"I've heard of people who thought that an Eaglelien was going to swallow them alive, which scared him so much that he couldn't move, and as a result, he was trapped in the house of Knightmore and couldn't get out, even the academy teachers couldn't do it, because Knightmore's psionic powers were so strong that they far exceeded their strength. In the end, after waiting for three days, Knight's Moore's House directly spit him out, which saved a small life. ”

"There were also people who went in, but nothing happened, so they walked out all the way and passed the exam inexplicably. Because it was so bizarre and weird, some students at St. Crobert's College complained that these people were cheating, but Dean Tegtel said it was entirely possible. ”

Babbling, trivial, endless, the chattering little prince seemed to have finally found the object to talk to, and when the conversation gate opened, the power of the wilderness could not be suppressed, sharing all the information he knew.

Even if Holden didn't answer, as long as he pretended to be listening, his self-talk could continue. It's hard to tell if the rumors are true or false, but it's interesting to hear Hoden as a myth.

Therefore, Holden never stopped the other side.

The acquiescence was recognized as an encouragement, and the chatter teenager became emotional, and his original position in line was in front of Horden, but because of the movement of the team, he was forced to stagger his position with Horden, and had to wait for a short time before the two of them could stand in parallel again;

It's hard to imagine how long he had been holding back.

"By the way, the vast majority of those people went on to St. Spade's Academy, which is why St. Spice's College is so popular among the aristocratic students, they don't need to study at all, they just want to eat, drink and have fun. It's no wonder that neither St. Clober College nor St. Diamond College doesn't need them. ”

"What house do you want to get into? I want to get into St. Cryne's College! But I guess I can only get into St. Spade's College, do you think I can make a wish to the House of Knightmore Mur? After all, Dean Tegtel said: Our will is what matters. ”

Before you know it, the waiting time is passing quickly.

The chattering boy is dancing and frustrating, his energy seems to be endless, even if he is sweating profusely, his cheeks are ruddy, his eyes are still bright, and he still has no intention of stopping after just finishing strenuous exercise.

Standing next to him, Hodden was still an old god, unhurried and leisurely, and from time to time he could detect the sight projected from the side, and he also looked back generously - anyway, the entire queue scene was noisy young people, and it didn't make a difference if he added a little noise.

"Next. ”

A student standing in front of the Knightmore House shouted, and Hodden patted the chattering boy's arm and gestured behind him with his eyes.

The other party turned his head suddenly, and then he reacted, "Ah, it's my turn." Then he quickly turned his head, "Then I'll go in first." I'll see you later. ”

After saying that, he trotted all the way over, and the appearance of running in small steps was like a child who had not grown up, and people couldn't help but cover their faces.

The chattering boy had only been in for less than thirty seconds when the student standing at the door shouted again to Holden, "Next." ”

Hodden wasn't surprised.

During the queue, Hodden noticed that the Knightmore House was not a room for single entry, and the number of people in the room was always around fifteen to twenty, and when a candidate left the room on the left at the back door, the front door would greet the next candidate again.

Could it be that there are twenty examiners waiting inside?

Thoughts surged in his mind, curiosity surged up, and he walked towards the main entrance without pause.

Holding the doorknob with his right hand, the whole door panel is thicker and heavier than expected, because the exterior wall looks like a thin wooden house, but the weight can be clearly felt when you actually push it.

Pushing the door in, I didn't see the chattering teenager or other candidates, nor did I see the examiner, to be precise, it was empty.

Not even a room.

Above the head is a vast starry sky, bright stars sprinkled all over the endless sky, the dark blue canopy can clearly see the grandeur and majesty of the entire universe, in an instant let human beings perceive their own insignificance and humility, can only quietly look up at this boundless sky.

Beneath your feet is a deep ocean, from light blue to azure to deep blue and finally to an inky ocean, exploring all the way towards the abyss, it seems that you can no longer find any impurities except for color, but you can clearly feel the mystery of the depths of the undercurrent rolling.

And then? What's next?

Hodden didn't hesitate or hesitate, he took a step forward, the whole space began to twist, the stars fell like a torrential rain, and his steps walked towards the depths of the black hole step by step, and in a trance he seemed to evolve into a speck of dust in the starburst.

"When I counted the chiming bells of the poster time, I saw the bright day fall into the night;

When I gazed at the violet as she grew old, her curly hair was sprinkled with snow;

When I saw the towering branches and leaves of the tree, which had shaded the wheezing cattle and sheep not long ago. (Note 1)

Whispers echoed in his ears, but it was difficult to distinguish whether it was his own heart or the echo of the universe, and the whole person dissolved into nothingness.

Floating in the endless darkness like a tiny speck of dust, the confinement of time and space quietly disappeared.

Suddenly, a cold sharpness stabbed his spine fiercely, and he raised his gaze to look towards the end of the darkness, and then he could see the closed eyes again.

Obviously, the eyelids are tightly closed, but the penetrating feeling of deep gaze always lingers, and the outline of the body is completely invisible in the darkness that cannot be dissolved, and in the end, only a pair of eyes are left quietly "watching" at him, like a black hole attracting himself to slowly approach.

There was a whisper in my ears again, but I couldn't tell it at all, only the sound that was almost breathless vibrated gently above the eardrums.

Incubus!

The nightmare of the previous one reappeared in my mind, the sea and the fire, the darkness and the light, intertwined with each other, forming a stormy wave, smashing down on my head and face, and there was nowhere to escape, and the closed eyes were everywhere, and no matter what, I could not shake off them.

The line between dream and reality blurs again, and the trance that passes by is like quicksand, and the chilling goosebumps begin to creep up the spine, and the darkness around them seems to have a life force, eating away at the body and even the soul step by step.

He opened his eyes as hard as he could, trying to make eye contact with those closed eyes, and perhaps the secret of returning home was hidden in the depths of his eyes.

And so little by little...... Near.

Note 1: Excerpt from William Shakespeare's "Sonnets".