After handing Lear four magic scrolls with spells written on them and explaining to him in detail the mysteries and the trajectory of the magic, Aryrael also tells him something else.

That is, if Lear agrees to enter the battlefield as a magic apprentice, then in order to give them some experience and self-preservation, the academy will hold a big tournament in a month.

Different from the past, this competition is not a one-on-one competition, but by the combination of two branches, students form their own team, the number of teams is capped at ten people, but not too much, the specific discussion and decision by the students themselves, the final winning team if it is a warrior will be provided by the academy for free tailor-made weapons and armor, mages will get some precious mana recovery potions, and even if they perform well, they may get some kind of treasure.

This may have made Lear very depressed.

If you give it, you won't give it, if you don't give it, what the hell might it be, it's obviously just a drill and you still want to engage in this kind of moth, and hit people's enthusiasm, isn't it?

So there's still a month left to master the magic.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the war will really come so quickly, and according to Aliriel, if the war does not come as scheduled after Lear is promoted to a first-level magician, then he will have the right to choose again.

Anyway, the young master wouldn't spit it out anyway when he ate something in his mouth, and besides, Lear didn't have any optimism about pinning his hopes on the kindness of the enemy.

Come on war, let me see your cruelty and ruthlessness.

But it seems that there is something more important now.

So after Lear put away the magic scroll, he walked out of the magic laboratory step by step, and walked towards the direction of the Sword Fighting Academy.

"Hey, Master Lear, I'm here!"

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the laboratory building, Lear heard the voice that gave him more and more headaches.

Ever since Mr. Valenque had been promoted from a second-level magic apprentice to a fifth-level magic apprentice with a little bit of Lear's push, he had been stuck to Lear like a dogskin plaster.

"Eh, I said Master Lear, the teacher seems to have made a new breakthrough in the study of weakness and powerlessness, I followed the method you taught me last time, and the casting speed and success rate of the spell have really increased a lot, do you say I want to steal the teacher's magic notes again, and we will study and study it carefully together?"

"Shut up!"

Lear was really speechless about this idiot young master, he actually discussed with himself how to steal old Cuthbert's magic notes in broad daylight, what would he think if someone else heard it?

Even if you want to steal, you can find a hidden corner and say it.

And Lear also admires the talent of this Mr. Valenke, last time he took advantage of Cuthbert's drunken kung fu to 'borrow' the old man's magic notes, after a combination of theory and practice research, even Lear has completely mastered this spell, our lovely young master Valenke's spell casting success rate is still only pitiful less than fifty percent.

For this reason, Valenque insisted that it was because the weakness and weakness that Lear had cast on him had interfered with the functioning of his brain, and that it had nothing to do with his own talents.

Lear didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.

"Master Lear, where are we going now?"

"Sword Fighting Academy!"

"Okay!"

Then, under the sun, the two teenagers walked towards the sword fighting courtyard with a high spirit, and a fox and a tiger.

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A spear stopped in front of Lear.

"Stop coming, please explain the purpose of coming. ”

Unlike the loose magic academy, even if it is within the walls of the magic court of Palofodi, the Sword Fighting Academy implements a fully military management, except for some daily tasks that require formalities to enter and exit, the students who live in it are actually no different from soldiers.

So Lear hasn't seen Mrak for a long time.

Of course, the Guina is longer.

"Hello, I'm Lear from the Spell Academy, this is Valenque Pol, and we're here to find Mr. Mrak. ”

After handing out his magic apprentice certificate, Lear waited in place with a smile, even if he was a famous genius in the Magic Academy, he was not qualified to enter the Sword Fighting Academy at will, so he waited at the door every time, and then Mrak would naturally run out after knowing it.

"It's little brother Lear, your name is often heard even in our Sword Fighting Academy, please wait a moment, I'll go and inform Mrak. ”

After handing back Lear's papers, the guard on the left strode in and called for someone, while the guard on the right began to look ahead after showing a gentle smile to Lear, which reminded him of the soldiers on the sentry post in his previous life, all of them were straight in the wind, rain and sun.

It didn't take long for the guards who had gone to pass the message back to the sentry post, and there was a figure hanging not far behind him, just by looking at the size of Lear, he could tell that it was Mrak, but what made him strange was that the other party didn't seem to be very willing to come.

"Hey, fat man, what are you doing, didn't you see that the sun was so big that we were waiting for you?"

After many contacts, Bol and Mlak are relatively familiar with each other, and they have also been drunk and enmity on a night when the moon is high, and he is not very polite when he sees each other grinding.

"Beaten?"

When Lear got closer, he finally saw that there were several serious bruises on Mrak's face, which had been lowered, just looking at this, there were more parts of his body covered by clothes?

"who's doing it, say his name and I'll go back and call someone to clean him up!"

Valenke jumped up first, ignoring the white eyes of the guards next to him, if he still has any merits, it is undoubtedly an unreasonable protection, as long as it is a person in the circle he identifies, if he is bullied, he will play with the other party, for example, last time because someone said a bad word about Lear behind his back, he gathered more than a dozen gentlemen to beat the guy who was ranked tenth on the list for half a month, and was also locked up by Mr. Cuthbert for a week.

But after coming out, he still didn't have a proper shape, as if nothing had happened.

Lear interrupted Valenk's shouting with a wave of his hand, he didn't want to attract too much attention at the door of the Sword Fighting Academy, and Mlak certainly didn't want to be watched.

"Did you call back?"

Mrak shook his head.

"Well, it's okay, there's a chance now, you and I will be on the team in the academy competition next month, and no matter who the other party is, just beat you to death." ”

Mrak nodded, his eyes, which were slightly smaller because of his chubby, had a glittering watery glow.

"Also, you talk to Guina, and my team is always ready to welcome her if she's interested. ”

"Good. ”

"Then we're leaving. ”

After saying that, Lear didn't hesitate for half a minute and turned around and left, leaving Valenk still in the same place, so he looked confused.

But Mrak clearly saw Lear's clenched fists hanging at his side as he turned to leave, and he also understood that Lear didn't say anything to take care of his dignity.

This is trust between men and does not require any superfluous words.

Thank you for all that you have done for me now, and I am willing to repay it with my life and glory in the future if I have the opportunity.

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