"Look what I found? Plagiarist Zero Marks!" was a high-pitched, shrill voice with a thick Gessock aristocratic tone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Morin looked up and saw a few familiar classmates standing in front of him, who had met in several classes but had not communicated much, and his homework was being grabbed by a short teenager and shown to his peers. Morin couldn't help but glance at Marcas, and found that his face was a little pale, and he was quietly opening his mouth to say to himself, "Senior Lane's group." Marcus said very lightly, and the boy couldn't match his mouth for a while, but when a familiar senior appeared in front of him, the boy suddenly understood that the group in front of him was the group that Marcus's brother asked him to join, and the leader was the son of a member of the Gesok Empire, Ryan. I pulled Marcas away in front of him, and presumably he wouldn't be kind to him. Before Morin could react, Ryan spoke first, only to see him take Morin's homework in his hand, glanced at it, and chuckled: "Any course assignment, you can consult books, you can ask classmates, but plagiarism," he shook his head: "But anyone with a little sense of honor will not do it, and besides, it will definitely be discovered by the teacher, remember what I said, never, don't, plagiarize!" He glanced at the Vesdemonic Spirit and said arrogantly: " Tilna, it seems that you are not competent as the head of the group, but you have not been promoted to second grade in so many years, and you must be ...... Hehe, don't talk about it. Several teenagers around Ryan laughed under their breath. "How dare you ......," Marcas hissed, suddenly leaping up from the couch and lunging towards Ryan. But the short boy blocked him and pushed him back onto the couch in a staggered manner, apparently much stronger than Marcas, who didn't like to train. "Oh oh oh ......" Ryan said meaningfully, "intent to fight in the common room, five points will be deducted." "Don't bluff here, we all know that only the seniors on duty in the fifth grade or above can deduct points. Tilna replied calmly. "Yes, then let's see who's on duty tonight? It's Senior Fawkes!" Ryan replied to himself, "I guess as a fair and selfless senior on duty, he won't shelter his brother's rude behavior, will he?" As he spoke, he gently rubbed the identity ring of his index finger with his right thumb and said, "Senior Fawkes, I will report to you an incident of attempted brawl in the break room, and recommend punishment and five points deduction." A moment later, a few points of light flew out of the crystals on Marcus's identity ring, but not five, but ten, representing the points he had been deducted. Hearing his brother's name, Marcus seemed to have lost the courage to fight, and collapsed on the sofa with a pale face, not saying a word. "On the contrary, it seems to me that Tilna is much better than you! Do you know how we in the Duchy of Lothar describe you, a scumbag, a purple-skinned boar that always steals vegetables from the fields and makes an annoying cry every spring!" Merlin cried, not caring for Lane's face, "Now, give me back my homework!" the boy reached for the paper in Lane's hand. But Ryan didn't let go. There was a stabbing sound, and the teenager's homework was torn in half. "It's a pity," Lane sighed with a feigned lament, "but you're going to have to rewrite it anyway and give it to Mr. Brand, aren't you? Half of the work was hanging in his hands, some small scraps of paper were flying around, the lake was banging on the window of the lounge, his fingers frozen in the air were twitching slightly, and a shadow passed through Morin's blue eyes, and he took a deep breath. He raised his head, stared into Ryan's eyes, and said word by word, "I, to, challenge, you." "Everyone's breath stopped for a moment. Ryan scoffed, "Alright, fun time is over, you guys, it's time to finish your homework, there's no need to waste time here with them." He threw half of the piece of paper in his hand onto the table, turned and led his team away. Aeno gently tugged at the corner of Lamorin's clothes, but the young man's hand was still stiffly pinching half of his homework, he looked at Ryan's back, and said, "I'm going to challenge you, half a year later, in the simulation arena, when I become a professional, take the score as a bet." Ryan ignored him and walked to the hallway at the end of the common room. "Are you afraid? Afraid that a freshman will defeat you and make you lose face?Or can't you afford to lose some points?coward senior?!" Morin shouted, and the students in the lounge looked sideways. Ryan stopped, didn't look back, and said, "I took your challenge, I don't think you will be able to reach the second order before the end of the school year, let alone challenge me, little Fleven Goth, who doesn't know the height of the sky." ”…… Finally, after Morin becomes a professional, no later than one month before the end of the school year, that is, in April of the next year, any conventional weapons and cards can be used, and each side bets 50 points, and the winner gets all of them. Morin didn't have that many points, and with Barron's support, he reluctantly paid a deposit to the House Elves and spent all the points they had. In the academy, this kind of competition is often held, usually by the senior students to add a point to their match, and sometimes used to resolve some conflicts and contradictions between students, and the house elf will act as a witness to fairness. However, the points bet on the elves will be temporarily deducted, so on the marking board of the group score, Morin's tenth group instantly fell to the last place. "You, are you crazy?Maureen?!" It was late at night, and in the small dormitory, Marcus was still unable to sleep on the bed, on the one hand, ashamed of his weakness in front of Ryan, and on the other hand, worried about Morin's battle, he couldn't help but mutter: "Challenge a member of last year's winning group? a second-year leader? What do you think?!" Barron kicked the bed, signaled Marcus on the top bunk to be quieter, and hummed: " When we can exercise our magic power, our strength will improve very quickly, just a second-year senior, what's there to panic about. "But, but he can't even use magic cards, even if he becomes a professional, and Lay, Ryan, he is at least a second-order, or even a third-order combat position, the gap is too big, what are the chances of winning?" Marcas said speechlessly. Mo Lin on the other side turned around and said, "Marcas, before exercising magic power, the stronger the strength we humans can achieve, the faster the progress will be after exercising magic power, you must know this, right?" "What is it? I mean, you are not a guy like Barron, you can reach the strength of a seventh-level apprentice with your body alone, God knows what kind of strength magic will raise him to." Marcus replied. "My full force is close to the strength of four kiels now. Maureen said softly. "So what? wait...... Four Kiel? You're already close to level four apprentice strength, but weren't you only level two when you entered the school?" Marcas gasped in shock, "You, what kind of guys are you?!" "As for mental power, I don't know, but it should be more than level six. Again, Morin's breezy words. Perhaps unable to speak, Marcus said cheers and turned to bury himself under the covers. And in the girls' dormitory next door, the two girls, who both needed little sleep, were still talking in a low voice. "Tilna, would you blame Morin for being too reckless, making a challenge agreement with someone else like this, and staking so many points. Emino sat on the windowsill and whispered. The moonlight shone in the room, shining a soft silver glow on the skin of the Vesdemon, who was leaning against the head of the bed and combing her short blonde hair: "Not at all, I have been in the first grade for so many years, and I have been classmates with all the students below the fifth grade, and Maureen is one of the most talented students I have ever met. "The only thing that worries me is that if there is a real fight, the arena used for this kind of fight will be much more simulated, and Morin may not be used to it at that time. "Merlin is also quite cheerful and friendly, and in fact, I am quite optimistic about him. Today it was Ryan who went too far, and as for the challenge, it doesn't matter if they lose, after all, it's just a few points. "Yes, Merlin is a very good man...... "Eminor's face was slightly red, remembering that he had been beaten by the undead Threost to vomit blood in order to save himself, and couldn't help muttering: "It's just that sometimes I don't take myself seriously." "The school you came with with must know a little bit more about him than I do, tell me about it. Tierna said. "He...... He knows a lot of things, he always thinks of people in the good first, likes to laugh, well, occasionally reciting a sentence from his father or grandfather, most of which is quite reasonable, and he is always full of hope, like the morning light...... The first time I saw him, I first noticed his blue eyes, clear enough to see the bottom of his heart, but he had a small white flower in his hand, which made me mistake ......" Aeno leaned against the windowsill, his hands on his knees, looking up at the colorful starry sky, and recounted the first time he saw the boy in Sororumi.................. The starry sky slowly turned, and at this time the constellation of the god of death Pruitos was already in the center, it was a dark scythe, symbolizing night and death, just like a sickle-shaped night was pasted in the middle of the colorful sky dome, but everyone knew that Pruitos's constellation was there, staring coldly at the mortal dust. Few people will enjoy the starry sky in December, but for the vast majority of Iluvita College students, it is their favorite month. Because at the end of this month, they have the longest holiday of the entire school year, a two-week winter break. Most of the academy area, along with the surrounding forests, has long been covered in snow, but the surface of the lake is still not frozen, but exudes a relatively warm heat, and all kinds of magical creatures can be seen coming to the lake to drink water and keep warm. The steaming water from the lake drifted onto the buildings of the nearby academy and was immediately frozen into ice crystals, day after day. If you stand on the mountain and look through the water vapor that surrounds the lake, you will find an ice sculpture that reflects the colorful colors everywhere in the sunlight. Active-minded students play around on the training ground, and older students even use magic to roll up huge snowballs and throw them at each other. Quiet students prefer to sit on the shore of a warm lake in the afternoon, holding a cup of hot honey tea and talking about the future with friends. Of course, there is always no shortage of study freaks who sit in the library all day during the holidays and read books, for whom time is like the power of a goblin, the wisdom of a troll, the grace of a barbarian, and it is never enough. Many students travel to nearby towns, and even first-year students are allowed to go out to Bellamy, the closest town to the college and one of the students' favourites during the holidays. A little west along the valley, over a mountain range, you will find the small but sophisticated town of Bellamy, located on the riverside. In fact, it was precisely because of the prestige of the Iluvita Academy, and the fact that it was not open to the outside world, that a small town was built so close to the academy for visitors waiting for the academy's approval. Adventurers who traveled to and from the neighborhood used it as a stopover, but over time, the lovely town eventually became occupied by the Academy's students, who came in search of things not found on the college's commercial streets: unique food, stimulating alcohol, uninhibited conversation, a place to peer out at the dark corners of the adventurers, and so on. And in such a cold season, a tavern with warm orange lights is a place that all passers-by can't refuse. "Maybe we shouldn't!" said Aminor, pushing open the wooden door of the tavern, frowning at the noise of conversation and music inside. "What shouldn't I do? shouldn't I go out to play while the two of them are training, or shouldn't I go to this tavern that only sells alcohol?" replied Marcus with a shake of the snowflakes off his body. "Neither!" the little vampire shook his head vigorously. "Please, those two training freaks, unless you beat them to immobility and then carry them here, it's a dream to pull them out to play!" Marcus grimaced. "Let's go in first. Tilna said behind the two of them, because of the noisy environment, she had to raise her voice, which caused her voice to sound a little rigid: "As for Maureen and Barron, there will always be a chance to call them out in the future, and we can't help them both in training." ”

The dark red gaze of the left eye of the Vesdemonic Spirit swept over the face of the young man Gessock, and said mysteriously, "Besides, Old Bob doesn't only serve alcohol here. ”

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