What's the name of this team?

"Sir Elder, I am the captain of the fifth team of the second team, Wright and Harmans."

Seeing me looking stunned and confused, this clever young man didn't think so. I think she must have been used to the old drunkard's style, but she never remembers people's names.

Although I wanted to ask something from this soldier named Wright, considering that he was just a squad leader, he probably didn’t know much. After a few pleasantries, I said goodbye and strode away from the teleportation square.

came out, vaguely, I felt that when this situation occurred, it should be that the miser led their group of research madmen to fiddle with something from the design paper of optimizing the long-distance transmission scroll given by Tarasha. He swore at the time that

It will take about a year to thoroughly study it, and now it has been more than half a year. The accident just now must be a partial result of the research in all likelihood.

I must have become the first guinea pig to use this semi-improved remote teleportation station. Thinking of this, I can't help but sweat. If I want to say what is the most untrustworthy thing in Rogge's camp, one is the old drunkard.

Talking nonsense, the other is the research results of the miser. Should I be glad that I have not been transported to another world? No, maybe I am already in another dark plane now...

After leaving the square, I greeted familiar people all the way, and soon returned to my little home in the Mages Guild. Ah, little Willas, little Sarah, and my precious daughter, I'm back.

I opened the tent door, but no one was there. I opened the door, but there was still no one. It was strange. Where had everyone gone? I suddenly clapped my hands. Oh, they should all be in the training camp. It happens to be afternoon now. Most likely.

Vilas at home may also be studying hard.

After wandering around the Mage Guild, under the guidance of a certain mage, I finally found Vilas in the open space behind the guild. Oh, it’s not bad to be a miser. Not only did I open a small stove for Vilas alone, but I also opened a training ground.

It's personal. Seeing that he has good intentions, I'll just check off the previous account... and drop one-tenth of it.

"drink--"

Willas, who is usually as kind and docile as a reindeer, is now surrounded by a faint layer of thunder. Her delicate little face, which always has a gentle smile, now shows a completely different serious look. She lets out a sweet drink and lingers.

The thunder and lightning on her body began to slowly concentrate on her hands. After about five or six seconds, a thunderball the size of a table tennis ball had gathered in her palm, and a layer of crystal sweat was faintly reflected from the corners of her hair.

It seemed that it had reached its limit. With a gentle push of the jade hand, the small thunder ball in the palm of the hand turned into a white light and penetrated into the ground. Then it turned into an electric arc and flashed through. In an instant, it hit the target more than ten meters away, followed by an explosion.

, the wooden target was immediately blown into several pieces.

Well, this should be the mage's first-level electric charge bomb, but the power is much weaker, and if it is used by a real mage, even the first-level one can produce three arcs...

Vilas, who was fully focused, did not notice my arrival. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves, took several deep breaths, raised her hands again, and her body flashed with lightning again.

"..."

I just watched quietly as Vilas worked hard. Even when she was practicing, she was still wearing the hard-working maid uniform, as if she was ready to go home to wash and cook at any time.

My vision blurred unconsciously. How many times had I been touched by this girl? It was not the first time, and it was definitely not the last time. When I recalled every detail of my contact with Vilas, my heart always felt sweet.

, and then there was a burst of guilt. She had paid too much for herself and this family. She had abandoned the peaceful life she longed for, and left her only relative. She was taking care of everything in the family. It seemed that every time I thought of

What, she has already prepared it for me. In addition, she must also find time to practice magic...

When the second arc was swung out, in a blur, I had already walked behind Vilas, and gently hugged her petite body from behind. How many burdens were carried on these weak shoulders?
Chapter completed!