Everyone had just paid attention to the antique book, and no one paid attention to the crystal ball on the table in the middle. I saw that the crystal ball was shining brightly at the moment, and it seemed to break through the blockade of this attic.

Seeing that this brilliance was about to leak out, the lord hurriedly pulled out a magic staff to strengthen the magic circle in this room and suppress the light of the crystal ball.

Ansest was attracted by the witch's shout, and quickly opened his eyes, and his gaze swept away, as if he had been immobilized, staring at the crystal ball in a daze.

This crystal ball was originally an ancient relic, and through the amplification of this magic circle, it could reflect the magic resonance of any designated area within a distance of 50 cels, and it was the candidates who walked under the east gate who were currently being monitored. Originally, it was just that the association was secretly hitchhiking, and from those elite students who applied for Lulei University of Technology, one or two students with outstanding talents in dark magic were discovered, so that they could be secretly recruited and not let the dark vein break down. I didn't expect such a big discovery this year.

What kind of anti-heaven talent does this have to make this crystal ball emit such a feeling!

The whole system resonates perfectly? Or even overflow?

All the people in the room stared at the crystal ball in a daze, and they couldn't help but think in their minds, is this still human?

Is it the chosen one!

In Ansest's mind, such a word suddenly popped up, and his mind suddenly went blank in a trance, and irrepressible greed welled up from the depths of his mind, occupying his reason and soul.

The Chosen One! A chance to change his life.

All the people in this room are extremely talented and amazing, but their lives are not good, so they can only live like rats for the rest of their lives.

Yes, fate is not good, this is a tragedy that they are born with.

The will of the world in Semria has long ceased to shelter them.

Since his cultivation has achieved a small success, the tribulations in this world have been one after another, and his majestic father once stroked his head and said with guilt: "Child, it's all my fault for letting you carry this cursed bloodline." Our fate is not good, there is a chance, you must change the fate of Ansester, so that the world and God can bless us again. ”

A few years after saying this, his father also died at the hands of fate.

But what his father told him about how to change his life, he always kept in mind.

Find a Chosen One, and then plunder the Chosen Mark from his soul. This will not only change his fate, but also the fate of his bloodline descendants from now on.

Thinking of this, his breathing couldn't help but become short.

The man, who was usually an extremely cautious person, quickly noticed the change in himself, quickly exerted mental stimulation on himself, and instantly came to his senses and looked at several other accomplices in the room.

The other people in the room, maybe they thought of one thing with him, maybe they didn't think of it yet, but all of them burned with endless greed in their eyes.

Ansest instantly calmed down and understood what he was up against.

Their loose alliance lacked trust in each other in the first place, and the appearance of the Chosen One would undoubtedly break this fragile alliance.

All people want to get that person's soul, and they do everything for that.

Ansest was obviously the most mentally powerful of all of them, and he figured out all the joints in a few breaths. Then, in the smoothest tone, he said loudly: "I advise everyone, don't waste any more time, don't covet other people's talents, let's go back and seize the time to cultivate." Don't forget, there's a dozen clergy waiting for us to show up. ”

With that, he cast a spell on himself, and suddenly disappeared into thin air, only the door opened and closed once.

Several people in the room had not yet woken up from the huge attraction.

After another half an hour, the witch suddenly stretched out her long fingers, and a trace of purple qi gathered from her fingertips, and drew a purple spell into the void, giggling: "Little fresh meat!" It's mine! ”

"What kind of dreams are you talking about, you old witch! Speaking of this house, it's not your turn. The man she was carrying turned his head viciously, suddenly opened his mouth, bared his fangs, and let out a low whistling, the mane on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Who are you scaring about!" The witch sprang out a sentence of contempt from the corner of her mouth, and although her mouth was tough, she grasped the staff in her hand.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense and subtle.

The butler quietly grasped the guide gun under his coat and leaned towards his master.

At this moment, these first-generation powerhouses have forgotten that in the corner of this room, there is still a young junior. Her strength is so low that everyone else automatically ignores her.

At this moment, the woman was full of remorse. Her family heritage is extraordinary, so she naturally knows what these people are thinking, and she regrets even more that when the white-faced man left, why didn't she be clever and follow away.

Gifted Plunder, a secret technique of dark magic. By devouring the souls of gifted magicians, a portion of their talents can be obtained at random, as documented in the Ancient Dark Scrolls.

However, it didn't mean anything to her, she was already extremely talented.

Seeing the green light in the eyes of this group of elders, she couldn't help but shudder, and she felt like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger. Fortunately, the people of the dark department are all wary of talent plundering, and have practiced one or two soul protection techniques. If anyone covets her talent, they might as well try the traps she has laid in their souls.

She leaned nervously against her desk, thinking about what to do to get out of the way.

From her corner, I could see that the two men who had been sitting opposite each other, who had not participated in the quarrel between the witch and the wolf-maned man, looked at them quietly, and slowly straightened their backs, and their movements were so uniform.

They turned out to be allied so quickly!

The young woman immediately made a decision, stood up, and said in a coquettish voice: "Hmph, this party is not fun at all, and I will go back too." Before he could finish speaking, he pushed open the window, jumped out, and disappeared into midair.

One of the two men, with a fierce look on his face, was about to chase after him.

At this time, the lord finally moved, and he struck the floor hard with his staff, and said sharply, "That's Miss Imelda's descendant, you have to think about it!" After all, this is still on my territory, and you have to die elsewhere, don't involve me. ”

The big man's figure suddenly stopped.

In the same neighborhood, the bartender Shadow Thorn, who doubles as an intelligence merchant, had just gotten out of bed and was squatting on the balcony brushing his teeth and washing his face. For a moment, as if sensing something, he looked up at the opposite side of the road, but saw nothing.

"What the hell? Why does it feel like there is such a strong shadow power? With a suspicious face, he took the basin and walked slowly back to his room, listening intently to the movement of the mansion by the cliff as he went.

After a few more minutes, the door to the mansion opened, and several luxury guide cars drove out.

"Tsk, there are so many luxury cars, and the old baron in this house knows a lot of celebrities." The bartender, unaware of his compromise, walked slowly downstairs to open the door for business.

Following the long formation outside the east gate, Duchamp and Goode curiously accepted the nun's blessing, and after the examiner's identity check, they finally entered the venue smoothly. He found the examination room of the Department of Guiding Force, and found that he and Goode's seat were not far away.

When the time came and the test papers were issued, Duchamp looked at it and knew that there was nothing wrong with Goode. He glanced at it and saw Goode quietly give him a thumbs up.

Most of these questions are general knowledge questions, and Duchamp only needs to extract the answers from the database and write them down. When it comes to calculation problems, it is a piece of cake for Duchamp, who is proficient in the theory of conductivity.

I answered the last question until the end, but it was a dissertation question, "On the Influence of Guiding Power on Life", which was exactly what Duchamp was good at.

Anyway, it was still early, so he simply wrote a big article, carefully conceived it, swayed it, and wrote about the modern industrial revolution in his previous life and the civilian use of the guiding force in this life, etc., and even the manuscript paper on the test paper was not enough, and he asked for three or four blank pieces of paper to finish writing this long speech.

When Duchamp conceived the tirade, some people caught up with him in terms of the speed of answering the questions. When Duchamp finished playing the last question, he was surprised to find that there were still a few people who had submitted the papers before him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Duchamp hurriedly handed in the papers, and tried to leave the classroom in the first few places to leave a deep impression on the future students.

For the entrance examination to Lulei Technical University, you need to obtain a secondary school diploma, then apply to obtain the qualification for the examination, and then go to the examination center to take the written examination. Duchamp did not have a high school diploma, but he went through the back door to get the admission qualification.

In this entrance exam, each department only takes one subject, but one comprehensive paper, six full six sheets, and the test takes six hours. The few people who handed in the paper in front of Duchamp all felt that the topic was too difficult to fool, but Duchamp didn't know.

The invigilator has long been accustomed to having a group of white papers handed in early every year, and while collecting the papers, they casually sweep these white papers. Suddenly, I saw Duchamp also come up to hand in the papers, and I thought to myself that I saw that this candidate answered very seriously just now, so why did he give up. His eyes casually glanced at the test papers, and his eyes popped out, and he saw that the six large test papers were full of writing, and there was not a single space.

Duchamp walked out of the examination room, saw that the surroundings were empty, and it was still early for the paper to be handed in, so he ran to the playground again, picked a bench, and fell asleep. It wasn't until almost six hours before Goode turned in his papers, and it was clear that the exam wasn't so easy for him.

Another week later, the Lulei University of Technology sent a letter informing Duchamp and Goode that they had been admitted to the Department of Guidance of the Lulei University of Technology, and reported to the school on March 15 that Duchamp's admission notice was impressively printed with a shiny "first place in the entrance examination".