Maybe it's Theresa's fault, or maybe it's irreversible.

Roman was interrupted by reality when he tried to speak, and he was so annoyed that Theresa's chair was suddenly kicked.

Theresa was suddenly kicked in the chair, and subconsciously grabbed Lanzerim's hand next door, she really couldn't imagine that someone would kick him so vengefully.

She was only stunned by Roman's excessively childish behavior.

Lanzerim helped her up, watching the shock freeze on Theresa's face—she was stunned too.

"Hah!"

Theresa exclaimed, and she pressed her chair down, squeezing her anger at the offense.

With a thud, Teresa sat down, and many people were startled by the noise she made.

Theresa loosened her expression and looked back at Roman, whose backward gaze rightfully pointed to the person best suited to make a sound.

Although Theresa and Roman have a one-sided relationship, they don't remember each other well.

When she turned her head to meet the notorious man, she had no idea in her mind, just a tooth for a tooth.

Roman's deep eye sockets and bumpy eyebrow bones make his gaze very penetrating.

Watching Roman staring at her with a furrowed brow, his gaze seemed to melt her.

God created Roman's outstanding facial features, and at the same time, he also placed a childish, perceptive, and slightly hysterical soul on him.

Praise God.

Looking at the girl who was kicked and still turned around calmly, looking at the complete and real smile on her face.

Roman just felt that there were quite few people willing to smile at him, and he had seen awkward smiles, forced smiles, distant laughs, and unwanted laughs, and of course a disgusting laugh.

Theresa's perfect smile is really rare.

Even if it's a smirk, Theresa's smirk is definitely a smirk comparable to a real smile.

"Did God create you feet that would not obey you when He created you?"

Teresa laughed and told Roman that she really wanted to turn the chair around and give him a kick.

Something, kicked her chair.

"Yes."

It's just that she didn't expect Roman to be very extraordinary, he said that his legs just don't obey.

Theresa could only passively answer.

"May God bless your legs."

Then he turned around slowly, the smile on his face did not change, and he ripped Roman's skin in his heart.

Oh, Roman's poor legs.

What the hell are you brazen about.

Teresa prayed to him in her heart so that her smile would not break.

Smiling on the surface, ...... inside

Lanzerim watched as this happened, and Theresa looked abruptly sharp because of the silence of the previous moment.

She was only more worried that Theresa and Roman had formed a bond.

Roman is not a good target to provoke, although Teresa speaks without a dirty word, but who can't understand her swearing around the corner?

Seeing Lanzerim's frequently swept gaze, Teresa certainly knew what Lanzerim was worried about.

Sometimes she's smart enough to avoid the stakes, but there are some things that can't be avoided, and she really wanted to silence herself just now.

But as Roman kicked her chair, she swore she wouldn't swallow it.

There is not much difference between patience and cowardice.

She is not a cowardly person.

"Turn around."

She heard a voice behind her, apparently speaking to the crowd watching the excitement, and Teresa sneered inwardly.

She retracted her saying that "Roman may not be too ridiculous".

It was clear that he was, what the hell was she was thinking.

He's just a bitten apple that's only a bite left.

Look at the quiet crowd of bystanders, and listen to the disdainful humming of the people behind them.

Driven by Roman, there are still people who are reluctant to stick their eyes to the two of them.

This made Teresa, who turned her head, very uncomfortable.

"Is there anything else you'd like to see?"

People always have the good habit of "being good as flowing", habitually silent, habitually indulgent, but not habitually tolerant.

Teresa looked into curious eyes, each of which reflected a different state of mind of her master, she said.

As if she heard the voices of disgruntle in the crowd, she gradually turned her eyes back, and under her strong persecution, she could see the back of the students' heads again.

She wasn't always a silent person, and as long as she put up her horns, no one wanted to upset her.

Being free from the world is a state of mind, but it is by no means an attitude towards things.

……

Mireanna saw this little farce in her eyes, and she thought that today was another day in vain.

She had been looking at the students' faces for too long, and she had rarely seen them as they were.

Because of the awkward atmosphere just now, the temperature around her plummeted, and she cleared her throat when the air was almost frozen.

"I'm sure everyone has received Shambhala's secret letter"

As soon as Lanzerim saw the mages on the podium, he immediately recognized that they were Shambhala.

That's because the feather texture on the Shambhala robe is very eye-catching.

Shambhala in the Tower of the Sage symbolizes neutrality.

If the Sage's Tower is a balance between the eagle and the dog and the mages, then Shambhala is the feather that will not tilt the scales on either side.

Listening to the sound of silent breathing below, Mireanna swept around

"You're all scared kids."

Due to her special status, Mireanna wore a veil, and only the students sitting at the front could see Mireanna's blurred eyes, which were fiery red.

"You received the call of the dove, it was Shambhala's will. The selection of Avonilla is a cannibalism within the academy, and I hope that all of you here will be determined to win the selection of Sing Tao. ”

When he said this, there were still a lot of disapproving voices in the audience.

"Hey, I thought something was going on..."

Suddenly, a small voice came out, and the current situation had already puzzled the crowd present, and Roman's whispered scolding behind Theresa was particularly abrupt in the crowd.

Roman also inadvertently spoke out the hearts of the students who were inexplicably called.

Teresa unconsciously opened her mouth to say something, and even Roman's whispered self-talk could make him the focus of a silent group of people in an instant.

Teresa rested her hands lightly on her knees, and there may be people who are born with the peculiarity of the crowd, and they can quickly catch the public's attention without moving.

Just as Teresa put her hand down, Lanzerim suddenly grabbed her hand and winked at her.

Theresa was puzzled for a moment, and Lanzerim, who had just met her, seemed to be extra nervous about her.

Lanzerim saw that he opened his mouth slightly, thinking that she wanted to do something bold again.

Theresa sighed and nodded, as if she had heard Lanzer's warning.

Although she doesn't have any plans, she can accept other people's concerns.

"I believe everyone knows through different ways that going to Avor Nila requires selection."

Mireanna, of course, heard a murmuring from the audience, which was not loud but could be pronounced clearly.

No, it should be said that I don't know how to sound it.

"If you have a way to know the news in advance, it will naturally be easier to be sent to Avonira."

Roman doesn't want to let go of this opportunity to raise the bar with people, like the naughty language of children, words that sound like they don't have to chew through the brain are actually intriguing.

Roman is illustrating a simple and understandable truth.

"If it's a regular selection, it's inevitable."

Mireanna cleared her throat, in fact, the selection of Avonira was not a regular selection, it was related to the cultivation of the new generation of mages in the Sage Tower.

The Sage Tower does not allow any family party to interfere in this important matter.

"Sounds like a place where Frieon's hand can't get into."

I don't know whether to praise Roman's quick words or praise him for his quick tongue.

Theresa couldn't hear anything about it, and Roman didn't say anything other than to show off his family's power.

Maybe he didn't want to express anything, he just wanted to talk.

"Whether it's the illustrious family of the Sage's Tower or the guild that owns the territory, there is not a single hand that can penetrate into the Avor Nylla managed by Shambhala."

After Mireanna finished speaking, she found that her topic was invisibly taken away.

She looked intently at the young man in the stands who was leaning on a chair with his legs crossed.

As rumors have suggested, Roman is a strange mixture, and he vividly interprets the frivolity of youth and the fierce eyes of old men.

"I can't ask for it."

This time Roman didn't continue the topic of Ovnila, he just muttered quietly.

It was a real mutter, his voice was not loud, but Mireanna could hear it in the silence of the crowd.

He couldn't ask for Fryon's hand to reach into Avonira.

"You are the leader of the elite faction of the family, and Shambhala sincerely hopes that Avphnira will see you."

Mireanna finally made a brief summary, Shambhala just wanted these young talents who were protected by the family and the Dharma sect to open their eyes and recognize the situation earlier.

Originally, there was no tirade in this convocation, she just wanted to stop by to see what the future of those sage towers looked like.

Ah, that's what it looks like.

"Huh? Can you go? Just after Mireanna waved her hand, the crowd began to disperse consciously, and Teresa looked around before realizing that it was time to leave.

Everyone came with a lot of curiosity and left with a lot of doubts.

It was only after seeing Roman leave without looking back that Lanzerim said to her

"Hopefully Roman won't trouble you."

Teresa stood up and stretched

"Don't worry, a person with emotions on his face won't be too dark."

Roman's temper is very strange, and his reckless and childish personality is not what a calculating person should be.

To be honest, the two-faced man is much more terrible than Roman.

"You're too bold, Teresa...... I didn't think you were a very noisy person.

Lan Ze tugged at her soft blonde hair and stood up.

"Noisy? He even kicked my chair, and I was making a fuss. ”

Theresa laughed in disbelief that Roman was too bossy.

"He can kick the chair of anyone in this academy because of a few words and a scuffle with Ruijia's eldest son, and he can lift the roof as long as he wants to provoke him...... The revenge of a bold young man who is not light, not serious, is Teresa, you should not bear it. ”

Lanzerim was honest about her concerns.

In fact, Teresa is not so cautious and afraid of things at first glance, she is actually quite revenge.

"Even without his family, Roman would still make a move on Xiuli, didn't you hear his broken thoughts behind my chair just now. He longed to be out of the family's protection. ”

Teresa said to Lanzerim that this level of arrogance is not cultivated by the whole family, and natural personality also accounts for a large proportion.

Grandpa is crazy.

"You are indeed very brave, and I am impressed with you."

Lanzer was only desperate at the calm of Theresa's watching the fire from the other side, just when Teresa had just spoken out of Roman's uncontrollable leg.

She felt like she had dried her eyes and reacquainted herself with Theresa.

"It's not bravery...... I just hate it when people kick my nose in the face. ”

Theresa said this, and Lanzer lamented that he was right at first glance.

Her own peculiar instinct caused her to jump up and grab the note that Teresa had let go, and she found a person with a lot of character.

Teresa is soft-skinned, hard-boned. It looks like it's easy to get along with, but it's actually on guard.

Teresa strode out of the undercurrent and found Lanzerim following her.

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that Lanzerim was staring at her at a glance, and she was very strange.

"You...... Alas, forget it. ”

Teresa just wanted to speak, but she felt that she had taken it for granted, and it was easy to misunderstand.

It's just that Lanzerim seems to be keenly aware of her desire to speak.

"I just thought we could be companions, we were mage apprentices of the same faction and, I don't think you're a lone person, I'm not."

Theresa fixed her eyes on Lanzer for a moment.

To put it bluntly, she loves this kind of effective communication.

"Well, you're right. It's just that how do you know my buddy isn't coming?"

It turned out that she was thinking too much, neither of them was a lone traveler, and Lanzerim wanted to find a companion of the same faction.

That's all.

"If your partner has received the same secret letter as you, then how can I find a way to get close to you."

Lanzer smiled, she just felt that Teresa had a group of "friends" like her who were not outstanding, and these friends were not going to move forward with her as she entered a new stage.

"You're right, you seem to have solved a future problem for me."

Theresa thought quietly for a moment and said to Lanzer. People are always wisest when they consider their own interests.

"To reintroduce myself, I'm Lanzerim from the Green Tower. Demain sent a disciple of the sage. ”

Lanzerim made a start, she reported her family name, Teresa knew, Lanzerim was revealing her background.

"So...... Well, I'm Theresa from the Red Tower. Leonard. Dema was a disciple of the sage. It's a pleasure to meet you, the Elder Disciple of the Healing Sage, Lanzerim. ”

She held out her hand, and all she could say was that Lanzerim was a good friend, because the factional interests behind them were the same.

Disciples:

Circulating only among the students of the Dermain, the students of the Dermainites have only one true teacher in their lifetime, and that student is the disciple of the teacher. It is not common for a teacher to have more than one disciple.

Sage:

A sage's tower's designation for a certified qualification, usually in the area in which the mage excels