In a closed secret room, a slightly magnetic male voice came from. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo?ww?w?．??

"Lilia, my own sister, can you confirm that he is worthy of our investment in him?" Sith, the man who loved to laugh, had more worry and worry in his eyes at this time.

"Yes, brother, from the first time I saw him, I knew that he was the person we were looking for, and all of this was God's instruction, and only omnipotence could guide us to further places." Lilia tilted her head, the slight yellow light shining obliquely, her eyes slightly misty, and her eyes were full of sacredness.

"But?" When the Sith seemed to want to say more.

"Nothing, my dear brother, do you not believe in the existence of God?" Lilia's voice was still cold.

"No, it's not, how could I not believe it? I believe. When he said this, the Sith looked helpless, but there was more of a doting look in the helplessness.

"That's good, brother, trust God's guidance, God Almighty, you can't go wrong."

"Hey, okay." Sith looked at her sister who was so persistent, and she didn't know what to say in her heart, but she just hoped that her so-called god could really bless her and let her gain something, and now it can only be like this.

"Okay, brother, I know that you love me the most, I want to be God, believe me, this time, there will definitely be a huge harvest." At this point, Lilia's gaze radiated infinite hope, which was the worship of God.

"God, please bless me." Lilia clasped her hands together and said reverently.

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"Intend to fund me? What's going on? Blue touched his chin with a strange look, but Blue quickly took the matter to heart, and there was something more important for him to do.

A small-looking bungalow sits quietly in the corner of the campus. The triangular red roof is particularly mottled, and the white façade has been upturned, as if no one has been here for a long time.

Looking at the ground outside the bungalow, the fallen leaves are colorful, and even some have rotted, leaving only shallow footprints, which can tell people that someone has been here, I don't know why, a little coolness rises in Blue's heart, and the more he feels that this place is eerie.

The wobbly wooden sign hanging at the doorway with the words "Spell Hall" told Blue that he was not wrong, and that this was the Spell Hall.

However, after seeing it with his own eyes, it was completely unexpected by Blue, and he never imagined that the place containing the magic model of an academy would be like this, and he didn't dare to think about it at all.

"Now that they're all here, there's no choice, and going in will be another world." Blue approached the wooden door of the small bungalow, and with a gentle push, he suddenly felt the smoke and dust fill the air.

"Ahem, ahem." The thick smoke made Blue's throat feel uncomfortable.

"You're here." A hoarse voice made Blue a little creepy.

"Who, who?" Blue walked into the little bungalow, his eyes felt uncomfortable, and everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

I don't know how long it took for Blue's eyes to vaguely see the inside of the small bungalow, and there were many shelves in front of him, and on top of the shelves were crystal balls the size of a fist.

And outside the shelf, there is a rickety figure.

"You are?" Blue asked in a whisper.

"Haha, aren't you here to get a spell model?" The rickety body turned around, and what Blue saw was a very thin face, like a dried corpse, the whole face was only skinny and bone, his eyes were almost closed, and when he spoke, he could see the up-and-down agitation in his throat that was particularly obvious.

"Yes, yes, yes." Blue said in his heart at this time that he was not afraid, that was a lie.

"Very good, very good, young man, the spirit is really good."

"Say what you want, what spell do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn the Wind Blade." Blue said what he thought, this spell is also the only O-level spell that Blue has carefully selected to be more suitable for his current stage, generally speaking, for apprentice-level mages, they can usually only master O-level spells, and the difference in level is only the difference in the number of spells mastered.

And Blue, who was deeply influenced by his previous life, always felt that attack was the best defense.

So the first spell, Blue chose was an offensive spell.

"Oh. Yes, I know how to choose offensive spells, but that's not bad. ”

"Wind Blade spell model, oh, remember." I saw the old man stretch out his withered arm, and the next moment, a crystal ball the size of a fist appeared in the palm of the old man's chicken-like palm.

"Here you go." The old man easily threw it, a perfect parabola, towards where Blue was.

"Oops." Blue was also frightened by the old man's bold move, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, this is a good thing, and he was entertained like this.

"Okay, get it, let's go, oh, by the way, remember to swipe your ID card at the door, don't forget." The old man looked impatient and chased Blue away.

"Yes, yes, yes." Blue hurriedly replied. People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Turned around and left the spell hall, and it was really according to the old man's words. At the door, he swiped his ID card and walked out of the wooden door.

"Squeak."

"Bang."

When Blue walked out, the wooden door closed automatically.

"What a weird old man." Blue didn't know how to express his mood at this time, so he held the crystal ball in his hand, put it in his pocket, and returned to his dormitory without stopping.

As everyone knows, when he went back by himself, a screen suddenly rose in the dim spell hall, showing all kinds of information about Blue.

At this time, the old man, looking at the information with a slightly focused expression, muttered in his mouth: "The battle of fate will start again, who is the ultimate child of destiny, and who can really get out of here?" The white light illuminated the old man's emaciated face.

"In the absence of any attack ability, he can also resist the curse, although it is just a small curse, and the official mage can avoid it, but for him at that time, he can also be removed, so how to choose?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say." Then the white screen slowly dimmed, and then disappeared without a trace, and the spell hall returned to darkness, leaving only a few words from the hoarse voice