Wren stood incognito against the wall, observing the half-elves in the courtyard.

Judging by her soul characteristics, she is already sixteen years old, a few years older than she looks in appearance, and the growth rate of half-elves is a little slower than that of normal humans.

Her swordsmanship is quite brilliant, at least at her age, and it is difficult to find an opponent when it comes to swordsmanship alone. She wielded a very light thin sword, only a finger and a half wide, without any enchantments, but in her hand it swung a moonlit sword shadow, with a chill.

The half-elf's steps were extremely light and flexible, and there was only an extremely subtle sound between flickering and moving, and if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, through this wall, you wouldn't have heard anyone practicing the sword inside.

This is obviously a talent from the elves.

Many of the swordsmanship in the world of Ehrenus comes from elves, and the top swordsmen and sword masters are usually also from the elven family, and it is not surprising that half-elves have outstanding swordsmanship talents.

However, this is only a façade of her.

Wren's soul eye saw it more clearly, this half-elf's spell-casting talent was a cut above swordsmanship, and the potential was unlimited, and the talent was even better than that of a pure-blood elf. She is half human and has a Blood Soul curse in her soul, but to Wren's surprise, there is something magical hidden in her soul.

Hidden in the depths of the half-elf's soul, it resembles a crescent moon that emits a cold moonlight that illuminates her entire soul world.

Wren looked closely and found that it was not an element.

Because the soul eye could not sense its message, it could only be seen through the will of truth, and its outline seemed to be a strange scimitar, with a crescent-shaped part of the blade attached to a long handle.

"At least legendary!"

Wren was amazed in his heart, this legendary weapon was completely integrated with the soul of the half-elf, and it seemed to be innate, completely changing her soul structure and making it unique. Even, under its moonlight-like light, the Blood Soul Curse was suppressed to a low point, and there was almost no chance of attack.

Although she has not yet performed the soul transformation ritual, her physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, and her strength is equivalent to that of a third-level transcendent, and she has multiple elements in her soul.

Wren's mind moved slightly.

Originally, he just wanted to take care of Marke's illegitimate son and quietly bring it to the empire to arrange it in the territory, so that she would have no worries for the rest of her life.

But when I saw me, I was shaken.

This is an uncarved piece of jade, and if you embark on the path of transcendence, it will surely shine!

With her super talent, no matter where she is, sooner or later she will be discovered, and it is impossible to spend a life of inaction like ordinary people, and her true appearance is so good, she will completely grow up in the future, and she is a beauty who captivates the country and the city.

Beauty without the strength to protect herself will only bring her terrible disasters.

Marc is obviously well aware of her talent, and when he was still the king of Congatro, he could secretly protect her, and when he died, it wouldn't be long before an accident could happen.

Wren secretly sighed that Marc was really well-intentioned for this illegitimate daughter.

"Such a good talent, it can't be buried. He made a decision in his heart, "Anyway, six students have already been admitted, and it makes no difference if you take one more." Besides, those students are all specialized in other schools, and the potential of this half-elf is very suitable for following the path of a battle wizard, which happens to inherit my battle school. ”

The half-elf concentrated on practicing swordsmanship, and soon a layer of sweat appeared on his body.

It was freezing cold, she was only wearing a light linen dress, but she didn't feel cold at all, her steps became faster and faster, and the thin sword flickered around the courtyard like a faint light, cutting the air silently.

Wren didn't bother her, admiring it with interest.

Suddenly, the figure of the half-elf disappeared, and a cold light flashed in front of Wren, directly taking his eyes, and the chill on the sword light provoked his pores to stand up.

"What a keen perception!"

Wren exclaimed, knowing that he was still in stealth, the other party could not only find out his position, but also launch a surprise attack.

It is a bit strange that the Will of Truth should perceive a faint danger.

As his mind turned, Wren reached out and grabbed the tip of the sword that pierced his eyes.

Burst!

With a soft sound, the moonlight-like sword light converged, revealing the figure of a half-elf.

She also stood on the wall, only three steps away from Wren, and looked at Wren revealed from the invisibility, and her cold and deep eyes stirred up waves. She tried to pull her sword back with a force in her hand, but found that the thin sword seemed to be welded to Wren's hand, and it didn't move at all, and it didn't cut through the skin of Wren's palm.

The half-elf reacted extremely quickly, and immediately abandoned the sword and dodged into the courtyard, retreating with his back against the wall.

When she turned around, she noticed that Wren was missing from the wall.

The next moment, she noticed that someone was standing beside her, and when she turned her head, it was Wren who was holding a thin sword, his tall body almost close to his arm, close at hand, although there was a faint smile on his face, but the sense of oppression that exuded made her almost suffocate.

Just close contact, without using his hands, the half-elf felt weak in his hands and feet.

She immediately wanted to escape, but found that she couldn't move, as if she was being targeted by a dragon, and the difference in strength between the two sides was so big that she didn't even have the courage to resist.

Just as the half-elf was frightened, he heard the other person speak.

"What's your name?"

Wren's tone was gentle, without the slightest hostility, and he handed the sword back.

The half-elf subconsciously took his thin sword and hesitated for a moment before replying, "Anvila." ”

Her voice was clear, with a strange accent.

It may not be heard by others, but Wren knows very well that this strange tone is actually influenced by Elven language, mixed with Congatro language, so it is a bit weird.

Wren had already learned her name from Mark, but he just pretended not to know.

After Anvila took the sword, she quietly took two or three steps back, her face remaining very vigilant. She looked at Wren seriously, although she was still a girl with little experience, rarely had contact with outsiders, and was alone, she could still guess that this was a big man.

And it is an extraordinary person with extremely terrifying strength!

This made her heart tremble.

"Your swordsmanship is good. Wren complimented with a smile, swept his eyes over the yard, and asked, "Do you have anyone else at home?"

"I'm alone. Anvila whispered back.

Wren raised an eyebrow and asked knowingly, "Alone, where are your parents?"

Anvila's eyes dimmed, and somehow, she usually didn't talk much, she inexplicably relaxed her vigilance against the man in front of her, it seemed that because the other party was too handsome and had amazing charm, as if she had touched a soft corner of her heart, and said in frustration: "I don't have a father, and my mother also passed away three years ago." ”

"I'm sorry. Wren looked apologetic.

According to Marke, he never appeared in front of this illegitimate daughter, and only had private contact with her mother, the moon elf, and regularly gave her and daughter a living allowance so that they could have no worries about food and clothing.

If you want to take Anbella as a student, you must confirm that she will not turn against herself in the future because of Marc's death.

The Soul Eye showed that Avala was not lying.

"My lord," Anvila asked, looking up at her unremarkable face, and asked vigilantly, "Is there anything you did when you came to my house?"

"Hehe......" Wren laughed, "I passed by by accidentally, and I saw you practicing swordsmanship, and I was a little curious, so I stopped and looked at it for a while, hoping it didn't disturb you." He looked the half-elf up and down, touched his chin, and said truthfully: "Your talent is very good, you have such strength before your soul transformation, you are very suitable to become my student, I don't know if you are interested?"

Surprise flashed in Anvila's eyes, and she couldn't believe it.

The strength shown by Wren is unfathomable, at least above the legend, any ordinary person who hears that there is a legend who wants to accept him as a student, will immediately agree, but she has doubts.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Wren smiled, "My name is Wren Augustus, I'm from the Orion Empire, and I'm a battle wizard. ”

"Wren Augustus...... Battle Wizard ......"

Anvila muttered in a low voice, she seemed to have heard this name somewhere, her mind flashed, her eyes suddenly widened, she could no longer maintain a cold attitude, and lost her voice: "You are the Duke of Augustus?"

"It's me. Wren smiled, a little smug in his heart.

Anvila is still in a state of distraction, she lives in seclusion, but she also knows the upheaval that has taken place in the kingdom during this time, the restoration of the dragonborn, the accession of a new queen to the throne, the dukes of the seven duchies have changed four in one go, and a new duke has been born, the duke is a legendary wizard from the empire.

"Is that him?" she was surprised and delighted, "so young!"

Wren continued, "If you are willing to worship me as a teacher, follow me back to the Empire to the Floating City of Wezeland. With your talent, you will soon become a wizard, and like me, you are a rare battle wizard who can use your talent perfectly. ”

"How?" his eyes were filled with sincerity.

Although Anvila is a half-elf, she has been extremely proud of her racial background under the influence of her mother since she was a child, and keeps her distance from others, but in the face of a legendary wizard like Wren, the little pride in her heart is vulnerable.

Not to mention a half-elf, even if it is a noble pure-blood moon elf or a silver gray elf, they don't want to miss such an opportunity.

The half-elf is cursed by a blood soul and cannot become a mage, and a wizard is his best transcendent path!

"I've seen the teacher. Annella bowed.

"Good. ”

Wren smiled with relief, "If there's anything you want to bring, go pack it now, we'll be leaving Congatro soon." ”

Anvira turned and entered the cramped room and came out in a few minutes with a small package in her hand.

Wren nodded, opening a portal.

Before entering, he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, since you are already my student, there is no need to disguise yourself as a human anymore, you can show your true appearance generously, and no one will dare to do anything to you." ”

After saying that, Wren entered the portal.

Anvila's face changed drastically, because Wren said these words in elven language, and she realized that the teacher had long seen through that she was a half-elf.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then raised her hand to wipe the necklace around her neck.

Suddenly, the mediocre face returned to a stunningly beautiful face, a long moon-white hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of the head, and the white skin seemed to have a faint glimmer, and the temperament was elegant, although it was still a little immature, it was enough to amaze people.

The linen clothes worn on her body could not hide her demeanor at all, but had a cold sense of alienation, which made people feel that they could only watch from a distance and could not be approached.

Annella revealed her true face and took a deep breath and stepped into the portal.