Although he had just been recognized as an official member of Iluvita by the seniors, this resounding name obviously could not soothe the injured ears and disabled hearts of these freshmen who were slowly moving towards the dormitory. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I swear, that voice is absolutely magical, it contains spell structures like petrification and psychic shock!" Marcas said indignantly, "And I swear, that old headmaster named Fielding still has a Gessock ......"

"Why do I think it's the Ice Plains......" muttered Barron, a young Kadir boy.

"Oh, the moon god is above—" Merlin groaned in pain, "are we really going to continue this topic?"

The other two teenagers were stunned for a moment, probably recalling the principal's New Year's greetings, and suddenly their faces turned pale, trembling from head to toe, and quickly closed their mouths.

"Before I knew it, a whole year had passed......," sighed Maureen, trying to get the song out of his mind with something else, "it felt like time was passing faster and faster, and when I was a child catching birds on the reef by the harbor, half a morning seemed like an entire epoch." ”

"I almost forgot!" Marcus slapped his head suddenly: "I've been consulting books these days, and I haven't paid attention to the New Year's affairs, you guys go first, I'll give-"

Before he could finish speaking, Merlin interjected loudly: "-I know the way! I'll take you there! Barron, you and Avino and Tilna should go back first!"

With a wave of his hand, he pulled Marcas into the hallway leading to another tower.

Where could Marcus withstand Morin's strength, he was so strangled by the collar that he couldn't speak, and disappeared from the field of vision of several people with Morin in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, you guys go back to the dormitory early to rest, and tomorrow morning you're going to take Teacher Anna's History of Magic—!" the little vampire shouted, causing the students next to him to look sideways, but they didn't know if the two of them heard it.

……

"Hiss......" finally broke free, Marcas loosened his collar and complained, "Strangled me! I just went to the communication tower to write a letter to my family, and I didn't know the way." ”

"I know you're going to write a letter to my family, so I'm going to write a letter to my family. Morin said calmly.

"Then why were you so excited just now, the strength in your hands is so big, it is clearly the feeling of wanting to strangle me!"

"I haven't had a chance to tell you......" The young man's expression darkened: "Evenno, she...... Her family was killed in the fighting......"

"Evenno, she's not...... The deceased?" wondered Marcus, where did the deceased come from.

Well, but she thought her soul was still human, and she was reawakened as a dead person for unknown reasons before she disappeared, and she remembered everything about her time as a human. ”

"Doesn't that mean she—" Marcus exclaimed.

Morin shook his head: "Those things can't be said clearly, but she often misses her relatives, just now I guessed that you were going to send a letter to your family, so you interrupted you, and I was afraid that she would be sad when she heard that she would recall those experiences, and try to pay attention to her in the future...... "People who go out send a letter to their home during the holidays to talk about the current situation, which is the habit of most people, and it is not difficult to guess."

“…… Of course, as a nobleman, this is the most basic ......," Marcas assured, patting his chest.

The two chatted as they walked towards the communication tower.

The Communication Tower is a magical tower next to the dormitory castle, which is mainly used by students to send letters and messages, and is occasionally used by faculty and staff. The tower has three floors, including the top of the tower, and the lowest floor is a large hall with sofas, tables and chairs for waiting in line like a common room, as well as pen and paper for writing letters. Two spiral staircases lead to the second and third floors, the second is the magic center, where a large orb magic machine floats in the air, and the third level, at the top of the tower, is an open platform with rows of gargoyle golems - they merge with the building like stone sculptures when they are not active, although there are only a few of them left today, most of them have been used.

"The Communication Sphere was introduced to Toddle at the end of the Third Age, and is considered to be the greatest and most complex magical mechanical design in the last thousand years, and it is said that only very few scholars and mentors who have studied this branch can understand how it works!"

As soon as he approached something related to magical machinery, Marcas immediately fell into a frenzy of excitement:

"It can transmit not only text messages, but also sound and video, and at the beginning of the Fourth Age, the Temple of Nature was responsible for placing a communication hub in its main temple to build a fast communication system, and your messages would be sent to the target hub, recorded by the attached mechanical record box, and then delivered to the destination by the temple personnel or magical creatures. Of course, because of the amount of mana required, the high cost of communication, and the secrecy - you can only hope for the moral integrity of the temple personnel, for which various empires are said to be working on new types of communication balls, albeit slowly. ”

At this time, Morin was obviously the only one in the waiting room who listened to Marcas's tirade, and I have to say that in the field of magic machinery, Marcus did know quite a lot, and Morin also knew about such a thing as a communication ball for the first time, but unfortunately he was still unmoved: "I'll write a credit gargoyle delivery." ”

As a teenager aspiring to be a great magician, the boy chose to follow the tradition of mages - using magic golems to deliver less urgent letters.

Marcus just felt that this man was unreasonable, rolled his eyes, and eagerly walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor, making one wonder if he wanted to send a message to his family or just wanted to try out the complicated communication machine.

Maureen sat down at the table, froze for a moment, and began to write with a brush.

"Papa Pike:

It's been a few months since the start of the semester, and life at the academy isn't at all as laid-back as you said it was.

In addition to the dark classes and endless homework, there are also messy and annoying things.

For example, there is a red-eyed teacher who doesn't agree with me to develop in the direction of a mage, and he will trouble me at every turn. I also gave my homework a zero score before, saying that I plagiarized, and then I rewrote a copy and handed it in and passed, which was clearly deliberately aimed at me. It's him, as I told you before, that he touched me during the assessment at Victor Academy, and he didn't know if his red eyes were caused by the special cultivation method you said.

In addition, I had a conflict with a second-year senior a little over a month ago, and in a few months I will challenge him in the virtual arena, of course, I will definitely not fall into the name of the Callander family.

As I told you before, there is still no news from Mr. Honorom who I met in White City, and I can't help much. And I still don't know why I can't use magic cards, and I don't know if there will be any progress in the next magic perception class......"

Writing a full page in one breath, the boy frowned and read it, thinking that there was a problem, thinking about it, and taking a piece of letter again.

"Papa Pike:

It's been a few months since the start of school, and although the course is very intense, it feels good.

I met several friends here and learned a lot of things that I didn't know before.

I have now reached the fourth level of apprenticeship in physical strength, and my mental state is also more than the sixth level, isn't it a great improvement?

The wounds she had suffered in the Gundi Forest had healed, and thanks to Minelma's potion, the particularly powerful warrior I had met in White City last time had come to Iluvita for study this semester, and she also happened to be the sister of a friend of mine.

Oh, by the way, I've always heard you brag about being able to fight dragons, and there are still dragon classmates in the academy, I bet you haven't seen them, but they'll become real dragons in the future.

……

Nothing else, just a little bit missing my mother's bacon jerky, please bring me some and let the gargoyle bring it back, it should be able to carry a lot of things......"

After reading it and rewriting it, the boy finally nodded in satisfaction and carefully sealed the envelope. He walked up the spiral staircase to a gargoylee sculpture at the top of the tower, placed the envelope in its large open mouth, and silently read to the identity ring, the mansion of Baron Calland, 1 Flying Fish Avenue, Harriet Harbor, South of the Duchy of Lothar.

A streamer of light flashed on the surface of the sculpture, the hard rock gradually became flexible, the gargoyle trembled slightly, it swallowed the envelope, twisted its body, jumped up from the stone steps, spread its huge wings and flew into the sky, and in a short time, the dark back merged with the night, and it was not clear to see.

It was a long time before Marcus walked out of the communication room.

"It's been so long, I can't see that you're still missing home," Merlin smiled, the communication ball is much more convenient than writing a letter, if you already have a sufficient supply of mana, you just need to select the destination, press the button, activate the device, and speak.

But seeing that Marcas's face turned red, he said, "I told my father...... Prepare to apply for the School of Mechanics and Manufacturing. ”

"And then?"

“…… Nope. ”

"You've been talking about that for so long?!" Morin exclaimed.

"I've been brewing for a long time before I muster up enough courage to ...... it."

"Uh......?"

The two had just stepped out of the magic tower when they heard a series of footsteps coming from far and near.

"Is anyone coming?"

"It's so late, and we're still coming to the communication tower, it seems that we didn't forget to send a letter home......" Mo Lin was saying, he had seen the man's face clearly in the night, and his heart suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said: "Bu...... Good evening, Professor Brand!"

"Hello Professor Brand!" Marcas hurriedly chimed in.

I have to say that those blood-colored eyes look even more terrifying in the night, and there is no trace of light in the black hole, sweeping over the two teenagers, like resentful spirits that have nothing to attach to, entangled in resentment that has not been dispersed for thousands of years, lingering beside the young man, cold to the bone.

Even the little black in the ring marks was trembling.

Brand nodded, not intending to stay, but seemed to think of something, and said, "Mr. Brand, I heard that you and second-year Ryan Smith have made an appointment for a duel. ”

There was not the slightest ebb and flow in his tone.

"Ah?...... Well, yes!" he didn't expect Brand to ask himself this, and the boy was stunned for a moment.

"Got it. Without the expected taunt, no blow, not even a sign, Brand walked into the communication tower.

It's like he's never been there.

On a cold winter night, even the New Year's celebration party in the corner of the campus had dispersed, and a cold wind blew, and the two teenagers shivered, came back to their senses, and ran to the dormitory with a smoke.

In the middle of the night, the third watch met a black-clad blood-eyed brand in front of the uninhabited tower, and with a little polish of such a terrible thing, he should be able to get a good ranking in the ghost story contest in the future......

The panicked footsteps of the two teenagers faded away, and Brand, dressed in black robes, walked into the communication room on the second floor.

The door closed slowly behind him.

The circular room, with its towering vault, floats in the center of a huge communication ball, shimmering with metallic hues illuminated by magic crystals.

For some reason, Brand didn't immediately activate the communication ball.

He came to the wall, stretched out his pale, slender fingers, and touched the cold wall.

Magic slowly flowed out of his body, and the complex colorful patterns gradually spread outward with his five fingers as the center, and the walls, vaults, and ground lit up one by one.

He lit up all the magical enchantments carved in the room.

Then he narrowed his eyes and examined them inch by inch, along the lines of the lit enchantment. The blood light in his eyes flickered and dimmed, and his fingers ran over the lit lines until he confirmed that there was nothing unusual about the magic enchantment in the room, and then he came to the communication ball.

I don't know what he pressed, but after a slight click, the outer shell of the communication ball recessed inward, and then slowly turned to the side, revealing the pale blue core inside—countless gears and transmission arms of different sizes, plus tiny magic pathways and fluorescent elemental geometric arrays, even if the communication ball was not activated, it was still moving endlessly.

Brand put a mechanical glove on his right hand and began to scramble and move the tiny gears and arrays.

If Marcus saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked - someone could directly change the core of the communication ball, which is considered to be the most complex magic machine in thousands of years, if he wasn't wantonly destroying, there would be no such reason in this world!

But Brand's movements didn't even stagnate.

I don't know how long it took, fine beads of sweat oozed from Brand's forehead, and the color of the entire core gradually changed from light blue to golden.

He finally stopped.

Brand let out a slight sigh, reclosed the orb, took out a pale mask, and put it on his face. The mask was painted only with a pair of open golden wings on its forehead, without any other ornamentation, and at first glance it was a little white.

Then he pressed the communication start button.

There was a buzzing sound, and the lighting crystals in the room went out one by one.

It's dark

But he was not the only one in the darkness.

One......

Two......

Three......

Four......

……

The shadow is so good that he can count a total of ten figures.

All of them couldn't see their faces clearly, and all of them wore pale masks.

Time passed bit by bit, but all the figures did not move.

There wasn't even the slightest sound.

It's so dark and lonely that I want to scream.

I don't know how long it took, but there were two more pale masks in the darkness.

Finally a voice sounded-

"It's time, let's get started. ”

This voice makes people unable to distinguish age, gender, mood, or direction.

"The Year of the Stars, the first meeting of the Wings of Dawn. ”

"Number of participants, twelve. ”

……

……

Because of the ghost in the middle of the night, he hit the blood-eyed brand, Morin can be said to be scared and energetic, until the little heart in the dormitory is still pounding, tossing and turning on the bed and unable to sleep, after all, the pain of burning in his memory is too acute, Teacher Onormom once said that Brand's bloody eyes are caused by a special cultivation method, and the vicious-looking old man who caused the same feeling must be a dark magic cultivation. But Marcus had fallen asleep in a drowsy state because he had drunk a lot of fruit wine at the dinner, and he wondered if he would dream of those terrible bloody eyes, and when Barron and Morin returned, he was already snoring happily in the lower bunk bed.

Look at Xiao Hei, who is sleeping peacefully with a small blanket next to his pillow, lying on a lilac demonic cloth bag, which still contains the manuscript of Bai Rome borrowed from the library, but it was used as a mattress by Black Fire at some point.

Mutilated manuscript ...... Go to bed......

Suddenly, a whimsical idea popped into the boy's mind.

Since for a course like the history of magic, one's special memory ability has the effect of learning, can one of the original complete contents of the manuscript be used to learn the original complete content? Although it sounds quite unreliable, who knows, his strange ability has never been understood.

Mo Lin only felt that the little heart that had finally stabilized was fluttering again.

I can't sleep either, as Daddy Pike used to say, try it and you won't lose a piece of meat.

Just do it, the excited teenager suddenly overturned the sleeping little black, and regardless of it rubbing his eyes and tweeting in protest, the young man lay on his side against the wall, posed, took the magic bag, and gently touched the manuscript in it with one hand.

The familiar cold voice in my head sounded again—whether to read the book or not.

The boy nodded.

Then he fainted with anticipation......