In the intense study life, time always flies.

Although in the eyes of the Glory, the courses prepared by the Order for low-level sword wielders were actually similar to the knowledge he had learned at the Hemtika Academy, and at most they were biased in focus, it was undeniable that re-studying, especially the basic courses in combat, would be of great benefit to him who was fighting entirely by intuition, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he had made up for his shortcomings.

Of course, the most valuable thing to Amy is the Order's collection of books.

As the greatest winner of the Dark Millennium, the Order has perhaps the largest library in the Order's realm, and although with his privileges he only has access to the public lending area on the first floor, and does not have access to the truly precious and perhaps even powerful original texts, there is nothing more tempting for a history enthusiast than a dazzling array of history files.

The only pity or regret is that even the books included and copied by the Order are still vague about the ancient times that predate the time of the ancient kings, which are full of myths and legends, and the ancestors were still on earth.

This is to be expected.

It's impossible to say that you don't care about it, but you don't take it too seriously.

Judging from the information known in front of them, the concealment of the ancestors is not accidental, and the traces of their existence are quite likely to have been erased by them or some existence with ulterior motives.

If you want to rely on ancient books to trace back, it's just a fluke.

But he was idle anyway, and there was nothing wrong with reading more books—with this attitude, he became a regular visitor to the library, and almost every two or three days he had to run there, sometimes borrowing historical texts, sometimes borrowing church scriptures, and even sometimes bringing home two books on political economy, and over time, the nun who was in charge of the books gradually learned that there was a strange fellow among the sword-bearers, and gradually became familiar with him.

Because of this, she misses the handsome guy who is a little handsome but unexpectedly approachable in her boredom.

Speaking of which

- He didn't come to return the book today.

The idle Miss Nun did not waste too much thought on this young man, who was only familiar, and the thought that arose was only a thought that inadvertently skimmed her mind when she was bored, but it was only left behind by her after a moment, drowning in this miscellaneous thought that arose all the time.

However, people and people are different.

For the things that Miss Nun in the library could take along, for Amy Ulysses, it was not a problem that could be solved by frowning.

Someone blocked his way.

The three sword-wielding people who were not even familiar with each other should be the same students as him.

"Hi, Judas—"

In a frivolous voice, the leader greeted him - not so much a greeting as a provocation, of course, and the young glorious man was not even able to distinguish between them.

"Get out of the way. ”

Because of this, Amy didn't leave any room for them, cold and almost impersonal.

"Ha, it's ridiculous," the leader let out a sneer, and instead of taking a step back, he walked forward with the five of them, "Do you still think this is the so-called trial space, do you still think that you are a genius who is watched by those adults who come to the door?

What do you mean?

The words of the unclear meaning made the Descendants of Glory raise their eyebrows, but ...... Now is not the time to ask.

Therefore, he just repeated: "Get out of the way." ”

"Give you another chance to think," said the leader who blocked his way, "this is the only remaining kindness of Brent, if you dare to refuse......"

Before he could finish speaking, the world swirled.

It was a little late that the vertigo's vision calmed down a little, and he realized his current situation.

- Thrown out.

Clean.

"This guy, this guy, this guy. He clenched his fists, his teeth rattling, "I don't know what to do!"

It seems that if he doesn't teach this loser a lesson, he really doesn't take him seriously.

So, in a fit of rage, he returned to the two companions, and his eyes wandered round and round in the crowd of people.

"Someone else?"

The two companions who glared at him with a sinister gaze, as the son of the director of the Jerry Maia City Training Institute, had never suffered such a big loss since he was a child, let alone ...... Now he is no longer what he used to be, he is already a sword-wielding man from above, and he is already a person of reverence for his status in two worlds that are completely different from mortals.

Now, but, but—

Humiliated by a waste that has never stopped at one seal and can't even master its own abilities?

It's simply it!

Shame on the face!

With nowhere to vent his anger, he could only look at the two henchmen who were from Jeremiah with him, grabbed one of the closer, usually unpleasant guys, by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and approached him: "Tell me - tell me where that guy is?"

"I ...... I do not know. ”

"What's the use of leaving you!"

He slammed the waste on his hand to the ground, and in the nearly half month of fusion, the stigmata had gradually begun to feed back into the flesh, allowing the new sword wielders, including him, to gradually have extraordinary physiques.

Therefore, the momentum of this fall is not small, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

"What about you—"

However, the eldest young master of Jeremiah City was still not satisfied and moved his gaze to the other person.

"He's gone. ”

The rest of the man replied honestly, "He didn't even look at us, and just left." ”

He knew a little bit about this eldest young master who relied on his father's pampering and was powerful in the training institute, so he naturally hid some of the details.

Sure enough, the anger on Brent's face darkened slightly.

That's just like the words.

Although Judas was a waste with little potential, he was the first-class person among the sword wielders of the First Seal level, and in his eyes, probably only people like him were qualified to be opponents and have the qualifications to make him shoot.

As for the other two idiots, they are simply unsightly garbage.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but feel a little happy, and of course he didn't notice the expressions of the two wastes around him who couldn't get into his eyes at all.

That's helplessness, that's resentment, and it's even more sarcasm.

Yes, Judas didn't look at us, but he didn't look at you either.

That's the details that are being withheld.

- He doesn't care, he doesn't care about us, he doesn't care about you, he doesn't care about you shit.

The reason why it will throw you away is simply because-

You're just in the way.

That's the truth.

It's not cruel at all, but it's true.

And that's exactly what happened, for Amy Ulysses, today's scene was just a small, insignificant ripple in his peaceful life in the present Canaan.

So much so that he didn't even realize the undercurrent of the calm everyday life.