"Wait!"

The white apostle's voice was not loud, and the coldness of his words broke the joy of a reunion similar to that of a long-lost reunion between the children. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With a wave of her hand, she dissipated the surveillance magic that was floating in the air, hidden in the sun's rays.

"After the deliberation of the head of the Department of Magic at the War College and the Cardinal of the Templar Tempest of the Gods, Arthur Haber must obey the corresponding conditions before he can enter the War College. ”

When the white-clothed apostle said this, there was no longer the feeling of charm in his voice, only coldness and resentment for no reason.

When the children heard this, they were all surprised and excited to discuss.

"Magic?!"

"Magic?!What's the matter with the head of the magic department?"

"Arthur still has the potential to be a magician?!"

"There's going to be a magician in the village of Habsha?!or Arthur?!"

The children encountered too many unexpected things in the same day, and the impact of the word magic was too great for the ordinary and simple people of Habsha Village, which made the children completely ignore the second half of the words of the apostle in white.

"After complying with the conditions?" Kyle and the rest of the tryout team frowned.

"Lord White Apostle, are you serious?Arthur has completely surpassed the average level in every test he has experienced, and we believe that Arthur must have obtained the qualifications to enter the War College. ”

Kyle bowed, and asked the white apostle tentatively in a rare way with standard aristocratic etiquette.

And the shiny silver mask of the white-clothed apostle still looked at Arthur, without even a hint of deflection, and the cold voice came out again.

"The gods are above, and the words of the white apostle are not false, but Baron Kyle Jones is questioning the will of the gods?"

When Kyle heard this, his face changed completely, and there was an air of unmisbelief in the threatening words of the white apostle.

"Naturally, I won't question the will of the gods, but I'll definitely confirm this with the head of the magic department when I return to the academy. Kyle said, straightening his back.

"Baron Jones, you seem to have a second round of testing to do, Arthur Haber, come with me. The White Apostle didn't look at Kyle, turned around, walked straight to an uninhabited house, and said to Arthur.

Arthur, who had just returned to reality from the midst of great joy and sorrow, encountered the unquestionable request of the apostle in white. His mind was full of questions now, and his left hand gripped his right arm tightly, stroking the dark blue mark that had disappeared, and his heart gradually cooled as he recalled his father's description of the holy water.

Could it be that the Apostle in White had already seen that he had not drunk the holy water?

No, no, if the apostle in white saw it, he would have said it directly, so what is the reason for this?

Could it be the dark blue mark on my right arm? Could it be that they are related to my biological parents?

Arthur's mind spun around in a mess, popping up possible causes one after another, and denying himself one after another.

"Arthur Haber, if you give up on entering the War College, you can disobey my orders. ”

The cold voice peeked out of the hut, urging Arthur.

Everyone watched Arthur raise his feet and walk towards the hut, with a dilemma in their hearts, but in the face of the orders of the white apostles, the orders of the Holy See of the gods, there was nothing anyone could do.

Garcia walked up to Kyle and asked in a low voice, "Baron Jones, can we just watch like this?" ”

Kyle looked at Arthur's thin back shaking visibly weakly after the physical exhaustion, shook his head, and said, "Now, at least for now, I'm afraid the only thing we can do is to believe that Arthur can pass this level." ”

Kyle turned around and shouted at the children, "All right, boys, we have something to do! Stand up! Arthur passes, it's your turn! Don't lose to that stinky boy in the house!"

As Arthur stepped into the hut, the door slammed shut.

Then, all outside sounds were gone, roughly completely cut off by the magic of the White Apostle.

The windows in the house are actually very small, and very little sunlight comes in.

Magical flames were already floating in the four corners of the room, so it didn't look dim.

"Arthur Haber, come here, sit here. ”

The white apostle's cold voice was unmistakable, and Arthur sat down across from the white apostle, just across a table, and the atmosphere made Arthur feel like an interrogator.

"My name is Heather, and I don't need a surname, I lost it when I became an apostle in white, and as a servant of the gods, I should serve them with my whole body. The voice of the white apostle was still cold.

"Arthur, you may not know that you are now a junior magic apprentice. ”

Sure enough, it's about magic and holy water!

Arthur's hands were tightly twisted under the table, and the dark blue mark in the shape of a staff was undoubtedly the most obvious sign of a magician, but from the moment Arthur Simon and his son saw it, there was a question in their minds.

The reason for becoming a magician may just be the magic water poured on Arthur's arm, although the process is full of incomprehensible painful struggles, but the most important question is, does Arthur also become a magician who can never resist the gods, a puppet of the gods, a toy?

Arthur knew that the next words of the Apostle in White would reveal the answer to this question, and he was very nervous, but his face was pretended to be surprised.

"Magic?magic apprentice?I'm a magic apprentice?!"

Heather's sharp eyes from behind her silver mask looked Arthur up and down, let out a cold snort in her nose, and she stood up.

Suddenly, the magical flames that had been burning quietly around exploded!

The sparks revolved around the white-clothed apostle, slowly turning into a blue fire dragon, but with Heather's icy gaze, he exhaled cold air and pressed towards Arthur.

Arthur trembled, every inch of his skin seemed to be crushed, and the weight of Heather's magical aura alone was too much for Arthur to bear.

Every bone wails from the inside out, as if it is about to break.

This woman was going to kill him! Arthur had never seen magic before, but the killing intent in that magic was already very obvious!

Just when Arthur was unable to support it, a faint blue light suddenly lit up on his trembling right arm, which could not be exposed by the green tendons under the table.

The navy mark lit up again!

A stream of heat erupted from Arthur's right arm, instantly traveled all over his body, and then erupted along every pore!

An invisible impact dispersed, slamming into the blue fire dragon, which retreated with a single touch, leaving only specks of light floating in the air.

At the moment when the magic fire dragon dispersed, Arthur suddenly screamed in pain, as if he had been bitten by something on the back of his neck, but he felt nothing.

"This is a testament to the power of magic, which automatically responds to the interference of outside magical forces to protect itself. As if he hadn't seen Arthur's pain, Heather's cold words came again.

Sweating profusely and seemingly more tired than all the tests had just taken together, Arthur lay on the table, looking at Heather feebly.

"The gods have bestowed upon you the power of a magician, and it is not surprising that this god is scarce. ”

"But the question is, Arthur, you have accepted gifts from the gods, but why do I not see any devotion to the gods in your magical powers? ”

Heather leaned down, stared fiercely into Arthur's eyes, and said slowly.

"Instead, there is a stench of heresy. ”

Arthur could hear that the magic holy water was indeed channeling his own magician power, but he did not put the shackles of the gods on him, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard an even deeper accusation, heresy.

Arthur's throat floated up and down, and without saying a word, he looked straight at Heather.

Heather turned violently, and the sound of hunting in her clothes swept across Arthur's face.

"The first thing you do on the day you arrive in the Holy City of Pest is not to report to the War College, but to go to the Templar of Pest and see the Cardinal, and it's up to her to decide. ”

"This is a condition that the two adults have discussed, and you have no room to refute it. ”

With a wave of Heather's white sleeves, the door opened.

"We'll meet again, Arthur. Now, get out. Heather said coldly.

Arthur looked at Heather's back, silent, stood up on the table, and moved towards the door step by step, just as he was about to cross the threshold, the voice that had become eerie sounded again.

"Remember, Arthur, Pace Holy City, Cardinal. ”

Arthur shuddered and hurried out of the room, while Heather behind him clenched his fists and his nails dug deep into his flesh.

The children and the members of the selection team are no longer there, and it seems that they have changed venues to continue the second round of selection. Arthur was not in the mood to laugh at all, and hurried back home.

The day of the selection is destined to be a mixture of joy and sorrow, and the selected children celebrate with their families, just the subsidy of the war college can bring a lot of help to the family, not to mention the future development after graduation.

The children who weren't selected weren't overly sad, most of them actually made it to the Hunters, and in a few years they could really make their own contribution to this small village in the desert.

Arthur and Garcia finally got together again for a feast after many years, needless to say, the sand lizard leg meat was a common practice for Arthur, and for Garcia, it was a rare treasure.

Arthur's home has not had such a lively atmosphere for a long time, and for Arthur, although the painful memories of these years are unforgettable, the hearty smile after many years has gradually returned to his face.

The village of Habsha is not a place where people are accustomed to sadness, and the people who are about to leave in three days laugh and rejoice in their homes, and spend all the remaining time trying to reunite and celebrate.

The children, who were carried away by the breath of joy, no one thought that they were standing at the node of history, and they were rushing towards an inevitable disaster at full speed.

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Three days later.

The selected children stood neatly in front of Kyle, Olsen, and Green, who smiled and said hello to Arthur, and they returned to the academy to welcome the new semester, which was also a guardian of these future hopes.

Wilson was not a member of the War College, but was hired to join the selection team, and of course, he lived with his young son, whom he hadn't seen for years, and when the boys left, Wilson had already returned to the Duchy of the Desert.

The white-clothed apostle Heather naturally will not be a person in the War Academy, but since the night of the miracle, the power of the Holy See of the gods has skyrocketed, and he always has to intervene in everything, so since the night of the miracle, there is always a place reserved for the gods in the new student selection team of the War Academy.

Heather hadn't seen her since the conversation with Arthur ended, and of course, after what happened to Arthur, perhaps no one wanted to see her except for the villagers who had only seen her once, who kept talking about her seductive eyes.

The journey to the War College was a long one, requiring you to travel all the way from the village of Habshah to the Desert Dukedom, meet up with the other students waiting there, and then head north through the territories of three of the Thirteen Grand Dukes before reaching the Holy City of Pest, where the outskirts of the war college are located.

Although most of the people on the journey are children, they are also the elite after selection, and it can be regarded as a training before entering school.

Faced with an uncertain journey, a completely unfamiliar country, the children are not afraid of tigers when they are newborns, and they have no fear at all, but are eager to try and discuss excitedly.

Arthur looked at the children around him, and these young-faced teenagers would be his companions on this journey.

And there are not many selected, there are only four Terrans, Arthur, Garcia, Drake, and Asrae who is in the Hunters team as before.

And there are only two dwarves, one is needless to say, a dwarf who has been nagging, the copper hammer.

The other name was just as strange, the furnace, which didn't look as strong as the brass hammer, but was taller, the tallest of the dwarves.

Drake poked the furnace, "Hey, Brother Furnace, why are you dwarves so named... Mighty?"

"I'll come, I'll tell!" replied the hammer, leaping up with his arms raised before the furnace could speak.

"We dwarves, we don't have our own official names until we reach adulthood, and when we are nineteen years old, after a particularly troublesome ceremony, oh, the elders make a gesture in your face, and then the great elder of the village, who is no longer old, is said to be over five hundred years old, and his grandchildren are all dead, and he will be able to flip through the sacred scriptures of the clan and point out a few words. The brass hammer gestured in the air imitating the gestures of the elders.

"Hey, what are you talking about, how can you say that, Great Elder!" the furnace was tall, and he slammed his fist hard into the helmet of the copper hammer.

The brass hammer screamed, touched the bag on his head, and found a reason to mess around, and at once he threw down the stove and scuffled on the ground.

"Oops! Bronze hammer, you dare to pull my beard! I will fight with you!"

"I didn't mean it, don't come to the real thing! Kill! Kill!"

The two dwarfs chased around several Terran teenagers on their short legs, which was very funny, and made Arthur and the others laugh.

"Boys, don't make a fuss! your camels are coming! Whoever makes any more trouble let him run and keep up!" Kyle shouted loudly, as if remembering the awkward race with Arthur, and added, "If it's Arthur, run upside down!"

The children burst out laughing.

A smile appeared on Arthur's lips, stroking the box his father had stuffed in his backpack, and watching a few camels raise the yellow sand and walk towards them.

Arthur knew that the traces of his biological parents, the journey of his father, the inscription on his right arm, and the secrets of the entire continent would slowly reveal the veil of secrecy to him from this moment on.