MTL - Close Combat Mage-Chapter 11 Great goal

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It ’s not difficult to say meditation, it ’s not easy to say, everyone can do it, it ’s just a different level, the lowest level, one hour of meditation can only be equivalent to an hour of sleep for ordinary people, as the level increases The level of meditation is also different. The higher the level, the better the quality of rest and the faster the recovery.

So far, Soga has not learned meditation. Although he can learn spells, his mental strength is too weak to be able to enter the state of meditation. Basically, once he has learned meditation, he is upgraded from a magical apprentice. Became a trainee magician.

What Soga was about to say was actually a break, but when it was transmitted outside, it became meditation. Although it was only a vocabulary change, there was no doubt that Soga's image immediately rose to shore. At this moment, He is no longer a magic apprentice, but a magician!

After a full rest hour, Soga reluctantly regained his spirit and began to perform moisturization again. In this way, throughout the day, Soga gave a rest and rested until sunset. All the talents were not She broke up and went home.

Weary tied the two chairs together, resisted walking towards the house on my shoulders, and held the big bundle of white cloth between my hands. Although we were dying, but felt the heavy gold coins in my arms, my heart was satisfied, Nothing can be compared.

From the beginning to the end of the day, Soga performed moisturization for 176 people. While harvesting a lot of money, Soga also was pleasantly surprised to find that his mental strength had grown slightly, and the last rest was over. Later, Soga even performed 25 moisturizing surgeries in one breath. This progress is not ordinary.

The harvest is not just these. Throughout the day, Soga successfully performed 176 moisturizing techniques. These successful experiences are exactly the most precious wealth of a mage. Since history, how many mages are because there is no Successfully cast a spell and died. This is no longer counted.

The only way for a mage to master a spell is to release the spell again and again, and accumulate all the experiences of success and failure. When they turn the spell into a kind of instinct, the mind is willing When you move, when you move manually, you will not fail.

Moreover, the more successful the cast, the deeper the understanding of this spell is. After reaching a certain level, it is not impossible to create magic, and there are no fewer than a thousand kinds of recorded magic in history. It's a pity that all the magic of home-made magic has a characteristic that it can't be copied! No one but the creator can reproduce them, which represents a mage's understanding and knowledge of magic, which is unique.

Resisting the table and returning to the door of the house, because both hands were full of things and unable to open the door, helplessly, Soga kicked the door gently with his feet and heard the sound, and the mother quickly opened the door and looked surprised. Soga holding his arms against his shoulders.

For a moment, the woman recovered quickly, and quickly took over the white cloth from Sogawhie: "You child is so naughty, where did you go with the stool? I thought the family was a thief."

Although it is said so, the woman's face did not see any blame, but she groaned. For the son, the woman has always been deeply guilty, and has been sick for three years, leaving the son to play with his partner. In fact, how much she hopes that her son can play lawlessly like other children and return home exhausted. This should be a child deserved.

Putting the white cloth on the bed by hand, the woman washed her towel, lovingly wiped Soga's face, and gently asked, "Where did you play today? Did you play with your classmates?"

Looking at the loving mother, Soga smiled happily. All the hard work is worth it. As long as the mother can smile happily every day, even if she suffers hard, Soga will not complain.

Gently poking his hands into his arms, Soga took out a heavy leather pocket: "Mom, what is this?"

Looking at the leather pocket in Soga's hand in confusion, the woman smiled, thinking that it must be marbles or something, a child, just like these things, his son, finally finally returned to the life of a normal child, No matter how hard and tired you are, it's worth it.

Although she was not interested in children's things, but in order to cooperate with her son, the woman opened her pockets. In order not to disappoint her son, she had planned to pretend to admire those marbles, but what she never expected was to be a bag. When the mouth opened, she was really shocked when the bright golden light came out!

For a long time, the woman closed her pockets fiercely and looked at Soga nervously: "God! Where did you get the money? Don't tell your mother that it was stolen, or your mother will be too disappointed!"

"What! Stolen?" Suga shouted suddenly after listening to her mother's words.

Looking at the son's surprised expression, the mother who knew the son hurriedly covered her mouth. The so-called son is better than the mother. Doesn't she know her son yet? In any case, he would never steal it, but if not, where did the money come from?

In doubt, the woman cautiously said, "Well, my mother knows that Soga will not steal, now you talk about where did the money come from? Don't lie."

Hearing his mother's words, Suga could not help raising her chest proudly, and said, "These money were earned by Suga by his own ability."

"What! I earned it by my ability! How is this possible?" The woman shouted incredulously when she heard what his son said.

Surely nodded, Soga continued: "Yeah, I moved my chair to the street, pulled Bouman, nourished the skin for my sisters and aunts, one gold coin per person, so I had so much money."

When she heard her son's words, the woman was shaken violently, and tears quickly blurred her vision. It turned out ... everything is like this. The money was indeed earned by his own ability, but oh my god, he was just a Only an eight-year-old child, he should have played carefree, but now, he is already thinking of burdening the family.

Holding Soga in her arms, the woman cried, "Child, it's mom who is sorry for you."

Looking at the crying mother, Soga shook her head stubbornly: "No, Mom ... You have given me the best thing. Soga is already a man. Starting today, Mom will take care of Soga. Don't go to work! "

"This ..." After hearing Soga's words, the woman couldn't help hesitating. Although she had to admit that her son did have the ability to take care of her mother, but a twenty-four-year-old woman had to rely on one. It's unacceptable to take care of an eight-year-old child.

Looking at his mother's hesitant expression, Suga said eagerly: "You promise me, mother, every day I see you so tired and eat so much hard, Suga is really sad, Suga can make money, Suga will He will continue to work hard. Soga wants to buy a big house for her mother. Soga wants to buy a lot of good things for her. "

Ha ha……

Listening to the son's words, the woman laughed happily. Although ... God did not give her a responsible husband, but she did not treat her kindly, because God gave her a best son.

Between thoughts, Suga nestled in her mother's arms and longed for her: "Mom should rest well, take good care of her body, and raise her body first. At that time, if mother still wants to do something, Suga has no objection. "

At this point, Soga begged up and looked at her mother and said, "Promise me, Mom, watch Mom work hard day and night. Soga is too painful. Mom has done enough. Then everything is left to Soga. Come on! "

Listening to the son's earnest words, feeling the son's true concern, what else can a woman say? The so-called marrying a husband and deceasing a child is the case in ancient times. Although the son is still young, the child of the poor has become the head of the family. As Soga said, he is already a little man. Since that is the case, she is a mother. What else can we say.

The woman nodded with tears, and with gentle movements, the hot tears finally ran down. With such a good son, this life is worth it.