The personal magic teacher of the Biffin family couldn't hide his disbelief, he could also summon this frost dragon, but don't forget, how old he is, his current awe-inspiring and enviable reverence status is the result of countless difficult assessments and countless wonderful papers, how many times he buried his head in yellowed books, and when he looked up after being extremely tired, he would ask himself if he could give up, but he was rejected in his heart, and he came to this day, becoming a respected elder, not just a mediocre nobleman with a family title. Which knight who has been on the battlefield and paid blood and sweat, and which magician who has overcome difficulties and won laurels, is not proud of this simplest honor? In the bottom of his heart, the old tulip magician has no good impression of Miss Bohemia, who enjoys a fruitful greenhouse flower without giving anything, but in any corner of the empire, it is basic common sense to have a good relationship with the nobles, let alone a family like Biffin, who can be regarded as a golden subspecies even if he is not a dragon?

The leader of the Academic Affairs Section of St. Carroll College was even more at a loss, because all displays of magic skills were forbidden in public places inside the Academy, so St. Carol had not seen such eye-catching high-level magic outdoors for many years, but what was even more incomprehensible with normal thinking was that the ordinary monk in front of him was not wearing the uniform torch uniform, and he was sure that the sparse torch definitely did not have a place for this young man, even if it was the genius of the geniuses, in the torch he only liked to stay on the top floor of the secluded library and read forbidden books, he had seen it a few times。 So who is this magician who does not rely on a large number of precious "hot springs" to bless the nuclear weight, but easily uses the definition of a level 63 ice dragon in the official magic book?

Because it was the day when the cradle of imperial glory reported for admission, a large number of freshmen who had not yet been polished by the academy and had an idle temperament liked to browse the academy that was more like a palace garden, and when they looked up and saw this ice dragon dozens of meters long, they all stretched their necks.

In a classroom full of students, even in the hallways, a middle-aged man with a blank face stood under the blackboard, teaching one of his papers, "The Moral Misunderstanding of Demonstrating Black Magic". The man was pale, with slender fingers and a thick local accent, and he was by no means a middle-aged man who could give people a good impression, with a stiff expression and dull speech, far less lively and vivid than some aristocratic professors with old seniority. He doesn't like to interact with the audience, but he allows students to interrupt the process, but no one has the interest to do it before, and no one has the courage to do it now.

After the spectacular scene of magic appeared outside the window, there was a scream of surprise inside and outside the classroom, the middle-aged professor was still indifferent, and continued to lecture, his teaching content was different, it was difficult for the imperial elite who were qualified to enter St. Carol to gain something, this new celebrity in the imperial capital had almost no friends who could speak, let alone a lover who matched his identity, there was no operation and support of a big family behind him, and he rarely had a relationship with his peers. He seems to be forever alone. The bell made by the swaying of the crystal spider plant, a magical plant in St. Carroll, rang, the professor closed the handout, said the end of class, glanced at the dense text on the blackboard, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Does anyone have any questions?"

No one responded, partly because they were in a hurry to enjoy the rare artificial scenery outside the window, and partly because the professor's course was boring. The man did not show regret or loss, and left the classroom with the books and handouts, preparing to return to his shabby residence in the streets of Oiwatong, where there were many magical propositions that he needed to stay up all night to solve. All his pleasures were devoted to the almost never-ending realm of magic, which did not give the slightest share of the luxuries to which the aristocracy was accustomed. Whether it is the Oak District, or the Great Rock Tong Street where the Morgan Knight Academy is located, it is the civilian area of Jupiter City, and every nobleman in the imperial capital knows that St. Carol in the Oak District and the Morgan Knight College in the Big Rock Street are a pair of old enemies, because the Imperial Military Order of the First Class is the Iron Oak Medal, so that there are still old-fashioned magicians who apply to the Secretary of the Interior to change the reputation of the Oak District, and as the purest military family, let the heir Bohemia, who is in line to the throne, choose magic instead of a female knight instructor, and there has been a fierce controversy within the family, but she is born with a nuclear weight capacity that is superior to ordinary people, which forced her father to accept the reality, but the hiring of a family magic teacher did not make a big deal of it, which was originally a grand and public happy event in an ordinary big family, so the marquis had to privately compensate the tulip wizard old Luxembourg with an epic magic wand purchased with a large amount of money.

What really comforted the Biffin family was that their alternative socialite was favored by the strangest professor in San Carroll, due to a small gathering of senior magicians hosted by old Luxembourg last year, where a silent middle-aged professor who had been hired by the Magic Guild of the Eastern Counties of the Empire only two years ago proposed "what is magic" as a bystander Many magic teachers laughed at the innocent question, but the civilian professor who had climbed to the throne of the vice president of the county magic union in a few years but was immediately beaten back to his original form answered this childish-sounding question very seriously, which took up to an hour, and finally even the questioner was a little sleepy, and he said that this was really a strange guy, and after the episode, she and old Luxemburg didn't care. It's just that when the black obsidian flower in the torch that only has a certain friendship with the middle-aged professor becomes the pride of the empire, it is rumored that the shabby professor who has the lowest attendance rate in St. Carol College is going to be promoted to become the vice president of the college, and the nobles whose children studied in St. Carol at the beginning scoffed, a civilian professor with no background and no black orchid badge can enter the academy is the apex and become one of the six vice deans? But it turned out to be not a joke, but a serious fact, with the departure of Gakka Miao, after the vast army of magical sages and great knights of the empire arrived at the edge of the Mayan snow-capped mountains, returned to the imperial capital, the decree was officially issued, the old dean himself wrote, signed and approved by the imperial prime minister. On the same day, the head of the Biffen family took his happy daughter to the small room of the new vice dean in the civilian area, and offered to change the professor to a bright and spacious new house, but the latter directly refused, fortunately he did not refuse to make up lessons for the only future magician of the Biffin family.

He was Taco from the city of Augs, a theorist who was known for his studies of heresy. His resume is very simple, he served as the unpopular vice president of a public academy with a handful of nobles but a large number of commoners, and was later hired by the Rothonchild family, and then quickly accepted by the hindsight of the magic union, and became the vice president of the county guild, and later as the obsidian withered, he was "involved in too many dark theories" The vague reason was kicked out of the guild by the superiors who were more fickle than women, and finally he was recommended to enter St. Carol by a letter of introduction, and he had a good relationship with Gaka Miao, and occasionally discussed some magical issues, which was Professor Taco, the seventh largest person in the Empire's highest magical school, had a thin resume.

He walked slowly out of the classroom, his pace as rigid and boring as his style of life, and he was greeted by countless aristocratic students and the leaders of St. Carroll along the way, but he never responded. Leaving the Suge Building, the main building of the academy, he finally looked up and saw the ice dragon that he didn't expect to dissipate due to the weakening of the nuclear weight support but became thicker and thicker, the middle-aged professor was stunned, the tulip magician would never use the badges and prestige he had worked hard for decades to create this kind of gimmick, and the members of the torch were strictly confined in Berlin Park, and even an outing required layers of approval, let alone come to St. Carroll to play tricks.

Is it the son of an aristocrat who is not afraid of St. Carroll's authority and is willing to squander a huge amount of "hot springs"?

When the youngest vice president in the history of the academy saw the perpetrator, the pale face of the "hardest marble floor" appeared with an almost terrifying fanaticism, similar to the pagan seeing the god in his mind, he quickened his pace, and the middle-aged professor was angry and nervous when he saw that several of the academy's old overseers were preparing to sanction the young man in the robes. For the first time, he used the power of the vice-president, but in a very non-aristocratic way, he smashed the book directly on the overseer, shouting, "Stop!"

The old supervisors looked at each other, not knowing what medicine the vice president had taken wrong.

Miss Bohemia immediately smiled when she saw this vice-dean, and lo and behold, her closest real power figure in the academy appeared.

Seeing Tac, who had been the same boring appearance for more than ten years, Augustine smiled slightly, and did not immediately revoke the control of the frost dragon, let it crash to the ground, but let the water dragon return to the fountain, this kind of scene, in the eyes of the students of St. Carroll, is simply a miracle, which requires an unreasonable and accurate calculation of the nuclear weight, which is tantamount to completing a huge project independently, in the difficult high-level magic class, the old magician will tell the juniors that in general, magic is a mysterious product with strong inertia, which is the favor of the gods to the magician, but once the magic is to be recovered, this is roughly equivalent to rejecting the gift of the gods, which requires double the ability to resist the "punishment" of the three golden rules of magic. Vice President Taco almost ran in front of the young priest and saluted respectfully, "Master Augustine, I have finally met you, forgive Taco for all these years of inaction." ”

Augustine, of course, saw Tacco's action of throwing the book, and quipped, "Why, my second personal magic teacher, that obsidian badge was also lost by you?"

Taco shook his head, "I've always treasured it, I just don't think I deserve to wear her." ”

Augustine smiled, "Just like the first time I was taken to Taylor Street in the Tarber district of Augs, I don't think my parents should have gone out to meet you personally?"

Taco sighed heavily: "It was the most touching moment of Taco's life, not because of your parents' noble status, but because of their love for you. ”

Augustine was noncommittal about this.

Taco, who is not good at talking, doesn't know how to speak, and the young master Augustine in front of him went to the Maidaiola Theological Seminary at the age of thirteen, and in a blink of an eye, it is more than ten years, and the young master Augustine has really grown up, at least he is taller than himself.

The St. Carroll students who flocked to watch after class were all speculating about the monk's identity, and Miss Bohemia, who was about to show off her good relationship with Vice Dean Taco, was at a loss. The fellow who spoke for the two provincial hens of Richelieu was a friend of the vice-president?but could a friend be so humble from the bottom of his heart? She had the arrogance and conceit that the family had bestowed upon her, but likewise, she was not stupid, and the education of an old family had made every wise heir a good observer. The embarrassed Miss Bohemia begged for help and looked at old Luxemburg beside her, hoping that he would come forward to clean up this abhorrent and absurd situation. But the old magician looked horrified. Young Master Augustine? Who can make Tacco, who was born in Augs Song City, so awe-inspiring, will there be a second Augustine? He even questioned whether the fourth archon of the Sacricade was qualified to hold an aria-level magic wand? Even if this most unpopular person in the imperial capital, who alone made the imperial capital grizzly bear gamble and earn nearly 10 million Caesar gold coins, held three or four epic magic staffs, who would take such an innocuous trivial matter to provoke in person?

Horse's hooves roared in the streets of the Oak District outside the college gates.

Are those fancy knights at Morgan College in drills?

The answer is no.

More than a dozen knights dressed in the highest level of Mediant armor in the empire rushed directly into the gate of St. Carol, and ran all the way to the square under the stairs of the Suge Building, wearing a dazzling array of luxurious medals on the chest of the first knight.

This is a bastard family that has been cursed by countless nobles and should have died as an heir long ago.

It was more savage than the Greenspans, and more domineering than any other family in the imperial capital.

It's Clough.

One was born as the second knight of the empire, and there was an old family owner who had nothing to do and went to the Diola Seminary for more than ten years to do penance and then swaggered back to the imperial capital to continue to flirt with the noblewoman, this is really a shit family, but all the families have to pinch their noses to praise this big shit on the table.

The chief knight was Octavian, the son of the old Clough lord, a madman who had led a knight to break into the territory of the Titan Empire in peacetime, and took off a string of knights' heads and hung them on his spear to return to Jupiter.

As a result, he was stripped of several Imperial Badges of Honor, but soon won them all back in regular combat and hung them on his chest again.

The best soldier of the empire, who has the irascible blood of the Clough family in his veins, probably has the only drawback that he is afraid of his wife.

But all the places where the lady who almost took advantage of the absence of the old lion Clough family master to occupy all the power of the family in the imperial capital was not present, no one wanted to face Octavian, who liked to deal with the heads of dead people the most, and once he attended a grand celebration banquet, he was bored and only cared about solving a whole roasted peacock, and an old earl who wanted to be close to the old earl out of good intentions in exchange for a sentence "Old man, your neck can't withstand a sword to cut down". The old earl was so frightened that when he returned, he fell seriously ill and almost failed to get out of bed. It was such a knight who had not been able to become a general because he had no regard for the laws and discipline of the empire, who broke into St. Carroll, turned over and dismounted, and saw the young priest standing beside the vice-president of Taco, laughed, walked up the stairs, and hugged him, "Little Augustine, the city of Jupiter without you is almost suffocating me, as soon as I heard that your carriage entered the oak district, I ran through a dozen streets, go, our little Clough misses you." After the baptism, we went to Jonathan's district to have some fun. ”

Augustine was almost strangled out of breath, this "gentleman" was the guy who obtained the status of a great dragon lancer by virtue of his military exploits, and the most terrible thing was his mouth of spittle with heavy bad breath, Augustine was annoyed, and smashed his fist directly on Octavian's head, and said angrily: "Stay away from me." ”

Octavian, who was not wearing a helmet, scratched his head, let go of his hand, and grinned slightly restrainedly.

Shattered glasses.

Before Augustine left the St. Carol Academy, he glanced at the Bohemian lady, and certainly did not forget her personal magic teacher, Old Luxembourg. Then ask Taco to tell York in the torch that there is time to get together, and follow the Klough knights out of the academy.

He rode a thoroughbred named Takadaesawa named after Octavian, and Octavian had a man get off his horse's back and leave the bored St. Carol side by side with his favorite little Augustine, besides his wife.