The brand of the trialist is equivalent to a subordinate mark of a camp, and by the way, it gives the soul a little protection, but the so-called 'little protection' of the space is powerless even for the gods on the Kandohertz continent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The brand does not control the trialist, for the space, it disdains to control the trialist, and there are too many ways to get the trialist to do things.

Space understands a truth better, if you want the horse to run fast, only the horse eats more grass, and control is to kill the talent of the trialist in disguise.

The Chief Mage's training method was simple and crude, and since the souls of the trialists were protected by space, she dared to throw them into a small elemental storm.

If you are injured, let the idle priest treat, if even the priest is helpless, throw it directly into the dream hall, let the space heal, the space will shoot, and the medicine will be cured.

In an elemental storm, staying three hours a day for three months is stupid, and it should be able to generate magic.

Of course, after the training is over, you will also receive a debt notification from the space, worth tens of thousands of reward points. For space, the repair of the soul is not cheap, and at the same time, enough debt will also make the trialist's life more motivated.

The chief mage will also receive a large amount of rewards through the excellent training results of the trialist, of course, provided that the trialist has enough value to lend the space, rather than directly sucking it dry.

If the assistant knew what the chief mage was thinking, he would definitely keep a safe distance. To avoid being swept away by the madness, instead of fitting a comfortable and huge backrest chair in a precious space bag, and following the Chief Mage diligently.

As the Chief Master said, knowledge is power. While Eller was still meditating with a gloomy face, she had already completed her task, and every day of meditation would represent additional income.

At this time, the eyes covered by the hood were already narrowed into a slit with happiness, not that Betty didn't work hard enough, but as a prophetic mage, she had a vague premonition.

It's just that Mo Ran and Bu Fan's talent is far beyond her hunch. In Betty's hunch, the rewards of the trialists would save her at least three years of struggle, so Betty gave herself a month off to rest.

The talent shown by Mo Ran and Bu Fan can be at least tripled, and if they are seriously trained, five times is not impossible.

So, Betty is now thinking about whether to extend the monthly leave to the annual leave? It's a little exciting to think about a year's vacation.

If he knew the facts, Mo Ran would definitely not be able to sleep, although the sense of danger was not activated, it was like bungee jumping, knowing that safety was one thing, and instinctive fear was another.

Three hours later, Mo Ran was carried back to the bedroom by two waiting guards, and in the bedroom were four maids in charge of living, and after washing and changing, they quietly exited the room.

The manor magic array gathered the energy into the bedroom, but Mo Ran didn't feel it at all, and still slept soundly.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Ran's body suddenly trembled violently, and his body moved sideways by itself.

At the same time, a man let out a surprised "huh", and an invisible energy broke through the air and hit Mo Ran's right arm.

Mo Ran screamed in pain, just opened his eyes, and passed out again, his right arm was almost cut off, the bones had been broken, and only the flesh and skin were connected.

The attacker lifted Mo Ran and quickly left.

After waking up again, Mo Ran was already lying on the hospital bed in the Temple of Order, his right arm had recovered nine times out of ten, and he was able to move freely except for a little pain.

Bu Fan was lying on the bed on the right side, the injury was much heavier than his own, until now, there was a huge gap in his chest that had not healed, and his consciousness was already awake, but he was extremely weak.

As if he didn't want money, he was thrown at Bu Fan by several priests in a row.

Standing in front of the two beds, Eller said solemnly when he saw that the trialist was awake, "This is your first lesson - please stay alert, the training has begun. ”

Mo Ran and Bu Fan were silent, this was a naked dismount, and the serious Eller was powerless for the two of them to resist.

The benefits are also obvious, it can make the trialist recognize the reality and no longer take chances, training can be life-threatening!

In the end, Mo Ran returned to the bedroom by himself, and Bu Fan was still receiving treatment in the temple.

The bedroom has been restored to its original state, and there is not even the smell of blood, as if nothing has happened, but he has a sense of danger, and he knows that everything is real, and Bu Fan was beaten to a near-death state before he could react.

During the test in the arena, he dared to question Eller, but when the other party showed his fangs, Mo Ran began to be at a loss.

Mo Ran has been living very comfortably in the past few days, and after being drunk as a head, he found that everything is illusory, and only the power is real.

The laws and human rights of the earth do not apply here.

Lying on the bed with a heavy heart, I thought that I might not be able to sleep all night, but I didn't expect the room to have a strong ability to sleep, and after a while, Mo Ran fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was woken up by the maid, much earlier than before, and before dawn, Mo Ran was freshened up by the maid and taken to the place where his physical strength was tested, which was also a huge training ground for training physical strength.

Bu Fan was sweating profusely at this time trotting in the field, although his face was pale, but his body had recovered. He had come from the temple, so he was one step ahead of Moran.

The training was very simple, jogging for three kilometers was required to be completed in twenty minutes, and when Mo Ran entered his own venue, he knew that he had thought simply.

The air in the venue is viscous like a liquid, or a high-density liquid like mercury, and pressure and resistance are everywhere. The one lap of the venue is one kilometer, and Mo Ran's speed is still very fast, and after only two and a half laps, his physical strength is cleared.

Mo Ran was also powerless, but the overseer knew what was special about Mo Ran, fished him out, and handed it over to the castle guards.

The second stop was Christine's studio, and on the way here, Mo Ran had already released a dozen restoration spells. This massage is just an ordinary massage for muscle fatigue and is only a short ten minutes.

Since there is no need to use Douqi, Christine will not let Mo Ran take advantage of herself in vain, so there is no fragrance at all.

Mo Ran was also a little disappointed for a while, but in terms of massage effect, it was still very good. At the same time, Christine also told herself that jogging and massage are just warm-ups before training.

After the massage, Mo Ran, who had recovered most of his strength, began to eat breakfast. Because Bu Fan's physical strength is not as good as his own, when he was eating, there were also a few priests who kept throwing restoration magic on Bu Fan, and occasionally a few would fall on him.

The continuous divine arts, so that Fan Ru was bathed in light, but his still trembling arms showed that the warm-up was difficult.