However, as time went by, it seemed as if every part of Amy's body had grown eyes, allowing her to skillfully and automatically close or open the branches and leaves that popped out. In this way, Amy was able to gradually start running through the forest.

Two years later, even when Amy was galloping through the snowy forest riding Little White, she could nimbly dodge branches and leaves.

And from that time on, Mr. Ethan Brooks basically stopped competing with Amy on foot. In his own words: “You’ve already mastered land combat.” It’s just unclear whether this mastery means the student has surpassed the teacher.

Volume One: Friendship in Ice and Snow

Chapter Six: The Mysterious Visitor at the Wishing Tower

Red Moon Calendar 193–Red Moon Calendar 205 was a special period that produced many magisters, especially those skilled in ice magic.

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“Chronicle of a Century of Magical Celebrities: Lyle Harper”

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In this world, wherever there are continental highways, you will always find a Treehouse Tavern—even on the icebound continent sealed in snow and frost.

There is only one fork in the Longfang Mountain continental highway: to the north, it connects to the capital of the Hamian Kingdom; to the east, it leads all the way through the Hamian Kingdom; to the west, it stretches to the Amy Empire and the Holy See. On the north side of this fork stands a lush, massive tree, seemingly a type of silver-leafed pine, about five meters in diameter—at least ten people would be needed to encircle it with their arms. Ten meters above the ground is the renowned Treehouse Tavern.

Beneath the tavern is a square slab of bluestone. Guests wishing to enter the tavern need only stand on the stone, and a teleportation spell will automatically be cast on them, sending them straight to the Treehouse Tavern’s front door.

Serving as the headquarters for the Magic Guild, Mercenary Guild, and Thieves’ Guild, the Treehouse Tavern is never short of patrons. Just like all the other Treehouse Taverns across the continent, several beautiful little elves flutter their translucent blue wings as they deliver drinks and food to the guests.

“Customer arriving, customer arriving～～～～” At the entrance, a clever monkey-like beastman called out while leaping up high to take the snow-covered hat from a middle-aged man who had just entered.

At first glance, this man appeared to be an imperial noble, as could be seen from the very polite way he greeted the beastman attendant. Only nobles would never lose their manners under any circumstances, and only true nobles would sincerely greet lower races such as beastman attendants.

The noble turned slightly and pulled out a boy of about sixteen or seventeen from behind him.

As the noble and the boy walked toward the bar, more and more people in the tavern stopped chatting and turned their attention to the boy’s back—the boy was carrying a two-handed sword almost as tall as he was. If it were made of iron, the sword would probably weigh as much as a two-handed axe or a knight’s lance. What was even more curious was that the sword was not sharpened.

The boy’s bearing was also excellent, just like the noble, or perhaps even more like a young scholar, dressed from head to toe in a spotless white snow bear fur coat, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He moved nimbly between the tables and chairs.

Most of the regulars in the tavern were mercenaries. Perhaps out of curiosity about the two-handed sword, a burly man who was clearly a mountain berserker stretched out his leg just as the boy was passing by, trying to trip him. The timing was perfect—this kind of prank was all too common in the tavern, and most people could already picture the boy being pinned under the heavy sword after falling.

The boy clearly hadn’t noticed the change underfoot, walking along while observing every corner of the tavern.

But at the very instant his leg was about to be tripped, his foot naturally made a feint and stepped over the trap. The crowd, who had been ready to burst out laughing, was momentarily stunned by the boy’s agile movement, and the prankster holding his large mug of ale was left dumbfounded.

“Hey, sir, come sit over here.” A woman in a bright red open-front jacket called out sweetly to Ethan Brooks.

Seeing that there were still a few empty seats in front of her, Ethan Brooks tugged Amy along and walked over to the woman.

“Oh, you naughty kid. What are you looking at?” The woman proudly thrust out her snow-white chest at Amy.

Poor little Amy was already stunned by the dazzling whiteness before his eyes, and it was Ethan Brooks who came to his rescue: “Miss, don’t misunderstand. My nephew is only fourteen. This is his first time out, and in our village, there are no naturally beautiful ladies like you, let alone anyone as fashionable as you. This is probably the first time he’s seen a pretty lady’s bosom—though I wonder what it feels like?”