The first thing to recover is hearing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At first, all that came to my ears was a faint whisper, and then the incomprehensible whispers gradually amplified in volume, and finally slowly turned into a boiling noisy voice.

Then there is the sense of touch, the uncomfortable rough touch coming from the neck, and the hands seem to be tightly bound in front of the body by the same feeling, which is ...... Hemp rope?

But the vision seems to be deprived, and there is still the same darkness in front of you, only a faint light from above, which is ...... Hoods?

Who am I, where am I?, Xia Yuan thought hard.

Suddenly, a loud voice suddenly sounded: "Be quiet, it's time!"

The noise gradually quieted down, and Luca's eyes suddenly lit up, and the heavy hood on his head was pulled down, and the voice continued to say loudly:

"Prisoner: Luca Lester, also known as Luca the Crimson Shadow, is twenty-two years old, and his place of birth is unknown. Charges: piracy, murder, robbery, after the collegial deliberation of the Red Shield Fort court, sentenced to death by hanging, now executed!"

"Wait for ......" Xia Yuan's feet were empty, the noose around his neck suddenly tightened, and the words behind him were completely cut off in the air.

The moment the body was suspended in the air, the chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear, and the fragments of memory converged into a river like a trickle.

Xia Yuan finally awakened his shattered memories.

Just over two hours ago, he was a good young man who was full of longing for tomorrow, opening an online flower shop with a bad business, riding an electric car through the streets and alleys, transporting bunches of admiration and jealousy to beautiful or mediocre-looking girls until he took the order.

It was an order that looked ordinary, so that Xia Yuan walked into an old two-story building with a bouquet of twelve white tulips, and the moment he stepped into the black doorway, everything that was once familiar spun away from him, and there was no room for negotiation, he crossed.

Xia Yuan in the crossing fell asleep, like a newborn baby.

Until......

"Don't sleep!" someone kicked him.

Xia Yuan opened his eyes, and an old face appeared in front of him, and his sparse beard grew tenaciously from the wrinkles, like dry weeds in cracked land.

"Ahh

Then, a wooden stick slammed down head-on, and his skull thumped.

"Dare to be lazy in the plastic energy class! The current trainees are becoming more and more disagreeable!" the Pleated Monster pounded the floor with the bottom of the wooden stick, and said indignantly, turning and walking back to the podium.

Xia Yuan sat up in the chair, rubbed his eyes and saw the situation around him clearly.

The creature on the podium was dressed in a dirty gray robe, and the wooden stick he held in his hand was more than a meter long, with a purple crystal inlaid at the top.

There are more than a dozen sets of desks and chairs neatly placed around, with an old style, and behind each desk sits a student, both male and female, fat and thin, all wearing the same style of red robes. Books and wands were placed on the table, and unlike the long wands of the Pleats, the students used small wands less than thirty centimeters long.

Looking at himself again, he was dressed like everyone else, with a name tag pinned to his chest, and the text on it was not Chinese, nor was it any text that Xia Yuan had ever seen, but he understood it without any obstacles:

"Luca Lester, First Order Trainee Mage. ”

I've played a lot of games, so I'm naturally no stranger to magic, and I've read a lot of novels, and I've woken up to the situation of crossing over for the first time.

The names of countless archmages poured into Xia Yuan's mind, it was simply a standard start through the protagonist, and he suddenly felt that he was about to laugh at the magic academy and become the strongest mage in history......

"Luka, Luka, Professor is glaring at you!" A fat man at the next table whispered and pushed him.

"Oh yes, I'm in a magic class. Xia Yuan quickly put away the smile on his face.

The pleated monster on the podium cleared his throat and continued to lecture: "Low-level fire magic: miniature fireballs, spells are on page 236 of "Introduction to Plastic Energy Magic", give you five minutes, give me a good memorization!"

The textbook was on the table, next to the wand. Xia Yuan opened the book, the spell was a little tongue-twisting, but it was not difficult to memorize, and it looked a little familiar, as if he was born to be a mage.

"It's time!" Five minutes later, the voice of the pleated monster sounded again, "Now, one by one, let's practice on the stage!"

At the top of the line, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, stepped up to the podium, held her wand in her right hand, and made a strange gesture in her left hand and pronounced a spell.

A fist-sized fireball appeared out of thin air about half a meter in front of her, emitting a burst of dazzling red light, and then burst open with a snap.

The pleats twisted his beard and nodded: "The spell is very fluent, and the gestures are very precise. Very good, a good start for everyone. ”

The girl returned to her seat laughing to the applause of the crowd, and the second student stepped up.

Xia Yuan panicked in his heart: Why do you still have to make gestures? It is too far away from the podium to see clearly.

He poked the little fat next to him with his finger and asked in a low voice, "How do you do that gesture?"

"Ahh

I wanted to ask again, but it was Chubby's turn to demonstrate.

Xia Yuan lowered his head and thought about it carefully, only a blank in his mind. He roared secretly in his heart: I have crossed the memory that I didn't give to the original owner, this is too tricky, right?

"Five, Mr. Lester!" cried the wrinkle monster on the podium.

"Mr. Lester!" the pleated monster raised his voice, and Xia Yuan realized that his current name was Luca Lester, and quickly stood up, grabbed his wand and walked to the podium. He recalled Chubby's demonstration, gestured to the cat and the tiger, and recited the incantation.

Everyone looked at the space in front of him.

......

Five seconds passed......

Ten seconds passed, and nothing happened......

Twenty seconds passed, and the crystal staff slammed into Xia Yuan's head with another thud.

"What kind of gesture are you, do you want to learn the third-order time-delay spell?" the pleated monster looked angry, "Get out of the way and tidy up the library after class!"

Stepping off the podium, Xia Yuan, oh no, Luca Lester (who had pronounced the new name dozens of times himself, memorized it by heart) sat down in his chair dejectedly.

Caught in the killer gaze of the Pleats until the end of class, Lukka was thrown into the library by him in his robe.

The huge bookshelves are three stories high, and the ladder next to them is covered in dust.

"Arrange all the books on this shelf in alphabetical order!" said the Pleat, turning to leave, the heavy oak door slamming behind him.

"Sneeze!" choked on the flying dust, Lukka looked up at the book-made behemoth.

"No way, let's start from the top......" he muttered to himself, moving over the ladder and climbing up, fortunately he was not afraid of heights.

There weren't many books on the top floor, and Luca stood on the ladder, dusting them off one by one, and arranging them one by one.

"Alright, the last one. Wait, how can there be any more here?" On top of the bookshelf, near the wall, there was an old book. The book was rather heavy, looking more than a thousand pages, wrapped in an old cowhide cover, and had been sleeping on top of dusty bookshelves for an unknown amount of time.

Lukka reached out, barely reaching for a corner of the book. He used his fingers to move the book in his direction, and it seemed that he would be able to reach it immediately.

Suddenly......

"Woo-ah-ah-ah!!!!"

With a shrill roar, the book suddenly jumped half a meter high, and the pages opened like the maws of a beast and bit at Luca's fingers.

Lukka was startled, and quickly withdrew his hand, his sharp teeth grazing his fingers between the pages. Before he could catch his breath, the strange book opened its mouth again and bit at his arm.

He hid back, but forgot that he was on top of a ladder more than ten meters high.

So Lukka used his own body to test the theory of free fall: in the absence of external forces, the book and the mage fell at the same speed.

Then, the external forces came.

The heavy book swooped down and smashed directly on top of his head, where the wand had been struck several times by the wand of the Pleat.

Lukka didn't feel the pain of falling from a height, he just went black again.

Through this matter, once born and twice cooked, although he missed the opportunity to be called the Great Magician made him a little regretful, but maybe this time the start is better?

As it turned out, he was somewhat whimsical in his optimism.

This time, it was directly pierced to the gallows!