Roger glanced at Brandt, "Don't waste time, hurry up, 'Skinny' Brandt." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Brandt shrugged his shoulders and said noncommittally to Roger's name, and after rummaging through his clothes for a while, he pulled out a small key. He swayed to the side of a bookshelf and put the key in the keyhole on the shelf. There was a "click" sound, and a gap slowly cracked in the ground next to the square table, through which only a few stairs could be seen from everyone's perspective.

Brant beckoned to Lin Ye and the others, "Come over quickly, if you slow down, Lord Dean will want you to look good." ”

Brandt's words couldn't make Roger's expression change in any way, but 'Ice Flame' wouldn't show the slightest warmth. Roger turned away without saying another word. Brant's body occupied most of the stairs, but he walked surprisingly quickly, and his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, and everyone did not dare to delay, and walked down the stairs in line.

The long staircase winds its way down, unlike the fingers at the entrance, and as they walk down the wall step by step, the darkness in front of them breaks through a wisp of dusk, and soon the dim fades and brightens, and everything around them becomes clear. The slightly cracked gray-white stone walls and the stairs with broken lines were as full of vicissitudes as the library, and the prototype jewel lamp clinged to the gray-white, quietly shining with its own brilliance, soft and devoid of warmth.

Lin Ye and Amy didn't have any communication, and the two of them each thought about some questions. The same is true of the others, who all have thoughts in their hearts, and all kinds of thoughts come one after another, and they are all messed up and lingering.

Lin Ye wrapped his right arm around his chest, his left arm propped up on his right arm, and his fingers pinched his chin, reminiscing about the competition with Harry last night. The enchantment he had used with the evil god Asolus was impossible in reality unless he could find the long-lost magic, but was it possible? Harry's enchantment had undoubtedly broken his desperate situation and allowed him to see a glimmer of light in the darkness. Using an enchantment that is of little use or impossible to control in the eyes of others, wielding incredible power has unconsciously become a pursuit of Lin Ye. Such a thing may be difficult to grasp, but Lin Ye will not be afraid to retreat. He couldn't ask for something challenging, not to mention that there was nothing in the world that could be reaped without sweating.

"Do you know why Headmaster Roger is middle-aged but doesn't have a wife? You must be curious, how can he not have a wife when he is the only magician in the Ion Continent? According to common sense, many people will scold him, and this is indeed the case. Some people want to send their daughters to his bed directly, and there are also those who want their daughters to be his maids, but our Principal Roger refuses them all, and offends many people for this. Some say that he was devoted to the study of magic and dedicated his life to the revival of it, disdaining to waste time on the affairs of men and women, while others say that he had no interest in women. Hehe, actually, I think he has some ulterior problems, that's why he is like this, so that he rejects people thousands of miles away with a dead fish face all day long!"

"Hey, you know what? Headmaster Roger has only taken in one apprentice so far, and it's hard to see if that person can't learn magic!"

"Well, I admit that I still admire Principal Roger, he once single-handedly destroyed the undead team led by three Souls and became famous, and then he sang all the way to create a variety of high-level fire magic and advanced magicians, and since then he has established an indelible influence in the history of Ion!"

Along the way, Brant chattered and constantly gossiped about Roger, mostly mocking, and only a few compliments. However, it can be seen that his praise for Roger is sincere, and the ridicule is most dissatisfied with Roger's transfer to an "easy" job.

He didn't care whether everyone was listening to him or not, and kept talking to himself, not even knowing that his throat was becoming dry. The narrow passage, originally filled with silence and anguish, was filled with his voice, and the quiet and terrifying atmosphere was broken, and some people were pulled out of their chaotic thoughts by his voice, and their hearts crumpled like paper were soothed a lot.

Brant's endless voice came to an abrupt end, and one of the men walking behind Brant nearly crashed into him, and the man behind him stopped, looking at what was in front of him by the light of the jewel lamp.

The dark red disc is the main component of this thing, and in the middle is a miserable white face with closed eyes, which looks very permeating. The disc appeared to be made of red copper, with a few brownish-yellow rust slots scattered on it, and the horrific face was probably carved out of some kind of stone. The entire disc occupies the entire passage, and Brant seems to be thinner in comparison.

"Please open the door and let us pass. Brandt said respectfully.

The pale face seemed to hear his words, and his eyes slowly opened a slit, revealing the same pale eyes with no pupils, "Who is coming?" It spoke slowly, almost word for word, and its cold voice gave goosebumps to everyone.

"A supporter of Agias, the goddess of nature and the elements, a believer in great magic, a person who tries to understand magic and apply it to all beings, a seeker of truth who is constantly in search of truth. "Brandt's right fist is very solemn in his chest.

"Let's go inside. The pale face closed its eyes again, and its lips merged into a line, returning to the ordinary stone carvings they had just seen. Of course, when everyone saw it speak with their own eyes, they would never think it was an ordinary stone carving.

"Click-"

The red copper disc opens inward, and the space instantly opens up, and countless shelves filled with wooden boxes are brought into view.

"Brandt, what's that face?" someone asked.

"Magic" The corners of Brant's mouth curled, "The founder of Morin Academy, who created this special door with magic that we can't understand now, is used to guard the magic staff. After saying the Morin Academy magician's oath to it, it will verify its identity in some way, and the door will open as long as it is true. ”

"What if the identity is fake? It doesn't just mean that you can't get in, right?"

"It's not just that you can't get in, it's rumored that anyone who dares to deceive this door seems to have been eaten by the door. ”

Everyone looked at that face and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Morin Academy's measures to protect the magic wand are too exaggerated! The effect of the magic wand on the magician is obvious, without the magic wand, there would be no magician, it can be said that the magic wand is the medium of communication between the magician and the magic. Moreover, most alchemists start out as a magic apprentice wielding a magic wand, and return the magic wand after officially becoming an alchemy apprentice, which takes at least a year. Ion's entire magic wand is limited, and even now it can be crafted, but it is far less powerful than it has been handed down for hundreds of years. After thinking about it for a while, everyone could barely understand what Morin Academy was doing.

The appearance of the crowd made Brant laugh, and the flesh on his face trembled, "Just kidding, which of you will go in first?"

Everyone looked at each other, and none of them dared to enter the entrance, although they knew that the door would definitely not eat them, but they still betrayed them in their hearts, after all, they were still a group of children.