The Royal Academy has started this year in a very quiet place.

Because the other two countries of the three major human empires fought, the intact Eagle Empire has a fisherman's profit mentality and the confidence that whoever joins will win.

The students of the Royal Academy, in particular, have no intention of studying, and are eagerly concerned about the border and the great war in the other two countries.

Isn't it true that learning magic and gaining great power is just about gaining wealth and status?

The Northlanders are extremely warlike, and as some of the senior students apply to the academy tower to travel and practice, one after another young people who are arrogant and can't see themselves clearly also form teams to leave the school to fight for honor. It's as if they are a second- or third-level mage, and they can already decide the life and death of a human empire.

Those who stay in school are either weak and self-aware, or they are dedicated to learning and indulging in knowledge.

Sotur, the genius of the Prophetic School, was shaken and confused by the invitation of countless children of big families.

Even if the New Year is a holiday, mechanical intelligence will arrange tasks for him rain or shine. Today, because of the admission reception of new students arranged by the college, he will be given an extra day off.

It was clear to all that Sotur was incredibly gifted and studious, and that he was in the lab and library when he had nothing to do, and that he would only accept visits and invitations on the tenth day of the week, Thanksgiving. Appearing in front of everyone today is simply an unexpected joy.

Normally, they didn't have a chance to visit him in the sparsely populated Tower of Prophecy, but now they all gathered around him, inviting him to join their team and make a contribution.

The new apprentices, who were supposed to be guided by Sotur to the academy, were pushed aside with a blank and bewildered expression.

They had just stepped into this mysterious world, and they hadn't even entered the gate yet, and they didn't understand how sought-after Sotur of the Prophetic School was among the nobles among the mages.

Anticipating dangers, detection and reverse detection can make them greatly avoid risks.

There is also a magical prediction of the future, which allows people to calmly deal with danger and defeat the enemy.

Sotur is not an ordinary prophetic mage, and his concurrent protection school is also not to be underestimated, and his combat quality and combat ability are also very amazing. His death prediction is unguardable, the middle one will be defeated, and no one has been his opponent in the three years since he entered the school.

Sotur also has the heart to see the wider world, but the mechanical intelligence left by his grandfather is tough and does not give a chance to justify, anyway, the tasks arranged every day cannot be completed is a set of deep electrotherapy.

Sotur couldn't help but wonder if he had the courage to take off the metal ornament on his chest, when he matured.

At that moment, a group of tall young men violently pushed everyone away and surrounded Sotur in the middle. One of them, an emaciated and grim mage, stood in front of Sotur.

"Your Excellency Sotur, on behalf of the Reser family, I, Krevor, sincerely invite you to join my team, and the reward given to you by the Reeser family is rich and unimaginable. ”

Sotour's face turned cold.

"Your posture doesn't look like an invitation. ”

A hint of mockery curled up at the corners of Crave's mouth.

"A miller's son, don't think too highly of your status. ”

A mage can't grow up, no matter how amazing his talent is, it's nothing. Killing a fifth-level mage by mistake is just a little more money to the miller.

If Sotur can't join their Rayser family, no one else can think of it.

Are these people really inviting Sotur for the sake of a meritorious service that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the big family?

No, it's Sotur. A rare mage who is proficient in the school of prophecy.

The new Eagle King was extremely envious of the centralized power of the Light Emperor Ernest II, and with the Iron Duke slashing the young Eagle King's face at the Eagle Conference three years ago, the imperial nobles also began to secretly rebel against the Emperor's actions to regain power.

From top to bottom, this action was conveyed to various nobles and even their heirs, either obstructing the emperor's new policy, or openly and covertly attacking the pro-emperor imperial party.

The royal family's favored Sotur is the fish in the pond that has been affected.

They did not want to rebel, but to clearly express their will to the little emperor and not to challenge the bottom line of the nobles.

It is difficult to say that there is a conspiracy planted by the legendary four families to the iron-blooded family, and without the approval of the top nobles on behalf of the four families, how dare the middle and lower-level nobles challenge the royal majesty guarded by the legendary family with an egg.

Perhaps, this is the warning that the four families united to give to the restless little emperor.

Sotur was secretly armed with three daggers on his waist, and all resistance had to be abandoned, and any mage who was restrained from the point had little power to resist. These people clearly expressed the meaning that if they did not cooperate, they would die, and that he would not be able to retain the integrity of a miller's son.

Sotur sighed and was about to open his mouth to find the bottom of the stairs, when he suddenly saw a tall boy standing behind Krevaux, looking at them indifferently.

I don't know how long I've been watching.

Krevor felt Sotour's gaze and looked back coldly, Senleng threatening.

"Your Excellency, the Dead Poets Society is on business, and unrelated people had better go away. ”

The man's indifferent eyes remained motionless, and Cravor shook, and a flame erupted from the inside out of him.

Before he could finish screaming, he was burned to ashes.

The three low-level mages surrounding Sotur saw the man looking at them, and hurriedly pointed their knives at him in fear and panic.

"You...... You...... Murder is not allowed at the Royal Academy!"

The man wasn't even interested in looking at them.

When Sotur saw that the dagger was removed, he was born at the bottom of the society, and immediately killed the decisive hardened palm. The cold light flashed, and the arms of the three people around him were cut off neatly.

Obviously, under the cultivation of mechanical intelligence, Sotur also cultivated a highly effective martial art.

"Sotur, kill them. ”

The cold man who burned Cravor spoke.

Sotur was shocked and killed...... He...... He......

The mysterious tall boy turned away when he hesitated.

Without warning, Sotour's eyes turned milky white, and he saw a phantom in the departing man.

The invisible giant who once appeared in front of him, Frekenstein.

"Grandfather?!"

Sotur was startled, and hurriedly chased after him, following behind him with a blank eye, and whispered like a thief.

"Grandfather, is that you?"

Al didn't answer his question, coldly scolding him as he went.

"Sotur, are you stupid at the Academy? Or did Durey not teach you the vigilance that a mage should have?

Seeing that Al had confessed his grandfather's identity in disguise, Sotur replied with an indescribable affection for Al in his heart, as close as a junior and like a family member.

"Yes, grandfather, not next time. ”

It was the friendship he had seen in another world, and the gratitude that Al had guided him to become a mage, all intertwined.