran to buy red wine in the school, let alone the wine bought from nearby towns.

Money is very important! Books, experimental materials, necessary clothes, and possible enchanted weapons and equipment all cost money. Well, this is a small amount of money, and it is really impossible to save a little. But if there is a chance, you can ask Galadia to have dinner on the day off,I heard that there are good theaters in the small towns outside the school; in December, the Frost Festival is to exchange gifts, and Sonia estimates that there will be a copy, and there will be many festivals and celebrations after the New Year...

The salary and allowances of more than 100 Yinlang per month are simply unstoppable!

The thought of his meager salary and school expenses gave Griffith a nervous toothache.

Well now, there is one more way to make money!

...

After fiddling with the pumpkins and grapes, Griffith slipped quietly to the bedroom, ready to have a good dream of hard work and riches.

The Homonwarts schoolhouse is ancient and elegant, with hanging corridors and steps connecting the halls, towers and attics. Records dating back hundreds of years can be seen on columns, handrails and door frames, and a simple patio has many stories.

Students must return to the dormitory after ten o'clock at night, and offenders will be punished with varying degrees of punishment. However, from Kroger's hut to the vineyard, and all the way to the boys' dormitory, Griffith did not see the patrolling professors and prefects at all. Instead, there were several figures wearing senior insignia in the quiet corner. I don't know what to do.

Griffith scurried through several lounges and living rooms, then jumped over the wall to a patio, where he was about to go straight back to the room.

Suddenly, he noticed that three figures were sitting on the sofa in the corner not far away, one of them was Fisher with a proud look, and the other two were freshmen from other colleges.

"There are many mages here, but you will soon discover that the blood between wizards and wizards cannot be generalized. Some people are born noble. Yes, they are wizards, and only the uninitiated commoners call themselves mages."

Fisher tore open a pouch and pulled out a frog-like piece of chocolate. The cocoa fruit and sweets from the elves seem to have become popular in the human world. His friends nodded and stared at the snacks.

Maybe I shouldn't bother them. Griffith thought about it for a while, and prepared to bypass the neighborhood.

At this moment, a person walked in the dark corridor. His steps were light, but his stature and bearing were extraordinary, with the grace of an impeccable aristocrat.

"Aaron!"

The three Fisher, who saw the silhouette, blurted out.

Aaron? Griffith immediately hid in the dark.

The boy with blond hair and red eyes always wore a restrained and elegant smile during the dinner party. He didn't talk to his classmates, but just sipped his wine and listened to everyone's conversations quietly. The talent hat went crazy while testing him, causing an insignificant commotion, and the professors just smiled and shook their heads.

However, at this moment, his restrained temperament disappeared, and he folded his arms and looked down at Fisher and his friends, and there was a breathtaking light in his red eyes.

"Give me your chocolate frog."

The smile on Fisher's face disappeared, and it was obvious that he wanted to make friends with this famous person.

"Oh, oh, really, it's not a good thing to have blood and energy, but my family is..."

Fisher's words were muffled. A hand grabbed his front teeth and slammed it hard!

The front teeth fell in response, and Master Fisher's mouth suddenly gushed with blood.

"Ah!" The two freshmen standing aside screamed in fear that only little boys have.

Griffith was stunned. This beautiful boy who looks quiet and elegant actually has another mask in private.

"Don't wait," Aaron shouted. "Bring it here! It's as respectful as a maid serving wine and caviar to first-class guests!"

His majesty is like punishing the vassal king, even the scolding has a mesmerizing inimitable tone.

Fisher covered his mouth, widened his eyes and trembled to express his fear.

"It's you! Aaron Lundiros, you defeated that person! You are the boy who survived!" a boy exclaimed in hindsight, turning around and running away.

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron grabbed him, twisted his nose bone and threw it back to the place.

Fischer de Aigu completely forgot that he had tried to befriend Aaron before the dinner party, knelt down with his friends, blood and snot and tears, and put the chocolate frog and other snacks respectfully. at Aaron's feet.

"Is it the Aiju family? It can still be useful."

Aaron lowered his eyes: "I am a wizard destined to rule the world, and it is your luck to meet me here. As long as you obey me, Fisher de Aigu, I promise you that you will have powers you never dreamed of. "

"Yes, yes! Lord Aaron!"

Fisher covered his bleeding mouth, and crawled at Aaron's feet with a terrified vibrato.

Aaron withdrew his captivating gaze, turned his head slightly and swept across the dark corner. Griffith had just left from there.

Can you do this? Griffith was no stranger to the scene before him, but it all happened in an army of power and a chaotic slum. In that place, clarifying the inferior and the strong is the first priority.

Unexpectedly, Bayeran and Homonwarts also abide by this set of rules. Even among the young nobles of the upper class, they have begun to establish their own order from the first day they met?

...

The next morning, with a thick book in his hand, Griffith wandered around the hall downstairs in his bedroom with mixed emotions. When the first rays of sunlight lit up the colorful glass windows, the well-dressed elf had come downstairs.

"Hey! Did you sneak up last night!?" Galadia's thin eyebrows stood up, "You have a sweet scent on your body! Why don't you take me with you!"

It was Griffith's first morning at Homonwarts.

The morning light shone through the thin mist and cast a soft glow on the sea-facing cliffs and cloisters on the east side of Homonwarts. Most of the students have not left the room, only the two who got up early enjoyed the quiet atmosphere on the corridor. The pleasant sea breeze, with the charming taste unique to the morning, gently blew through the soft long skirt of the elf girl.

Two years ago, Griffith left the Junior Sergeant School and was drafted to the East. Suddenly one day, he got rid of the terrible battlefield on the Eastern Front, and even the corridors and rooms he walked through were filled with a comfortable coolness and a faint fragrance.

After two years of bloody battles, Griffith felt that the way he picked up his textbooks and walked again was a little weird, as if he was not holding a handout of an introduction to magic, but holding a shield facing the enemy.

"Huh~?" Galadia turned her head to look at Griffith, who was restrained but tall, "You look good in your academy uniform~ Although it's a little uncomfortable, but, um, still It's pretty airy."

"Really?" Griffith's eyes lit up. "It doesn't feel right when I wake up in the morning, and then I wear the mail under the uniform and I feel a lot better."

While speaking, the apprentice knight slapped his chest and made a dull sound.

"You..." Galadia curled her lips, "Are you still carrying a short sword and a dagger?"

"One short sword, two daggers," Griffith pointed to his waist and boots, rather regretfully, "It's a pity that if you wear more, you will be seen."

Homonwarts strictly forbids Shutorals to carry weapons to study, and it was reiterated at the dinner yesterday. The wand is the only permissible prop, if you don't have a wand or can't use it, pretend you have a wand around your waist.

This is partly because most weapons have varying degrees of negative impact on the use of magic, and partly because this is the best high school of magic in the kingdom, and it is neither safe nor decent to carry sharp weapons.

"It's disgraceful~" Galadia took out her wand made from the core of the windy oak and tapped the apprentice knight on the head, "You are so stubborn, you must fail in spell learning. "

"Spellcraft is my audition class, it doesn't count as a credit, and it doesn't affect graduation," Griffith said in a very good mood, "I found that only Introduction to Magic and Elementary Studies of Dark Magic are required this semester, both of which are theoretical courses. Casting spells, there is no problem at all."

"Hmph~" Galadia snorted softly, as if she was saying wait and see. The elf's footsteps were light and dexterous. If it wasn't for the first time, Griffith suspected that she would jump on the handrail of the corridor and jump all the way from the 100-meter cliff.

...

The first class of the more than 800 first-year freshmen was Introduction to Magic, which lasted from 8:00 in the morning to 11:30 noon, taking up a dreadful four hours. Due to the large number of people, the four colleges had to teach separately.

Whether you are a noble or commoner, apprentice wizard or apprentice knight, all young people entering Homonwarts have to study this course step by step.

The classroom was arranged as a long, downward-sloping staircase, and 150 students from the entire first year of Minerva College sat in front of the podium. Each row is a long curved table with an aisle between every three seats.

The lively classroom is like a vegetable market in the early morning.

The bell of eight o'clock had just struck, and a professor wrapped in a black robe stepped on the clock and appeared at the door of the classroom, and swept the students with cold eyes. His black hair fell neatly to his shoulders, and his dignified face was pale and serious, like a vampire eating garlic. If it weren't for his expressionless face, and the fact that he didn't pay attention to maintenance as he got older, he would still be considered handsome.

"I am Lordes Basilico Listener, and in this classroom, I demand, absolute order."