"Lancy, obedient, come. ”

The green vegetables on the fork in Lance's hand were like green devils, and the bitter taste impressed her.

Little Lancey shook her head and frowned, her little pale face full of rejection.

"Be obedient, you can't just eat meat, you have to eat a balanced diet, otherwise you will gain weight. ”

As if realizing what it means to be fat, Lan Xi opened her small mouth and swallowed the devil little by little with bitterness.

Rubbing little Lanci's hair, today is the thirteenth day of Rosie's death, and it is also the day that Lord Nossa is coming.

All work had to be stopped until the adult left.

That's why Lance and Lancey sat here to eat.

Lance did what he wanted, and he was given a small sum of money and the freedom to be watched.

The sun shines through the window, it's warm, and today may be a good day.

The door opened, and a priest walked in.

"Lance, Lord Nossa is here. ”

"I see. ”

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At the entrance of the church, children dressed as much as they could were lined up to greet the distinguished guest from afar, among whom of course there were Lance and Lancey, but at the back of the line.

Ashi stood at the front, and in a rare move, he picked up his symbol of the magician, a bluewood staff.

A golden bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and with a deafening roar like the fiercest thunder and lightning on a rainy night, the lightning fell in front of the church, and out of the stirring gray dust came a dusty mage.

The staring eyes shrouded in the hood scanned the frightened children, and finally stopped at the Ascot.

"Sorry, I came out in a bit of a hurry. ”

Ashi didn't seem to expect this lord to appear in such a way, "Nosa-sama, please. ”

Lifting the hood, Lance saw the appearance of this Nossa master, with gray hair and a serious and upright face, which was very consistent with the identity of the mentor, but did not have the kind of lofty temperament that a superior person should have.

The only thing worth Lance's concern about is that the magicians, do they all like to wear gray robes?

The bell of the vespers rang, and unlike before, this time the baron also came, and the vespers on the surface had turned into a reception banquet for Nosa, the great man, who didn't want to take the opportunity to stammer with the mentor of the imperial family, and all kinds of gifts were piled up on the table in front of him.

For Reims, it's a great time to eat and drink.

More and more people gathered around, and Nosa didn't feel the slightest panic about the long experience, and he naturally understood the purpose of these people.

The heavy aura gently pushed away the crowd, and a deep voice with added magic power covered the audience, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but this time my main purpose is to investigate the matter of Sit Village for the Empire, not my personal travels, I hope you understand this." ”

The meaning between the words is very clear and decisive.

As the Mentor of the Empire, since he is away, Nosa has to maintain the face of the Empire.

"But, to thank you for your enthusiasm, I have a place here at Capital College. ”

"If he can pass my test, I will take him to the Capital College for further study. ”

The presence suddenly fell silent, the place of the Imperial Academy!

This represents the supreme reputation.

The town of Lear is far from the capital, even if it is the domain of a baron, but there is no formal academy, and of course except for the Holy Cross Church, except for the barrenness, it is too remote for no teacher to come here and spend his own time.

The silence was followed by a fiery boil.

"Pick up the kid!"

The town of Lear was in a panic as if it had been robbed, and the children of each family were sent to the church one by one, and soon seventy or eighty children were gathered.

Calmly glancing, the locking between the eyebrows did not relax at all, and there was something strange that there were still some of them who had just learned to walk.

"I forgot to tell you that only children between the ages of eight and fifteen can be tested. ”

This still can't stop the madness in these people's hearts.

"Please go out first. ”

The children lined up, and it was clear that the majority of the children had never seen someone like Nossa before, and this serious and old-fashioned face was indeed easy to get nervous.

Lance was at the back of the line, motionless and seemingly no different from the other children.

But in his shadow was a circle of imperceptible magic.

Level 7 Four-Star Magic: Shadow Binding.

The intention could not be more obvious, this Lord Nosa, is coming towards him.

I don't have such a person in my memory, and this is the first time we have met.

The only thing that can deserve the attention of such an adult is none other than the identity of the Dark Cross Church.

Where did the secret come from? Ashit Leel or the gray-robed mage?

Many thoughts crossed my mind.

The fate of the Dark Cross Church is no joke.

"What's your name?"

Calm words interrupted all thoughts, and in the huge church, only Lance and Nosa were left.

"Lance. ”

"Sounds like a good name. ”

"You don't look like you're from here. ”

The red pupils met Nossa's deep blue eyes, "I'm not from here. ”

He looked Lance up and down carefully, his eyes resting on the medal on Lance's body, "Are you from the church?"

"It's not. ”

"Then how did you have this medal. ”

"This is an old man. ”

"The old man, the old man?"

The candles in the church went out in an instant, and Nosa's expression seemed to become a little heavy.

Lance smiled flatly, "I guess I can refuse to answer that question." ”

The hand was held, and the restraint in the shadow did not give Lance a chance to resist at all, and he could clearly feel a powerful magic force invading, quickly spreading to his whole body, and his secrets were revealed, the Dark Cross Church Mark, the strange blood power, no magic power, no magic talent.

At the same time, Nosa's strength was also presented in front of Reims.

Mana level: 6,700.

Nosa's face became more exciting, not full of shock, which seemed to Lance to be more expected.

Who the hell is this Nosa-sama?

The people of the Dark Cross Church?

In his mind, a glimmer of possibility suddenly flashed, and his calm complexion changed for the first time.

"Tell me, who the hell is Sri really?"