The target Vest is the ultimate boss

The final day of competition week is Open Day, the most visited time of the year at Imperial College.

Not everyone is allowed to set foot in the school gates.The more prestigious aristocratic families, magic research institutes, and local army chiefs will receive invitation letters from the academy council to look for talents that can be used in the sky courtyard arena of the imperial academy.

After Sid finished his morning prayers in the holy courtyard, he was sent to the college by the carriage of the holy courtyard.Many steeds bearing family nameplates, harnessed with gold and silver bridles and jewel-encrusted saddles, waited outside the stone-arched gates of the Academy.

In a tall wig with flowers and colorful feather fans, men discuss hunting dogs, and women discuss perfume.The gentlemen and ladies saw the white horse car of the holy courtyard parked at the door, came over and knelt beside the wheel, and greeted the holy son in the curtain of the car.

The guards sent by the college council asked for instructions outside the carriage. Sid lifted the curtain and asked the servants leading the white horse to go with them.

The Holy Son was arranged to sit on the highest stand of the sky garden, sitting with the principal of the academy.The stand was quiet and spacious, and there was a small fountain in the stone altar beside him. The window was so large that he could see the panorama of the amphitheater clearly even if he sat far away.

From the morning, the students who entered the final round will face off in the center of the arena.

There are 24 statues of eagles on the edge of the arena, and the stands surrounded by railings are full of parasols and round tables for afternoon tea.

The stooped old headmaster sat beside him leaning on his staff, casting a faint glance at him from time to time.

The old man quietly asked: "Father still has no news?"

The bright Son of Light took a sip of tea, pretending not to hear his temptation.

The headmaster didn't summon the Magic Tower. According to his personal position, the Holy Court has no obligation to inform him of the information.

Sid's gaze has been wandering around the edge of the arena.In order to broaden his field of vision, he specially asked his attendant to move the chair to the stone window, and before leaving the Chelter mansion, he asked the head maid to find out the monocle for looking into the distance.

He held up the crystal lens to search the crowd, and after a while he saw the target.

very conspicuous.

His tall and handsome knight is dressed solemnly today, with a silk shirt covered with antler vest, holding a classic book in his hand, a tuft of black hair curled on his forehead, like an art student walking in the garden to find inspiration.

It is indeed in the "garden".

The young man was surrounded by a group of well-dressed aristocratic ladies in the center. The young girls pinched shy flowers in their slender fingers and kept throwing glances at the faces of the senior students.

Today is Valentine's Day this month.Girls can give bouquets of flowers to the opposite sex.

The scope of this "favor" is very wide, including admiration, friendship, gratitude and so on. Before that, the girl from the north gave him the nun lily on this day.

Sid had seen others send flowers to Canias before, but not in such a grand manner as today.

Thanks to the school newspaper's rush to work day and night, the news of Canias beheading the monster was made public, and the whole academy learned of his incomparable magical talent.

Even Albert feels overwhelmed...?

It is definitely a big help to have this person under his command.

Half a year ago, the name of Cañas Alder was unknown in the major guilds, but now he has appeared in the field of vision of all arcane families.Many patriarchs have offered him an olive branch, and privately negotiated with him the contract terms of serving the family.

These days, the apartment of Sid and Canias has received a lot of heirs from the imperial family, and there are many beautiful and bright young girls - some of them recommend themselves, and people are on the sidelines.

Regardless, one thing is clear.His roommate has begun to show his sharpness. He is not the only one who has seen the shining treasure-like side of this young man hidden under his gentle appearance.

Sid looked at the paladin in the middle of the crowd alone, and for a moment, he had a sense of loss that Kanas would eventually disappear by his side.

Not an illusion.Such a talented person can have a good future without the doomed Son of Light.

It's good for everyone.

Sid saw the handsome young man open his mouth to the crowd around him, staring at the monocle, trying to read his lips.

"May the greatness of Prouvel be your baptism."

Sid flinched.

He read and recited all the classics of the Holy Court, and immediately remembered the original author of this sentence.

Theseus, the commander of the holy knights of Dehai, the Son of Light.

The Holy Son also saw him holding a satin book in his knight's hand, which was a collection of quotations from the former Pope De Hay that he had borrowed from the Pope.

Recently, Canias rearranged his bookcase and took back all the love letters left on Sid's side.

Canias stamped rose-painted letters one by one in front of the young man, and then calmly, but without shame—asked the little saint who was sitting on the sofa with his head drooping and his cheeks flushed: " Nothing hidden?"

At that time, Sid turned into a bear in a second, and jumped back to the bedroom.

When he opened Canias' cabinet again, he saw only a pile of neatly arranged holy court books.

Because of his impressive performance in completing the gold commission, Howard reported his roommate's deeds to the elders.The young man was highly valued by the Pope, and Cañas was quite good, and every week he would find time to go to the holy courtyard to pay respects to the strict old man.

More attentive than seeing him.

Obviously atheist.

The little saint muttered in his heart.

Sid will lean back in the wheelchair, thinking carefully about the meaning of the young man's words.

The Holy Son refused to take the speculation that Canias intends to become the Paladin Commander as a fact. This idea almost popped out of his mind like lightning, but it was too reckless and not reserved at all.

Aristocrats can't change their passion, and to become a paladin must be chaste, which is tantamount to self-castration.

But Cañas Alder was not an ascetic!He's the ultimate playboy!This is nature, just like a dog can't change...

The Holy Son was engrossed in his thoughts, and suddenly he felt his cheek being touched, as if he had been pecked by a frivolous dandy, itching.

He put down the monocle and saw a familiar butterfly flying beside him.

Sid looked towards the paladin in the arena, and saw the young man looking towards him.

Canias knew he was peeking!

He quickly clasped his hands together and caged the butterfly into his palm.The butterfly seemed to have expected him to do this, caged him, scattered into light spots, leaked out from between his fingers, and re-formed as a butterfly on his hand, with two slender tentacles dancing.

The Holy Son who was being teased froze in place, looking at his wicked knight.

Canias did not know what kind of trick, the noble ladies around him had already dispersed.He put down the book, put his index finger to his lips, and slowly changed his mouth so that the boy in the distance could see clearly.

"Wait for me to go to your side."

This is a silent declaration.Only the final winner of the competition can get the highest honor, walk up the stone steps leading to the highest place, and kiss the back of the Son of Light's hand.

Sid understood what he said, the roots of his ears were dyed a layer of bright red, and the corners of his mouth curled a little awkwardly.

He thought for a while, bent his fingers together, and moved in the direction of Canias——

Awkwardly, he made a circle of agreement.

Then, he heard the old man's cough not far away: "There is such a story in the East in ancient times."

Sid turned his head and looked at the principal of the academy.

When he was a child, he spent all day and night in the holy courtyard practicing, the bishop did not allow him to read storybooks, at most he found the deeds of sages in the classics as biographies to amuse himself.

"You haven't heard of this legend?" The old man said kindly, "The cruel and violent king tried every means to make the beauty smile. One day, he summoned the messenger—"

Sid said nothing.

The servant brought refreshments, and the headmaster brewed two cups of Earl Gray tea with his old arms, and told him a whole ancient legend.

The young man under the stands put on his robe and walked into the sky arena to face his opponent.

After the news from the school newspaper was exposed, many high-ranking and powerful forces reported a non-committal position on whether Cañas Alder really had the ability to defeat the Grand Duke.

To convince this group of scheming characters that a good-for-nothing is a genius who counterattacked and became the top genius of the empire, seeing is believing.

Naturally, among the people who followed the battle of Kanias, there were some who came to watch the jokes.

This group of people couldn't believe that a good-for-nothing with only a face could kill a monster.How much did he give to the school newspaper?

The onlookers had their own ghosts, but Kanas advanced as fast as Sid expected.When everyone came back to their senses, the young man had already walked to the opposite of the laurel defender Albert.

Black evening geese flit across the evening sky.Both of them were tall senior students, and they stood together silently, giving people an invisible oppression that they couldn't breathe.

Canias only relied on one move to deal with his previous opponent, clean and quick as a gust of wind, and the students watching the play below could not even catch his magic traces and lines.

This is the boundary gap.

The magic students of Imperial College were dumbfounded, then woke up suddenly.

So Canias skipped class, got the paladin's badge, and cut off the Grand Duke's head; while they were still drawing magic circles and reciting spells in the classroom, preparing for the final exam soon.

Is Albert more experienced, or is Cañas better?

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the referee to signal the start of the game.

Before the referee took the oath to be fair, Albert said first: "I admit defeat."

Everyone: "???"

"Chelt and Alder are friends from the beginning. You are a strong man. I'm sorry, but I can't do anything to my friend." The student council president wearing gold-rimmed glasses took off his gloves neatly, and politely extended his right hand , "Thank you for taking care of my brother. He has never been very sensible, and he must have caused you a lot of trouble."

Cañas paused for a moment, and shook Albert's hand back.

Anyone with a discerning eye could understand that Albert was advancing by retreating, and he didn't mention the issue of the strength gap between himself and the other party between the lines, and it was clear that he was forcibly selling Canias' favor.

With human affection in hand, no matter how lonely a person is, he can be under his feathers.All spectators know it well.

Sid didn't notice the peaceful confrontation between the two, and he was listening to the principal telling him a story.

——A dark love story in which the violent king ignited the beacon of the message and brought the nobles and soldiers under his command to please the beauties.

It wasn't until the voice fell that he realized that the cunning old fox was teasing his interaction with Kanas just now.

After serious and long deliberation, the Son felt that there was no similarity between the two.

His roommate is much smarter and more mysterious than the capricious monarch.He will weigh the pros and cons, and it is impossible to fight for anyone.

So he said, "It's not the same at all."

"What do you think is different from it?" The old man looked at him and smiled lovingly. "I just suddenly remembered this interesting story, Your Highness."

...Old fritters.

Sid took a deep breath and chose to remain silent.

The young son of the Chelter family has always been reticent. No matter whether he is intimidating or teasing lightly, he can't talk about him in a short time. The principal of the Imperial College knows it.

Therefore, he was very curious about how the young man surnamed Alder made the indifferent and introverted Son open his heart.

Principal Mosuo touched the tree pattern on the staff and asked: "Your knight is about to appear, why don't you go to meet him?"

Sid turned his head and found that the short championship ceremony was over. Canias was wearing a ribbon, and in the eyes of everyone, he slowly stepped up a thousand winding floating stone steps.

Kanas came over.

This realization hit Sid's heart lightly like a feather, causing pale pink smoke to rise from his whole body, and he felt that the butterfly seemed to pounce into his stomach.

The boy put away his glasses calmly, and pushed the wheelchair to the door.

When he lifted up the curtain woven with golden threads, he saw that the vast and deep sky was like a moonstone overflowing with iridescence. In the reflection of the setting sun, the burning clouds were dazzlingly red. The paladin stood under it, holding a A bouquet of passionately blooming flowers is walking towards him step by step.

Canias wants to...

Want to send him flowers?

Sid opened his eyes.

He felt that he was about to burn to ashes like the clouds in the sky.