Terrible news about Gwen's "real" talent spread like the quasi-magical Black Death in the 13th century. She quickly left the main building, and before a mob could muster enough motivation to start throwing textbooks.

When Gwen finally arrives at the dorm, Xiaoyue and Elvis Presley are already dizzy from the good news.

"See?" told you a long time ago. Mr. Yue smiled optimistically, and smiled from ear to ear.

"Congratulations, Gwen has discovered your talent!" Elvis ran into Gwen's arms, her tiny body spinning around Gwen's neck.

Overwhelmed by the favor of fate, Gwen hugs her two babes and is grateful for making such a reliable friend.

"You'll see old Bartlett soon," Yue suggested man, think about your quasi-lightning that makes my blood boil - you and I, two tough duos, Elvis Presley healing in the back... We're going to make a mess of that field trip. ”

"Don't count your chicken pectoral muscles before hatching. "We also need to find a tank," Elvis reprimanded them. Unlike Yue, she is not looking forward to facing actual combat. "We didn't have a good year. We asked the old people. ”

"The oath-taker is a dime a dozen. "Yue shrugged, although we could use you as a prize, hold a school-wide contest to find the best oath taker!Spend a day with Elvis Presley, spend a day with Princess Gold!"

"Please don't," the elf rebuked Yue harshly, and Yue had an evil expression.

"Hehe, I see it now! The three of us, pile up the corpses of the beasts. If we kill enough of them, maybe we'll find a nucleus or two. ”

"You mean the five of us?" Gwen interjected suspiciously.

"Puffs...... We're pulling heavy loads anyway. Yue smiled arrogantly, you know, it was great to find a core on our first adventure. We can change. We'll have LDM for days!"

All mages dream of finding the creature core.

The core of the magical beast forms the basic ingredient of a magical item. The stronger the beast and the denser the core, the greater the danger. Some land spirits are just fodder, but coastal basilisks can wipe out entire mining outposts.

"Okay, get out, don't stand at the door and look at Mags!" came a man's gruff voice from behind, the dormitory administrator. The iron-faced Rosen, Yue nicknamed him for his stern and stoic nature, but Gwen quite liked the man. Rosen is the opposite of her father – focused, concise, and useful.

"Received a call from the administrator. He turned to the trio of Gowensong, the old man wants to see you. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Rosen. ”

Rosen nodded.

"Congratulations," the janitor said with a blank face before returning to the interior of the apartment.

"Do you like people like that, Gwen?" Yue's brow twitched.

"Mr. Rosen?" Elvis Presley looked at Gwen in shock, he was like a dad!

"That's the point ... "Hee-hee-hee," Yue insisted on her sordid assumptions. "We all know Gwen has a dad problem..."

"Oh my God, you two ......" Gwen rolled her eyes. Bloody teen hormone meat bag.

However, she herself is still a teenager, and there is no need for discounts. Even now, her body has a mind of its own. Somewhere in her flesh and blood, the ghost of Gwen of yesteryear haunts the halls.

In any case, Gwen wasn't attracted to Rosen, she was just admiring the rare bird known as "The Power".

The principal's office is on the first floor of the main building. Acacia is a simple school with a simple pedigree, so a simple oak door opens to a spacious interior for awards and honors.

Maggs Jules Bartlett has been the principal of Acacia for 20 years. He was a well-known figure both inside and around the school. Generations of attendants came and went, but everyone recognized the figure who was always present, it was Principal Bartlett at the door, 0700 Sharp, dutifully greeting every student. The principal is affable, approachable and a talkative person.

Gwen had a reassuring smile on her face as she entered.

Oh my God, his beard is impeccable. Gwen thought. Not a single hair is wrong.

"Miss Song, please sit down, be comfortable, and have a drink if you like. Maggs gestured to the table, where a pot of steaming English breakfast was served.

"Thank you, sir. Gwen sat down, leaning her long legs to the side, crossing her ankles behind the lips of the chair.

"Ms. Song, your progress is a great blessing. Bartlett began. "Just two months ago, you woke up as an all-rounder!"

"I don't feel my best sir," Gwen replied shyly.

Principal Bartlett smiled.

"If only emotions were responsible for awakening!" he shouted. "Miss Song, I called to congratulate you. And apologize. ”

The headmaster's eyes fixed on the young woman in front of him, and then continued.

"Coach Thomas, tell me about your misfortune. Although he did not awaken in arousal, he released you from pity. ”

Gwen was a little surprised to hear the news.

"However, I believe Instructor Thomas is right......" Gwen replied, not knowing if she could salvage the situation. After all, she is to blame, both for her chaotic incompetence and for the temptation of her instructors to pity her. "When I got home, I tried to do all kinds of experiments. It didn't work out, I'm really a generalist. ”

"Probably," Bartlett cut her off on her behalf. "Still, if it's not a momentary regret, he'll recommend you to join the Non-Magical Stream......"

Yes, that would be catastrophic, Gwen agreed.

"I understand," she replied carefully. "Still, I don't blame Instructor Thomas. ”

"A warning. "You're so good. Bartlett waved into the air. "If we had a soothsayer, maybe it could have been avoided, but alas. ”

Gwen nodded dignifiedly, playing an otherworldly schoolgirl.

"How's your training?" the principal turned to a more insightful topic.

"I only really woke up this morning," Gwen replied honestly. "I don't think I had a chance to test my abilities..."

"Can you manifest?"

"Yes, sir. Gwen hopes she doesn't overuse her luck, and it's always disastrous to fail in her performances right now.

"Would you mind demonstrating that?" Bartlett asked.

Gwen swallowed carefully.

"I'll do my best, sir. ”

The two left their seats and stood in the middle of the spacious office.

Gwen turned her head and summoned Siegel. Having experienced its summoning in the Cognitive Chamber, she could now imagine it perfectly, feeling the mana pass through her astral form, transformed into lightning, and then infused into her pipes.

"Lightning-fast catch!" she chanted, a spell, and was the firehand's cousin, Yue's favorite. She felt an electric current pass through her forearm, and then the finishing energy of her mysterious phenomenon revealed.

With a muffled thud, a circle of blue-white lightning crackled in her hand, creating a sound unique to this element. Ozone filled the air, and static flooded the surrounding space, curling Gwen's hair and Principal Bartlett's beard.

"It's beautiful," exclaimed old Maggs.

"It's hard to control, sir," Gwen admitted, her face starting to sweat. It was her first time, and her spell desperately wanted to be lifted. It felt like arguing with a weasel who was churning and had to take her fingers off.

“!”

Maggs Bartlett drew a confession gesture in the air. A shield glowed silently around the magic. Transfigurers and abandoners can shape their shields, but other mage schools tend to favor semicircular domes.

"Hit my shield," Bartlett invited Gwen. "Let's see how good your affinity works. ”

Gwen had no doubt that the wizard didn't care about her only first-level spell. She reached out and touched the glittering, almost opaque shield.

With a loud "pop" sound, the electricity dissipated, deforming it for a short moment, and then the film returned to its original shape.

"Impressive. It's amazing!" exclaimed Mags Bartlett with joy. "Lightning is the darling of summoning, and it penetrates far more than fire, earth, or water!"

As the spell faded after it was consumed, Gwen regained control of her hand. Her head felt a little drowsy from the effort.

"Your affinity is extraordinary," Bartlett announced after a moment of contemplation. "I can feel the free flow of lightning elementals in your spell. Well done, Miss Song!"

Gwen noticed a strange discoloration of the principal's eyes.

She recognized the phenomenon as detection magic, and there was a photograph of it in her textbook. Divination nails are useful for detecting magical events. At a high level, it can serve as a portable version of cognition. Watching the Headmaster weave between school and magic, Gwen realizes how far she has to go.

Meanwhile, Headmaster Bartlett is wondering what he should do with the newly minted witch, who now has two capable summoners on his hands. He felt, perhaps, that it would be better to report to the tower and asked them to send an outside lecturer.

"Was that your first time?" he turned to Gwen. If it's true, then he should have a double impression.

Gwen felt her face flush from embarrassment and didn't know if she was doing well or badly. Is her behavior unclean or shoddy? Clumsy spells are just as dangerous to herself as they are to others.

"Yes," she admitted.

"I must acknowledge your brilliance, and then admonish your recklessness," said the headmaster in a wise tone. "It's good to be ambitious, Gwen, but to know your limits. ”

Gwen bowed her head, keeping her personality in check.

"I'll raise your logistical allowance to the same level as Miss White and Miss Lindholm," the mage added kindly. "I look forward to your good news for my next exam. ”

"I won't let you down, sir," Gwen replied, her eyes sparkling as she met the headmaster's demanding gaze, turning from humility to boast.

"Good. Dismissed. ”

Gwen closed the door behind her.

Xiao Yue and Elvis Presley met her outside the administration building.

"How?"

Gwen gives her companion a V to sign victory.

"Same as you. She smiled.

The girls chanted in unison in a kind of funky cheer that drew curious glances from juniors and seniors.

Things are finally getting better!, Gwen mused happily. Just two months ago, she was molested, robbed, and about to live a mediocre life without achievement! In two days, she will receive a new LDL, and then her training can begin in earnest!

The girls' practice has become routine.

She and Yue gathered on the lower oval-shaped practice field, illuminating the field with their summoning spells.

The students at the school reluctantly accepted Gwen's new discovery. Although many dismissed their budding admiration, the crowd gathered offered a different opinion whenever Yue and Guan practiced.

As soon as she arrived in the room, Gwen pondered, clutching a piece of LDM shard. In less than a quarter of an hour, she was refueled and ready to play another round.

With more and more crystals in their hands, their training went well. Every day, when the others return to the dorm to study theory, Gwen, Yue, and some talented people can stay until sunset. Repetition means that they build up tolerance to mana drain, increasing their mana pool and mental stamina. Gwen's food has also improved significantly, mainly the quasi-magical beasts that are harvested and delivered to the school cafeteria.

As classes come and go, Gwen's day and night begin to merge. Her practice was often so cumbersome that she lost track of time. She called it "Zone" and felt a strange zen as the condensed mana permeated her body in her LDMs.

The flames of the explosion roared through the fields, creating potholes in the asphalt practice area. Beside the torrent of arcane fire, cobalt's lightning sliced through the ground from the ether.

The crowd gathered here was to observe the "dynamic duo", just as Yue Lai called himself and Gwen. Yue has an affinity for fire4 and an affinity for lightning3. Compared to their first-level peers, they can fire four spells at each other's three spellcasters.

The passing level for participation in field trials is to demonstrate the ability to produce ten successive phenomena and one shield, graded by damage, speed, change and defense.

Strict teachers have to manage students every day. Each time they were exhausted, the students alternated between rest and spell casting, optimizing the spell cycle.

The crowd cheered.

Yue was radiant as usual, sweating and youthful. As a fire mage, her body will slowly adapt to this element, becoming resistant to heat and cold. Similarly, her physique will become less and less suitable for water-based magic and body repair.

"Launch the missile!"

The crowd roared as rockets leaped off Yue's fingers and surrounded a juggling dummy, turning the statue into burning shards.

So elegant! Such a smooth body casting! The crowd applauded.

Satisfied, she turned to observe Gwen, only to see her friend gesturing frantically in the field, like a madwoman throwing an invisible cat.

"Hahaha!" Xiao Yue couldn't help but laugh.

Funny aside, Gwen's bolts are also making dummies at a rapid pace.

For viewers, the distinction between fire and lightning is instructive in itself.

The more the AoE is more impressive, but there is time to travel and is subject to sight.

Gwen's lightning spell emerged from thin air, from above the target, and hit almost instantaneously. This difference in manifestations is why lightning is so dominant in both duels and monster hunts. However, as a trade-off, Gwen's spell is partial and difficult to target.

Gwen wiped herself with a towel and complained to Xiao Yue, "It's much more difficult to shape the space than it seems. ”。 "What do you think of your projectile magic?"

"The line cannon is good," Yue admitted. "But the whole parabolic thing is pretty abstract, and I still need to go through the physics of it in class. ”

After practicing, the two were immediately surrounded by young people, and they liked Yue more than Guo Wen, who was known as the illegitimate daughter of the underworld gangster boss.

"Can I get you a bottle of water?" asked eagerly.

"Two" Yue is shameless.

"All right!" a boy ran away happily.

Gwen winked at Yue with a critical eye.

"Hey," Yue said with a smile. "I only use those who are willing. ”

Gwen shook her head.

"When will Elvis Presley end?"

Elvis wasn't with the girls. The therapists are professionally trained in mundane medical triages as well as miraculous treatments. The school couldn't find a teacher who was willing to teach just one student, so Elvis' family provided their own. In fact, she is now presided over by her uncle, a senior priest.

When the two returned to their dorms, each with a gift of chilled mineral water, they were greeted by a cheerful Elvis Presley.

"Hey. "Xiao Yue glanced at Elvis Presley, have you eaten?"

The blonde girl shook her head.

"That's what I like to hear. Yue smiled greatly, we are going to my house. My mom made dumplings!"

Elvis blinked.

"You know that. "Xiao Yue made a wonton shape with her hands?"

Elvis Presley shook her little golden head.

Xiao Yue tugged at the little girl's shoulders and felt her tense bones creak.

"Okay, man. "She grinned, you're here for a treat!"

Xiao Yue's home is on the outskirts of Forresterville, about 30 minutes from the town of Blackhorn. In Gwen's apartment, which sits in a forest of concrete settlements, Yue's two-bedroom apartment is trapped between two six-story apartments, reminding Gwen of the house.

"We're here!" Yue opened the groaning door. Her father had done his best, but Corrugated Iron had a lot to do.

Elvis stood on the dying grass on the lawn in front of his Yue's house, smelling the stench of heavy industry that permeated the suburbs. Only two blocks away, the houses were replaced by an industrial area full of warehouses. Before the house was built, the Yue family had already enjoyed the sunshine. Now, it lies in the shadows forever.

Even here, the developers are a plague, Gwen observes. It must be a universal constant.

"Bai Yue, welcome home!"

"Good evening, Mrs. White. Gwen bowed.

In a panic, Elvis also bowed quickly, sending out a series of flax threads onto her shoulders.

"Oh......" Xiaoyue's mother made an "O" with her lips, "Who is this?"

"I'm Elvis Lindholm. Elvis curtsked.

Xiaoyue's mother heard it and took a big sip.

"She's a friend of the healer," Yue interjected helpfully, the one I've been telling you. ”

Elvis raised his head with a pair of large blue eyes.

"Great!" the mother-in-law reveled in Elvis Presley's cuteness, and said incessantly!

The girls came in.

Gwen has always envied Yue's home, and this world is still the last.

Although cramped and cramped, it was comfortable to live in. The hallway leading to the living room is filled with lumens photographs, eclectic decoration of the walls. The living room itself was covered with plush carpets, and there was an old fireplace in front of which Mr. Bai had read picture books to a young Gwen and Yue.

In addition to the humble living space, there is also a cramped kitchen-dining combo: this is completely foreign territory for Gwen, whose father almost never cooks, and whose personal cooking skills consist only of ready-to-eat ramen and spam. If Forresterville wasn't the Mecca of street food, Gwen and Percy would have grown up long ago and only knew about toast and vegetables, a cheap but effective quasi-magic compost.

Mrs. White had the girls sit around the table, and a shabby thing accompanied only three seats.

"The food is almost ready. You must be hungry!"

When the mother-in-law suddenly appeared, Gwen and Elvis looked at the mother-in-law in amazement, as if she had multiple sets of limbs, boiling, frying, stirring, stirring, and plating multiple pots on the stove at the same time.

A few minutes later, she returned with a pile of steaming pork and cabbage.

"I'm made of wild pork," Mama Yue said proudly, this is a rare treat!

Xiao Yue mixes dipping sauce for her two friends, while Elvis Presley struggles with chopsticks.

"It's like this—" Gwen demonstrated with one hand that the index and middle fingers should be pressed against the moving stick, while the fixed stick rested against the phalange. ”

Elvis quickly understood.

"Mom, are you eating?" asked Xiaoyue to her mother.

"Go ahead," Mama Yue smiled sweetly, I will wait for your father. He likes fresh. ”

Anxious and curious, Elvis Presley carefully picked up a dumpling, dipped it in the sauce prepared by Yue, and put it in his mouth.

“!!!“

Her ocean-blue orb grew larger.

Pain, pleasure, piping hot broth, spicy and delicious immediately touched her tongue.

"Eve!" Gwen gasped and said that it was hot! There was soup in it! Oh my God, Yue, didn't you tell her?"

Xiao Yue stuffed a piping hot dumpling into her mouth.

"It was good for me. ”

"You're a Level 4 Flame Mage!" Gwen scolded her friend for not having heat tolerance!"

"Oh?" Xiao Yue touched her lips. Looking at Elvis, she realized that her friend was really in pain. "Damn, I'm sorry Eve. I'll bring you some water. ”

Hearing the commotion, the mother-in-law came back with a glass of cold water.

Elvis Presley waved the cup away.

"Hey, toot!," she announced, backing down as she chanted the priest's ditty in a spell. "Oh God ... OMG. ”

"Are you alright?" asked Gwen worriedly. The mother-in-law sat on the bench shivering, not knowing whether to apologize or disappear.

"It's delicious!" Elvis Presley was so pleased that they were all surprised. "Thank you, ma'am. ”

"Oh... I'm not, ma'am... Haha......" The mother-in-law squirmed.

Yue's expression became gloomy. She thought Elvis would leave, or at least reprimand her.

Gwen caught the glint in Elvis' eyes and marveled at the girl's emotional intelligence. Few people can overcome their suffering, especially when they are plagued by the ignorance of others. Gwen was happy to be right, Elvis Presley was a rare man! She was an angel who cultivated both inside and out.

"It's delicious, isn't it?!" Gwen joined. "Take it apart first and let the steam and soup come out. ”

"Great," Elvis said to his mother-in-law with a smile. The poor woman had been sweating all the time, and that's when the doctor grabbed her mouth. As a pseudonym, she has a natural fear of mages that is difficult to eliminate even after ten years in Sydney.

"I have other flavors!" Mrs. Bai said happily, "Wait a minute, I have wild leek shrimp dumplings!"

"My favorite!" Gwen welcomed the prospect of the leek dumplings, even though there was no fart in its room.

Xiao Yue held up a glass of water.

Gwen meets her halfway through.

Elvis presley fumbled for a drink.

"Give the dumplings!"

"Mrs. Jingbai!"

"To us!".

"Cheers!"

The asymmetrical glass clangs, accompanied by the clatter of chopsticks, the hiss of steam, and the laughter of women.