"Cyril, Cyril......"

In the white avenue, the empty corridor echoed with the voice of a young girl, who called for a girl with long green hair. The light blue coat, the black tight top, and the skirt of the same color as the coat fully show the girl's graceful figure.

Stopped, turned, and Cyril turned to look, and saw a girl in a red dress running towards her.

"What's the matter, Arila Lansic. ”

"It's really out of sight, just call me Alila. The girl in the red dress patted the green long-haired girl on the shoulder with a familiar expression, "Where are you going now?"

"Library. ”

"Hey, that's the place again. ”

Ariela showed an expression that she really couldn't help you, and muttered, "What's so good about that place, where do you have to go every time, the battle for the third grade chief is about to start, aren't you ready?"

"No, I don't care about that. ”

"It's worthy of the Thunderbolt Witch, it's really easy, I can not understand it as letting the horse come, you clowns, I will beat you so that even your mother can't recognize you. ”

Cyril's expression suddenly grimaced, "No, I didn't mean that. ”

The two of them walked side by side, and soon walked out of the third-grade school building and walked straight to the nearby bus stop.

"Cyril, have you seen your brother lately, what's your name, Yi Barrett, right?" said Arilah as she walked.

Cyril paused slightly, slowed down a beat, and then continued to walk casually, "Alila, if you don't get rid of this habit of uncovering each other's wounds as if nothing happened, you will never have friends." ”

The girl's face was slightly embarrassed, and she said toughly: "I...... I don't need a friend or something, I just need to have Cyril, by the way, Cyril, you haven't answered my question yet. ”

"I refuse to answer!"

"Hey, how can this be, people care about you. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but no more!"

"Look at this, you really didn't have a good communication with that younger brother. ”

As if pierced through the chest by an invisible sword, Cyrill shook violently.

Arila seemed to be completely unaware and said: "Cyril has always been a little shy in this regard, what are you afraid of, he is your brother, you will observe him every day in a place where no one is looking, but you will not come forward to talk to him, and fall into the eyes of outsiders, it is no different from a stalker." The same time on the playground, I obviously mustered up the courage to wave my hand, why didn't I just rush up, but stood stupidly in place, ah......h

Feeling the girl next to her suddenly fall silent, Arila turned her head to look, and was surprised to find that Cyriel was a few steps behind her, as if she was full of sharp swords and was about to burn out.

Finally recovering from her frustration, Cyril looked at the natural poisonous tongue Arila with a wary look.

"Ah, I naturally remember that there are some things to do today, so goodbye, Elila, I have time to invite you to dinner......" said and recited a spell, and a pair of white wings spread out behind his back, and instantly went straight into the sky, disappearing from Alila's sight.

Even when the other party Cyril Cyril shouted, he didn't dare to look back.

"What, what, stalker in the eyes of outsiders, am I not a complete pervert like this?"

The green-haired woman scurried through the sky, not noticing that her swaggering appearance had been clearly seen by many people.

"Good guy, you dare to speed in the academy openly, and you don't take our student council in your eyes at all. A man who was patrolling the sky was suddenly overtaken by a green-haired woman who came out from behind him, and was taken aback, and accelerated after him while yelling at the one in front of him to stop.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is very backbone.

The man was racing all the way, but he could only see that the distance between the two sides was getting bigger and bigger, and he was unwilling to contact his companions.

"The third squad, the third squad, this is the second squad, I'm the team member Uluo, I just found out that a woman is blatantly racing at high speed in the academy, violating the academy rules, please cooperate with the interception." Repeat side, here is the second squad ......"

"This is the third squad, I'm the member of the team, Muka, I've seen the woman you mentioned, stop, stop...... No, it's too fast, I can't catch up, contact someone else immediately. ”

"This is the fourth squad, I'm Captain Gilton, see who that woman is?"

"This is the fourth squad, captain, I'm Zia, and I saw the woman speeding towards me. ”

"Zia, stop her, stop her immediately. ”

"No, it's too fast, I can't stop it. ”

"Bastard !!"

Suddenly, a terrible roar broke into the conversation between the members, as if a mountain was directly pressing down, and all the voices were suddenly clear.

"I'm Captain Sof, tell me who the woman is who broke the rules, and I'm going to lock her up myself. ”

"This is the fifth squad, I'm Naro, I see, I see, I see, that ...... It's her!!"

Naro's voice suddenly rose to the top of his head, raising dozens of degrees, with indescribable horror.

"Who is it?"

"Yes...... It's ......"

"Don't be afraid, tell me who it is, no one can be above the student council!"

Grunting down a mouthful of saliva, Naro trembled and said, "Yes, it's thunder and lightning...... The Electric Witch, Cyril Barrett. ”

For a moment, everyone was silent.

After I don't know how long, the voice of the chief captain Sof sounded again, "Uh...... It's getting late, let's wash and sleep. ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they were about to shout three times.

No one wants to be an enemy of the Thunder Witch.

It was a legend, although he was only the chief student of the third year, but his strength was beyond everyone's imagination, and no one could forget the incident a few months ago.

......

On the blackboard, Connellaro, the summoning teacher, lists strange formulas.

Although magic cannot be explained scientifically, it also has its own unique equations, especially alchemical magic, which requires more complicated equations.

Zhuang Mingge can naturally understand these formulas written by Conila, they are all written in demonic language, how can he not understand them.

If you follow Conila's formula, summoning magic does have some new improvements.

The summoned monsters will change from one to two, which means that if Zhuang Mingge summons the hundred-armed giant again now, he will summon two hundred-armed giants at once.

Although the cost of mana is a little larger, it is completely cost-effective.

Many of the classmates saw this, and immediately let out a long and short admiration, Connella seemed to enjoy these admiration, and flicked the chalk ash in a chic manner, and said: "Actually, among the many deliberate schools, magic like mine is not the best, just like the [Beast Fang] school, they have a unique magic that can summon ten different monsters at once, mine is not worth mentioning compared to that, but ......"

He paused here and looked around the classroom, "But those magic are all secrets of the school, and ordinary magicians can't learn that kind of magic, compared to me, it's more realistic." ”

That's a big truth.

Zhuang Mingge learned from his little teacher You Xia that the magic school is completely different from the magic academy, the magic academy deals with everything, and the learning is very messy, elements, alchemy, summoning, sealing, mystery, in addition to these five kinds of compulsory learning, there are many elective courses.

Schools, on the other hand, generally only learn one type of magic, and the others are only slightly involved.

They took this magic to the extreme, evolving all sorts of techniques, rounds of subtlety and dexterity, and the school was a cut from the academy.

It's just that the school is very strict in accepting magicians, even to the point of being harsh.

Among the 10,000 magicians, there may not be one person who can take a fancy to them.

Those who can enter the school are some lucky people, the pride of the sky, and the private magic academy of Saint Laurent, there is no class, as long as it is a magician, people with the qualification to learn magic can enter it.

Of course, erudition also has the benefit of erudition, and the strong people who have walked out of the magic academy in the past generations are no less than the strong people of the school.

Sometimes, some magicians will sort out a set of knowledge based on what they have learned, which are valuable treasures that can be passed down to ordinary magicians as treasures.

Legend has it that the highest level of the library contains more than 1,600 manuscripts of silver-level magicians.

It is no exaggeration to say that whoever gets one of these manuscripts is enough to create a master of the Academy.

Even if you go out of the academy, it is enough to gain the respect of countless people.

And the people who can see these manuscripts, the entire academy, are only a few thousand.

This includes the top students in each grade.

In order to get a place to view the manuscript, the battle for the chief of each year is definitely the most brutal duel, although no one will die, but there is also a feeling that there are no taboos outside of life and death.

As long as you don't kill people, you can play what you've learned in the middle of the main scramble.

No matter how despicable the means can be used.

Luck, strength, wisdom, means, none of them can be missing.

It's not that the academy is stingy and doesn't show these manuscripts to ordinary magicians, but that ordinary magicians look at these manuscripts, which is not only unhelpful but also harmful.

The manuscript of the silver magician is like a doctor's thesis, ordinary magic is just a schoolboy, how can it be understood.

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