Lu Zongping can indeed learn quickly. After all, he can read words and understand pronunciation. These innate skills give him a huge advantage in communicating and learning languages. However, he is still not willing to speak.

Torril has never regarded him as a dumb. I have to say that it is predictable. Lu Zongping is certainly not a dumb. He just doesn't want to talk. Not talking is mysterious, mysterious is handsome and powerful, and cold, he is such a Odd man, hehe.

No matter what, he likes such a state of speechlessness. Toriel is used to talking to herself by herself, causing her to often fail to realize that Lu Zongping’s silence is an unnatural phenomenon. Perhaps in her thinking, she Treat self-question and self-answer as Lu Zongping's reply.

　　Toril went out. She went out after taking a shower. It is a courtesy to go shopping cleanly.

　　Lu Zongping is very clean and does not need to be washed, but Toril still prepared a full set of bathing tools for him. These things are not easy to buy, and they are some years old.

There is no timer tool in the house, but the time is displayed on the phone. It is ten o’clock in the morning. Toril said that he would be back to prepare lunch for Lu Zongping, telling him not to be impatient. If he is hungry, eat some fruit first, but Please don't eat too much, otherwise you will lose your appetite for lunch.

Toril left the ruins through the passage on the lower level of the hall. She told Lu Zongping not to follow along. It is best to stay at home. She calls from time to time to ask Lu Zongping what he likes to eat and what he wants to buy. .

　　 The boy was always silent, and Aries bought everything he thought was useful.

Lu Zongping flipped through the dictionary and practiced pronunciation secretly. He muttered the vocabulary used in daily communication several times. Toriel interrupted him from time to time on the phone, while Lu Zongping maintained the restraint of his strong: this restrained time is coming. The longer it is, it will soon break through thirty seconds, so that Toril will be very anxious after answering the call.

　　Lu Zongping didn't want to explain, the book said, go your own way, let others say it. Although he suspected that this sentence was not used here, he expressed affirmation of his personality.

　　 After reading a ten-page dictionary, he realized that he had returned from the original farmland to his residence. Lu Zongping had been immersed in thought before for such a long journey, but he didn't notice it. This kind of made the boy feel sad, the excellent tradition was accidentally broken by himself, and Yun Sad, it is very likely that after some time, his powerful and mysterious personality will collapse.

　　Lu Zongping is full of determination because his own people have collapsed.

　　Lu Zongping: -_-

He was lying on the dining table and reading. There was a large bookshelf in the lounge, just east of the fireplace, leaning against the north wall. Toril’s sofa was on the west side of the fireplace, with a back-to-back inclination, and the flame of the fireplace would never go out. In fact, it is the effect of fire magic. You can even put your hand in. At least the fire light is pleasant enough, and there is no such frequent flashing. Lean on the sofa, let the warm and stable fire light illuminate the books in your hand from the side and back, the eyes are bright and the heart warm. Toril lived through the lonely day after day in the underground ruins with such simple happiness.

If it’s not that the boy’s palm is too small to hold the book comfortably, he should try to lie on the sofa and read a book, and now he has to sit at the table well: the table is the place to eat and can even smell When it comes to the remaining odors of food components, these odors constitute the second sensory experience of reading, and always make Lu Zongping associate the words before him with snail pie, butterscotch, strawberry jam and toast. The traces of characters twisted and turned, and while losing their symbolic meaning as information carriers, they broadened the breadth of the information medium as traces of brushes. The text becomes the outline of the painting, and the words are twisted into pie, bread and refreshing melon.

　　Lu Zongping closed the dictionary. He was fed up with his imagination. He planned to go to the bookshelf to select the rest of the books to watch, and even if he was sitting on the floor, he didn't want to be near the dining table and kitchen anymore.

He was curious about mysterious magic in his heart. On the bookshelf, he jumped and looked up books from the leftmost side of the top row. They were basically practical books, mostly recipes and agricultural instructions, and some art. Some books of this kind are travel notes and history, and there is no book directly related to magic.

　　 He took out a copy of "Ancient Global History: Volume One" and read it. It was a big tome and it was a slap thick, more than a thousand pages. The history of the earth, monsters and humans, war, magic and technology.

　　Lu Zongping doesn't understand these grand narratives, nor is he interested, he is just looking for a few words of magic. The origin of magic was in the primitive era. When the ancient sage Plato was in the period, magic was widely exchanged as a general subject, which nourished the flourishing Greek civilization.

To the disappointment of the boy, the description of magic in the book is more like a romance novel. What the great magister Archimedes set up a meteorite summoning formation, but was destroyed by Roman soldiers who broke into the formation and was defeated and killed. The monster sage Shrek turns a human princess into a monster and marries it. It's very brief and too onlooker.

　　 What he wants to know is the details of magic, details!

　　 In addition, he also found some mythology books.

　　 In the legends of monsters, there are three origins in the world, nature, magic and skill.

　　 Legend has it that in midsummer, the black-throated loon crossed the swamp, landed in front of a big tree, and gave birth to three bird eggs. The first egg fell from the nest ~lightnovelpub.net~ and smashed to the ground, and seven days and nights of blood flowed from the shell. The concept of life and death was born from the blood. White egg whites flowed to the west, giving birth to snowfields and glaciers, egg yolks flowed to the east, giving birth to warmth and flames, and egg shells formed continents and mountains.

　　 naturally hatched from the first egg, and the world is full of harmony. Magic hatches from the second egg, giving the natural creations a soul. The soul changes the attributes of all things. Gold shines because of the noble soul, and the silt is smelly because of the dull soul.

　　 Memory hatched in the last egg. Since then, natural animals have gained the ability to control appliances and machinery.

　　 Lu Zongping’s doubts grew more and more after reading this myth, he almost scratched his head.

　　 If there are already midsummer, swamps, trees, and ground in the world, what are the land and mountains created by the cracked eggshell? Bird eggs are really so powerful? Do nature and magic actually exist? Why does art only give power to animals and not plants and dead things?

　　 After Toril came back, Lu Zongping couldn't help but had to ask her all these questions.

After 　　 Aries was stunned, it was a huge surprise, "Child, you learned to talk so soon!"

　　 Lu Zongping chuckles in his heart, it's over, the cold and mysterious persona collapsed!

　　

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