The sun sets over the western mountains, and the sun shines at dusk.

In San Fidino, on top of the bell tower, a giant winged bat is rotating in a circle around the tower.

At the top of the tower, there are seven people of different shapes, standing or sitting, and the looming spiritual coercion scatters out.

A white-haired old man with a skull staff in his hand pointed at the bat and said angrily, "Coverdale!

"Why? Nelson, you Great Mentor of the Tomb Swamp, are so impatient. ”

Coverdale leaned against the railing, looked down at the plaza below, and said nonchalantly.

Nelson's face was full of rage, and he slammed his staff on the ground, and the magic on his body fluctuated, as if he couldn't help but strike.

"Okay, okay, I'll call it a little better. Seeing this, Coverdale waved his hand, and the spiritual power in the sea was emanated, ordering the bat to go away.

If Nelson is really, he will have to eat bat meat.

"You two, be quiet for me!"

The purple-robed old woman who was sitting cross-legged on the side suddenly opened her eyes and said slowly: "The war mediation is over, and His Majesty Visagi is rushing here. ”

Everyone's faces changed, they stopped chatting, and they all looked at the purple-robed old woman.

The purple-robed old woman is the leader of the team - Melissa "Splitter", a terrifying existence at the peak of the first level, although it is not as powerful as the cold capital of Visaji, but it is far more powerful than others.

In a world where power reigns, Melissa's words are commands.

Coverdale tilted his head and asked Melissa, "The Ottomans are prepared, will they be willing to give up the meat that has already been handed to their mouths?"

"Truly, awrely. ”

A man shrouded in a hood smiled strangely and said with disdain: "In the entire continent, who dares to go against the will of the alliance, let alone His Majesty Visagi himself, unless the royal family of the Ottoman Empire does not want to live." ”

"With that said, our mission is accomplished, and we finally don't have to waste any more time. Coverdale smiled, bouncing off the railing.

As great official wizards, they came to escort mortals who were not even apprentices, and they naturally had complaints in their hearts, but this was a hard rule of the Wizards Alliance, and they had to come.

The purple-robed old woman looked around and instructed lightly: "Go and let the students who have passed the test prepare and prepare to set off." ”

"Yes. ”

In an instant, the crowd disappeared from the top of the tower.

......

"Hmm... How long have I been asleep?"

Kevin lazily stretched out and got up from the couch. After Alyssa left, he simply slept quietly in his room.

When the door was opened, the feast seemed to be over, and there was not a single child in sight, only a few servants tidying up the table and the floor.

"Ahh You. ”

A maid saw Kevin coming out of the room, trotting over with her skirt in her hand, panting and saying, "You... Didn't you hear the call to assemble?"

"I'm sorry, I just slept in my room and didn't hear anything. Kevin smiled and picked up the maid and said gently, "Are you all going down to gather?"

The maid hurriedly took a step back, like a frightened bunny, and she whispered, "Yes, the location is in the central square, you can hurry up"

Kevin shrugged and turned to walk down the hallway outside the ballroom. Walk up the spiral staircase to the downstairs.

In the huge square, the crowd disappeared, and only a few hundred people remained, which seemed empty. More than 40,000 children who did not have the physique of a wizard have been sent home.

Among the people who passed the test, there were two distinct groups, one group of about 30 people, most of them were young and gorgeously dressed, and they were aristocratic children in the banquet hall.

The other group consisted of more than 300 people, with uneven personnel structures, ranging from children to middle-aged people, wearing linen robes, and the children of civilians who had just passed the test.

Kevin made a slight distinction and walked straight towards the aristocratic circle.

"It's almost night, what are you calling us to gather for?"

"It's like, I've danced two dances, and I haven't eaten yet. ”

"yes, I've been standing for two hours. ”

As soon as I walked in, I heard the children talking in private, and it seemed that the children did not know why.

At this moment, the wizard apprentices put away the tent that the Variety Seed had turned into, and one of the leading apprentices walked over.

It was a middle-aged man in a wizard's robe, with a black blindfold on his left eye, a long scar near his eye socket, and a cold aura exuding from his body, giving people an uncomfortable feeling.

"My name is Powell!" he glanced at the students who had divided into two circles, and a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, "All stand together, and today I will teach you the first lesson of wizards." ”

Powell's voice was unusually loud and deafening, and it seemed to spread the volume with mental power.

"Listen! The wizarding world only believes in absolute power, and the so-called aristocratic status is all bullshit! In my eyes, you are all a little ant that can be stepped on at any time. ”

Powell scanned the crowd and saw an aristocratic child with a clenched little fist and an angry face.

"Smack. ”

Before the boy could react, he was slapped in the face, and he only felt a tingling pain in his cheeks, his cheeks were red and swollen, and a few teeth inside were broken.

"I've killed a lot of nobles like you, but no nobleman will turn against a wizard because of this. For them, the death of a child is nothing more than a new one. ”

There was a ruthlessness in Powell's words, and he quickly frightened the children, gathered in a hurry, and lined up.

Kevin frowned slightly, Powell's personality is really a bit bad, and he likes to bully the weak.

At first glance, his words sound reasonable, but they are actually nonsense. Killing an ordinary noble child may be nothing, but killing a child with a wizard physique, which nobleman will not fight with him?

The point is that the object of Powell's demonstration was carefully selected by him, and the child only wore the baron's badge on his chest, so he had no fear.

Kevin shook his head, not interested in making a bird, and quietly blended into the crowd.

Powell looked at these future wizard apprentices, who were now tamed by him like chicks, their legs trembling slightly, and there was a morbid satisfaction in his heart.

He clapped his hands, and a group of guards in cotton clothes poured up around him, distributing them to each of the preparatory colleges.

"Put on your cotton clothes and don't talk!"

Kevin took the cotton coat from the guard's hand, pinched it a few times, and found that it was full of soft cotton, with some confusion on his face.

The climate of the Kingdom of Turin is similar to that of the temperate zone, and there is no need for such thick cotton clothes in winter, and it is only spring.