As the most powerful empire in the Sacred Continent, Alec has the most vast territory, and there are dozens of vassal kingdoms and principalities under his command.

St. Yaman's School of Magic, located at the southern end of the rich empire, thousands of miles away from the imperial capital, is not suitable for a long journey with a guard of honor, too cumbersome.

Therefore, after leaving the imperial capital, the honor guard was sent home, and Romney's carriage was escorted by the powerful Bane Hamm of the Sanctuary alone, and rushed to St. Aman's School of Magic and Magic.

With the Sanctuary Dragon Knights here, they are worthy of the protection of thousands of troops, so they don't need any extra guards.

Fortunately, the Fire-Eyed Unicorn is also extremely fast, and it can completely keep up with the ninth-level demonic beast under Bane Hamm's seat, the Thundering Earth Walking Dragon.

In less than three days, Romney, who was sitting in the carriage reading a book, heard the respectful voice of Bane Hamm outside.

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

Romney put down his book and stepped out of the extravagant carriage, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

A majestic academy, located on the top of a 100,000-mile mountain range, shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Outside the academy, there are three waterfalls that flow down to 3,000 feet, and a turbulent mountain river, winding far away, with no end in sight.

A bridge spans the river, one end on the bank of the mountain and the other straight up, into the depths of the dense forest behind the academy.

This thousand-foot overpass is actually made of crystal clear stones, shining with colorful halos under the sun.

Looking further away, one after another towering castles are hidden in the towering ancient trees.

A variety of exquisite buildings are scattered among them.

The dark blue Hiero flowers are all over the mountains, and at a glance, they are blue and beautiful.

There are also magic beams of light rising into the sky, reflecting the entire sky in all colors.

In the sky and on the ground, those rare and rare beasts that are extremely rare outside can be seen everywhere.

Jump through the woods, or hover in the air and sing.

"What a St. Aman's College."

Although it was the imperial prince Romney, who had already read all the prosperity of the world, he was also amazed by the picturesque and thrilling beauty in front of him.

"Your Highness, here they are."

Bain Hamm walked over to Romney and looked at the huge academy that encompassed almost the entire mountain range in the distance.

With his cultivation, he could naturally sense that at this time, in the academy, there were many powerful auras rising into the sky, flying towards this side.

He knew that the next moment would be His Highness's brightest moment.

Several Sacred Realm Instructors from within the academy stepped into the air and bowed to Romney, who was only fifteen years old.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Prince!"

You must know that a powerhouse at the level of the Holy Domain, even if he sees His Majesty the Emperor, he doesn't need to kneel, but now he treats Romney with such courtesy.

……

July, harvest season.

At the same time, it is also the season for the new recruitment of St. Yaman's Academy of Magic.

The surging crowd of people lined up from the entrance of the academy to this end of the overpass, and the crystal overpass, which was thousands of feet long and ten feet wide, had already been crowded one after another.

These people are not new.

Rather, it is a prospective candidate who is qualified to take the test.

And that's only part of the story.

St. Aman's School of Magic, which is well-known at home and abroad, even abroad, there are many students who want to come in even if they sharpen their heads.

The St. Yaman Academy of Magic is the oldest magic academy on the Holy Continent, and its faculty is undoubted, and even many Sanctuary mages are willing to deign to teach here.

It's just because this is the only living god on the continent who lives.

This is the cradle of the strong, giving birth to countless powerful existences, and on the mainland, countless myths and legends have started from St. Aman.

As the first college in the mainland, the threshold for entering St. Yaman is naturally very high, and the requirements can be said to be very strict.

The academy not only values magical talent, but also spirituality, endurance, cultivation, understanding, and even mental character.

Every year, hundreds of thousands of people who are eligible to participate in the selection process are put to death, and less than 1,000 are able to enroll.

There are many people who have died in the test.

However, even if the entrance exams and elimination rates are so desperate, it still does not prevent those with magical dreams from coming one after another, undergoing cruel experiments, and crossing the single-plank bridge in thousands of troops.

Even at the cost of his life.

Here, no family background is good.

Even if you are a prince or noble, or even a relative of the emperor, you must obediently go through the process, and you can only enter the school if the conditions are met, otherwise you will be sorry.

Romney is an exception.

As the dean of the School of Magic, a god who walks in the world, and a disciple of the God of Law.

Only him, without any tests, directly enrolled, and even greeted by the major Sanctuary Demon Masters in person.

In the dean's room, the black curtains block the sunlight cleanly, and the ground is covered with a soft and thick animal skin blanket, which is priceless.

The quaint lamps hanging on the walls were not oil lamps, but glowing crystals the size of a fist.

This is the essence of thick earth.

In the outside world, the size of a fingernail is enough to make people crazy, and even the powerhouses of the Holy Realm are thrilled by the treasure.

But here, it can only be used as an oil lamp and other items for lighting.

Romney can also roughly guess a little bit of the temperament of the god of law through the furnishings and decorations around him.

I sat in the dean's office and waited.

Romney had also met no less than ten Sanctuary Magisters who had come to greet him.

This group of top powerhouses in the continent, any one of them, is enough to make the lords of the major powers treat each other politely and dare not offend in the slightest.

But in the presence of Romney, they were as kind as fathers and mothers.

Even, somewhat flattering.

Romney, of course, understands their minds –

As the mentors of the academy, even if they were Sanctuary Demon Masters, they were still happy to have one more disciple who had reached the Dharma God Realm.

The powerhouse of the Holy Domain is naturally a legend on the continent.

But a teacher of the Dharma God is enough to become an epic, praised by countless people, and famous through the ages.

And in the face of the hush of several Sanctuary Demon Masters, he asked for warmth.

Romney only politely returned the favor and did not talk to them in depth.

Keep somebody at arm's length.

He was patiently waiting for the Fashen teacher to appear.

In the teacup, which has long been cooled, there are a few pieces of tea that seem to have just been picked, and they are verdant.

This is a specialty of the elves who live in the deep forest.

Drinking this tea can slightly enhance the affinity for the magical elements between heaven and earth, and it can also be called a treasure for magicians.

This is also what St. Yaman Academy of Magic and Magic paid a certain price to exchange with the elves, exclusively for tutors and excellent students to drink.

Still, no matter how miraculous it was, Romney wasn't too interested.

He didn't need the aid of this kind of thing.

Even though I had been waiting for half an hour, this cup of tea was cold.

He didn't finish it either.

Nothing else, just don't like tea.

The entrance is slightly astringent.

Even so, Romney was bored, and there was no mouthful, and this cup of tea was about to bottom out.

Fortunately, before he could finish his last sip, the man finally walked in.

He wore a gray cloak and held a cane in his hand, and he looked very delicate and ornate.

A head of silver-white curly hair, draped behind him, and a long beard that fell down to his chest, was meticulously groomed.

His eyes were blue-green, crystal clear, and shimmered with wisdom, and his lips were naturally curved, making him look approachable.

It is a traditional image of a magician.

But it has more vicissitudes than most magicians.

It's something that nothing can carve on the face except the years.

He must be his teacher who has been absent since birth.

The founder and dean of St. Aman's Academy of Magic, the god of law who walks in the world, Pro Dognos!

He looked to be in his forties, and he didn't even see wrinkles on his face.

But in fact, he has lived for an unknown number of years, far longer than the history of the St. Yaman Academy of Magic.

Romney stood up and bowed for the first time to everyone except his father and queen mother.

"Oh, my dear child, you are at last."

Pro Dognos looked at the handsome and unparalleled Romney with undisguised appreciation in his eyes, "I heard that your growth trajectory in the past fifteen years is very good, you are much better than I imagined." ”

"It's all from your blessings."

Romney is humble and authentic.

After a polite exchange to get acquainted with each other.

Finally cut to the chase.

"Then let's not talk too much." Pro Dognos looked at Romney and said, "My child, you are the most special being I have ever seen, and at this moment I want to know, you ...... Would you like to be my disciple? I mean, the only personal disciple. ”

Romney placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed respectfully again.

"It is my pleasure, Your Excellency Pro Dognos, the great god of law. You know, that's what I'm here for. ”

"Good. Good. ”

Pro Dognos, the god of law, had a smile of relief and joy on his face, and said two good words in a row.

Then, he raised the staff in his hand, and the colorful hedron on the tip of the staff pressed against the center of Romney's brow.

The next moment-

A dazzling and holy light illuminates the entire office.

The countless hidden magic array patterns on the four walls were also revealed under the stimulation of this magic power.

The magic lines shone brightly, and Romney felt like the world was shifting.

In a haze and trance.

He heard the Dharma God say gently, "Child, please believe me. ”

"From now on, St. Aman will be even more brilliant because of you!"

Meanwhile.

On the admissions plaza in front of the flyover.

One by one, prospective candidates are stepping forward to be tested for their magical talents.

Soon it was the turn of a richly dressed teenager to step forward.

He followed the instructions of his mentor, and like so many prospective candidates in front of him, he put his hand on the magic crystal ball that could evaluate his talent, and soon, the crystal ball gave feedback.

The maroon glow shone brightly, taking up a third of the shape of the crystal ball.

"Earth-based mid-level and high-grade magical talent."

As soon as the result came out, the aristocratic young man who was originally full of nervousness suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked around very proudly.

The students around him who were waiting for the test gave him envious eyes as he wished.

This greatly satisfied his vanity.

However, just as his gaze swept over a plainly dressed teenager, the smile gradually retracted.

In its place, there is a gloom.

This plainly dressed young man, his clothes were washed white, but he could not hide the nobility naturally revealed by his dusty and handsome appearance.

Looking at this simple young man, the aristocratic young man on the stage unconsciously felt disgusted.

How can a of a maid girl come to St. Aman's Academy of Magic?

Why did he look confident, did he think he could go to school?

Stop dreaming!

After he got off the stage, he couldn't help but walk towards this simple boy and sneered: "Pyken, you still dare to come to me?" ”

Pyken glanced at him and didn't speak.

I actually like to ignore it.

The aristocratic young man was furious on the spot, and shouted loudly: "You wild seed born of a cheap maid who seduced the head of the family, stole fifty gold coins from your father, and you still have the face to come to St. Aman, do you still think that you can go to school here?" It's wishful thinking. ”

"When I go back, I must tell my father, send someone to arrest you back, and let him break your legs!"

As he said this, the people around him suddenly showed disdain in their eyes at Pyken.

The maidservant seduces the head of the house and gives birth to a wild seed.

And stealing the family's money?

This kind of behavior is really despicable!

Many of the children of the nobility quickly distanced themselves from him, and their lonely figures suddenly became incompatible with the world around them.

And Pyken, who didn't want to deal with his brother, couldn't help but clench his fists when he was scolded for this part, because of the strength, causing a slightly sharp nail to pierce into his palm, bringing a burst of heart-piercing pain.

"Is it wishful thinking, what you said doesn't count, and you can't take me away. Godro, do you think you're just a mere talent? In my eyes, it's just a useless waste. ”

Pyken snorted coldly, then looked at Godro's suddenly angry face, and suddenly said with interest: "Otherwise, how about we make a bet?" ”