The evening sun dragged the shadows of the woods for a long time, and although the afterglow was about to end, the heat never subsided. In the shade of the trees, Astraan lies on all fours in a large zigzag. Through the gaps in the lush foliage overhead, he saw a black bird in the sky chirping and flying by.

"What a big bird. Arthur broke the silence as he coughed and wiped his nose with his hand, but he looked more and more disgraced.

"I don't like crows. Master Akiyama said that black wings bring black messages. Astran pursed his lips, "The Academy has received letters from crows, all of which are unfortunate news: the death of Emperor Augustus, the murder of the Grand Prince, and the treason of Sebastian and Ludwig. ”

"In the chaotic months, the teachers and students of the college were all panicked. Arthur used a twig to pick up a pile of dead leaves so that the flames could lick the air. In the past few months, the entire academy has been shrouded in a black atmosphere, the emperor has died, and Dean Sean has ordered all personnel to wear black clothes. Without Emperor Augustus, there would be no Academy of Magic, said the dean. Without Holland and Hausen, there would be no Academy of Magic. Seeing Dean Sean's eyes red and grief-stricken on stage, Astran swallowed the sentence.

Not long after, the news of the assassination of the eldest prince came, and Master Akiyama got the letter from the crow, and his hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the note. The future of the empire is clouded, and the future leader of the empire is fledgling with the emperor. Dean Sean ordered everyone to wear black again. This time, what he said was also inspiring: You magician apprentices, from today onwards, block your life training! Prince Caesar needs you! The Thunder Throne needs you! The pillars of the empire! The future of the empire needs your protection!

However, Astran and the water magic still don't see each other, and Arthur still cries and participates in the magic practice, and then goes back to the dormitory crying. In the room of the three, only the two of them sighed day and night.

"That's why I don't like crows. Astram looked at the sky, and the news of his brother Edward made him feel more uneasy than the news of the country's big names. My brother's last letter said he had arrived in the border village of Gasganik and had not been heard from since.

Arthur was disgraced, coughing vigorously and with tears in his eyes, he said, "Well, but the bird that just flew over is bigger than the ordinary crow, I guess it's the raven, maybe the scholars are talking about Long Summer again." I heard that the weather is particularly hot this year, and the summer may last until December. ”

"Long summer, the weather is really abnormal, Arthur, are you still cooking fire when it's so hot?" Astran sniffed, and suddenly smelled a smell of smoke, "You didn't heat your head, did you?"

Arthur's eyes seemed to reveal a trace of inferiority, and he exclaimed, "So far, my grades in magic practice class have been zero! Zero! Do you know what Zoya said about me? She said how did you get into the academy? Why did you cling to the fire element? Just like Avril doesn't love you, and you're still pestering her, you should go find other elements." ”

She didn't seem to be wrong. Astran read Zoya's words carefully.

"You know what I can't tolerate?" she snapped her fingers as she spoke, and small sparks flashed from her fingertips! Isn't this a show? Arthur's face flushed and his eyes turned red, and he wiped his nose, the charcoal left ash on his nose, making him look like a puppy barking out of dissatisfaction, "Also, she said that I was pestering Avril for nothing? What is the matter with Guan Zhuoya? I don't chase her! She's only 14 years old! She's a woman?!"

"Oh, but why do I think Zoya didn't beat around the bush?" Astraan slapped his head and sighed deeply. Arthur has become the laughing stock of the whole school since he was slapped by Avril Lavigne in "The Frog Prince". The classmates who didn't know the truth coaxed Avril to give him a few more slaps, saying that Arthur acted too realistically that day and wanted to watch it again. A few people who knew the inside story also encouraged Avril to give him a few slaps so that he could retreat. Although Avril didn't do anything, Arthur probably knew that he was not playing, but he didn't dare to admit that his first love was unrequited, and this affection was slapped to death from the beginning.

"I don't care! I'm going to fight the fire elemental to the end!" Arthur's words were nothing, and at the end he added to it, "Just like the water elemental never pays attention to Astrand, you still lie down in the river every day!"

Astran suddenly felt that his heart was beaten, and the tingling sensation hit his whole body, so he had to resist the heat from the roots of his ears, and defended: "Actually, I was lying in the river because I was afraid ......of the heat."

"Pull it down, Astrand! There's no one else here, and you can't get back face from a lie!

Astran didn't want to open any more pots, he wanted to change the subject, he sniffed, and a pungent smell of smoke entered his nose and irritated his throat, and he coughed violently.

"Ahem, ahem, no, the fire is too big!" exclaimed Arthur. After the flames instantly engulfed the branches thrown into it, they were not satisfied with staying in the fire pit and expanded to the periphery.

"Oh my God, don't set the woods on fire!" Astran rolled over and hurried over to stomp on his feet, but the scorching flames licked the soles of his shoes and frightened him back.

"Branches don't work!" Arthur was sweating profusely, his face blackened, and the branches used to fight the flames were instead consumed by the fire, and he threw them away with great speed, "We have to think of a way!"

Astran nodded, "Let's call Mr. Vought!"

"Damn! I'm going to be the laughing stock of the whole school again!" Arthur muttered hesitantly, holding Astraan's shoulder, unable to move his legs.

"Don't lose face! Let's split up and go to the teacher!oh my God!" Astran was about to turn around when he noticed that the dirt around the fire was rapidly gathering and enveloping the flames, and in the blink of an eye, only a small amount of smoke came out of the cracks in the mound.

"Saved!" Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Astran turned around and saw an old man of medium stature, his bald head orange in the afterglow, a stud earring in his left ear, prominent cheekbones, and a golden beard hanging down to his neck. The old man was dressed in a robe, and in his right hand he held an elm staff that looked very cheap and inferior.

"Who are you?" asked Astran and Arthur in unison.

"You must be a great magician!" Arthur said nonsense, looking the old man up and down, "but I've never seen you in the academy." ”

"The old man has been traveling for many years, and today he has come to see my friend Sean. There was a hint of arrogance in the old man's voice, "But the academy has been renovated, please lead the way." ”

How could his accent be mixed with Asahi Japanese? Astran was suspicious. On the contrary, Arthur was very excited, and he said, "It turned out to be a friend of the dean, and I took you to the dean's office, but ...... In exchange, can you teach me fire magic?"

Arthur seems determined to fight fire magic to the end. Astran saw that the old man's face was wrong, and hurriedly played a round: "This is not a deal, he is stupid, he means to ask the old man if he has a chance to guide him." ”

"Lead the way. The old man stared at Astran and, after a few seconds, said in an almost commanding tone.

Astran suddenly felt so magical, the old man's tone seemed to have a kind of magic, or the oppressive feeling given by the old man made people do it willingly or not. They walked around the crowded playground and library and into the administration building, where the door to the dean's office was open and the three of them walked straight inside.

"The dean is working here, and he should be in the academy now. Why don't you wait here? Teach me magic, you can't rely on it. Arthur pouted, as if he was afraid that the old man would not agree, and said.

The old man stared at the portraits of Holland and Hausen on the wall, and Astrama deliberately asked, "Do you know them?"

The old man turned around and asked, "Would you like to come with me?" ”

"Of course!" replied Arthur without thinking.

The old man didn't wait for Astrand's answer, and walked to the bookshelf, where the black book that Astraan and Edward couldn't move was easily pushed in the old man's hand, revealing the front of the book, and the bookshelf was opened.

"Wow! Oh my God! There's a secret room in the dean's office!" Arthur was stunned at first, then scratched his head and walked back and forth and babble.

"Who the hell are you?" Astran took a step back, the mystery growing in his mind, and he asked alarmedly, "Why are you so familiar with the Dean's office, what's behind the secret room?"

Arthur reacted then, like a frightened cat, jumped up, and immediately said nothing, glaring at the old man.

The old man said expressionlessly, "As you say, the old man is a powerful magician. Behind the door is unheard-of magic. With that, his eyes first rested on the portraits of Hausen and Holland, and for a moment, he stared at Astrand.

Why is he staring at me? Astrand's keen instincts caught the old man's eyes. The old man was by no means an ordinary person, and he was not just here for a magical visit.

"Unheard of! Oh my God! I bet with all my life's knowledge of magic theory that it would never be possible!" Arthur patted his chest.

You're just a 15-year-old. Astran wanted to laugh out loud.

"Remind you, those who enter this door should abandon everything they know and learn, follow in the footsteps of the old man, and know what is appropriate. Can you do that?" asked the old man, ignoring Arthur's bet.

"Of course you can! Absolutely! Oh my God! My heart is about to jump out! Can I go to the front?" Arthur rushed to the door, and as soon as he took a step, the old man grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

Astraan nodded, and he saw the corners of the old man's mouth go up. His instincts grew stronger: he was close to the truth about Holland's murder.

I'll just brush a little bit of presence, mmmm, and continue to do the setting. Recently, I've been obsessed with finishing up the setting.

(End of chapter)