Amid everyone's comments and mixed emotions, I ended the freshman welcome party, and of course I didn't have enough to eat.
At the dinner table, Laura kept pulling me to ask questions, like a buzzing bee. After the initial surprise, Wende stopped being surprised and spoke a lot less. He just listened quietly to Lao
Have a conversation with me.
"Henmo, have you really not seen your magic talent since you were a child?" Laura asked, holding my hand.
"Really." I mechanically repeated the answer I had said many times.
"Then can you use three lines of magic at the same time?"
"cannot."
"and you..."
...
Just when I was worried about the indiscriminate bombardment of Laura the Bee, an accident broke the deadlock.
On the way back to the dormitory, Laura, Wind and I just passed a corner and saw Nice Strong and Dale Hurley arguing fiercely about something. Seeing the three of us arriving, Nice Strong glared fiercely.
He glanced at me and left without looking back.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, I was about to apply oil on the soles of my feet, but Dale Hurley grabbed me and warned me: "It's best not to wander around the castle at night, otherwise you may be worried about your life."
After saying that, Dean Dell glanced at Laura, who snorted and left without looking back. After we bowed to say goodbye, we quickly caught up with Laura and returned to the dormitory. The three of us seemed a little tired and talked to each other.
After saying good night, we went back to our rooms.
I lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and could only look at the ancient masonry roofs.
The next day, when I was still sleeping, Laura came to wake me up. I opened the door. Laura looked at me with sleepy eyes and yelled: "Henmo, we have classes today. We will go to Welfare College soon."
The long class is about to begin!”
I was surprised. I couldn’t be late for the first day of class, so I quickly got dressed and ran to the classroom with Laura. At this time, I sincerely thanked my uncle for the one-second practice I had gained in running the grocery store for many years.
magical skills.
After turning a few corners, we finally arrived in the classroom out of breath. Dean Weir was sitting at the desk in front of the classroom. Wende was winking at us. Laura and I quickly found an empty seat to sit.
Down.
Not long after, the remaining students came running out of breath. Dean Weir spoke at this time, his voice was as peaceful and kind as yesterday: "Okay, children, welcome to Merlin Academy.
Holmed Academy, I am your dean, Will Holmed. You are either hereditary nobles or ordinary people with extraordinary talents, but here, you are all the children of the Archmage Merlin, and I am
Children, so I hope you can respect and love each other. Well, now in each of your drawers, you have your course schedule for this semester and the name of your tutor. Of course, any teacher or senior in the college
You can feel free to ask questions to your friends and colleagues, and I believe they will also be able to teach you everything they have to say.”
I opened the drawer and saw that there was already a class schedule with my name written on it. Dean Weir glanced at the whole class, and finally his eyes fell on me. He pointed at me and said: "Henmo, please come to the front."
.”
On the first day of class, I was fortunate to be the first student to be called to the podium, which was a major achievement in the student world. Just when I thought of this, Dean Weir said: "Nice Strong, please come out."
Before I finished speaking, Nice Strong walked up to me in high spirits and looked at me contemptuously.
"Nice used to be my student, and now he is the second youngest high-level magician in the history of King's College. Today, he and Henmo will show you the magician's spell duel."
What? A magic showdown? I can’t even use magic. Even since I was a child, I never showed any magic talent in Inverness. I didn’t use magic to build a fireplace for my uncle, and I didn’t use magic to bully the Baker family.
The man's eldest son turned into a goat. He didn't even use magic to blow the windmill toy in the courtyard.
"Dean Weir, I..." I was about to speak when I was interrupted by Nice Strong: "Henmo Cullinan, right? Your Cullinan family is a family with superb magical talent, and now you
The magic baptism shocked the world. To tell you the truth, you are the opponent I personally named to face off. Is it possible that you don’t dare?"
This Henmo had black hair, a sinister tone and a contemptuous expression. He looked like the second eldest son of the Baker family. Before I could speak, I saw Nice jump back. He already had a ball of air in his hand.
When it landed, it was thrown towards me.
This air mass cannot be easily seen, is highly concealed, and is fast. It can be deformed at will without leaving traces, so it should be a good method for raids and assassinations. Although I don't understand magic, I often crawl around in rural towns.
My physical fitness and agility are much better than those of these pampered aristocratic young ladies.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, I rolled to the side and hid, and then, before I could stand still, the second air ball was already in front of me.
I couldn't dodge and was hit hard on the face. Although I couldn't see it, from the nervousness of Laura in the audience, I already guessed that I must be bruised and swollen now, and in a miserable state.
Nice was not going to let me go. While I was still lowering my head and covering my face, the third air ball had arrived. At this time, I had no other choice but to grab an ink bottle-like thing on hand and put it in
The contents of the bottle were thrown at him. He was careless and was thrown all over his face. He suddenly clutched his stomach in pain, and then vomited all over the floor.
Nice was furious, enduring the severe pain in his stomach, and yelled: "You are a sinister vulture-like villain, look at how I can spare you." After saying that, he pinched a second air ball in his hand.
I looked at the air ball in his hand, and through the outline of the dust in the air, I discovered that the air ball turned out to be an air knife. Unexpectedly, Nice was so angry that he forgot the rules of the magic showdown and wanted to kill me directly.
Air knife, the same air knife that killed my uncle. Could Ness be one of those people?
At this time, Ness had already thrown the air knife at me, and my uncle's chest that had been torn open out of thin air and large drops of red blood appeared in front of me. At that time, at this moment, they were so similar. It must be him, otherwise
It is impossible for him to treat me with such contempt and contempt, and yet be so eager to kill me.
"Careful!" Laura yelled.
In desperation, I waved my hands forward, and a wall of air blocked the front. The air knife hit the air wall with a muffled bang, and I threw myself in front of Ness. Ness didn't expect that I could use the wind shield.
I blocked his air knife, but now I was pressed heavily to the ground by my wind shield, unable to breathe.
"Tell me, did you kill my uncle? Why did you kill him and me?" I stared at him fiercely.
Niss was overwhelmed by the wind shield and said intermittently: "What about your uncle? How do I know your uncle?"
"You're talking nonsense! Who else but you can be displeased with the Qi Knife?" Veins popped out on my forehead, and I felt that the wind shield in my hand was getting thicker and thicker. After a while, Nice's face turned livid and foaming at the mouth.
At some point, Dean Weir suddenly came to my side, blowing a stream of blue air through my wind shield in his hand. The wind shield immediately disappeared, and Nice took a few sips and recovered.
Before the two of us could clash again, Dean Weir stopped in the middle and said: "The three major principles of magic duel are fairness, competition, and safety. Of course, the purpose of today is not to enable you to truly use magic to duel skillfully, but to
It is to let you know these three principles. Today, Nice Strong's performance was too aggressive, even forgetting the safety guidelines and using high-threat spells on the freshmen. Of course, you are a high-level magician at King's College,
Your dean Dale will handle today’s situation, but you should go back now.”
Due to the loss of his own rights and Dean Weir's prestige, Nicestrong bowed and turned around to leave. I was still standing there panting. At this time, my arms were sore and swollen, and there was a stabbing pain in my mind.
After Dean Weir announced that the others would study on their own, he helped me to a small room at the back of the classroom. After I entered the room, I slumped down on the chair, feeling as if all my strength had been drained from my body and I was completely unconscious.
At this time, Dean Weir chanted, and the blue patch from yesterday appeared in his hand, the ball of magic energy. Then, he put the magic energy on my arm. I felt that the powerlessness in my whole body gradually disappeared, and I no longer trembled.
But it was still extremely sore.
I looked at Dean Weir gratefully, and just as I was about to say thank you, Dean Weir sat across from me and said, "Henmo, I know you have a lot of questions, but this is the first time you have used such a huge magical power for you today.
, and your ability to control magic power is almost zero, so you now have this sense of powerlessness. Now I will use pure magic energy to give you appropriate supplements, which can make you feel better. But what I want to ask you is another thing
thing."
Hearing this, I raised my head, and for the first time I looked closely at the old man in front of me who cared so much for me. He actually made me feel as kind as a grandfather.
I nodded, and Dean Weir asked: "Why did you say Nice killed your uncle?"
Hearing this, tears slowly filled my eyes, and I said with red eyes: "Grandpa Weir." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized something was wrong. But Dean Weir smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you can just shout in private
It’s Grandpa Weir.”
"Dean Weir, my uncle was stabbed through the chest by a masked man with an air knife, and a gash was torn out alive. He died in front of me, just like the one used by Nice!" I said through gritted teeth.
After hearing this, Dean Weir fell into deep thought. After a while, he said: "Yesterday when school started, I already communicated with Dale. He said that the ones who attacked you were the evil mage and his men. What we know about the evil mage so far
Very few. But Nice is not the only one who can use wind magic. Our Holmed family has always had many masters of controlling wind and air, and your classmate Wende Seth is also extremely talented. So you can't just rely on one elemental magic.
Just making groundless speculations. Do you think what I said is right?"
I lowered my head. Dean Weir was right. How could we be sure that Nice Strong did it based on just one piece of elemental magic? Moreover, he was still a member of the academy, and there was no reason to expose himself. I was really too surprised.