My Magic Age

In the morning light, I passed through the streets with more and more pedestrians. My black magic robe danced with the breeze as I ran, like a black butterfly spreading its wings and ready to fly.

I held a thick magic book under my armpit and ran on the corridor in front of the teaching building of the Royal Magic Academy. The neatly trimmed bushes on both sides of the corridor were like a round bush. In my field of vision, they flew back from both sides of my body. I took big steps and ran hard on the square of the academy like a young wild horse.

Hibiscus flowers bloomed overnight under the trees on both sides of the corridor on the campus of the Royal Magic Academy, as if a few blue buds had just sprouted from the branches and leaves yesterday. Under the morning light, every inch of land here is full of vitality. At the most crowded place by the pool in front of the teaching building, there will always be seniors standing by the fountain, playing the piano like a bard.

On the corridor, some senior schoolmates were like ladies from noble families, wearing long skirts imitating short court skirts, holding a parasol, wearing a pair of precious white gloves with hollow silk lace, holding a hardcover magic book, walking in the morning light, becoming a beautiful scenery in the Royal Magic Academy. It seemed that on their faces, you would never find the depression caused by not being able to understand the advanced magic patterns, or the troubles caused by not being able to recite the tongue-twisting magic spells, as if those sorrows would never appear on them, and they would always be noble ladies from noble families.

Seniors would try to wear evening gown-style magic suits, gather in groups of three or five, with neat clothes and well-groomed handsome appearance, fair skin with some morbid weakness, and walk slowly to the teaching building with a light smile. In the conversation, you can hardly hear the structure of the magic circle or the analytical formula of magic elements. They would talk about the water polo league on campus, and what style of hot swimsuits the water polo stars and sign girls in the water magic circle wore.

In this building complex, the busiest people every morning are generally the first and second year students who are still full of vitality for college life, or a few academic masters whose work and rest time is as accurate as the hourglass.

I made an appointment with Noah to meet at the entrance of the college cafeteria in the morning and eat the tasteless white porridge and boiled eggs in the college cafeteria together.

Unfortunately, after I finished dealing with the exquisite wheat flour in that room, the sun had already climbed to the top of the pole, and I had to patiently persuade the hesitant Kalancuo to take her orc warriors back to Xinliu Valley.

After the assassination before dawn, Kalancuo suddenly realized that in a city as prosperous as the imperial capital, there are also some dirty corners that hide filth and dirt. After all, there are some people who are not willing to see the light, hiding in places where the sun can't shine, just like the rats in the sewers, like the poisonous snakes in the grass on the roadside ditches, coming out to bite people when they are not prepared. She was worried about my safety, so she refused to return to Xinliu Valley. She wanted to stay with me, but she didn't say it clearly, but this highest-level magic school in the Green Empire restricts foreigners from walking around.

Under my persuasion, it was agreed that I would open the portal again in a week and bring little Ella here, and we would meet again then.

And I promised her: During this period, I will stay on campus honestly.

Kalancuo reluctantly stepped into the portal, her big braids swung behind her, and then disappeared in the portal as smooth as a mirror. Finally, there was only a little water wave in the portal that was slowly rippling, and it took a few seconds to completely restore calm.

I opened my hand to take back the portal, and the lightning power contained there returned to the "Thunder Seed" in my shoulder blade. I was shocked to find that the medulla of my right shoulder blade already contained a trace of lightning power, and I didn't know whether it was good or bad. I thought: Maybe I should find time to ask scholar Sean, the old man seemed to know everything.

In this way, I still missed breakfast time. I saw Noah again at the entrance of the cafeteria, so I didn't go into the cafeteria and rushed directly to the teaching building.

Noah still maintains a good schedule now. Except that he doesn't want to do morning exercises in the morning, it seems that his life is quite regular.

He would get out of bed on time in the morning light, and then meditate on his small balcony facing the rising sun. It is said that practicing meditation at dawn every day will get twice the result with half the effort, but I think this statement is unfounded. The only benefit of practicing meditation in the morning is that the mental power is absolutely abundant.

The instructors all suggested that we eat as light a diet as possible, so that during meditation, it would be easier to cleanse the impurities in our bodies and lay a good foundation for the elementalization of the body after level 20. Therefore, the breakfast at the Magic Academy only consisted of porridge and boiled eggs.

For me, such a breakfast was simply a torture. In fact, I preferred to eat scallion pancakes with seafood clam soup. Unfortunately, if I wanted to eat such a delicate breakfast, I had to go to the food street outside the Royal Magic Academy. It was a bit of a detour, so I rarely went there. So every morning, although I always complained about the tasteless porridge in the cafeteria, I would still fill my stomach with Noah.

When I was still running on the green lawn in the campus, I saw Noah sitting by the pool in the college square from a distance. Next to him stood a beautiful girl with skin as white as milk and long chestnut hair like waves. I recognized her at a glance. She joined the "Sword and Rose" club with us. I still remember that day when she stood in the crowd and cast a kind look at us. I think maybe at that moment, the appearance of this girl was imprinted in Noah's heart.

The outline of Shirley Newman's face can only be regarded as delicate. If she has any advantages, it is that her skin is as delicate and smooth as milk and her smile is as bright as spring.

In the courtyard on the roof of the Emerald Bay Trading Company, any young maid picked out casually is more outstanding than Shirley Newman, but Noah has no feelings for those gentle girls, but likes such a female magic student in the college. It can be seen that in Noah's aesthetics, appearance is definitely not the first.

Thinking of this, I smiled knowingly, and for some reason, the shadow of Ying Li suddenly appeared in my mind.

I stood behind the bushes beside the path, watching from a distance. Noah and Xueli seemed to be talking about some happy topic, and they leaned against the stone statue beside the pool and laughed with their mouths covered.

I calmed my breath that became rapid due to running, tidied up my messy magic robe, and then held the magic book in both hands, along the path beside the pool, ready to sneak away. Just when I had climbed the stone steps of the teaching building, Noah happened to look over and saw me standing on the stone steps at the entrance of the teaching building with the magic book in my arms. He smiled at him, waved to him, and then ran into the teaching building without hesitation with the magic book in his arms.

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In the Green Empire, it seems that every teaching building in the magic academy is built in Gothic style. The towering spire-shaped roof and the giant reliefs on the outer wall always have a gloomy feeling, which gives people a feeling of being overwhelmed by dark clouds. Perhaps this can make this tall magic academy building look more majestic.

Walk into the teaching building and go upstairs along the spiral staircase.

From the inside of the staircase, you can see the empty hall on the first floor of the building. Students are constantly entering the teaching building from the door. The red carpet in the hall vaguely shows some different dark patterns. Those magic patterns hidden in the carpet actually exude the power of magic. Since I learned about the types of magic arrays in class last time, I know that the dark patterns on the carpet in the hall of the teaching building are actually a huge magic array. It is said that this large protective magic array was independently designed by a senior in the third grade of the academy. It can be seen that the Royal Magic Academy is really a place where talents emerge in large numbers!

On the stone wall outside the stairs, there is a gorgeous wall lamp every few meters. Between each wall lamp is an oil painting of a person's portrait. Below the oil painting is a metal plate engraved with gorgeous imperial characters, introducing the life stories of each celebrity.

Holding the stair railing, I looked up at the top of the building. It was an infinitely extended spiral curve. Just one glance made me feel dizzy.

A group of people came down from the upstairs laughing and laughing. The footsteps made the ancient wooden stairs vibrate like a resonance. I avoided to the right side of the stairs, but heard that the group of people seemed to be talking about me.

"... I heard that Quentin took action?" A boy's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was in the voice change period, and there was a little excitement in his tone.

Another clear female voice said, "Quentin, isn't that guy still attending classes at the Imperial Capital Junior Magic Academy? How did he know Jijia?"

A hoarse male voice said, "I heard it was because of a girl of prominent status. The two are rivals in love."

The voice became clearer and clearer, and the group of people were getting closer and closer to me. On the round staircase, the hoarse voice should be Lorenzo. They were approaching me step by step, but on this round staircase, they were discussing too enthusiastically and didn't see me standing next to the wall, under an oil painting.

One of the boys who had a very good relationship with Lorenzo laughed dryly twice, and then said with a little sarcasm: "To compete with the most beloved grandson of Duke Ryan Busman for a girl? This seems... I have to say that our classmate is very courageous!"

A good friend of Lorenzo said, "I guess Jijia will come to class with an embarrassed look on her face!"

There was a bit of flattery in the words.

Another person also said with a relaxed smile: "Maybe he is hiding in the college teaching department and crying to the director!"

Lorenzo said with a hoarse voice: "If it were me, he might hide in the dormitory, trembling, and dare not go out... "

When Lorenzo said this, I saw him with a proud look on his face, happily leading a group of people from the Imperial Capital Gang, and walked down the stairs quickly. Then at this corner, he suddenly raised his head and found me standing under the oil painting with some embarrassment. The originally fluent words became extremely difficult to continue when he saw me.

Lorenzo stopped on the stairs with some embarrassment, looking at me with a vigilant face.

"Why don't you say anything? Do you think I didn't come to school with bruises and broken bones?" I asked Lorenzo softly, then climbed up the wooden spiral staircase step by step, raised my head and continued to ask him: "Or did you accidentally tell Quentin's conspiracy in front of me, and are you worried that the kid who is still hanging around in the junior magic school will come to you to settle accounts later?"

I approached step by step. Lorenzo wanted to maintain the last bit of dignity in front of his friends, so he was nervous and took the pressure I passed on to him. He stood on the stairs and refused to retreat. He said coldly: "Don't think you can get any useful information from me. In addition, if you want to do it, then come on! Northlander, don't think I'm afraid of you."

I really can't do anything to him in this state. I saw a trace of cowardice in his eyes. After all, he was very afraid of me and looked at me with a vigilant face.

Whether it was Ivan or Diego, these two can be said to be the flag bearers of the Imperial Capital Gang in the second year of the Magic Academy. They were defeated by me, which made the reputation of the Imperial Capital Gang plummet.

Lorenzo knew very well how strong Ivan and Diego were, so he didn't dare to challenge me. He looked so angry in front of me.

I am more certain that when Lorenzo participated in the club activities yesterday, he dared to use words to provoke me unscrupulously. It must have been premeditated.

Maybe Quentin was hiding in the dark at that time. As long as I agreed to his duel invitation, maybe Quentin would appear.

The dispute at that time was resolved by Qi Ge's two words. Now Lorenzo was not prepared, so he naturally refused to say: "I want to duel with me."

I have been in a lot of trouble recently, and the main thing is to solve the production process of the "fish skin hood", so I have no intention of causing trouble for Lorenzo, so I rubbed his shoulder and walked through the crowd of the Imperial Capital Gang unscrupulously, and walked up the stairs in a few steps...

Until I sat in the classroom, I was still thinking over and over again about the information that Lorenzo and his friends had just brought me. Since Quentin has already taken action against me, it means that the person who felt someone following me outside the "Red Maple Leaf" tavern yesterday was probably sent by Quentin.

I think as the heir to the Bousman family, Quentin will probably not lower his status and cooperate with those people from the Black Magic Hermitage.

So, a general outline of the matter gradually emerged in my mind: after the "Dream Maker" assassin of the Black Magic Hermitage used a substitute doll to escape danger, the assassin with a red eye that appeared behind was probably sent by Quentin to teach me a lesson. However, when these two groups of people collided with each other, they actually restrained each other, and no one dared to take action until the eve of dawn.

When the dreamer assassin from the Black Magic Hermitage couldn't help but attack, he happened to run into Louis Mensa who came to get the primary magic herbs. Louis discovered his whereabouts and forced him to flee...

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