The two columns of powerful wizards standing tall next to him actually muttered a little in their hearts.

What a joke to begin with, this year there was actually a prince who was admitted to the Witch Spirit Court.

The sorcerers don't interfere with politics, the royal family doesn't have to deal with witchcraft, and the only intersection between the two parts is the king and their high priest.

Now a prince inserted, what does it mean?

Many wizards had deep eyes, but the young man who stood in the middle who crushed everyone with his appearance and temperament was silent.

Will the High Priest refuse?

But she only glanced at it, and didn't seem to look at the boy standing in the middle.

Then he lowered his head and continued to look at his scroll.

"I've seen it, let's go down"

"Whoa"

The wizards stepped back with the new wizards

The boy glanced at the ruler from afar.

Turn around and leave.

The life of the witch court is not easy, because this is the world of wizards, they are powerful, noble, independent, respectful and orderly, their style and hobbies are different from ordinary people, and the remaining nine new people are complaining in the high-density study, but this prince wizard has never called a word of bitterness, although he is indifferent, but he will also help the nine people of the same class to sort out the learning points to be studious and hard-working, and gradually, the wizards who have investigated him have changed their opinion of him a lot, although they do not regard him as the same kind, but they will not deal with it

What kind of style a ruler has, what kind of style and bones will the people below probably have.

framing and bullying a junior, the wizards of the entire Witch Spirit Court disdain to do such a thing.

Compared to the various deceit and contempt and bullying that he might encounter every day in the court, this place is a paradise for him, and his performance is also in the middle and upper reaches of the ten.

To this extent as a person who has never had much foundation. It is already an exception.

Until the test half a year later

His bones had been scrapped, and he was unable to cultivate magical powers.

Everyone's gaze on him changed from jealousy to complexity

Who is it that dethrones him? No one could have guessed, because there were too many people who could attack him and succeed.

When one of the witch doctors of the Witchcraft presented a report to the high priest. It listed in detail as many as twenty-four toxins in the body of this sixteen-year-old prince, with three hundred and twenty bruises and thirty-five fatal wounds

Even the heaviest prisoners in prison have never been treated like this.

There are not many people who have such a resilient life.

The high priest only glanced at it casually, but did not look closely, for she knew what had happened to this man when she first met that day.

Close the report.

"Transfer him to the house"

The people below were stunned.

The room is a place where books are stored, organized and compiled. Although it looks inconspicuous to outsiders, only the inner wizard understands that this chamber is the most important place in the Witch Soul Court.

"Crown, this person's mental skills and arithmetic skills are excellent?"

I didn't see much of it last night when I read those copies. It's also above average.

The reports he submitted were all carefully calculated, not up or down, not impartial, but the hand speed and heart rate of each word far exceeded that of all the wizards in the Witch Spirit Court. Not a lot of words. Word for word. Wu Lingting has his mental skills and arithmetic, and Loulan is the only one."

Loulan is a demon in mental art and arithmetic, and what is even more demonic is his talent for magic, he can be called a natural wizard, such a demon is unique in the Witch Spirit Court, and all the high priests naturally know this.

didn't expect this halfway monk to have such a talent

It's just that Loulan is talented and evil, and her personality is also demonic, which is terrifying. The only one who could hold him down was the High Priest.

As for this prince, he is as powerful as the Witch Spirit Court, and he has always been unafraid of imperial power.

However, it also means that this prince's intelligence is extraordinary, at least far beyond all the bloodlines in the royal family. Such a character has such a life experience, if it is set up a little, and the body is not ruined, even the supreme position can be calculated

Looking at the situation where he is now sent to the Witch Spirit Court to fend for himself, it is embarrassing, and it is no wonder that he wants to behave mediocrity

Later, this prince, who was even blocked by the way of wizards, was relegated to the library to do miscellaneous work to get the news, no matter which prince or which clan just smiled contemptuously, and refused to waste a little effort on this abandoned son.

The high priest never saw the boy again

Spring goes to autumn, and then the east goes to summer.

While the miscellaneous man in the stack was arranging the books, he turned his head and saw the high priest standing under the bookshelf in front of him, pulling out a book.

She wore a silver-gray gown today, the gown was thin, outlining the tall and slender figure, the lines were smooth, and she had a graceful temperament, and the robe was on the arm of the chair next to her, and she was still wearing clogs that were not thick at the bottom, but the person and the back were stretched by the light.

The room was so big, and the bookshelves were so high, setting off the emptiness and silence around her.

also made her as lonely as the fireworks of the prosperous era.

He recovered from his stunned stupores and stepped forward.

"On the Crown"

The high priest took the book and turned his head to look at him, and under the flow of the light, he looked forward to it, and it was thrilling.

She asked him some questions about his technique.

He wondered, but he answered.

After a while, the high priest opened the book in his hand, and the pages turned automatically, but in a moment, she closed it, and with a flick of her fingers, hundreds of bookshelves automatically detached from the heavy books, floating and stacking on the ground.

"Go and call two more people to rub down all the descriptions of the Wildfire Secret Techniques in these books, and research a hundred new Wildfire Secret Techniques for me."

Rubbing is still a small thing, research is a big thing.

When he hesitated.

"The appendices of this book are all compiled by you, such ability, enough"

Her understatement is the ease with which she is in control.

He suddenly understood that all his concealment was hidden in front of this person, and she could see through his embarrassment and caution with just one glance. also saw through his pain and resentment, and even saw through his current inability to advance or retreat.

However, no matter how complicated the pharmacology and witchcraft were all the simplest in his mind.123 Codifying the magic was indeed not difficult for him. Because a year has allowed him to read tens of thousands of books here, in terms of knowledge reserves alone, there are not many Witch Emperors in the Witch Spirit Court who are better than him.

This is the ocean of knowledge, the source of the strong, but he didn't expect that he would see this noble person again after two years.

She was as calm and calm as ever about him, and there was nothing special about him.

Right now, he was given a choice.

To do or not to do?

"No"

He bowed his head.

He felt. You should just succumb to the strength of the other party and your own inner plan.

Not the elegance of her eyes.

The sorting and research of the three people are all in the planning room, although it is not closed, but because the place is too big. Plus the secrecy is strong, so it's just the three of them.

The high priest did not join them, but read in the ashram on the other side.

Every time a part of the study is done, it has to be sent to her for review.

The other two are academics. Eloquence is extremely poor. Old-fashioned and submissive, trembling in front of her, unable to even say the basic questions, after one or two times, the two of them felt embarrassed and guilty, even if the high priest did not reprimand them, they also took the initiative to let him, a latecomer, go

He also thought it was funny, either of these two people went out as a storm witch emperor. Turning over the clouds and raining casually, why is it so unconfident. On weekdays, I can talk in an orderly manner.

Until he walked in with a book in his hand

The floor-to-ceiling windows are open, and the translucent silk curtains flutter in the wind, faintly, and the warm afternoon light penetrates through the gaps in the veil, which is divided into strips of half-concealed and half-hidden ambiguous colors.

He couldn't help but pause in his footsteps.

Everyone in the world thinks that the high priest is a dignified and old-fashioned person, but when you really look closely, you will feel her casualness and calmness.

When reading, he sits very lazily, leaning on a chair, leaning on a soft couch with long legs, sometimes flipping casually with one hand on the side of his face, and seems to be watching intently, occasionally moving his pen to write

Sometimes I draw when my interest comes.

She was painting now, the whole person was leaning on the soft couch, the left foot was against the jade trout, and the right foot hung on the left foot, whether it was the jade trout like jade or the jade foot like jade was no longer clear, he could only look away, stepped forward and put the book on the table.

She lowered the sketchpad against her lap and set it aside.

He looked at it, and was stunned for a moment, because the fish on the painting moved again, and as he looked at it, as if it had been touched, it suddenly jumped out, and suddenly became a live fish and jumped into his arms

Since he was a child, he swallowed his anger, and he didn't have any concentration at all, but at that time he was really caught off guard, his hands were so chaotic that he held the live fish back and forth, and it took several times in a row before he was so sweaty that he grabbed it, and when he looked up, he saw that the man was looking at him silently.

There was something strange about the gaze.

- Of course, because his series of reactions and actions were too funny.

Embarrassed, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

No matter how delicate his mind is, he can't move freely under this person's gaze.

The man on the couch tilted his head, "The crown of hair is messed up"

It's even more embarrassing than kneeling for three days that day.

He was embarrassed, for the corona's tone was flat, as if to remind him that his trouser belts were not tied.

After thinking about it, he blurted out such words.

"On the crown, do you still want fish?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fish flicked its tail, slapped it on his chin, and jumped out and landed on the ground with a snap, turning into ink.

Spread the natural ink color on the ground.

Miraculous.

He didn't care about the coldness on his chin, and subconsciously looked at her, and with a stroke of her fingers, the ink on the ground was retracted, and it fell back on the inkstone along with the ink stained on his chin.

"The ink spirit fish has always only liked people with spirituality, your will and spirituality are good, you can draw and cultivate your nature in the future"

He was amazed, although he had never liked the idle hobby of a carefree person, such as poetry and painting, but at the moment he thought it was quite good.

"No"

This was followed by a rigorous academic presentation

She asked, and he said, she listened, and the time passed like this (to be continued.) )