God says that there is a slippery snake in people's hearts, which is hard to find and everywhere.

In the days following the dinner, the Red Tree School of Magic returned to its unremarkable state, and the only new thing happened in Lillard's class, where three of his students had achieved amazing results in their respective fields of magical talents, with the fire elemental talent of Carey Fornia successfully mastering the burst at the age of eight, setting a record for the youngest age to have a junior spell in recorded fire elemental history. And the blonde boy Alan Menders, who is gifted with light elementals, asked Dean Bloom to visit the classroom to witness the pale golden light easily piercing through the tiny holes on the Knights' standard heavy armor.

When it comes to Reese Witherspoon, who is gifted with the water element, because she is one of the few friends of her daughter Anna, Dean Bloom will praise the little girl without hesitation, she is very ladylike. This little girl who chose purification art first is most likely to live in the letters of the Magic Association for the rest of her life.

The entire academy was amazed by their talent, but no one remembered the black-haired kid with the wood elemental talent, whether intentionally or inherently unnoticed, and Arthur was unsurprisingly ignored. At this moment, Arthur and Fred were pouting their butts on the floor, ignoring the sweat on their foreheads, desperately searching for knowledge about the light element in the book.

"Ah, I...... I...... Found it!" Fred will stutter automatically whenever he is nervous or surprised, they have been looking for a long time, and in the book "The Roar of Garner", it is recorded that the first appearance of the light element was in the late Middle Ages, when a mage named Abyss accidentally discovered this element, and then opened the door to the actual combat of this element, using the light element as a sword, and pierced the entire heavily armored knights with a snap of his fingers. In the days that followed, this great mage named Abyss not only founded the Holy Light Cult to recruit people, but also conquered many places with this strange spell, he led the disciples to drive straight forward, invincible, and with the light wrapped around his fingers, almost half of the Sean Continent fell into darkness. This madness was not brought to an end until the appearance of the madman Mildin.

"In the cold twilight, the madman Milding stood before the gates of Mitchell, his hometown, and the people of the city had fled, for they had heard that light was about to come upon the land, and that those who would not bow down would be illuminated by the light, which was said to pierce through even the hardest iron of the dwarfs. The Mitchells fled farther with their families and families, and only life was more precious in this humble city.

As the sun was frozen in the cold, and the crows flew over the dead trees, Mirding saw the horizon in the distance suddenly light up, and the light came so fast that it looked at Mitchell through the dark clouds.

'Surrender to me, Mitchell, this is your last chance. The sound of majesty swept through the city like rolling thunder, and thundered over the heads of the fleeing travelers, and the distressed Mitchell clung to the child, and embraced the old man, and watched in despair as the light flickered in the dark clouds, and tears flowed over their dusty faces.

'Go back. A peaceful voice sounded in front of the city gates, and Mildin, wrapped in a scarf he had picked up in the streets of the city, let out a white breath.

The army from afar soon arrived, and they waved their banners with an astonishing momentum. Everyone's armor was engraved with the emblem of the Holy Light Sect, and the white-robed man at the head wore a golden crown and walked out slowly in the army, he pointed to the city, and Milding not far away tilted his head slightly, and the tall closed city gate behind him suddenly cracked in half, silently.

'Submit to me, young man, and I will exempt Mitchell from all taxes. The man in the white robe said.

'It's a pity that you are not me, I surrender only to myself. Mildin said as he slowly spread his hands under his scarf, and suddenly the yellow sand beat in front of the city gate, and the ground began to tumble in front of the boiling water.

The white-robed man raised his arm lightly, and along the way, many magistur-level bigwigs had fallen under his beam, and many magic arrays with amazing scenes had been destroyed, and his light would even burn the palm of the god.

At this moment, ten thick walls of sand were miraculously erected in front of Mitchell, each as high as the wall, and Milding stood behind it, his long hair fluttering, and the quicksand like a giant python slowly flowing under his feet. The light shot out from under his arm, like a hot blade through butter, and blew up powder on the earthen wall, and Mildin closed his eyes, and the light had passed through ten walls to him.

The armies of the Holy Light Cult have moved their horses, believing that any obstacles in front of them will turn to powder in the light before the sword is unsheathed. But the white-robed man waved to stop them, and blood flowed from his white robe, like roses adorning the white robe.

Ten walls of earth collapsed, and Mirding covered his mouth with a scarf and coughed softly, something gleaming in the dust, ten mirrors in different directions, revealing their true faces after the sand had dispersed. People know that the light can pass through all things, slaughter all beings, and they fear it, worship it, and are so engrossed in it that they forget that there is something that light cannot pass through.

'Go back. Mildin looked at the white-robed man, standing like a dead tree in front of Mitchell.

The white-robed man looked down at his chest where blood kept gushing, turned around, waved his hand, and a white light like a giant axe of a god cut off the army, and no one was spared. The white-robed man lifted the hem of his clothes in front of the sea of blood, and slowly left on his tiptoes, stepping on the minced meat.

Mildin wrapped his scarf and turned back to the city. ”

Arthur and Fred looked at the book and were stunned, Milding boldly activated the principle of mirror reflection of light, and successfully stopped the crazy advance of the light element, it turned out that the madman Milding, who was rarely discovered, was actually connected with the light element, and there was such a deep origin.

"Even the spells that even the gods are looking at will be blocked by the mirror, hahahaha. Arthur burst out laughing, and when the magic unraveled the mystery, what was revealed was just as mundane. Fred glanced at him puzzled, pulled his face and said, "The light elemental talent has not appeared for two thousand years, how can Eren have such a talent?"

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Arthur put the book under his buttocks, not paying attention to the blonde's amazing talent earlier, and smacked his lips at Fred, "You're an elemental collector like Milding yourself, and the blonde kid and your classmates have really been moldy for eight lifetimes." ”

"Hey, hey. Fred giggled childishly. His talent was concealed by Mr. Lillard, and only the scruffy old man knew that in his class, the future achievements of those three children were likely to be far inferior to that of the red-haired child from a civilian background.

Teacher Lillard was standing in the empty class at the moment, tugging at his beard, and for the first time he felt that the hidden secret was so touching that every time he thought about it, he secretly felt refreshed.

"Ha, so you're hiding here. A curious voice sounded on the other side of the bookshelf, and Arthur's heart shook slightly, and the blonde-haired child appeared in front of them with three ancient books in his arms.

"Ai ...... Alan?" Fred looked at his classmates in surprise, and caught a glimpse of Arthur moving the book under his ass without a trace.

"Hey, Mr. Lillard asked me to find some books on the arrangement of the elements, and I happened to find out that your 'club' is here?"

"Whoa...... ...... Fred didn't pay attention, the blonde boy had already picked up a piece of blue peach bacon and put it in his mouth, ignoring Fred's resentful eyes, squinting and chewing in enjoyment.

"You like the library so much?" Alan asked, slurring as he ate something in his mouth.

"It's quiet. Arthur said as he put his books together and began to put them together.

"Then I can come here in the future and play with you? this piece of bacon is really good......" Alan picked his teeth, without any aristocratic demeanor.

"No, I can't. Fred scrambled to pull the food in front of him, rolling his eyes in return.

"From now on, I'll bring a piece of barbecue every day, it's not more unpalatable than this, how about it?" Alan squinted and crossed his legs.

"Fuck off. Arthur was a little amused when he looked at this little ruffian who didn't even know how to write unlucky, and finally put the book together.

"Hey. Alan jumped up in disappointment and prepared to leave. Many of the students have their own circles, but he is also an outlier among the nobles, lively and active by nature, and likes to make trouble everywhere, and no little nobles are willing to pull him to play with him.

"If the barbecue you bring tomorrow isn't tasty, I'll kick you down. Arthur said, leaning against a pile of books.

"Hey, see you tomorrow. The blonde boy's face immediately turned cloudy, and he waved his hand and ran downstairs happily. Fred lingered between quiet dives and roasts for several rounds, finally swallowing his saliva and choosing the latter.

Regardless of whether he will go to the ice field in the future, his body has also been marked with the mark of the Hongtong Magic Academy, since he has come here according to the teacher's will, he will either quietly graduate at the age of fifteen, or he will look for more helpers for that wish, at least he will not let these people become his stumbling block in the future.

Arthur was vaguely looking forward to what gifts he would bring to the people of the ice field when he graduated.

In the Cathedral of Philip, the archbishop, dressed in red, carried an incense burner, followed by a white-haired old man who was a head shorter than him, and walked through the dimly lit corridor.

"Bang. The paladin, who guarded the last gate, pushed open the heavy gate and knelt on the ground in awe. The white-haired Pope walked on the silver-sand paved ground, and in front of him was a huge pit dozens of feet deep, and one hundred and twenty caverns of various sizes were brightly lit.

In the center of the pit stand four stone pillars, each topped with an intricately carved brazier, which is blazing. The iron chains extending from the stone pillar converged on one body, and if you look closely, the person turned out to be pierced by four long nails through the pipa bone and hip bone, and was nailed there alive.

The white-haired Pope and the archbishop stood in front of the pit wall, and the head of the Holy Knights, who was in charge of defense, stepped forward silently, knelt down on his knees, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Pope." ”

"Or don't you say it?" the archbishop's eyes darkened, and his red robe became more and more scarlet in the firelight.

"Yes. The regimental commander bit his lower lip, he had used all the punishments on that man that would make the devil scream, but he still couldn't pry his lips open and make him spit out a single word, and this great frustration was extremely depressing.

The white-haired Pope raised his legs, like lightning striking the ground, and instantly landed in front of the man, his feet only smashed two shallow marks on the ground, but the paladins kneeling on it clearly felt the tremor under their feet.

"Do you need me to pray for you? The white-haired Pope flicked his robe and looked at the person in front of him, the wound on his body could no longer shed a drop of blood, and black-red blood scabs were all over his body. The originally sturdy body was now worn away under the torture equipment, and only skin and bones remained, and his face was pale and terrifying.

"Huh. The man struggled to lift his head, squeezing a sound out of his shattered chest.

"The crown was made of the stars in the sky, and I engraved the words on it with my own hands, and brought it to the world by Michael to put it on the merciful and the strong. Seven years later, the man with the crown became king and ruled over the land, but he was not satisfied, and ran into the sea again, taking the form of a basilisk with nine heads, to frighten those who passed by. The white-haired Pope took great pains to pull out a copy of the Book of Genesis and read the well-known story with a little ridicule.

"Abyss, where's the crown?"