It was an old man who spoke, and he was Daifuku's teacher, Chidori. Chidori www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion is very old, and according to the rules of the committee, he has already returned the fragments of his messenger. However, he still had gray hair and eyes from the shards. This is not the result of old age, but a manifestation of a high level of one's own magic. He could already rely on the magic of the Emissary Shards.

Chidori has a special position in the school, and he is the only surviving teacher in the Academy.

At this time, Qilu had already stepped off the test bench. He didn't know what level he was doing. And from the expressions of the academy representatives present, he couldn't find any answer.

"Come here. The old man beckoned to Qilu.

Qilu walked over to the old man.

Daifuku has left his work, and he refuses to give up the opportunity to accept Qilu - even if the old man is his teacher, he still wants to fight for his academy to raise his eyebrows.

The other representatives also had this idea, but their academy itself was strong, and there was no need to bother with a "potential stock" that might be invalidated.

"Chidori-sensei, this kid's qualifications are mediocre, and he wasn't even selected by Broken Crystal. According to the regulations, it should be admitted to the School of Practice and Production Operations. ”

The old man Chidori glared at him, and Daifuku involuntarily shrunk his neck.

"Your brain has been eaten by dogs! Lao Tzu is the rule!" said the old man.

At this moment, everyone else who wanted to open their mouths obediently shut up.

The temper of the old man Chidori is better not to be provoked.

"Follow me. Chidori said to Kiro.

Qilu obediently walked behind Chidori, he rarely accepted everyone's "attention salute" so openly, and his heart should be panicked.

[If you want to stare at the old man in front of you!Don't stare at me!]

Under the gaze of everyone, Chidori left the auditorium with Qilu. The boss on the test bench was still stunned and didn't know what to do. He looked at the door of the auditorium, his pestle motionless.

Daifuku stood awkwardly in front of the test bench. The students didn't fight, and they also provoked the old man Chidori. What's even more embarrassing is that he was also scolded by the old man Chidori. Now he lost face.

"What are you doing there!" In order to hide this embarrassment, Daifuku shouted to the priest. "Keep testing!"

......

"Uncle, where are we going?" asked Qilu cautiously. The old man appeared expressionlessly, and left alone, Qilu felt that the old man might be a grumpy master.

"Hades Academy. The old man Chidori said sullenly.

The auditorium was built in the central square of the school concerned, and the square was surrounded by five gates, different doors serving as entrances to different colleges. The door to the academy was made of dark blue stone, but luckily the dust on the door was not very noticeable.

The Academy of Darkness is the oldest school of magic, and has been home to countless talents. It doesn't teach students in a fixed way -- it doesn't think there is a fixed model for magic. However, at the beginning of learning, such an approach is not as effective as those that teach students in a stereotyped manner. Gradually, the reputation of the Hades Academy weakened.

Chidori led the strange way, through the gate, to a church. The church is not high, only about five or six meters.

"Come in. Chidori said.

Qi Lu looked inside, and the house was in a mess, and there was not even a place to stay.

How am I going to get in?," Qilu complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it. This old man may lose his temper again.

But fortunately, the old man was somewhat self-aware, and he looked at his room with an embarrassed face. Then he cleared his throat and said, "My name is Chidori, and I will be your teacher from now on." ”

Qilu nodded. The old man continued.

"Your situation is special, old man, I am interested. As he spoke, he grabbed the void in his hand, and the contents of Qilu's schoolbag flew out.

He grabbed the doll with his right hand, looked at it for a moment, and then drew a rune into the void with his left hand and entered the doll.

"Bang!" a cloud of white smoke rose in the air.

"Ahem...... Qi Lu covered his mouth and nose with one hand and fanned away the smoke in front of him with the other, "Teacher, are you okay?"

Kiru didn't hear Chidori didn't speak.

When the smoke cleared, a "pure white" little old man from Qilu stood in front of him—the dark clothes were just the right layer of white flour, which made Chidori look like a crème brûlée coated in powdered sugar; he had a depressed expression, a dark face, but a circle of snow around his nose, which looked like a singer; his gray hair echoed the white clothes and white face, and he looked naturally funny.

Qilu struggled to hold back and keep himself from laughing. But the old man's face turned red, and he said, "Don't hold back if you want to laugh!

At this moment, Qilu really didn't dare to laugh. He and the old man stood at the door of the room, staring at each other. This made the old man feel even more embarrassed.

"Take it!" Chidori, shoving the doll into Kiro's hand. But there is one more thing that resembles a cross.

"This is a joystick!" Chidori looked very agitated. He cares a lot about the joystick, but this thing is hidden in the puppet by someone who has cast a space spell. The doll belongs to Qilu, so this joystick also belongs to Qilu.

Chidori struggled to keep himself from looking at the joystick, he was afraid that he couldn't help but take it for himself. From time to time, however, his eyes were directed in the direction of the joystick.

"Old ...... Teacher?" Qilu couldn't figure out the situation, and he didn't know if Chidori was happy or angry now.

"You take the position of the joystick and look at it. Old man Chidori said. He patted the clothes on his body, and there were puffs of white smoke.

"Teacher, what are you going to do?" Qilu asked.

The old man Chidori looked at Qilu with an incredulous expression. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes moving up and down to look at Qilu, and said, "Imagine it yourself." ”

[Imagine?]

Qilu was confused.

[The world lives by imagination?]

With the mentality of giving it a try, Qilu took a deep breath and began to try.

[Imagine...... Feel ......]

Qilu closed his eyes. Imagination at work, such a thing has never been heard of. Therefore, Qilu had no clue and had to bite the bullet.

But the amazing thing is that when he held the joystick in his hand, he could clearly feel a force leading him into the joystick. The interior is like a world, with heaven instead of heaven, and no earth but like earth.

[That's probably what is the manipulation of the divine soul?]

Qilu slowly opened his eyes, and saw the satisfied face of the old man Chidori, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

[It's not too bad.] 】

Qi Luxin said, but the next moment he began to doubt - was that a mental effect, or was this really the case?

"Barely passing," said the old man, "try your magic again." ”

Magic......

Qilu said that he was really helpless. He was inexplicably involved in some void illusion and entered the magic world. But before that, he was a good boy who accepted science and education to rejuvenate the country. Isn't magic or something a traditional superstition?

"Teacher, this is going to ...... What to do?" Qilu asked cautiously, but he had a hunch that the old man would be angry if he asked any more.

Sure enough, an impatient expression appeared on Old Man Qian's face. Qilu immediately shut up and pretended to work "magic".

[Isn't it just imagination!]

Qilu shouted frantically in his heart.

He imagined himself as a jar filled with water, and the hand holding the lever was the cap, and all he had to do was open the cap for the magic to flow into the lever.

Qilu was not chosen by any of the Shatters, so his mana is attributeless. The non-attribute magic was originally colorless, but his magic took on a silvery glow, and as soon as the magic power touched the surface of the joystick, the joystick immediately changed its appearance - the texture of the surface became clearer, and the bearing in the middle became stronger, no longer as loose and baggy as before.

"Well, barely passable," the old man nodded, "to try a spell." ”

What is a spell, how to use it, is it to recite mantras, draw runes, and make mudras? He thought about almost all the novels, anime, and TV series he had watched, but he didn't have a clue.

Qilu wanted to ask, but he didn't know how.

Looking at Qilu's expression, Chidori was furious.

"Come on, come back after the spell academy class!" With that, he plunged into the messy room and slammed the door shut.

[This old man...... It's weird. 】