However, the blonde youth clearly has arrogant capital.

At his feet, several young officers in military uniforms, who were significantly older than normal school students, but were under the age of thirty, were lying on the ground and wailing.

Those who know the inside story can see at a glance that these people on the ground are all short-term trainees who will enter this year's school, and they are also the best officers of the major fleets in the same period.

"Who is this man? He is so arrogant, and he dares to make trouble at the gate of the Royal Naval College?"

Most of the onlookers were students of the college, and some of them were indignant. There are also latecomers who don't know why, they think that this guy who blocked the door is too arrogant, and they want to go up and teach him a lesson.

"Hey, it's him?"

Squeezed into the crowd and saw the blonde young man standing at the entrance of the academy, Krell sighed slightly, revealing an expression of interest.

"Krel, do you know him?" Looking at Krel's appearance, it was obvious that the snake was no stranger to the troublemaker.

As the two of them spoke, the new officer who had arrived to report couldn't look at it, stepped into the circle, drew his long sword and jingled with the blonde youth.

Thunder!

"I'm Second Fleet Lieutenant Officer Kurt Banner to teach you a lesson!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity to hide in the crowd, Krell whispered an explanation to Aven.

"He's a celebrity in Port Newin..."

Soon, combined with Krel's story and the current scene, Evan vaguely pieced together the cause and effect in his heart.

The name of the blonde youth is Wacker Wells, and his popularity in Newinn is not low.

The "farce" he led at the gate of the academy today is actually not the kind of cliché in the novel where the civilian genius who is oppressed by the powerful rises up to resist the shady injustice.

You must know that the ordinary civilian families in this world, without the support of the upper echelons, coupled with the accumulation of several generations of their own generations, even if the younger generations are talented, it is difficult to train formal knights under the age of thirty.

And Wacker Wells was once a young talent who advanced to the rank of official knight in his early twenties, and was born in a powerful family at the top of the entire kingdom, and was even once rated as the head of the Four Knights of Newin in his youth by the good deeds.

However, all this glory is in the past.

The once-glorious Wells family collapsed overnight because they were accused of cult worship, and the Wells family, which had a bad reputation when they came to power, had few friends willing to offer shelter.

The property and wealth accumulated by the family over the years were soon dismembered and devoured by the hungry wolves who surrounded them.

As the last surviving member of the lineage, Wacker Wells saved his life in the great changes of the family due to various games and some secret reasons, but the desire to revitalize the family and return to the elite class is like a nightmare, gnawing at his heart all the time.

Joining the Royal Naval Academy's short course, re-entering the high-level vision, and building a network of high-level contacts is already his last chance to revitalize the family.

However, after submitting his application at the age of 23 and not waiting for the admission notice for seven consecutive years until he turned 30 this year, Wacker Wells finally lost his only hope and completely despaired after the final list of this year was announced.

But how can he be willing to return to the ordinary after experiencing the glory period of the family?

No, never!!

At the end of his rope, he has to prove the mistakes of the academy today by challenging those so-called elites who have admission qualifications!

By the time Evan and Krell arrived, five elite officers who had advanced to full knighthood before the age of 30 had fallen under his sword. Although Wacker had not yet reached the point of losing his mind and killing people directly, they were all badly wounded.

Bang!

Whew-

Fighting knightly swords in a dense crowd was a high-risk decision in itself, and the aftermath of the battle alone was not something that ordinary students and a very small number of citizens watching the excitement could resist.

Major Kurt Banner, who was the last to take the field, was obviously not a weak man, and the evenly matched battle situation made it impossible for the two to control the scope of the battle anymore.

As the sparks flew everywhere, the battle circle continued to expand, and the crowd of onlookers kept retreating, leaving more space for them.

But it's always risky.

"Be careful, get out of the way!"

In the midst of the rapid battle between the two sides, one side suddenly couldn't dodge, and was hit by the opponent's heavy sword and flew out, roaring and smashing into the crowd of onlookers.

Boom –

The crowd hurriedly dodged, but how could ordinary people escape the full force of the official knight's blow? If he was really hit, the knight might be fine, but the audience could break their bones and even die with a whimper.

Unfortunately, the landing point happened to be in the direction where Evan and Krell were standing, but they couldn't be ignored.

At his feet, Evan was already like a wisp of green smoke from the gap in the crowd to the front, and he stretched out his hand and gently rested it on the knight who was flying like a cannonball.

"Sword Style, Floating Boat!"

Null –

With a muffled sound, the muscles and fascia of Aiwen's whole body fluctuated and trembled in an orderly manner with the breathing method, and the strong kinetic energy was frantically absorbed, transformed, and released by his body, and the surging wind was like a pair of outstretched wings whistling out from both sides of his body, blowing away the crowd that had no time to dodge.

Whew-

Evan himself was like a boat propelled by the wind, sliding backwards on tiptoe. Only four or five steps later, all the kinetic energy brought by the knight has been completely transformed and released, and it fell to the ground from movement to static, and was supported by Aiwen.

"Ahem, thank you, friend!"

Staggered to his feet, Kut, who was picked up by Aven's hand, hurriedly thanked Aven, and no longer had the face to stay here, not even picking up the saber he had dropped, and turned around and hurried away.

Ai Wen didn't mind, he was embarrassed to stay if anyone was beaten like this, except for the few brothers who were lying on the ground and couldn't stand up.

Just as he was about to turn away, a pinprick sensation of being targeted by a beast came from ahead. When he looked up, his eyes were red, and his body was covered in a pale white steam, Wacker Wells was staring at him with his sword held high.

To be more precise, it is a special uniform that belongs to the students of the short course.

"Ho, there's another kingdom moth!"

Evan had no doubt that his own actions would inevitably lead to a thunderous blow from Wacker Wells.

Staring at Wacker, who was clearly not in the right state, the tip of Aven's nose moved.

The keen sense of smell combined with the active spirituality of being a wizard's apprentice seemed to catch something, well, it was witchcraft, no, the smell of sacrificial rituals.

As expected.

The direction of the smell was that of Wacker Wells, whose eyes were red and his teeth were bared. Although it had obviously been cleaned up, the faint fishy smell and sulfur smell left on his body still couldn't escape Aivan's perception.

"It's... Some kind of evil ritual was held, and then something accidentally went wrong, is this guy going out of control?" Evan groaned slightly, guessing in his heart.

"It's no wonder that the battle was still evenly matched just now, and the winner was divided in a blink of an eye, and it turned out that it was not some tragic genius who had never met with talent?

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