In the morning, Ling Xiao tearfully came out of a rented house on a remote street and locked the door of the hut. On the signboard, the bark is crookedly pieced together with the words "Ling Xiao's Tearful Live Room". The room was as small as a cart selling skewers across the street, with only a sofa and a wooden table. In the past, she used to earn her living by interviewing a few celebrities or submitting a few press releases to local newspapers.

"Well, when I arrive at the Academy of Magic, I will have to live in the dormitory of the Academy, and I may only be able to return here on weekends. ”

She closed the lock and looked reluctantly.

The early morning sky was already slightly bright, and a few rays of hazy morning light shone on the stone path in front of me, and walked straight forward through the central square, which was the magic academy where the statue of the archangel was erected.

Black Feather at home. Kuroba kicked open the bedroom door and walked out listlessly, rubbing his sleepy eyes, straddle his backpack over his shoulder, and walk down the stairs on the second floor. I saw my father Yisheng sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and there was a simple plate of side dishes and a pot of rice porridge with clear soup and water on the dining table.

"Yi Xin is out?"

"Oh...... Oh, yes. Ah Xin went out early in the morning, and he was so active in everything. You're going to report to the Intermediate Magic Academy today, right? ”

The middle-aged man poked out a long-face from behind the newspaper, and although his face was kind, and the deep wrinkles were full of smiles, the light in his eyes as sharp as a falcon could not be concealed.

This person is the head of the Chiyan family, the strongest holy demon master in the fire system, and the city lord of the holy city. Strange to say, the Holy City is different, the city lord does not have a personal guard, and the "Holy City Guard" to maintain the stability of the holy city is not under the jurisdiction of the city lord, but is formed by magicians themselves. The way the lord of the city ran the city was to read the newspaper every day and go fishing by the river.

Hei Yu ate a few bites of the food on the table, although this breakfast was simple, but at first glance it was from Yi Xin's hand, and it was definitely not his father's cooking, because this loving father's cooking level can be described as "miserable......

"Black Feather, I heard that you were at the scene when that incident happened yesterday......"

Behind the black feather is a spirit. Yesterday's incident must have referred to the "Demon Invasion" that caused a sensation in the Holy City, and he ignored his father's advice and not only used dark magic in the city, but also confronted the Demon Clan in public, isn't this for fear that others will not know that he has the "dark power" called a taboo.

Swallowing the last few bites of rice at the bottom of the bowl, he muttered, "I, I'm done!"

The chair was pushed back, and he picked it up behind his back and walked out of the door in a hurry, for fear that his father would have to worry about it again.

"Speaking of your dean, I've known him for a long time...... I really miss when I was young......"

After Hei Yu went out, the city lord Yisheng was still sitting on the sofa, his eyes were foggy, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, immersed in his memories.

Black Feather walked in front of the rising sun, and in front of the gate of the Academy of Magic, stood a white statue of an archangel. It can be said that this statue is the symbol of the city, and it is also the belief of the people. Because of this statue, the inhabitants of the Holy City even have the privilege of not kneeling to the royal family.

A ray of sunlight is shining on the face of this angel, making people look at it at a glance, and an indescribable sacredness and solemnity rise in their hearts. Ling Xiaotear's lonely and small back was standing under this tall statue, his hands reverently clasped together in front of his chest, and his ten fingers clasped together, as if he was silently reciting something.

Black Feather walked over indifferently and nudged her elbow.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Shh......h This is a statue of the Archangel. He is the god who brought magic to this world 5,000 years ago, and he is the god who fought off the demon king in exchange for peace in the human world...... Whenever you meditate on this angel in your heart, He will bless you. ”

Black Feather shrugged, "Cut, it's superstition, it's just a statue......"

He glanced at the archangel with disdain, and saw that he had lowered his eyebrows, and looked very kind, as if he were about his own age, and still a handsome man.

"This angel, please bless me......"

Ling Xiao said reverently with tears.

Suddenly, a strange telepathy rose in his heart. With an itchy nose, he turned his head away embarrassedly, and muttered softly:

"Why don't you meditate on me......"

There were more and more students who came to report behind him, and Ling Xiao tears also walked forward with Hei Yu. It's just that Hei Yu didn't notice that Ling Xiao, who was more than two heads shorter than him next to him, secretly wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye when he lowered his head slightly.

In front of the statue of the archangel just now, she remembered that she had lost all her people when she was six years old, and fled all the way from a hidden village on the edge of the West Sea, setting up a raft, and drifting across the ocean, just to find this jewel-like shining city on the central continent, in order to come to the front of this legendary archangel.

This is the last harbor in her vast sea of suffering. Because she had heard that only the magic academy in the Holy City only recruited students of the Dark Elf Clan.

"It's a city where people of all races will be loved and cared for equally. "This is the first day she has been in the ranks of refugees and come to the Holy City, and the Red Flame City Lord once told her.

The sky is blue, the white clouds are long, and the warm spring sun shines on the peaceful academy. Dean Yun Lan stood on the top of the steps in front of the main teaching building and personally met with the new students. To his left and right, there were magic instructors of various departments standing in a line, their magic robes of various colors fluttering in the wind, and the staff inlaid with magnificent gems in their hands shone brightly.

Dean Yun Lan stepped forward, he was tall, a luxurious dean's white robe, wearing a blue wind magister cloak issued by the Pantheon, the highest magic institution, and the blue light on his body that symbolized the wind attribute faintly appeared, and the light blue flowing long hair complemented each other, making the whole person look like a fairy.

Of course, this dean is the head of the Academy of Magic, but from him, there is no trace of peerless arrogance and thousands of miles away, but there is a gentle and quiet between the handsome eyebrows, and the feminine beauty of some men and women.

His voice was also as gentle as water, arousing the desire to come close to him and listen:

"Today is the first day of enrollment for intermediate magicians, and I know that everyone standing here is here with dreams!"

He looked around the audience and folded his hands gracefully.

"Becoming a magician is the dream of everyone on this continent. In addition to talent potential, there is also the acquired hard work, whether you can become an excellent magician or not, it depends on you!"

The strongest Holy Demon Master in the wind system, Black Feather had heard of this person, and he also had the nickname "Wind Blade". However, it is said that after he arrived at the academy to teach, he devoted himself to cultivating excellent young generation magicians, and the rumors of his dominance on the mainland disappeared.

"Before you are classified, I will test your magical attributes and physical potential in turn. ”