On my first night at Bromine College, I didn't sleep well, I didn't care about anything, I just changed to an unfamiliar environment, and I didn't get used to it. The food is too poor, the dormitories are too cold, the beds are too hard, and they are not even as good as the roadside hotels. Before dawn, I was woken up by the sound of the waves in the distance, and my heart fluctuated, and I never felt sleepy again.

The maid Winnie had a heavy snort, and she had slept soundly after a hard day's work. In order not to wake her, I got up and put on my coat, crept out of the bedroom, pushed open the corridor window, breathed in the humid sea breeze, and rejuvenated my body and mind. What an amazing sensation it was, the cold air pierced into the lungs, shivering from head to toe, and every pore burst with life and vitality!

As far as the eye can see, the ancient buildings of Bromin College are immersed in mist, the east is white, and everything is so peaceful and quiet, like a layered oil painting.

The stillness was abruptly shattered, and an agile figure sprang out of the bushes, with heavy sandbags strapped to his legs, and his steps were light and powerful, and he walked along the gravel path around the stone minaret and library, quickly ascended the hillside, and disappeared behind the tequine tree.

The apprentice for the morning exercise - it's Dino, a freshman who had a secret conversation with Alfred yesterday! I am sure that he did not pass the entrance test, in fact, he did not take it at all.

How could Dean Kozmo, who had always been known for his iron-faced selflessness, allow such a thing to happen? Even the daughter of Duke Isaac, Lord of Bromin, must go through the motions in full view of everyone before she can officially become a member of the Magical Apprenticeship. What is the background of that Dino?

I struggled to remember.

He left the impression of a taciturn young man who never took the initiative to talk to anyone. Staying in the middle of a new life full of hope is like a rough gravel in the sand. Aside from a strong physique, which was very different from the traditional sense of a magician, I found myself knowing nothing about Dino.

With all these questions in my mind, I decided to find a time to talk to Dean Kozmo as soon as possible.

A moment later, Dino's figure reappeared in view, swinging his arms and running unhurriedly, his speed gradually increasing, but still having some strength left. I counted it, and in less than half an hour, he had run a full seven laps around the undulating mountain terrain without showing any fatigue, which was an astonishing amount of physical strength.

Never before in the history of Flynn has a magician exercised his body in such a drastic way. Magicians certainly need a healthy body, but learning magic to a large extent means meditating and staying up late, after all, people's time and energy are limited, and in the long run, physical strength deteriorates, pale, drowsy, thin, and poor appetite, which gradually become the common characteristics of apprentices.

Only when an apprentice is promoted to a trainee can he claim a few bottles of alchemy that condition his body every month, and of course, as Oxskin's third in line to the throne, Prince Alfred does not have to worry about these minor problems.

Magic is extremely dependent on talent and skill, Dino is a layman, he does his morning exercises in the style of knights at the Academy of Magic, and when his mind is clearest in the morning, he should concentrate on studying magic books, and his simple mind and developed limbs can only become the target of magic. However, the teaching of new students has not officially begun, and such mistakes can be forgiven.

The morning bell echoed in the empty academy, urging the snoozing apprentices to get up and wash up. Winnie rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly crawled out of bed.

"Miss Priscilla, you're awake!" Her voice betrayed surprise, as if she felt guilty for her dereliction of duty.

I let out an "um" and looked out the window without looking back. Dino did not reappear. A new day has begun.