He can always be seen in the ancient and time-honored Magic Academy, the lively Fairy Kingdom, the forest full of pure white things, and the cold and glacial Northern Territory.
"Where should we go today?" Anol skillfully unfolded the map.
The little furry black bird on his shoulder cooed and gave advice.
"Okay, let's just take a walk today."
Facing an enemy who was bullying the minority, Anor decided to take out a bottle of potion, then another bottle of potion, and then...
"Damn it, how many potions has this guy prepared?"
"Good question, I don't remember either."
Anor shrugged, mixed the potion with magic, and made it rain under the ground.
The last drop of rain fell, leaving only a group of chickens running around on the ground.
"Have you heard? There is an alchemist who is famous throughout the continent recently!"
"His potion is worth millions of dollars!"
"His props are cunning and changeable!"
"Why haven't I heard of such a powerful alchemist?"
The man retorted: "That is the true story told by the greatest bard!"
Anor said he didn't understand. He only wanted to do one thing now, and that was to have a good chat with the bard who had harmed his friend!
He looked down at the newly prepared mischief potion in his hand and chuckled.
"I said... Are you angry anymore?"
"I'm not angry."
"What about the antidote?"
"I think it would be fun if you sang like this."
So the bard helplessly sang about rainy days and frogs.
Intention: The hymn of man is the hymn of courage.
