Marianne reclined on the bed, obviously much better than before, but the amount of medicine seemed to have increased again today.

"Mister," she called first, "don't be impatient. I often encounter dead ends in my research, but what I think is a dead end is sometimes completely different from a different perspective. Your "spirit of speech" may have brought you many calamities and misfortunes, but it may not be a gift from heaven in the future. ”

"I'm a scholar, and I don't usually comfort myself and others with such unfounded words, which are based on my understanding and experience of psychic knowledge. She added.

Marianne said very sincerely, and Mister couldn't help but nod slightly.

Zandar strongly agrees with the rationality of Marianne scholars, but Marianne does not like him.

"Ian," Marianne said to Ian again, "this battle is a test that Mister has given you to see your own shortcomings, do you realize?"

"Yes. Ian replied perfunctorily, which he thought was just Mister venting.

"And what do you realize?" asked Marianne.

For a long time, Ian didn't speak.

Marianne sighed, "You are risking your own lives and those of your companions by relying on the content of myths and stories in battle. You lack too much knowledge, otherwise you wouldn't be gullible about those stories. ”

"Yes......" The facts were in front of him, and Ian had to respond silently again.

"Ian, low-level. He interjected with a smirk, and suddenly wondered, "Ian, not Barne?"

It took a long time for Ian to explain his name to Pata. Pata was visibly disappointed, but he still liked the name Bath.

Zandar and Mister both went to help Sherman clean up, and the whole hall passed through it like a hurricane. Ian, on the other hand, was left in her room by Marianne.

Marianne sighed, "I was disappointed by your performance just now. ”

"Not necessarily," Ian finally couldn't help it, raising an eyebrow, "I'm not your student. We just happen to have the same purpose, and you use me to do things you can't, and it's best not to forget that. ”

A wry smile crossed Marianne's lips, but she didn't have the strength to argue with Ian at the moment.

"You're right, but in order to accomplish my purpose, you must be stronger—both mentally and mentally. ”

Ian knew she was mocking her for embodying the groom in the battle.

After Ian systematically understood the principle of psychic power from Marianne, he was able to manifest spirits except for the three of them, but it was far less easy than using Zack and the others. Other than that, he still didn't know the spiritual power of combat skills, which were too foreign to him to understand.

"I remember telling you that we were just containers of magic energy. According to ancient records, we are creatures who live in symbiosis with the energy of this continent. Marianne spoke at a slow pace, "The continent continues to breed all kinds of magic elements, and we borrow them.

Also returned, like a container. The difference between people is only the size of the container. ”

She took a sip of water and continued, "Later, because of the War of the Fallen Gods, the remaining countries signed a secret contract to cut off our connection with the continent's magic element with an ancient secret technique. Slowly, as there is no new magic element flowing in, there is less and less magic essence remaining in our body, and it quickly fades after several generations of reproduction. ”

"Mild times. Ian said.

"Yes. The interesting part is here, without the massive use of our containers, the continent's magic energy has also decayed. However, there is another speculation in the study: the continent's magic elements have not decayed, but have been deposited due to lack of flow, and no new magic elements are no longer breeding. However, these two speculations did not have much impact on the Empire's plan to liberate the Psychic Power, so no one delved into it here. ”

"What the Empire wants to do is to break down the barrier between us and the continent's magic, and let humans and subhumans return to the flow of magic—but the method they have chosen is a little crude. Daimler and his research team used a method to collect magic elements from the continent and then tried to break through the barrier in the form of an energy blast. ”

"Those who fail can be mutated and die. Ian looked at Marianne in disgust, but she didn't feel the meaning of the gaze.

The tests of the Hecati Academy of Magic have been completed, and now their headmaster, Peo Wamile, has re-delivered an "opening speech" in front of the audience of more than 18,000 students.

Originally, more than 20,000 new students signed up for the test, which was tested in several batches. In this batch experiment of thousands of people, Dr. Daimler personally supervised and continuously adjusted and optimized the magic energy used for the experiment according to the physical data of the subjects, and finally improved the success rate. Unfortunately, more than 5,000 students were declared "test failures".

No one knows their whereabouts, and no one cares.

Peo gave a warm welcome to the students who passed the test, after all, they were all people who really had the power of mind—ah, no, magic. These apprentices will learn how to control and improve their magical energy, learn how to defeat their opponents, and also learn how to train the army in physical fitness and discipline. Most importantly, teach them how to kill their enemies without any fears.

After all, they will all be awarded military ranks and sent to the battlefield as special operations units.

"Puff puff!" As soon as a few translucent sabers were revealed, they immediately plunged into the straw man, and the audience burst into applause.

Dean Peo, with several lecturers with different specialties, is showing the different types of psychic abilities to the students who are officially enrolled in turn. Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes in the audience flashed with hope, obviously looking forward to their future. Their expressions of excitement and excitement were written on their faces, and those who had already met were even more exchanging ears, and they couldn't help but discuss.

Peo saw all of this and smiled.

"It's a pity that the classification of these magical techniques is not something you can choose freely, everyone has their own faces

Adaptability to the pair. As soon as Peo finished the announcement, there was a voice of disappointment in the audience.

"However, whatever skills you are adapted to learn in the end, our mentors will make them shine like stars in your future combat life. You will be the brightest new generation of the Empire!"

The audience once again burst into warm applause.

"Hold on a few more months," Peo thought, "hold on a few more months, archon." When these people are on the battlefield, the expansion of the empire can officially begin. ”

Quint, the commander of the Eastern Old Kingdom, was a little anxious. His troops had been in a stalemate with the Imperial forces for a long time on the front of White Kite City, and the battle was stalemate. With the advantage of his sheer size, he managed to stretch the battle line and hold back the actions of the Empire's special forces, causing them to take care of one or the other. But he didn't dare to let any detachment go deep alone.

The new king, Homerner, had already sent messengers to the southern part of the empire, and it was supposed that he had arrived on the southern coast ten days earlier, and sailed to the island nation of Fenris, across the sea from the mainland. One of the messenger's important tasks was to invite King Fenris to join the Old Kingdom and the Western Commonwealth Strategic Alliance to launch an offensive against the Hilfa Empire from the south.

Although the Fenris Islands are hanging beyond the South China Sea, they were also one of the few countries that survived the War of the Fallen Gods. Of course, a secret contract to seal the psychic power was also added. Now that the Empire has reneged on its agreement, as a participant at the time, Fenris should take a stand.

It's just that after the messenger infiltrated the southern part of the empire, he lost his message. King Homerner repeatedly urged Quint to send someone to gather the news, but Quint only knew that the last place where the messenger sent the message was Skylark, and that the news showed that he was still safe.

Located in the southern part of the empire, the "lonely city" Skylark City is said to be just an elegant aristocrat who loves flowers and plants, and has never been too involved in politics, let alone made any military achievements. His Skylark is also known as the back garden of the empire. In such a city, the courier with a strong psychic power should be able to safely hide his identity. Even if there is a problem, it will not be impossible to get out, and there will not even be any news.

A faint mist covered Quint's eyes that were characteristic of the wood elves, and his expression became more and more confused.

And the messenger in his mind, who was skilled and skillful, was kneeling in front of Orces, the lord of Skylark City.

The elegant Earl of Orces sat on his throne with a glass wine glass, and at the foot of five or six steps was the messenger Levimin, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

"Tell me, where do you want to go?"

"......" Levimin didn't raise his head, refusing to say a word.

"Okay, I'll guess first. Count Olsis smiled with interest, "Anyway, we have time. ”

"You can use your psychic powers to fight, and in this day and age, you are either a mercenary, a bounty hunter, a killer, or a member of the government and the army. Your fighting skills are not bad, and my immediate guards have been killed and wounded. Such skills, if you are a mercenary,

Killers have some reputation, especially the mercenary ......" Olces took a sip of honey wine, "are all registered, and you can find it out at a glance." ”

"......" Levimin still did not speak.

"Then it seems that you are either from the government or from the army. Olces laughed, "And not Imperial, otherwise I wouldn't have been unaware." ”

Li Weimin suddenly raised his head and coldly threatened: "You dare to provoke the falcon, I don't want to live." ”

"Falcon......" Orces savored these two words unhurriedly as if he were tasting wine, "it turns out that you still know the falcons of the Empire, but ordinary people outside the Empire don't know this. He grinned, "A bad attempt." Not only did it not scare me, but it also revealed more of his identity. ”

Levimin glared at the nobleman in front of him.

"Let me tell you, Falcon of the Empire, I know everyone, every single one. "I know everything about where they came from, where they came from, what they did, and what they did. So, you're not a falcon. ”

Levimin's anger began to deflate, a look of chagrin swept over his eyes. This moment did not escape the eyes of Olces.

He put down his glass, "Alright, stop struggling, are you a spy in the Old Kingdoms of the East, or a spy in the Western Federation?" he leaned down to look at Levimin down the steps, his elbows resting on his knees.

(End of chapter)