If you don't persecute a person, you never know how much potential they can fulfill.

Svera Shadowblade finally knew what a wise quote it was.

Del Kora, who obviously did everything possible to shirk and say that he didn't understand anything, answered questions like a stream when the freshmen asked questions, whether it was the history of the school, the tutor of the college, the strong heroes who had walked out here, or the layout of the teaching building, the meaning of the architectural style, and even a certain teacher might teach a certain class, he answered clearly, and he was smiling without flaws from beginning to end, and his handsome face with a sunny expression attracted countless eyes for a while, which suddenly made Svera regret it a lot-

Why didn't he be in charge of answering it before?!

Because of Del Kora's super-level performance (mainly his appearance), not only the magic academy, but also many human girls from other colleges came to Del Kora, making him surrounded by a group of beautiful girls. The other student council members, although they reduced their workload, were not at all happy to see this scene.

"What's going on...... Is that kid that handsome?"

The student president of the Knight Academy touched his face, he thought he was still good-looking, and he wasn't so popular when he first entered the school?

"Cheek, you've actually let a freshman compare!" "The student president of the Warrior Academy, an orc, walked over and patted Cheek on the shoulder, "Haven't you always been very popular with those human girls." ”

"Wellland, I don't see that there are many orc warriors in your academy this year. Because there are relatively many members of the student council of the Knight Academy, Chick is not particularly busy, and he still has time to observe the situation of the Warrior Academy of the Brother Academy, "This is a bit strange." ”

"It's no surprise that when I got home, I heard from my father that the Ancestral Council had increased its investment in United Tribal University, and that orc warriors preferred to enroll in United Tribal University," Wellland replied, "Many people think that there are no strong warriors in Reims Academy. ”

"This is an absolute misunderstanding. Loftus-Cheek shook his head, "Going to the arena at night?"

"I can't ask for it. ”

Because they are both melee professions and the two colleges with the largest number of people, the relationship between the Warrior Academy and the Knight Academy has always been good, and there are often sororities, competitive competitions and the like, on the contrary, their relationship with the Academy of Magic is a little worse, mainly because magicians have always looked down on the melee profession, thinking that they are just meat shields to block damage for themselves - but the relationship between the Academy of Magic and the Academy of Assassins is not bad.

Maybe it's because the Assassins are inherently restrained by magicians.

Because the new students all came back from the preparatory class, there were no mistakes such as anyone not catching up with the registration time, so one day was enough to complete the registration of 3,000 people. Sister Dela and Satya soon returned, and the two of them seemed to have come to an agreement, and the relationship suddenly became very good, much to Delcora's confusion. He took the time to go to the Assassin Academy and ask Satya, but Satya didn't say anything about it.

He instinctively sensed that Satya was hiding something, but he didn't care.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, all 223 people on the list had arrived, and the keys had been distributed. Delkora let out a sigh of relief, he was probably the most tired member of the Magic Academy's student council today.

However, why are there so many girls surrounding him today?

The sudden question made Delkora stunned for a moment.

He didn't deny his appearance, after all, the genes of the God-given bloodline were strong enough, but he had never been surrounded by girls before, which didn't seem normal......

"Del Kora, what do you think?"

Svera patted him on the shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. He came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's just thinking." Is there anything going on, President?"

"Cheek from the Knight Academy and Willand from the Warrior Academy are going to the arena to fight alone, and I'm going to watch them fight. Are you coming?"

"Knights and warriors?" Delkora pouted, lowering her voice, "Is there anything to see?

Compared with the gorgeous magic effect of the magician, the combat viewing of the melee profession is much worse, especially since these freshmen are basically below the silver level, and they have mastered some basic skills, so what else is there to see?

"Actually, that's what I thought too," Unexpectedly, Svera actually nodded in agreement with his statement, "But they invited me, and they don't have anything to do at night, why don't you go and have a look?"

“...... I have something to do in the evening. Del Cora thought for a moment and politely declined Svela's invitation.

"Okay. Svera shrugged his shoulders, inviting Del Cola on a whim, and the rejection was expected. He walked alone in the direction of the arena.

When Reims College was founded, Randmont was still a small town, and there was no land price, so Reims College was very large enough to accommodate a large arena and single dormitories for students. Svera was going to the Arena, but Del Cora had no plans to follow suit, and he walked around the crowd in the direction of the Assassin Academy, preparing to invite Satya to dinner.

Then he pounced.

"What's going on......" Delkora scratched her head.

I wanted to go to the Knight Academy to find Assas, but from afar, I saw that Assas had already followed the members of their student council to the arena, and it seemed that he was going to watch the battle. Del Cora didn't call him, and found a random path to walk slowly.

He suddenly found himself with nothing to do.

In fact, the reason why he insisted on doing so many strange mercenary tasks before was just because he was bored. When he was at home, his daily life was basically a repetition of training, classes, and retraining, and even if he ran out of his home with Assas, he didn't have any clear goals, just wanted to visit the world's largest city, Randmund. Later, Satya chased after them and gave them an admission letter, giving them a short-term goal of waiting for Reims College to open, and what happened in the middle was just an episode.

But now, with the school open, he has to repeat the old model of class-training-class.

"It's really boring......"

He muttered softly and kicked away the pebbles on the side of the road.

The heroes in the novel have their own goals from the moment they appear, and they determine the final enemy, and all the training is to defeat the mastermind behind the scenes and restore peace to the world, but who will assign him the main quest in the real world?

"It's really ......"

Along an unknown path, Del Cora didn't know how long he had walked, but before he knew it, he came to the end, in front of which was a black minaret building, mixed with a group of bright buildings, which felt a little out of place. The building was surrounded by a grove of trees, all of which had grown to the height of a building, completely obscuring the strange building from the outside. Del Cora looked around, there were no pedestrians or visitors, he thought for a moment and turned to leave.

"Come in. ”

An old voice popped into his head.

Psychic communication?

Delkora was slightly stunned.

It's not ......

He thought about it, but stepped forward and pushed the door open.

Different from the dark tones outside, there was an unusually bright light inside the building, a bright and dazzling holy light lamp hung on the roof, and the room was a laboratory, with countless hedrons and experimental instruments on the table, and an old man in a mage robe had his back to him, holding a body spar in his hand.

"Close the door. ”

This time it was the old man's own voice. Delkora closed the door and stood behind the old man.

"What is the nature of arcane magic?"

Without waiting for Delkora to speak, the old man spoke first and asked the question.

"Mental power moves according to a specific frequency and intensity. Del Cora replied honestly.

"What about the nature of spiritual power?" the old man continued to ask without raising his head.

"There is an opinion that mental power is a component of the soul, and there is an opinion that spiritual power is the frequency of fluctuations of the soul itself, and I personally prefer the latter view, because the soul undead do not produce visible soul loss after casting magic, but due to the lack of means of observation, neither view can be confirmed at present. ”

"You're an undead summoner?"

"I just minored in a little necromancy. "Del Cola is telling the truth. After all, compared to his attainments in elemental magic and illusion magic, his necromancy is not particularly brilliant, nor is it his main means of attack.

“...... Summon an undead and I'll see. ”

"Here?" Del Cora was stunned when he heard the old man's request.

"Right here, don't mess with my room. ”

The old man's tone was full of non-refusal.

"......" Del Cora blinked, "I didn't bring the matching Arcane Gems......"

"Can't you cast magic without arcane gems?" the old man raised his voice slightly, "Are you going to be slaughtered if you lose your staff?"

“...... Well, sorry, old sir. Del Cora subconsciously apologized, then stretched out her hands forward, closed her eyes slightly, and tried to change the rhythm of her mental power.

Necromancy itself is a summoning technique, and of course it is also part of arcane magic, which only needs to communicate death energy slightly, and does not need to use the elements as a medium. Not long after, a cloud of purple light suddenly appeared in front of Del Kora, and a dumbfounded skeleton soldier fell out of the purple light and stood in place blankly.

Although the skeleton resembles a humanoid, the differences in bone structure are clearly visible, with overly curved vertebrae and low body making it look more like a monkey than a human. It carried a broken bone stick in its hand, motionless under the control of Delkora's mental power, for fear of breaking the surrounding items.

This is the most basic magic summoning of the undead, summoning skeletons. The combat power of this skeleton soldier is limited compared to that of a kitten, and the amount of death energy gathered is very small, so any adult human can easily kill it with a broom.

"Put it on its head. The oscillation frequency is recorded. ”

The old man threw a hedron back, and Delkora hurriedly reached out to catch it, and placed it on top of the skeleton's rough head.

The old man picked up another hedron and tapped it lightly with his hand.

“...... There is no shock reaction. ”

Delkora basically understood the content of the old man's experiment.

The old man knocked a few more times, and the force kept getting heavier, but the hedron placed on top of the skeleton soldier's head still did not react.

At that moment, Delkora seemed to hear the old man sigh softly.