The sun is shining at night, and the red glow seems to turn the roofs of the city into a sea of fire. The fading bazaar, the returning merchants, the babbling of the stream calmed down from the children's playfulness, the circling cows and sheep, and the chirping of birds in the woods make the evening of Muni seem unusually peaceful and peaceful.

The room was silent. Roy calmed down, releasing his senses.

The perception spreads out boundlessly, merging with the breath of heaven and earth. With the ups and downs of breathing, gradually, the heaven and earth yuan force began to become turbulent, and a ** energy was like a wave, slowly washing every cell of the body's skin, and soaking into the body little by little.

Soon, the fluctuations of heaven and earth energy began to become violent. Like a storm approaching on the seashore, wave after wave of tide crashes on the reef on the shore. At this time, Roy's breathing also became long and long, with an average interval of three minutes before completing a breath.

This breathing rhythm was achieved by Roy's repeated pondering and practice in countless meditations.

Meditate for 100 breaths at a time. The rhythm of the breath has a great influence on meditation.

If you breathe too quickly, the momentum of heaven and earth energy will become fierce and uncontrollable, and at the same time, the body's absorption of energy will be reduced. If the breathing is too slow, the body's functional indicators will decline, which will affect the source power operation and energy conversion in the body.

And now this breathing rhythm allows Roy to maintain a kind of balance, not slow, and steadily improving.

If there was any other magic on the side, he would definitely be shocked by this teenager's subtle control ability. This kind of balance like walking on a tightrope is completely beyond the scope of a mage of this level, even some Sun Magisters and even Sky Sages are difficult to achieve.

But Roy did it, naturally. It's as simple as eating and drinking.

The cells of his whole body were absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth energy with the maximum absorption power. His source power was running at maximum speed, transforming spiritual power into magical power. And this qiē is completely under control. It's like walking on the edge of a cliff. It seems that one wrong step will fall, but this step will never be wrong.

Exhale and breathe.

After ten breaths, the strength of the energy tide of heaven and earth had already surpassed what Roy could bear. And at this time, the whirlpool of the incarnation of the ruling spirit also appeared in Roy's sea of consciousness like an old friend. Hold off the onslaught of excess energy for him.

Because he was in the spiritual power realm of the Tower of Illusion, the energy tide that Roy encountered when meditating was far ten times greater than usual. Of course, the spiritual power contained in the energy is also ten times richer than in other places.

If the spiritual power pill is compared to a glass of water, then the spiritual power realm of the Tower of Fantasy is a huge swimming pool.

The Elixir may also contain toxins that are difficult to remove. Taking a large amount of it will have a great negative impact on the body and future cultivation. However, the spiritual power realm of the Illusory World Tower is completely pure. These spiritual powers are a collection of pure energy naturally emanating from all things in heaven and earth, without the slightest impurity. No matter how much is absorbed, it is beneficial and harmless.

The same is true for anyone. The Academy of Magic was set up within the realm of the Spirit Power of the Tower of Fantasy, and it was because of this. But what makes Roy different from others is that the energy that others can induce when they meditate is only on a scale like wind and mist, but he is the tide in the sea that is more terrifying than a tsunami!

It's like being in the same treasure house, where everyone else is grasping with their hands and carrying it in their pockets. But he was armed with a team of shovels and huge wagons. It's not competition anymore, it's looting!

However, Roy felt that he was also a little wronged.

Although he absorbed even more spiritual power than some high-level magicians, he alone would not make the spiritual power layer of the Tower of Fantasy drop significantly. ..., the culprit is naturally the whirlpool that judges the incarnation of the main spirit. Almost ninety-nine percent of the energy of heaven and earth was devoured by this big belly that could never be fed. Moreover, Roy found that this guy was also very picky. Since the first few times I devoured the energy of the spiritual power in the Illusion Tower. Change to another place. This guy turned around with a listless and reluctant look.

This drove Roy mad.

When meditating, learning nature from the sword spirit is an essential part.

Whenever Roy's breathing rhythm steady down. The transformation of the body's spiritual power has become a natural norm. No special attention is required. The appearance of the vortex will filter more energy than he can handle, so that he will not worry about being distracted by the energy of heaven and earth.

And every time this happens, Roy's consciousness will enter the world of judgment with the whirlpool. Step into that vast world, fight side by side with the sword spirit in that lifeless city.

Roy never understood what kind of world the world in the verdict was. Is it a dream, a part of the real world, nothingness, or a plane that exists in an infinite space-time.

In this world, a qiē is so real.

The pain of every injury, the touch of stabbing the sword into the demon's body, the sky, the ground, the city, and the grim smiles of the demons and the hollow eyes as they died. All of them made Roy unable to believe that this was just an illusory world stored in the verdict.

The longer he stays in this world, the more realistic he feels about it. So strong that he couldn't even tell which side was the real real world, and he couldn't tell where he was born and grew up. It's as if he's been fighting here all along, dying again and again, and coming back to life again and again. It seems that this kind of life is a matter of course, and Bolabel and the city of Muni are just their own dreams.

Roy is perhaps the one with the most secrets in the Land of Redemption, and the one with the most questions on his mind.

At the same time, he is also a very curious person.

He wanted to know what his parents were like, to know the whereabouts of his grandfather William, to know why the Knights of Sinners had been convicted of fighting the demons in Farrington Fortress for 300 years, and to know who had the black hand behind the tragedy on the banks of the Frosty River fourteen years ago.

Every time he thought about these questions, he felt like a cat scratching his heart, but no matter how strong his curiosity was, he had to endure it. Because he was too weak. Just like a sheep, if you want to ask a lion a question, the best outcome is to get the answer and lose your life.

Roy's patience and forbearance have been good since he was a child. If you change it to anyone else. At the age of three, he had to go down to the river to catch fish, at the age of four he had to dig a wolf's den, and at the age of five, he had to hunt in the ice and snow to eat, and his patience would be as good as Roy's.

At the age of five, Roy knew the limits of his strength were there, so it wasn't until he was eight years old that he killed his first big game without relying on a trap.

And now. Compared to the enemies who were hiding in the mist, he was even more vulnerable than the five-year-old boy who walked alone in the Monster Mountains twelve years ago. He knows very well that only when he has enough strength is the time to ask questions.

And before that, he could only endure and hide his curiosity deeply.

But. This does not include awards.

It can be said that the world of adjudication belongs to him and belongs only to him.

Although every time he came here, he either fought with the axe spirit on the top of the mountain all night, or followed the sword spirit along the long streets of the city step by step, and it was impossible to even go around. However, in his mind, this place resembled a small tree hole he had found as a child in the wild beast-infested jungle. ..., this is his harbor. A place where you can feel warm, safe, fantastic, and alive even after you die.

And this is also the only secret that he can explore and satisfy his curiosity at the moment, but it will not cause any consequences!

Endless heaven and earth energy poured into Roy's sea of knowledge. Wave after wave.

Roy followed behind Sword Spirit. Step by step. In the lore of life and death, with blood and death. To experience the true meaning of battle. As there were more and more wounds on his body, the magic power in his body in reality also transformed with the spiritual power that poured into his body, and gradually approached the mark of five thousand magic codes.

In the sea of knowledge, the whirlpool of judgment was spinning wildly, and faintly, several winding and twisting lightning bolts appeared in the gray-black whirlpool.

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Gustas stood in his office window and watched Roy walk into the dilapidated C dormitory.

Although the head of the Mooney City branch had never spoken to Roy since the beginning of the school year, and had not even approached within thirty meters of him, it seemed that they were two completely unrelated people. However, few people know that Dean Gustas's eyes have not stopped observing this fanciful teenager for a moment.

When Naroy clashed with Klaus and the others in the E Brigade, when he first followed Kameni into the back mountain to train, when he competed with Xiang Feng or buried himself in the library to read a book, Gustas would always appear quietly behind him.

This is the first time in Gustas's twenty years as president of the Mooney Branch that he has paid so much attention to a student.

He left all the affairs of the academy to Diarra and ignored them. Moreover, he hadn't been to his magic room for a long time. You know, in the past two years, the real yàn in the magic room has almost been his only sustenance after the de facto leisure.

When someone close to him politely mentions his recent anomaly, Gustas just smiles, but doesn't explain.

He became more and more interested in Roy. This interest is even greater than everything else, including the study of magic, and comes first.

So as soon as Roy returned to the academy, Gustas had already gotten the news.

He watched Roy walk in, watching him walk through the campus boulevards and dusty training grounds filled with broken sunlight and into the dormitory building not far from the Tower of Fantasy.

Ever since it was determined that Roy had returned to his dorm, Gustas had not left the large floor-to-ceiling window in the middle of his office. He stood there, sometimes looking at the old dormitory buildings that should have been repaired a long time ago, and sometimes looking at the top of the Tower of Fantasy on the other side.

He watched quietly and waited until the sunset on the horizon had sunset into the distant mountains, leaving only a thin arc of red light on the city wall.

Then Gustas saw what he wanted to see, and at the same time, he heard a rush of footsteps and a knock on the door behind him!

"Dean!" several clerks and two magic instructors pushed the door in a sweat, "The Tower of Fantasy has an accident again!"

With this rambling shout, the silence of the office was shattered. Later, more people poured in, reporting the same news. For a while, the entire office was drowned in a panic. Everybody looks. It's all like ants on a hot pan.

However, everyone's anxious cries and anxious feelings did not seem to affect Gustas. It wasn't until a long time later that everyone realized that the honorable dean had been standing quietly by the window of the office all along, deaf to and motionless at the edge of his side. ..., just the look on his face. Seems a little weird. It's like laughing, it's like gritting teeth.

"Dean!" the noise gradually subsided, and everyone looked at each other, not understanding what was wrong with Gustas.

This isn't the first time the Tower of Fantasy in the Muni City branch has had problems.

As early as the first day of school, the spiritual power layer of the Tower of Fantasy suddenly dropped in the evening, all the way down to the part below the spire.

Then. The whole training camp is chickens flying and dogs jumping. The magic instructors rushed to the top of the Tower of Fantasy to check the Gathering Magic Array, and the logistics officers urgently mobilized the magic core to replenish the energy of the Tower of Fantasy. And Diarra even ordered all the people in the Tower of Fantasy to come out. But everyone tried all the means, but it didn't have the slightest effect.

It wasn't until a few prayer hours later that the spiritual power layer of the Tower of Illusion stopped descending on its own and returned to normal.

When the Tower of Fantasy was restored, people stopped their useless busyness. At that moment, everyone found that their vests were already covered in cold sweat.

Afterwards, everyone carefully inspected the Tower of Fantasy. But I checked and checked, and I didn't find any problems. Just when everyone attributed it to a fluctuation of spiritual power that appeared by chance. Unexpectedly, the next day, the same weird scene reappeared.

This time, no one took action. Because they want to act, and they don't know where to start. The magic circle of the spiritual power layer has always been guarded by magic teaching, and it is operating completely normally. As for the cultivators in the Tower of Fantasy, they all invited out under the pretext of maintenance.

And on this day, the aberrations and recovery of the Tower of Fantasy are exactly the same as on the first day. After a few prayer hours. The spiritual power layer of the Tower of Illusion stabilized again, and it climbed upwards again.

Several days after that. Tower of Fantasy has the same problem from time to time.

The only difference is that the time of the problem is different every time. Sometimes it's early in the morning, sometimes it's morning training time, sometimes it's late at night. Moreover, the magnitude of the spiritual power layer of the Phantom Tower is also different, when it is more than the spire, it will drop below the spire, and when it is less, it will also drop to a height of about one meter.

After going back and forth like this, the teachers were about to be tortured and collapsed.

You must know that the reason why the three major training camps can become the holy places in the hearts of all combat professionals is that most of the credit goes to the Tower of Fantasy.

This method of construction, the magic tower, which has long been lost, has magical powers. Cultivating in the Tower of Fantasy is much more efficient than anywhere else. Moreover, because of the interconnection of the Fantasy Towers in various places, the combat experience obtained by the students in the Fantasy World is far greater than that obtained on the training ground.

Originally, due to financial constraints, the first training camp only opened 200 fantasy tower rooms. For a training camp with more than 3,000 trainees, this little room is just barely enough. And now, due to the massive loss of the spiritual power layer of the Tower of Fantasy, the consumption of magic cores has surged, and even two hundred rooms cannot be saved. In the days that followed, the maximum number of rooms in the college was 100, and the minimum was 60.

Although the Tower of Fantasy points required to enter the Tower of Fantasy for cultivation are more precious than real money, civilian students cannot enter the Tower of Illusion twice a year. However, the people in the academy who can afford to enter the Tower of Fantasy are still very good. Especially those noble students who have been rewarded with a lot of points and have become accustomed to cultivating in the Tower of Fantasy, they are even more complaining about this. After a long time, some students have even begun to discuss with their families to transfer to the other two training camps.

Everyone is anxious to see in their eyes. However, in order to avoid the depletion of spiritual power and the bankruptcy of the academy, the Tower of Fantasy cannot be completely opened. What's more, until now, no one has been able to figure out what went wrong with the Tower of Fantasy. That's the worst thing. After all, Tower of Fantasy is a top priority for any academy. Whether it's the main tower or the secondary tower, losing either of them is a disaster. ..., especially the current Muni City branch was originally ranked last among the major branches of the first training camp, if the Tower of Fantasy is lost again, not to mention that the competition with the second and third training camps is just a joke, I'm afraid there will be no reason for the entire academy to save zài. How does this make everyone not anxious?

But just when everyone was racking their brains to find the problem of the Tower of Fantasy, two days ago, the Tower of Fantasy suddenly returned to normal. Not only has the spiritual power not been lost, but the spiritual power consumed before is still under the operation of the Gathering Magic Array. Slowly made up for it.

At this time, the teachers were ecstatic. I thought that the Tower of Fantasy had finally gotten rid of that inexplicable strange phenomenon. Today is the fourth day of normalcy, and everyone is also discussing whether to start opening more rooms tomorrow. After all, it will be the preliminary round of the training camp challenge in a while, and at this time, the outstanding students who have the strength to participate in the competition are in need of the Tower of Fantasy to help improve their strength.

But who would have thought. Just when everyone was still discussing hotly, this tower of fantasy actually had problems again.

Moreover, the worst thing now is that it is not only the Tower of Fantasy that has problems, but also the esteemed Dean.

For a moment, everyone looked at Gustas with a strange expression on his face. I thought to myself, is the dean already confident, or is he already old and confused?

Or is he already mad?

"Sure enough, it's this kid!"

Gustas roared inwardly. He had to work hard to control himself in order to stay calm in front of the Yigan Instructors instead of jumping up immediately, leading a group of Mentor thugs to rush into Roy's room, and arresting the little bastard who would spend more than 100,000 gold Lulang in the academy in a week!

From the first loss of the Fantasy Tower's spiritual power layer, Gustas was suspicious of Roy.

However, the injuries he suffered in the battle between Roy and Xiang Feng that day deceived him. He didn't believe that Roy, who was injured like that, would do anything other than heal his injuries.

Over the next few days. Gustas is using his vast perception of the Sky Sage to sense the loss of the Fantasy Tower's spiritual power. But in the end, he found nothing except to determine that the spiritual power of the Fantasy Tower was lost within the spiritual power realm. At that time, he once again set his sights on Roy.

Although it was very unreasonable, his intuition told him that there was something wrong with that kid!

Sure enough, after carefully observing the relationship between Roy and the loss of spiritual power from the Fantasy Tower. Gustas seized on the temporal connection. He found. When something went wrong with the Tower of Fantasy, Roy must have been in his dormitory located within the spiritual realm. And as long as he's not there. The Tower of Fantasy is good.

Only Gustas knew about this. After all, in this academy, it is impossible for anyone other than him to put all his energy on an ordinary freshman, to master his every move, and to connect it with the Tower of Fantasy.

The other day, Roy left the academy. As Gustas expected, during these days, Tower of Fantasy was as normal as his famously good appetite.

And today, as soon as that kid returned to the academy, the spiritual power of the Tower of Fantasy began to drain rapidly again!

This time, even if Gustas is an idiot, he can be sure that Roy is the culprit!

"What should I do?" Gustas's heart was extremely tangled and struggling. A face is sunny and cloudy, cloudy and sunny, suddenly blue, and suddenly white.

In the corner of the office behind him, there was a testing puppet.

That's exactly when Roy was being tested separately by him and Kameni, and he punched the puppet with the seven-color talent. It's just that Kameni was so angry that he slammed the door and left, but he moved the puppet to his office after discovering that it could be activated normally.

To be honest, Gustas didn't want to admit the fact that Roy had the talent of a seven-colored knight, it was ridiculous, too unbelievable, and too sad for him. As a magician, he would prefer Roy to follow the path of magic. ..., however, the reality is really in front of me.

In front of this precious pimple, even Augustus is a scumbag!

Gustas was so entangled that he had the heart to die on a wall. He wanted to find someone to give him an idea, but no one could say anything about it. Once it leaks out, it will be nothing to do with him Gustas. Moreover, it is also a great threat to Roy's safety.

He's just a small civilian, and it's too easy to destroy him.

A magician, or a knight?

This question is tangled enough, and now what is even more tangled is that the kid actually got the idea of the Tower of Fantasy.

Looking at the rapidly descending layer of spiritual power, Gustas felt pain from the tip of his heart to every piece of fat on his body. In a week, he has to consume more than 100,000 Jin Lulang's demon cores, and for him, who is already poor enough to almost lose his pants, it is no different from cutting his flesh with a knife in an open fire.

From this point of view. It seemed like he should have grabbed the kid right away.

On the other hand, this kid is obviously meditating and practicing magic again. If you can spend these hundreds of thousands of gold Lulang to let him go further on the road of magic, it will be worth it.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed as if he should pretend that he didn't know anything.

But there is also that kid, not only practicing magic, but also obsessively becoming a knight. Demon and martial arts double cultivation, this is simply a waste of his talent!

In that case, he should still clean up the kid.

Also, now that Kameni is ignoring Roy, Roy may be in a painful period of choice if he had already embarked on the path of magic. Wouldn't he push him back when he went to clean him up again?

From this point of view

Gustas thought the good, the bad, the bad, and the good. I struggled to die and come back to life.

Finally, he made up his mind.

"Okay, let's disperse, I'll take care of this matter. He turned and said to the teachers.

All couldn't believe their ears. Stared blankly at him.

After a while, some of the teachings of the Diarra family exchanged glances and were overjoyed, and Diarra, who had just walked to the door because of this incident, turned around and walked away after being bitten on the ear in a low voice.

The crux of this matter was not found in the first place, and even the general battalion knew about it and was ready to send people down. At this time, he could not find the one to take responsibility, since Gustas was willing to carry it alone. Then let him carry it. Something is wrong with a treasure like Tower of Fantasy. It's not something you can just carry it on!

The crowd slowly dispersed. When the heavy coffee-colored wooden door closes tightly. Gustas walked over to his desk and sat down.

In the room, there were only two people left.

Two old men. One is named Steve and the other is named Hough.

In the first training camp, these two did not have any positions, did not teach, and were not responsible for the management of any training camp or magic academy. They are just one of the many teachings in Camp One.

However, the old man who has followed Gustas for more than ten years knows that Gustas, who is short and fat and has a kind face, is definitely not as easy to deal with as he seems on the outside. And these two old teachings are by no means as simple as their identities seem.

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, Diarra is the de facto master of this academy. But in fact, what he controls is the part that Gustas lets go, the things on the surface of the branch of Munny.

And under the antique buildings of this branch that has been established for more than 80 years, what is hidden are the roots of generations of deans.

That's the real essence of the academy!

Until Diarra really understands this, he will never really be in control of this place.

"What are you, Gustas?" asked Hoff, who had a long white beard, turning his gaze from the closed door to Gustas's face, half-squinting his eyes.

"I know what I'm doing. Gustas waved his hand and pulled open the desk drawer. Placed a magic card on the table.

Seeing the card, Steve and Hough looked at each other in surprise. Of course they know the card. Because, they also have one in their own hands.

This is the permission card of the "dark camp" of the pass college.

With the exception of a few of them, there was no teaching in the academy. Among them, there is also the vice-president who is in full swing, Mr. Diarra.

"Boy, you're in luck!" Gustas said to himself, gritting his teeth

At 2 o'clock, it was finally done, and I went to sleep. Vote up, brothers, monthly ticket recommendation votes, all of them!