In the days that followed, Cizer's life was regular.

During the day, he learns about cultivation and magic, in the afternoon he copes with the challenges set by Barto, and in the evening he discusses the future direction of his cultivation with Old Merlin.

In fact, according to Old Merlin's original idea, he should become a great magician with powerful magical powers, and under the dual resonance of internal magic and external magic, it is also predictable to cast powerful forbidden spells.

However, Cizer aspires to become the most powerful knight in the Empire, so Old Merlin has to reconsider Cezel's cultivation plan, but it seems to be working well.

After a year of cultivation, Cizer has gradually grasped the situation in his body.

The black vortex was undoubtedly the source of demonic energy, and the blood-eyed symbol in the palm of his hand had long since disappeared, and instead appeared in the depths of the vortex, and he could still vaguely feel the existence of the demon star.

And how the Divine Blood Thread works Cizer is not very clear, it is devouring the demonic energy emitted by the vortex every day, and there are other things that are close.

As for the "lucky" that old Merlin said......

Cizer has not yet deeply felt that if picking up a copper coin is a simple luck, then Cizer feels that his harvest is not bad.

Finally, those golden points of light that were thrown out by the vortex of demonic energy, after Cizer and Old Merlin repeatedly confirmed, they were divine power!

The generation efficiency of these light spots scattered throughout Cizer's body was maddeningly low, except for the first night, when a large number of divine light points were precipitated, every time he cultivated Cezel, he could only watch the few dozens of light points scattered to his limbs.

It's like a handful of sand sinking into the sea.

However, after knowing this situation, Old Merlin proposed a plan, that is, to concentrate the divine light points in one place first, so as to achieve the purpose of improving his strength as soon as possible.

Cizer did so, did it work......

Because of the mutation of his right arm, he chose to meet his left hand, and now whenever he looks inward, a pair of golden hand bones always make him feel refreshed.

However, the fly in the ointment is that there is still a section of the little finger of this golden hand bone that is still white in color, and it always looks a little regretful.

Cizer had a hunch that something unexpected would happen when the entire bone of his hand was wrapped in golden points of divine light.

Cultivation matters aside, Cizer is now very interested in all kinds of magic, and he has shown great talent in this area.

There is still a certain difference between the knight's magic and the magician's magic, and most of the knight's magic is to strengthen himself, rather than directly summoning the power of heaven and earth like a magician.

It was still Miss Emilia who taught them magic, and now the students in their class called her that. They didn't expect that Miss Amilia, who was as gentle as water, turned out to be a genius girl with considerable magical talents, who broke through the level of a fourth-level magician at the age of only twenty and became a fifth-level great magician.

Miss Emilia was very strict in teaching magic, and at first it was difficult for the class to settle down to recite the lengthy incantations, but Emilia gave them a memorable lesson.

On that day, all the students who had not memorized the level were called to the playground by Emilia, and then a third-level magic "magic rope" tied them firmly together and hung them on the flagpole for a morning.

When Instructor Barto arrived in the afternoon, he glanced at the sun-drenched fellows, his face turned strange, and he muttered.

"It's such a waste, I can't even tell who is not easy to mess with!"

Then there was no training session for the day, and Barto had no intention of putting them down, and since then, no one dared to disobey Miss Emilia.

After experiencing a series of events, Cizer, who realized it later, realized what kind of existence he almost provoked, and a cold sweat broke out behind his back. Since then, he has never dared to doze off in class, and even remembers more notes than others.

Needless to say, Auston was a shrewd fellow, but Diabloc was miserable, he was one of those who were hung on the flagpole, and his face turned pale every time he saw Miss Emilia afterwards.

It was the first time Cizer had seen such a look of fear on Diablo's face, so he couldn't help but tease.

"Hey Diablo! What happened to Miss Emilia to you?"

That was after they had been put down that day, and when Miss Emilia asked them if they were convinced, the daring fellow uttered wild words.

"Don't accept it! Even if you kill me, I won't be convinced!"

Then he was taken away by Miss Emilia and did not return for the night, and when he appeared in class the next day, Cizer saw that his face was unusually pale, as if he had been stimulated by something. The most powerful evidence is that Diablo, who has always been a child, has rarely begun to take notes.

"It's none of your business, I think you're tickling!" Diablo's reply was always menacing, but Cizer could easily catch the change in the look on his face.

The afternoon was still fixed for Barto, and he often tossed and turned Cizer and them in a different way. Weight-bearing diving, survival in the wild, and even simple anti-strike exercises have tormented them to death, but the obvious benefit is that their survivability has improved a lot, and in Bartow's words, they have gone from ants with zero combat effectiveness to tenacious little powerhouses.

What Barto said, can you expect anything good?

Although Cizer had developed some resistance to Bato's cruelty, everyone couldn't help but shudder when Bato announced their mission on this day.

"I'll give everyone an hour to prepare, and in an hour we'll leave from here, and we'll arrive at the Night Castle in two days' time, where you're going to learn everything you need to be a good soldier. Now, disband!"

Following the inertia of his body, Cizer walked on the way to the dormitory, but a voice kept echoing in his head.

I'm going to war, I'm going to war......

Cizer had heard about the battlefield before he came to the Holy Sword Academy, and there were conscripts in Greystone, but none of them made it back safely.

And with the most powerful knight as his goal, Cizer had long known that he would step into this meat grinder one day sooner or later, but he did not expect that this day would come so soon.

But there was no way, Cizer knew that this was something that could not be resisted, and all he could do now was to make the final preparations for the battlefield.

Back in the dormitory, Cizer quickly packed up a change of clothes, followed by all sorts of strange alchemy items.

Cizer expertly assembles the various parts and attaches them to his right arm.

In the blink of an eye, a hideous arm was revealed, and the pitch-black color exuded a wild atmosphere.

This was the arm guard that Cizer had prepared for himself, and since the divine power could not reach his right arm, it became his only weakness.

The experienced old Merlin naturally came up with a solution, so this alchemy arm guard, designed by Cizer and Old Merlin, and forged by Cizer, appeared.

With this violently exposed armguard, Cizer's right arm immediately became a weapon of great destruction, and it was hidden under his clothes, making it difficult to expose it when he was not fighting.

Cizer opened it again and put it in the package.

But Diablo had never seen this thing before, so at this moment there was a gleam of excitement in his eyes, and he almost swallowed him when he saw Cezel.

"Cizel, it's not interesting, is it?, where did you get such a good thing?" Diablo had no resistance to this violent beauty, and even drooled out.

"I made it myself, if you want, I can make you a pair when you come back, but you have to pay for the materials yourself. ”

Diablo naturally had no objections, and even raised his hands and feet in favor, magic or something made him unable to deal with it, and he didn't know anything about alchemy. So this kind of thing has to be up to Cizer.

Cezel packed many more bottles and cans into his package, which was a habit he developed with Monet, how could he go to such a dangerous place as the battlefield without bringing magic potions?

By the time Cezel had packed his package, more than half of the time had passed, and Diablo had already packed it, and there was nothing else in his package except clothes.

"It's okay, if you need anything at that time, just rob the demons. These are Diablo's exact words.

Cizer didn't bother to pay attention to the megalomaniac, only to see him chant in a low voice.

"O creatures hidden in nothingness,

My Contractual Partner,

Friendly cocoa,

Show up!"

As Cizer uttered the last syllable, a figure sprang out from the shadow behind Cezel and stood on Cezel's shoulder, licking his cheek lovingly.

This is Cizer's pet and contract beast!

Coco Cizer gave him a name.

Compared to the little lizard that couldn't even take off the eggshell a year ago, Coco has become a mature lizard, but for some reason, it never crawls on all fours like other lizards, he usually stands up and walks on two feet.

Cizer even asked Old Merlin about this, and he couldn't give a definite answer, probably mutation...... They can only guess.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is the big spiritual eyes, and Cizer often waits for him to go out for a walk, and he always receives a lot of attention.

Cizer plans to take Coco with him to the battlefield. Because Coco is already its own contract beast, according to old Merlin, every contract beast is like a brother of flesh and blood, and it can also be quickly detected when the owner is threatened, and it is the second life of the master to some extent.

Old Merlin's black wolf is like this, even if Old Merlin has lost his magic power, but it has always stayed by Old Merlin's side and never abandoned.

Besides, she can usually let Coco come out often to ventilate, although Coco has grown a little, she is still very small, not as big as Cezel's head, and can easily carry it on his chest.

The appointed time for the meeting soon came, and Cizer and his men led Bartow to the city gates, where a long journey awaited them.

......

"Aren't you worried about your disciple? Although I am not optimistic about your research, he has not shown any adverse symptoms after all, and it is easy to ...... if he goes to such a dangerous place."

"Don't say it!" Old Merlin turned to look at his friend, the dean of the Holy Sword Academy, Grando.

Grandor also looked at Merlin, and if he said that he would cancel the child's request to go to the battlefield, he might be a little disappointed, but he would have agreed.

But old Merlin didn't say anything, he stood on the tower, turned to look at the swaying figure below, and muttered for a long time.

"That kid wants to be strong, but real strength can't be practiced just in the academy. The battlefield, what I can teach him that I can't teach, I can't stop him. ”

Grando listened to Merlin's whisper, but his eyes lit up.

This is the Merlin he knows!