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The noisy tavern suddenly fell silent, and the subconscious performance of these half-drunk adventurers made the bartender suddenly realize that the person who pushed the door in must be a more powerful professional, he endured the fear in his heart, tried to lower his body and asked respectfully, "May I ask the distinguished guest what do you need?"

Brand glanced at the young bartender in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have professional bartenders here?"

"No, no," the bartender was already covered with cold sweat on his back, and his body pressed a little lower, "But we are protected by the Mercenary Guild, and if you need the services of a professional, I can help you find some mercenary teams." ”

He glanced sideways at an armored swordsman in the corner, a professional sent by the Mercenary Guild to maintain order in the tavern, and was said to have reached the third order, which was good enough to deal with the average drunken adventurer. But he saw that the swordsman was drinking as if he had seen nothing, and the hand holding the glass seemed to be trembling slightly.

The bartender's heart sank again.

There were only ordinary bartenders, and Brand couldn't help frowning, "How long have you been working in this tavern?"

"It's been six years now, what can I do for you?" asked the sommelier.

Brand flipped his hand and grabbed countless discrete elements from all around, and the converging elements spun up like a whirlwind, encircling the two of them in the middle, blocking off the light and sound outside.

He then pulled out a short, thick metal round stick from his waist and struck it on the palm of his hand, and the round stick flew out countless fireflies as if it had disintegrated, revealing a black cane that had been wrapped in the center after a moment.

"Do you have an impression of a cane like this? It should have been this long. Brand gestured slightly.

"So I'm here to inquire about the news," the young bartender breathed a sigh of relief, he looked seriously at the black and curved cane in the other person's hand, and said hesitantly, "This ...... It seems that it is a cane used by a priest, but the villain is not a professional, so I can't tell the peculiarity of this kind of item. ”

Brand pondered for a moment, and then his palms lit up a little, and a magical illusion appeared, and the illusion condensed little by little, turning into a blonde warrior in heavy armor and a middle-aged ranger in a cloak.

Before he could ask, the bartender shouted, "I've seen them!"

Yes, he remembered the first time he saw the image, and he was extremely impressed by the fact that the heavy warrior had briefly stopped at their tavern last summer and ordered two of the most expensive concoctions, and that the female warrior had a cold eyebrow on her face, carried a blood-red sword, and was wearing an incredibly heavy armor of forged thorns.

He had to ask someone else to change a special stone chair for her.

"It was last summer! One night in mid-to-late July, the two of them just came in and had a drink and a little rest before leaving!" The young bartender desperately recalled the scene: "Oh yes! They seem to have a few words with a noble boy! I have some impressions of the noble boy as well, because I later heard speculation that he was a student at the Iluvita Academy, but I really don't remember that they had such a cane, and they were not deceiving adults. ”

Brand nodded, "So this female warrior did come here. ”

"I can't remember that mistakenly," remembering that it was a magician in front of him, the bartender hurriedly added, "Unless they were blinded by advanced magic, they did come last summer." ”

"I see. Brand said calmly.

A gust of wind blew in the tavern, and by the time the bartender came to his senses, the terrifying blood-eyed man was gone. He stupidly touched his body to confirm that he was still alive, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then he saw two colorful Gessok gold coins floating in front of him, and hurriedly put them in his arms.

The cask tavern was soon bustling again, and the slightest episode would not disturb the adventurers, and by tomorrow morning, perhaps no one would remember anything but those bloody eyes.

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Founded by order of Ian, the founding father of Lothar, Victor Academy has a long history, almost as old as the Kingdom of Lothar. It has never been affected by war, and the architecture of the Third Age is well preserved, and the island is full of thousand-year-old trees, some of which hide the castle minaret below.

In fact, there is not much to do for summer exchange students, not so much learning exchanges, but life exchanges, so that their students can appreciate the different styles and atmospheres of the college, and the cultivation of magic and spiritual power is still in accordance with the methods taught in the courses of their own colleges.

As a reward for the winning team of the school year, everyone also volunteered to participate in this project, and Morin didn't see Thea and Tevez, nor did he see Alice, but he could see the annoying Cleos wherever he went, which made Morin have a toothache.

Strayer also did not come to participate in the exchange, according to Osmond, the situation in Lothar is still tense, the aftermath of the assassination of the Earl of Grey Mountain is still unsettled, the new young earl is ruthless and his intentions are unknown, and His Royal Highness Strayer temporarily stayed in the royal capital to help His Royal Highness the Regent deal with government affairs and stabilize people's hearts.

According to him, the agenda to allow Strayer's early coronation has been passed, and a ceremony just a few days ago was held to revise the Inheritance Code and officially put the coronation on the agenda, although many details have yet to be agreed and the actual coronation will not take place until next summer at the earliest.

At that point, Strayer will truly become the king of Lothar.

Life on the island was extraordinarily easy, and for a few days in early July, in addition to special students taking them on a tour of the island, they were each assigned a badge similar to an identity ring, which allowed them to enter and exit most of the academy buildings, as well as a variety of training grounds.

I have to say that compared to Victor Academy, Iluvita's school of combat and command does seem to be a little inadequate.

Take the simulated battlefield as an example, Iluvita only has one war paddock, while Victor Academy, the teenagers have seen as many as eight places in the past few days, neatly surrounding the eight directions on the edge of the island, and each simulated battlefield is more open than the war paddock. As for the small training grounds, there are countless of them, and Morin is dazzled by all kinds of command training programs, and even Tilna can't figure out what these training programs do, so that the teenager can't wait to try them one by one.

As for Barron, who once wanted to be admitted to Victor Academy, after trying two mock command trainings, he began to feel glad that he was not admitted in the first place, otherwise he would have vomited blood and died in front of the messy training program......

Within a few days, the members of the Silvertree team had also arrived, and Dimon had requested several periods of simulated battlefield use, including several team-wide training sessions with Morin and Tilna, in preparation for the upcoming command league.

This year, a total of 32 teams will participate in the official schedule, and a total of five rounds will be held to determine the final champion.

As the game approached, the island gradually became lively, in addition to the members of each team, there were a large number of people who came to watch the game, including many high-ranking officials and nobles from various countries, and there were many representatives of large and small legions, hoping to recruit some excellent command talents in advance.

In times of peace such as the Fourth Age, although the choice of professionals cultivated by the academies under the Temple of Order is often not limited by the country, as long as they want to, they can serve other countries or join the temple and other forces, but there is still competition between different countries and forces.

Moreover, even within a country, different legions compete with each other, hoping to attract more reserve commanders to join.

Therefore, as the representatives of various countries and forces gathered, there was more of a-for-tat smell of gunpowder on the island, and it was not uncommon to hear the news that two representatives of the legions who were not at odds with each other would fight each other, or that the dignitaries of which country had been tricked by pranks.

"So you're a member of your academy'......s simulation team!" Oran couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the newly pinned Silver Tree team emblem on Morin's chest: "I said that the guy who can perform so well is definitely not an ordinary magician!

There was a hint of embarrassment on his face, as if he hadn't heard of Iluvita's team in an official league in the past few years......

"Silvertree Clan. Morin said generously.

"Oh yes, yes, Team Silvertree! I remember that this team has also achieved good results in history, and I wish you all the best this year!" Orlan held out his hand gracefully, "To officially introduce you, I'm the captain of the Victor House Griffon team, Oran Reeves. ”

"Ah...... "Morin was so shocked that he couldn't speak, this inexplicable young man in front of him was actually the captain of the Griffin Clan?!Doesn't that mean that he is one of the most powerful students in Victor Academy?!, and he is basically one of the most powerful students in the command league, right?!

Why doesn't it look like it looks like it...... Morin looked at the guy in front of him suspiciously.

Of course, Oran could sense the suspicion in the young man's eyes, and he was a little helpless about his collapsed image, so he coughed lightly: "Are you free tonight, why don't you come to a 'Oran turnaround special training'?"

"This ...... What kind of training is the special training?" Morin asked vigilantly, why is it that he is going to the competition soon, this guy doesn't care about the members of his team, but he keeps an eye on him so closely.

"Do you remember the Trials Ladder from earlier?" Orlan asked.

"Is that the magic illusion? the one that fights a lot of blue wolves? It turns out that interesting illusion is called the Trials Ladder?"

"Yes, isn't it interesting? Do you want to challenge a few more levels?" Orlan said with a gentle approach: "I just want to train you in this area, see if you haven't learned how to fight nightmare beasts before, why don't you train me a few times to ensure that you can go one step further!"

"Why ......?" asked Maureen.

"Ahem, don't hide it, let me ...... When you challenged that day, I saw that you were talented and extraordinary, so I felt that I could survive the thirtieth wave of attacks, and the younger brothers and sisters didn't believe it, so they bet with me, I can't hold on to it when there are too many people. Oran slightly modified the experience of that day, and looked very supportive of the teenager.

"Just do me a favor...... Or...... I'll give you a little bit if you survive thirty waves?" Oran saw that the young man was frowning again, and hurriedly said, "How about four or six? After all, I still have to take risks, not ......"

Morin was quite interested in that magical illusion, and he didn't refuse to hear Orlan say this: "But I have to look up some battle materials first, I heard that there are detailed records of many battles in history in Victor Academy, I don't know where to keep them, how can I check them?"

"It's easy, I'll take you directly!" After saying that, Orlan picked up Morin and left, and after a while, he came to a building that looked like a library, with rows of tall bookshelves full of thick books, and the boy also saw several rows of cabinets dedicated to storing magic image stones.

"This is our campaign data tower. Oran introduced: "All the big and small wars in history, all the records have relevant materials here, this is the first layer, the storage of books and magical images, and the next few layers have more detailed battlefield records and command records, but you need a certain amount of permission to read, your current authority may not be enough." ”

"It's okay, just have books!" Morin said.

"Which war do you want to consult?" Oran asked, "I'll help you find it sooner, I've read most of the contents here, more or less." ”

"The Battle of the Blood Moon. Maureen replied.

"Uh...... Which war?"

"The Battle of the Blood Moon. ”

"Shhh......h Forbidden to ordinary people, don't you know?"

"Ah, why was it blocked, was there anything wrong with that battle?"

"I don't know exactly why...... Oran said with some embarrassment, "but it is said that after that war, all official records were sealed by order of the Parliament, and it seems that they have something to do with the cultists." ”

"Isn't there anything about it now?" asked Morin, with some disappointment.

"It's not that it can't be ......," Oran said slowly: "After all, it was the biggest war in the past hundred years, and our academy still has a fairly complete set of materials, and I have also seen some of them, but they require a high level of permission, and they will be greatly restricted when accessing." ”

"That'...... How can I get higher authority?" Morin asked, he had already made up his mind to figure out what had happened no matter what, after all, it had something to do with his father.

"As an exchange student, it's really hard to increase your permissions......" Oran said, a triumphant smile on his lips, "But there's a way to increase your permission level." ”

"How?" the boy asked.

"Ladder of Trials, fifty steps. ”