The weather is clear, the wind is smooth, and it is a good day to go to school.

Lu Ming is a new magician, and he can't release a few decent spells.

The place can also be called a mage, because there are so many kinds of magic elements in this continent that casting spells is as natural as eating and drinking, so everyone is a mage, and there are always three, four, five, six, seven, eight kinds of spells.

Although magic is very developed, thousands of years ago, the disturbance of the elemental turbulence in the last era of the end of the law scared the mages all over the world, so technology is also developing, but due to the existence of magic, it is a little off.

But this has nothing to do with him, the three generations of their ancestors are ordinary working mages, grandparents are experimenters in prestigious private alchemy studios, and his parents can only work as clerks in the local Ministry of Magic, so in terms of talent, he has no hope at all.

But it doesn't matter, he has neither the experience of being kicked by the goddess he likes in the novel, nor the blood feud of annihilation. The life of ordinary people is easy to get used to.

Then he was kicked.

The thing is very simple, Lu Ming put on his robe, leisurely hummed the third magic element song of yodel that has been popular recently, went downstairs, bought breakfast, turned a corner, and was kicked into a small alley one street away from the station, and was beaten violently with his head covered.

I don't know what it's like for others to be beaten, but most people will be very angry and choose to subconsciously fight back.

Lu Ming fainted directly.

He was still wondering in his heart what kind of magic these people would use, but when he punched him, he didn't know anything, and he was uncomfortable.

When he woke up, he saw the blue sky and white clouds, flocks of birds, the sun was still a little dazzling, the breeze was blowing, and the face of an old man with glasses and a white beard appeared, his face was full of wrinkles, and he shouted something at him happily. Lu Ming sat up with a wit, and found himself lying in a circular office, surrounded by people who didn't look like good people.

The old man said to him, "Then, young man, welcome to the Academy of War Arts!"

Lu Ming went crazy directly, and millions of thoughts flashed in his heart in an instant: What the hell, where is it, wasn't it beaten, where is my box and clothes? Who will wear this school uniform for me, I am going to the Buenos Aires Academy, and I can be admitted to a top university like the School of War Law?

Later, I heard that the old man was the principal, and he told the other teachers that a student was late because of some change, and then he poured someone out of the sack, kicked me twice, and woke up.

Lu Ming decided to go to the Ministry of Magic to find his parents to complain about him.

The old man looked at Lu Ming with a smile, in stark contrast to the gloomy people around him who might be teachers, and conjured a chair for him to sit down.

Well, it's pretty comfortable.

"I'm sorry to meet in this format, Mr. Lu Ming, this is the Academy of War Law, and I'm Principal Wang Tian. The old man pushed his glasses, and a black cat quietly jumped onto the desk, sitting gracefully at the table and staring at him.

"A month ago, we received a letter of recommendation from your parents, who were alumni of our school, and wanted us to consider you for admission, with your transcripts attached. The black cat's long tail rolled up a white letter and handed it to him, and the familiar italicized characters of his mother jumped on the paper.

"Although it is a bit unconventional, our faculty team has decided to accept your application after deliberation, after all, your special talents have been unanimously recognized by us. The black cat flicked its tail slightly, and there was a wonderful vibration in the air, and the windows of the circular office opened one after another as if by magic, and the gentle afternoon sun and breeze disappeared, and the lights came on, and it was pitch black outside the window, and the sky was full of stars. Only then did he notice that the robes of the teachers around him were quite tattered, and several people surrounded me from all directions, their expressions full of vigilance.

Lu Ming was shocked in his heart and secretly complained: Wait? He meant, I did it?

"Headmaster, I don't understand, I've been knocked unconscious. Lu Ming's voice trembled a little, and he was probably about to cry. "Wake up right here, what the hell is going on?"

"Oh?" the headmaster raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone full of unexpected schadenfreude. "Mr. Lu Ming, I know you have a lot of questions, some of the answers are in the envelope in your hand, and some of them I can't tell you now. But it's getting late, and I suggest you go back and rest, because there's still a commencement tomorrow waiting for you, and that's the real test. ”

Huh? That's good. Lu Ming complained again in his heart, I don't know anything, but the order to evict the guest is clear. Let's go, but where do I go?

When he was confused, both the man and the chair began to sink, and in the middle of the whirlwind, he saw the headmaster's smiling expression and the black cat's raised right paw, and when he came to his senses, he found that he was already in another place. The chair had a teleportation array on it.

With a warm fire, neat beds, and boxes lying quietly next to the bed, this place looks like a dormitory no matter how you look at it. The white letterhead was placed next to the pillow, he sat on the bed, reached for it, and suddenly a wave of drowsiness hit, and the whole person could not support it and collapsed on the bed, with a hypnotic spell on the envelope. I just woke up from a coma, why do I have to sleep again?

I'm so sleepy, how many kinds of magic does the old man have?