But if this method had been used, Ryan Smith would never have lost. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

At the corner of the road by the Lake Academy, Clio Cowley nervously clutched the page, turned behind a large tree, looked at the messy handwriting again, and couldn't help but let out two deep breaths.

I have to say that in terms of usual training, if Morin is really as Bob analyzed, the mana capacity may be higher than Ryan's, and his swordsmanship is not bad, then Team Leader Ryan may not be 100% sure of winning. In other words, no matter what, there is still a possibility of losing.

But not anymore, Clio thought.

He clutched the pages tightly and released some magical power, which clashed and swam into sparks that ignited as soon as they touched ordinary pages. In the shadow of the tree, the page quickly burned to ashes.

Cleo shook the ashes to the ground, stepped on them, and kicked them up with some mud and snow, and there was no sign of them again.

He looked around for a moment, and when he saw that no one was noticing him, he bent down and plucked a sprout of grass from the ground, pretending to be interested, and walked slowly towards the dormitory castle as he played.

Now, Team Leader Ryan will never lose.

……

On the first Saturday of April, the morning light drives away the night little by little.

The music box plays, and Strayer wakes up from his sleep.

It wasn't a good dream, and there was not the slightest hint on his expressionless face. He dreams a lot, but rarely dreams of something worth remembering when he wakes up.

He methodically cleaned his face, changed into an inconspicuous robe, brushed his black hair in front of the mirror, threw a piece of food into the small fish bowl on his desk, and then put the notes and manuscripts on the table into a dark purple magic bag.

Strayer opened the door to the locker, which was filled with a lot of shelf-stable food, and he was ready to use it before heading to the library.

For two months, he spent most of his days in the library from early morning to midnight, and he even went to the restaurant to dine with Osmond only once at noon, and only ate some food bought from the store at the beginning of each month in the morning and evening.

It's a lot more convenient and can squeeze out a lot of time.

He took out a piece of bread, poured half a cup of clear drink, scooped a large spoonful of light green jam from the jar, and reached into a large gray cloth bag and touched it, but did not touch what he expected.

You're done eating...... Strayer was stunned.

Doesn't it taste good...... He couldn't help but think about it.

The gray cloth bag was given to him by Morin, and it was filled with dried meat made by Morin's mother, Baroness Carlander, who was said to have tasted very unique, exuding a special botanical fragrance.

Why don't you ask Morin for another ......?" he thought hesitantly.

Strayer stayed for a moment when he received Morin's "return gift" before the pharmacy class, thinking that the other party was also a nobleman from Lothar, and although Baron Calland was only the most remote little baron, he was a big man in the past as far as his own news was concerned, as for being so down. Besides, how can there be food as gifts among the nobles, and it is not a rare magic ingredient, nor does it conform to etiquette, and even faintly violates taboos.

Looking at Mo Lin's reluctant expression again, he secretly thought that the other party was probably a foodie, so he was a little relieved, so he also accepted the bag of gifts.

Returning to his room, Strayer did not taste it immediately, but bought a small transparent whitebait from the shopping street and fed it a small piece of jerky.

The whitebait is a very special fish, which grows in cold streams, but its range of acceptance of various medicines and food is very similar to that of the races, especially humans. As long as it is harmful to the human body, even if it is chronic, as long as the slightest bit can kill the whitebait.

A week later, seeing that the little whitebait was still swimming leisurely in the tank, Strayer took out a piece and tasted it, but he felt that it tasted exceptionally good, so he took out a piece from time to time to taste.

By now, a whole bag of jerky was so empty that I couldn't even find the crumbs.

It seems that Morin is going to have a duel with the second-year senior this morning, do you want to go and see it, he is a little excited, he has been bored in the library for two months and has not been active for a long time, maybe it is a good choice to go to the arena.

But at this moment, a little purple light flashed on his wrist.

Strayer frowned, and there was a hint of sensing from the rune, indicating that the five members of Morin's group had gathered, and he looked at the hidden rune in his hand again, pursed his lips, and his eyes sank.

What he gave to Morin wasn't Master Gollum's [Pentagram Rune], at least not Gollum's untouched work. Because there are six runes in this set, and one is on his wrist.

It was the purple light that had just flashed.

This set of communication runes is one of the many items that the "man" has given himself.

He said that the sixth rune could sense the position of the other five in one direction, and it would never be noticed by the other five, and that he might only be able to sense it when the other five were together at first, and as he grew stronger, he could sense the position of each one more specifically.

Strayer had gone out of his way to check the relevant books, and learned about the difficulty of making [Pentagram Runes] and the progress of his research, but he did not find any records of any improvements made to [Runes], and even those records showed that many mechanical masters felt that it was impossible to make further changes to [Runes], because [Pentagrams] only had five corners, and only five pieces could be made based on this magical structure.

However, it was such an item that could break the cognition of many masters, and an item that could cause a shock among scholars who studied runes, and was thrown away like garbage to him for disposal. And it obviously couldn't have been made by the man, and it couldn't have been the people he'd seen.

Strayer lowered his sleeves to cover his wrists, walked to the window, pushed it open, and took a deep breath at the lake stained red by the morning sun, trying to drive away the feeling of weakness in his heart.

He stroked his chest, picked up the Demonic Bag from the table, and left the room and headed for the library.

……

"Would you like another bowl of sweet porridge and soup?" Marcus asked Morin nervously in the dining hall.

He looked even more nervous than Maureen, and asked him if he wanted to eat this and that, and Barron was a little irritated when he heard it, and took a boiled egg from his plate and stuffed it into Marcas's mouth.

"Hmm...... Ahem, ahem!" Marcus finally swallowed the boiled egg, quickly took a few sips of soup, looked at Maureen's plate, and sandwiched two more slices of bacon for him.

Equino looked strange on the side, and couldn't help asking, "Marcas, it was Morin who went up to duel, and it wasn't you who went up, why did you look so nervous?"

The young man Gessok's face froze, and he sneered: "We have a total of fifty points, of course I am nervous, of course I am nervous." He wiped the cold sweat from his palms in his pocket, and thought to himself, can I not be nervous, if you bet all your belongings, you will be nervous too.

It turned out that he saw that Bob's odds of one to three were quite high, thinking that the last time he bet on Tilna, he made double it all at once, so he couldn't help but bet half of the value up, and after a few days, he saw that the odds actually rose to one to four, thinking about how to say that this was also in support of Morin, he was ruthless, and then impulsively, and bet the remaining half up.

Teenager, next year I will go to the School of Mechanics and Manufacturing, whether I can afford high-grade mechanical tools and gloves is up to you, don't drop the chain. Marcus was only afraid that Morin would not have the strength to eat too little at this time, and he wanted to help him eat another steak.

Marcus is now penniless, and Maureen is almost penniless at this time.

The boy exchanged all the gold coins kept by Emino for magic crystal cards, and absorbed them cleanly, leaving only the little vampire's bursary unused. The magic power worth more than a thousand gold coins in total was fed into the small puddle and finally filled it half-full, and the boy was also a little distressed about this, but he thought that even if he couldn't use it up this time, he could continue to use it, so he didn't save anything.

The rest of the gold coins left by Emino did not participate in Bob's gambling game, not that she didn't believe that the boy could win, but she felt that gambling was not a good thing, even if she was really confident that she could win, she couldn't make money in this way, only the gold coins earned through legitimate channels were comfortable to look at, as a money fan, she still seemed to have a very position.

In the past few days, Tilna has told the teenager a lot about the second grade, such as the general content of their training courses, some trials, the ability to control magic, the magic cards commonly used in combat duties, etc., to help Morin form a basic impression of Ryan's strength. After five years of living in the academy, even if it was hearsay, the Visdemonic knew a lot about other grades.

After breakfast and a short rest, Maureen walked towards the arena in the company of several friends.

The temperature in the April morning was not high, but the boy only felt warm all over his body, and the cool breeze was very refreshing.

The arena agreed on by the duel is the seventeenth simulated arena, which is more than one circle smaller than that used by senior students, but the degree of simulation is not bad at all, close to 100% of the pain, and it is a special venue for junior students to "grudge duels".

At this time, Morin and the others had not yet arrived, and the arena was already full of onlookers.

Most of them are first-year freshmen, but there are also some second-year students and a few seniors, and some come to the arena early to train but find a good show to watch, so they come over to take a few looks.

Two freshmen in the crowd discussed:

"Let me tell you, Merlin is not bad at all, I have watched the battle between him and Baron, and his mana has not been exhausted for a long time, and it is said that his mana capacity has almost reached the upper limit of ten fars during the assessment. ”

"So what, although he has reached the second-order legal position, he can't use magic cards, and his strength is said to be only first-order, so much lower than Senior Lane, what if he has enough magic power?"

"But I think he can use magic, it seems to be like an ancient spell, using that kind of spellcasting material to cast magic. ”

"Even if he doesn't know where he learned the ancient spell, he is definitely not Senior Lane's opponent, otherwise why don't you bet on Morin to win?"

"Although I didn't bet, I still supported him verbally!"

The two of them were talking energetically, and the crowd was in a commotion, "It's coming, it's coming......

But it was Ryan Smith and a few of his team members who came to the arena, and when they saw that Morin hadn't arrived yet, Ryan frowned dissatisfiedly.

He looked quite relaxed, said hello to a few second-year acquaintances, and simply walked to the stage to wait, thinking that the guy who had no manners at all actually came later than himself, and sure enough, the nobles of a place like Lothar could not be considered nobles at all, and they didn't even know the most basic etiquette.

Just as he was thinking about it, several junior students suddenly cheered.

Maureen Callander was there.

Originally, he should have been able to advance the time a while, but Marcas kept letting him eat this and that too much, and took some time to rest, so he pressed the point to arrive.

When he heard the cheers, the boy was stunned for a moment, but he didn't know that although most of them were not optimistic about him, he could be regarded as a hero in the eyes of individual freshmen, and he took the initiative to challenge a second-year senior.

Mo Lin looked at the first-year classmates who saw the scene, but he didn't find Alice's figure, and his heart fluctuated slightly, and then looked at the seniors, and they all looked at him with the kind of curse with diarrhea, and he knew that the seniors who came to watch the game were estimated to have bet a lot of money on Bob to bet on themselves to lose, because the odds were low, and more pressure points could have a good income, and they were not 100% assured, so they came to see their duel.

Hmph, see if I don't let you guys lose all their money!

Merlin handed Blackie to Emino and leaped forward, dodging a morale-boosting punch from Barron in time to land on Ryan's side.

Let's go.

The audience was full of voices.

A ball of light floated in front of each of them, and in the preparation stage, they chose to equip weapons.

In the simulation arena, there is a limit to the quality and materials of the equipment that can be conjured, and there will be no use of a legendary dagger to stab ordinary chain mail in a duel, but the thicker the armor, the better the defense, but at the same time it is heavier.

The armor Ryan chose was relatively light for a second-order warrior, and at the same time, like Maureen used to wield a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right, he seemed to be a one-handed swordsman. It's just that the shield is surprisingly heavy, and there are three curved thorns cast on the shield surface, which is very hideous, and it doesn't just look like it's a block. In addition, there are two card slots on the inside of the shield, and there is also a card slot on the hilt of the long sword.

That's the slot where magic cards can be activated.

Once he had chosen his armor and weapons, Ryan began to choose his cards.

There are only standard magic cards to choose from in the simulation field, and after becoming a full-fledged professional, you will get a rune title page similar to a card album, which can be placed and turned into rune marks attached to your hand, and the corresponding magic card can be summoned to your hand at any time when needed, which is particularly convenient.

He doesn't pick many cards, all of which are often used in battle.

As a second-order class, he doesn't have as much room to choose as the Faculty of Law, because he has very little time to practice using cards, and only uses a small number of support and enhancement cards, and if he chooses too many cards, he needs to spend extra time thinking about which one to use in battle, so it's not that the more cards you put in the rune title page, the better.

Dealing with the rookie freshman on the opposite side, Ryan actually felt that he didn't need to use magic cards, but he wouldn't be too careless, thinking about Clio's previous suggestion, he hesitated for a moment, and finally picked out a first-order magic card to put on his rune title page.

It's okay to defy your opponent, but be prepared for anything. This is a quality necessary to be a noble nobleman of the Empire.

After getting ready, Ryan raised his head contemptuously and said, "Isn't it okay yet?