6. New Year's gathering

"The only wall that human beings in this world cannot cross is the wall of our hearts, and the only river that human beings in this world cannot cross is the gap between hearts......

For the past two days, Anton Saron has been occupied by an inexplicable sense of loss, and in the blink of an eye, he has been in the War College for half a year, and now he recalls the scene when he was first caught in the crystal prison by the inquisitors at the admission ceremony, which is like a dream. Half a year ago, he said goodbye to Angela and Berlito, and with his wishes and ideals, he set off from Doha Village to the War College, vowing to become a summoner. But now I find that this half year of study has not changed me at all.

"I'm a useless person, am I?" said Anton Sharon as he opened a copy of Practical Magic Explained that he had borrowed from the library.

Although it has been winter for a long time, the breath of winter is not felt in the White Tower of the War College, in fact, it is basically isolated from the outside world. Anton Saron had heard that it would snow at the War College in January and February, but at the moment this rumor is not very credible, because of the long-term use of magic, the temperature in the entire obsidian city will be much higher than the surrounding area. The soft setting sun poured its most beautiful and pure one meter of sunlight on the pointed window of the dormitory, and that one meter of sunlight broke through the barrier of the window, turning into a dappled bright color that slowly fluttered on the page in front of Anton Saron, and he put his hand on those spots of light, feeling warm like a delicate hand caressing, for some reason he suddenly remembered Angela.

"Are you really leaving?" Anrila's eyes filled with tears of sadness. 」

"Anton!" Anrella hugged Anton Saron with tears in her eyes, she hugged him so tightly that Anton Saron couldn't breathe, "Remember to write to me when you get to the War College, and I will write to you too!"

The scenes of the past appeared in front of me, and the vivid but unfamiliar scenes seemed to be staged yesterday, and they also seemed to be depicted as a picture scroll to be treasured somewhere in the soul. There are always some feelings that are inadvertently forgotten, but they are inadvertently picked up, just like at this moment, Anton Salons is quietly crying, a force called time has made the Anrella in his mind blurry and distant. Angela did come a few letters, each time, in one white envelope sealed with red wax and the words "LoveLetter" written on it, and her handwriting was always so beautiful, regular but also flowing, like her beautiful black hair fluttering in the wind.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I haven't written to you yet. Anton Saron wiped the tears from his cheeks with his sleeve, as if he saw Anrela looking at him with tears in her eyes, it was a kind of complaint or sadness. Thinking of this, he immediately picked up the quill on the table, slowly tore down a piece of paper from the diary, and left words on it that corresponded to his heart:

"Sister Anrela:

I'm sorry I couldn't get back to you, but several times I've wanted to ask where our prefects are mailing, but I've been delayed or forgotten because of something. I think you must be angry with me, you must not want to pay attention to me anymore, I'm really sorry! I'm sorry! I have carefully read the letters you wrote to me many times, especially when I was wronged and in a bad mood, there is a person who thinks about himself and feels very good, and now I really feel this way.

It's been half a year since I came to the War College, and a lot has happened, and there are some things I want to tell you in person after you come here. In short, I became recognized as the "least gifted summoner" at the War College, and so far, I have not been able to cast a single spell in its entirety, and people often call me a fool and a fool. We just did the SOA certification, which is the exam for promotion from Apprentice Summoner to Full Summoner, and I don't know if I will pass it, I have no confidence in that. If I can't pass, I'm really a laughing stock, because no one in the history of the War College has failed this certification...... In view of my poor grades, the tutors at the college were reluctant to pay attention to me. The one who taught us the spells was the famous Marzaha, who basically didn't exist when I didn't exist. Our hand-to-hand combat instructor, Sivir, was a nice guy and she could occasionally say a few words to me, and on several occasions when I was injured while practicing dagger and dagger practice, she helped me bandage and take me to the hospital. She was very nice to me, but I let her down again and again, and she always said to me, "Baby, I want to help you, but I don't know how to help you." "The Theory of Magic course is one of the best courses I have learned, because this one does not require any talent and skill, it is all memorized, and the instructor of this class is Andrea, the author of the "Valoran Common Spells", he is the oldest instructor in the War Academy, which can be seen in his hair and beard. However, Mentor Andrea was not very optimistic about me, and every time I raised my hand to speak, he would call someone else.

I don't have any friends at the War College, and the only thing I can do is Assemma and a boy named Insominia in the SOA186 Summoner Corps, and if I have to say anything, there is Bangad, who is also in SOA186, which is the last thing I can accept. Aslema and Insominia are also my roommates, and the other roommate in the dorm room is a first-level summoner* named Owen who has received the griffin crest, and he is the chief of the 16 summoners in his grade. The three roommates were all wizarding geniuses, and Asrema was so popular with Mentor Marzaha that he often gave him special training, as well as Insominia, who was unrivaled in hand-to-hand combat and was Mentor Sivir's most proud student. In front of such wonderful people as them, I felt very small and helpless.

I also have to mention that Eroni, my sister is right, Eroni is indeed a very open girl, as long as Asrema is not by her side, she will take the initiative to approach other boys, especially nobles. With the help of her beauty and character, she became a celebrity at the War College. I don't know why, although I know that I am far away from her, I am always attracted to her, even though I don't know what she is attracted to me. Aroni has only said two words to me in the past six months, but I still look forward to being friends with her and doing something for her.

In short, I will not give up on my ideals: to be a useful summoner, to protect my beloved, and to earn the respect of all. Even if all I've had so far is failure, I'm not afraid of it anymore. 」

A sharp sound interrupted Anton Salon's thoughts, and he immediately stopped his pen and turned his head to the place where the voice came from, which was Owen, who was wearing a purple college robe with a griffin insignia on the collar.

"I'm sorry for the rush of time, they are all waiting for me. Owen began.

"Oh, it's okay," Anton Sharon said as he looked at Owen, "Is the prefect going to a party today?"

"Well, yes, you can go with you too" Owen's look proved he wasn't joking.

"I—I could—" Anton Sharon didn't believe his ears.

"Yes, I'm moving out soon, and Asrema and Insol set me a table at the Obsidian Tavern," Owen explained.

"Thanks, if you can take me—" Anton Salon, a little shy, slowly lowered his head.

"But before I do that, I'm going to give you a spell!" Owen suddenly became serious, his voice becoming very low.

Anton Saron was surprised for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Chief, you know, I-"

"Don't worry, this spell is easy to learn and useful," Owen's tone returned to his usual calmness, "I deliberately chose to teach you in their absence, and this will count as a gift from me." ”

"Thank you, prefect, I really don't know how to thank you!" Anton Sharon didn't expect Owen to give himself such a gift, he was a little excited and a little embarrassed.

"Listen, Anton Saron, this spell is called 'Magic Booster,' also known as Amplification Charm. can multiply your magic effects, which can be useful to you. ”

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In addition to the War College and the Summoner's Council Hall, the Obsidian City also has residential and commercial areas, both of which, of course, are in the outer city. The Obsidian City is built on Mount Santa Mountain, and the inner city is built halfway up the mountain, where it can reach an altitude of 3,000 feet, and the War College and the Summoners Council are concentrated in the inner city. Immediately adjacent to the inner city is the Inner Ring City, a transitional area and a place where the civilians of the ancient kingdom of Agaste took refuge in war, where the craftsmen of ancient Agaste chiseled through the Santa Hill to form a huge semi-enclosed space, which was very safe under the cover of the mountain. Outside the inner ring is the outer city, and it has to be mentioned that the inner ring is directly connected to the main entrance of the obsidian city - the summoner's platform, although the slope of the inner ring city is very large, but the summoner's platform is still at an altitude of more than 1,500 feet, which is why there will be 999 stone steps there.

For those outside of Obsidian City, the only entrance to the outer city is the portal outside the gates of Ayutthaya. The gates of Obsidian City are closed to the outside world, and as for why, I'm afraid not many people know. The Great Gate was a large black metal gate engraved with charms, at least sixty feet high, and when the two large and heavy gates were opened, they could pass through about twenty large carriages at once. However, all the people who live in the outer city are summoners and their relatives, who usually live in seclusion. There are also some foreign merchants who have a fixed face in the business district and basically settle here. As a result, the portal outside the gates of the city is often unused. The outer city business district is the size of a medium-sized village, with shops, antique shops, taverns, pawnshops, tailors, blacksmiths, cafes and more. Of course, there are two of the most famous of these, one is the Obsidian Tavern, which is the same age as League of Legends, most of the League's heroes and summoners often chat and party in the tavern, and there are some vendors who wait at the door of the tavern every day to ask for the signatures of heroes and grand summoners, and then sell them at a high price. Another place that has only recently become famous is the blacksmith shop owned by the Iron Ambassador Bobbi called "Casting Peace", and although Bobbi is one of Demacia's most trusted heroes, he still can't forget his old profession - casting, which of course carries on his father's last wishes.

The Obsidian Tavern is located in the heart of the business district, and the owner is a yodeler named Kru Hill. Krushan is a well-known figure, first of all, he is the longest-lived yodel to date, at 108 years old this year, and secondly, he is the most powerful mage of the yodel, Vega's early mentor. There is also an allusion called "The Grace of the Wine" that happened to him and the creator of League of Legends, Exio. When he was younger, Ekio traveled to Yodele and met the snow-capped giants on the way, but Crushan helped him out of the siege and gave him a flask of "always wine". "What is your greatest wish?" and "I want the whole of Valoran to drink yodel's wine." "Exio promised to help Crushan make his wish come true. Twenty years later, after quelling the Fifth Rune War and establishing the League of Legends, Execius fulfilled his promise to bring the seventy-year-old Crewe Mountain to the Obsidian City and give him the tavern in the center of the city's business district, which is known as the "Grace of Wine".

Two months ago, he married a young girl in his early twenties, and recently it was rumored that he had an affair with Sivir. Of course, this could be the work of some boring people. Anton Saron had heard Owen tell him so much about Kru Mountain that he didn't know how many streets he had walked or what buildings he had passed, and if he were allowed to come to the Obsidian Tavern alone, he would be lost.

"This is it!" Owen said, pausing, pointing to a dirty metal sign.

The metal sign is engraved with the words "Obsidian Tavern" in large gold letters, and it is difficult to identify that this is the famous Obsidian Tavern, not to mention that it can become a landmark, and its existence has simply ruined the image of the entire street. The huge metal sign looked crumbling, and the two tall wooden doors were already a little bad, and the smell of decay poured out of the door panels one after another, and the vomiting effect was excellent. Entering through the black mud threshold of the door, the pungent smell of wine was blowing in the face, and there were about twenty large old square tables in the hall, each of which sat seven or eight people, all disheveled and confused, saying something incomprehensible. Near the staircase sat a group of the only decent-looking people, all dressed in cloaks or robes, looking extraordinary.

"It looks terrible here. Anton Salonn whispered.

"Yes," Owen tugged at Anton Saron's arm as he walked up the stairs, "I felt that way the first time I came. ”

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, Anton Salonon saw Eroni sitting in the corner, and she was sitting by the window. I don't know why, although the tables on the second floor are neatly arranged, they are also overcrowded, and he can spot Eloni at a glance in the crowd.

"She's there!" Anton Sharon said to Owen, who was still looking around at the crowd.

Owen followed Anton Saron's gaze and saw Arrowney, and the two walked to the table she was on. "What about the two of them?" Owen asked when he saw that Aroni was alone at the table.

"They're downstairs, and they've heard that Galen, Lux* and Trist are down there, and they're going to ask for autographs. Arrowney replied that she was a little afraid to look Owen in the eyes, because Owen's face was expressionless most of the time, which created some awe-inspiring feelings.

"You sit here," Owen said to Anton Sharon, then turned his gaze back to Arroni, "I'll go find them." ”

How Anton Saron wished that Prefect Owen could stay a little longer, he didn't have the courage to face Aroni alone, so much so that Owen buried his head in the table as soon as he left.

"Anton Saron, I beg you for one thing. ”

If, if I heard it wrong, Anton Saron was in a trance, reason made his brain run fast and made a series of analyses, and told him that "that sentence was indeed said by Arroni, and it was addressed to him." Anton Sharon cleared his throat and slowly raised his head, letting his eyes linger on the pendant around Eloni's neck, "Okay, you just say. ”

"Don't tell me about that day-I-I and Kimberley. Eroni whispered, judging by her tone, she was a little embarrassed.

Anton Sharon guessed that Eroni's face must be red at the moment, but he didn't have the courage to raise his head to confirm it. "Who is Kimberly?" he replied in a very stupid way.

"It's—" Arroni couldn't say any more, she paused, adjusting her breathing, "it's just a handsome boy with blonde hair, and that day—you saw me and him that day—"

"Oh, I remember" Anton Sharon gave Aroni a quick glance, she was still so pure and immaculate, "I won't say it, don't worry." ”

"I would be more reassured if you could leave. Aroni's tone was obviously unchanged, but the problem was that applying such a tone would pierce the recipient's heart like a sharp knife.

Anton Salonn sat there for a long time without speaking, he didn't know what to say, in fact, his psychological defenses had long since collapsed. The big poplar trees outside the window were covered with thick frost, and a few dead leaves were ready to be blown off by the cold north wind and end their tragic reincarnation.

"Anton Salon?" Asrema said in surprise, startling Anton Salon, "Why are you here too?"

"I asked him to come. Owen explained.

"I—I can leave. Anton Salonia stood up and looked at Asrema and Insominia calmly, and for only a few seconds he was burned by the surprise and rejection in their eyes, and he turned his head to look out the window, and the white snowflakes were slowly falling, like some kind of white elf showing the world their light and graceful dance, and this was the first time he had seen snow.

"I think you could-"

Insominia tugged at Asrema's sleeve and motioned for him to stop talking, "Eat first, and then you can leave." ”

"The tavern in the big town is a standard tavern, with only wine and dried fruit," Owen cut a steak into his mouth, "this is what I and Cru Hill specially requested. ”

"There was everything in the tavern in Doha Village. Asrema said, and as he spoke, he glanced at Arroni and then at Anton Saron.

Anton Salonon used a knife to divide the steak on his plate into quarters, and then used his fork to stick one of the pieces, the taste was still so familiar, he remembered when Salamod took him to his uncle's tavern for barbecue every day, and remembered the funeral of the soup and the funeral of Salammod, and tears blurred his eyes.

"I can't eat it, darling. Arroni slammed her fork on the plate with a crunch, leaning back on the back of her chair and pursing her lips.

Asrema immediately understood what Eroni meant, and he threw the knife in his hand at Anton Saron, and the knife swirled and hit the steak in front of Anton Saron. "I don't feel happy that you're here. ”

"Put the steak on your plate in here and bring it back. Insominia handed Anton Salona a paper bag.

Anton Salon, wiping tears from his eyes, put the steak in a paper bag and left his seat, "Sorry to bother you. He bowed to the crowd and prepared to turn away.

"Anton Salon!" Owen raised his glass, "I'm going to work in the academy's library in February, I toast you, our friendship in the White Tower is over." ”

Owen drained the butterbeer from his glass, and Anton Sharon responded with a bow. Eroni glanced at Anton Ssalon, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly, revealing a smug expression.

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This is the second time Anton Saron has come to the Summoner Auditorium, and the last time was the admission ceremony half a year ago. This time, he was seated in a seat in the fifth row of the positive number, with Owen to his left, and to Owen's left sat side by side Asrema and Insomina. Prior to this, all the summoners and apprentices who were still studying were informed of their results for the current year, and Anton Saron was honorably the first person in the history of the War College to fail the SOA certification, and he only got a C on the best magic theory exam, because he didn't see the two exposition questions behind the paper.

"Don't be discouraged. Owen patted Anton Saron on the shoulder.

Anton Salon's sadness seemed to be difficult to extricate himself from, he had never felt the future bleak and hopeless for a moment, and the light in the dark groove of the curved walls of the Great Hall was still warm, but he couldn't feel it.

Krossos stepped onto the podium, and behind him sat the academy instructors such as Bezod, Marzaha, Andrea, and Sivir. "In the past school year's exams," Krossos' voice resounded throughout the auditorium, "most of the summoners and apprentices have passed, and I congratulate you on completing another school year and taking another step towards your ideals!"

"Summoners have been a sacred profession since ancient times, and we have the greatest power in Valoran, and we fight for the peace of this world and for the protection of our loved ones. History has proven time and again that there are always some people who, because of the expansion of personal desires and the thirst for strength and power, do not hesitate to destroy the homes in which we live and do not hesitate to kill the most innocent people, they are our mortal enemies, and we are their nemesis! However, before you have excellent fighting qualities and strong strength, you need to seriously study every spell and pass layers of selection and examination. Below, we will give the time to the fifth-year student *Ste, who has won the first place in three consecutive exams, to share his experience and skills with us. ”

Accompanied by deafening applause, an ugly-looking, somewhat lame guy walked up to the podium, dressed in a badly faded summoner's robe, with oily black hair tied in knots, and a huge catfish mouth covered in bloody scabs. Ugliness can no longer describe his temperament, and disgust will turn into a compliment in front of his looks.

"This guy—" Asrema couldn't help but laugh, "It's not easy to grow like this!"

"This guy is ugly and lives in his own dorm," Owen said, "but he's always been number one in all his grades." ”

"What a strange man. Insominia chuckled.

"Hello everyone!" said Big Catfish Mouth, the sound of which made it seem like he must have stuffed a lot of stuff in his mouth, and his voice was surprisingly thick. His voice caused a burst of laughter in the auditorium, but it was the new apprentices of the previous year who laughed, and the old students were used to it. Catfish Ste was a little shy, and he smirked twice, revealing a mouthful of jagged black teeth. "Don't laugh, hehe-don't laugh - I'll teach you how to take the first test, hehe-yes, take the first test!"

Catfish Seed stood on the stage like a "mascot" and made people laugh, but he didn't feel it himself, he scratched his big white face, and a large white flaky object fell off his face. When some girls saw such a scene, they immediately covered their mouths and vomited. "Hey, hey—don't laugh—I'll teach you—how, how to get first!, yes, first!" said Catfish, who seemed to say the only thing.

"Can such a person take the first exam?" Asrema said with a crying and laughing, "It's hard to imagine, it's not logical at all!"

"No way, 75% of our exams are written exams," Owen spread his hands with a helpless expression, "and this catfish memorized all the textbooks for astrology, magic theory, spell defense, and survival skills. ”

"I see, his success lies in his extraordinary memory. Insominia picked up the apple juice from the stand, but as soon as she saw the catfish on the table, she immediately put down her cup.

"Usually you must pay attention to the lectures of the instructors, hehe-yes, listen to the lectures" Catfish Side continued his speech, "must be obedient, hehe-he-yes, obedient! No matter what the instructor says, be sure to listen, and then do it, hehe-hey-yes, do it!"

"I'd love to know how this guy's spells are?" Asrema asked Owen with a tilt of his head, the tone of the sentence more likely to be "I don't think his spells are good." ”

"Like Anton Saron," Owen whispered as he stared at Catfish on stage, "his magic doesn't work when it fails." But all the summoning mentors love this guy. “

"Everyone likes to listen to their own words," Insominia added, "especially those who take their words as God's will." ”

"You mean, even if Owen's mentor asked Mr. Catfish to break into the girls' dormitory at night, he would agree?" Aslema's teasing was always so vulgar, and although he wasn't a vulgar person, he never used elegant language to abuse people he didn't like.

"You don't need to ask why, you don't need to ask why, just give them instructions and they'll do it, rightly or wrongly. Inthomiña looked disdainful, and could see that he looked down on people like Catfish Ste in his heart.

Anton Salon, listening to the conversation of his partners, thought that Insominia was right. If you don't ask the reason, stiffly carry out the will of the summoning mentor, and be a good child, then it will be no different from a robot without independent thinking. In the War College, you learn not only how to cast a spell and how to interpret it, but more importantly, when and under what circumstances a spell should be cast and why the definition is interpreted. However, he knew he wasn't qualified to talk about that, as he was the "least gifted summoner" and now had the title of "worst apprentice in the history of the academy".

Catfish Side danced on the stage and gave a speech, the summoners below were seriously doing his audience, and some people actually took a small book to remember, these guys probably thought that as long as they mastered Catfish Side's method, they would one day be able to walk on the rostrum and show their faces in front of thousands of people. Of course, there are some exceptions in the group, such as Asrema and Insominia who are currently discussing the case in the Summoner Combat Tutorial. Anton Saron listened to the catfish's experience for a while, and listened to the discussion between Asrema and Insominia for a while, and felt that time flew by.

Towards the end of the evening, Krossos told all the summoners and apprentices that the New Year's party would be held at 8 o'clock tonight in the Great Hall used for assembly in the White Tower, and that they would like to bring their friends to attend. Anton Saron knew that such a rally had nothing to do with him. The summoner and apprentice left the Great Hall in an orderly manner, and on the way, Anton Saron overheard such a set of conversations.

"There's a rally tonight, hehe—yes, a rally!"

"You're going to invite me to be your dance partner? hehe-yes, dance partner!"

"I'm going to have a big meal tonight! hey, hey, yes, big meal!"

"It's the 'catfish effect,'" Owen said to Asrema and Insominia next to him.

"I have to say, it's really hurtful. "Insominia should be reconciled.

"Hurt, hehe—yes! Hurt!" Asrema deliberately learned the tone of Catfish Ste. Owen glared at him viciously.

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Anton Saron had been sitting in the corner of the auditorium for more than an hour, and he had just learned that the name of the auditorium was "Zhong Ya Auditorium". Twenty years ago, Zhong Ya and Ashram held their wedding in this auditorium. Most of the communal tables in the auditorium were removed, leaving a large open space in the middle for people to dance and sing. Today's barbecue tasted very good, he had already eaten two large plates, but he still drooled at the steak and barbecue at the public table not far away, but he still didn't want to miss the current show.

"The most beautiful female summoner in the War College, Eronie, please!" one of the guys shouted.

Two stout young men moved a large round table to the center of the clearing, and the others stood around the table, and a man of great stature carried Eloni to the table. Eroni still wore a navy blue coat, a black dress and pantyhose, and she looked a little shy, which sublimated her purity and beauty, and the precious giant crystal chandelier above the auditorium was overshadowed by her beauty.

"Aroni, sing a song for us!" shouted one of the lads below.

"I- I can't sing. Aroni put her hand to her mouth, lowered her head and whispered.

"Alright then, tell us who you love!" spoke a muscular boy with blonde hair, dressed in a golden suit that stood out in the light of dozens of crystal lamps in the auditorium.

Anton Sharon didn't find Asrema at first, but as long as he followed Arroni's gaze, it was not difficult to find Asrema who was angry at the moment. He was extremely worried that Asrema would not be able to resist fighting with others for a while.

"Who do you love?" shouted the boys.

"Love me, love me, love me!" shouted in unison, clearly pre-designed.

Eroni couldn't stand on the table, she didn't know it was going to happen, and at this moment, her face was as red as a hot soldering iron, "Please—please don't shout—"

It was the first time Anton Salon, who had seen Eroni begging to talk to someone like this, and she had become a different person than she had been.

"Who do you love?"

"Love me, love me, love me!"

Eloni knelt on the table and cried, "Please—stop shouting—"

"That's the best punishment for debauchery!" said a summoner not far from Anton Saron, who also wore a griffin coat of arms at the collar.

"How would her boyfriend feel?" said a girl next to the guy in a teasing tone.

"The boy named Asrema treats her well, and he can be said to take care of her. didn't expect this girl to be so indecent. "The summoner with the griffin coat of arms looked angry, as if he were the party.

"Everything has a cause and there is an effect!" spoke a man in his twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking polite, with a silver shield-like coat of arms at the collar.

"Tegel Editor!" Yvonne shouted from the sidelines and ran over, holding a couple of pamphlets with brown paper covers, "I've found you!"

"Oh, Yvonne, come on!" said the young man named Tegel, smiling.

The two summoners who had just spoken to each other looked at Tegel with strange eyes, and then walked away as if he were a dangerous man.

"Yvonne! how many copies are sent?" asked Tegel.

"As soon as they saw me holding the Summoner's Diary, they ran away, and they didn't know why. Yvonne looked helpless.

"It's okay, Yvonne, you still have a chance," Tegel whispered, looking down, "there's another person over there by the window." ”

Yvonne looked at the window to the side, "Anton Salon, I know him!" he said and ran towards Anton Salon.

Anton Saron had been looking at Yvonne and Tegel, so he guessed Yvonne's intentions, "What is this?" He took the booklet with a brown paper cover, only to see that it read "Summoner's Diary".

"A very famous magazine, the content is very good! for free!" Yvonne said pleasantly, and when he laughed, his cheeks would bulge so high that people would want to laugh.

"But you need to look at the place where you have your back, this magazine is too well-known" Tegel walked over at some point, "If you look in public, you will definitely be snatched by others, this is advice for you!"

Anton Saron looked at Tegel, who should have been twenty-five years of age or older, with thin cheeks, yellow skin, and a pair of small black eyes under square black-rimmed glasses, which, judging by the deep expression lines on his face, should have been smiling a lot.

"Yvonne, we should go!" Tegel said with a grin, and Yvonne looked horrified as several red-clad inquisitors approached them.

Tegel picked up the empty plate beside Anton Saron and threw it at the Inquisitors, then shouted something that Anton Saron did not understand, and a flash of silver light flashed, and he and Yvonne appeared behind the Inquisitors. The Inquisitors dodged the flying plates and ran towards Tegel and Yvonne. Tegel smashed the nearest window with a spell, and dragged Yvonne by the arm out of the auditorium. Anton Salons didn't know why the Inquisitors were chasing Yvonne and them, but he couldn't think about it right now.

The sound of the table shattering and screaming drew Anton's attention to the place where Eroni had just stood, who was gone, replaced by Aslema and Kimberly, who were dueling, and yes, this guy was the blonde boy he had seen in the Great Hall that day. Asremma's weapon was still his metal rod, and Kimberly held a long sword. Obviously, under the influence of anger, Asrema was even more powerful than before, although the opponent's swordsmanship was also very good, his bloodshot eyes and somewhat hoarse angry shouts were indeed chilling, taking advantage of Kimberly's distraction, he charged a blow and smashed his opponent's longsword into the marble floor of the Great Hall, and then took advantage of the momentum to cross the metal rod, knocking him to the ground.

Just as Asrema was about to follow up to make up for the fatal blow, a tall and immensely athletic boy appeared in front of him. If he guessed correctly, this is Herbert, who has the nickname "Ironclad Summoner". Herbert wore metal gloves and silver armor all but the joints, and it was surprising that he was fully armed for the rally. Asrema didn't care so much, he swung the metal stick in his hand and tried to attack Herbert, no matter how he attacked, his opponent just stood still in place. After a few times, Asrema only felt his hands tingle, however, he also thought of a way to win.

"Metals are good conductors of heat. Asrema chuckled as he folded his hands and Herbert's metal armor immediately steamed. Herbert fell to the ground, writhing in pain, and let out a ghostly howl.

"It's time for your show to be over, Asrema!" spoke a tall, handsome boy in a bronzed robe and navy blue trousers, his handsome face full of disdain and disdain.

"Who are you?" Asrema asked sharply.

"My name is Singana, and the two you just knocked down are my friends. "Singana's ability to speak has helped Herbert lift the spell.

Asrema hated the tone of Singana's voice, and he was now furious, so he rushed forward without much thought, but suddenly some thick vines grew from the marble floor under his feet, entangled his legs, and at the same time, Kimberly rushed forward with a long sword. Asrema bent down to dodge Kimberly's attack, then untied his scarf, wrapped it around Kimberly's sword-holding hand as he got up, grabbed the end of the scarf with his right hand and tugged hard, and slammed the elbow of his left arm in the face. Kimberly's nose bone was broken by Asrema, and he fell to the ground on his back with his nose covered, blood gushing out of his nose.

However, what Asrema didn't expect was that the huge Herbert rushed over at great speed, his legs were entangled, and he didn't prevent such an attack, so he couldn't dodge it and took a heavy punch from Herbert. Herbert's punch hit Asrema in the heart, and Asrema immediately fell to her knees, spitting blood while pouring her breath, looking extremely painful.

"Honey!" Eroni cried and ran to Asrema's side, her eyes full of helplessness and pity.

"Arrowie, get out of the way!" was Inssomina's voice, Arrowney was surprised for a moment, and then heard the sound of a huge metal crashing -

Eroni slowly looked up, only to see Insominia parrying Herbert's iron fist with his sword, and if he hadn't appeared in time, Asrema might have died. "Thank you!

"Get out of the way!" Insominia shouted, slamming Herbert's fist away.

"Swift Shadow Summoner - Insomina," Singana's slow, haughty voice rang out again, "It's amazingly fast!"

Insominia ignored Singana, and he raised his sword and spun in the air, the blade striking Herbert's armor on the shoulder, knocking him to his knees. He didn't stop there, but raised his knee and struck Herbert in the ear, instantly deafing his opponent, and the whole move lasted no more than three seconds.

"Well—so fast!" Herbert rolled aside, clutching his bleeding ears, fearful of being completely deaf by Insominia.

"I don't think you should be a summoner, you should be an assassin!" said Singana scoffingly, as he spoke, a flaming flame encircling Insominia in the middle.

"Looks like you're good at fire magic!" Inthominia clasped his hands together, and a powerful force caused a change in the air flow around him, blowing his thick long hair, and with a wave of his hands to the sides, the flames that surrounded him disappeared immediately.

The other summoners and apprentices in the auditorium were spectators, and at this moment, they were enjoying a regular and extraordinary magic show, and from time to time they let out a cry of surprise, for example, at this moment, it was not known how Insominia had counteracted Sengana's magic.

"Your magic doesn't work for me!" Insominia looked at Singana with disdain.

"Don't be too happy!" Singana's handsome face turned red with rage, and he raised his hands in front of him, chanted a spell, and locked onto the target barrier with both hands, casting a crimson fireball.

Insominia chuckled, he raised his left hand, a powerful magical force condensed in his palm, and the crimson fireball inexplicably disappeared before it could approach him.

"W-is this a void spell?"

"Impossible, the Void Spell will distort the enchantment space, and the space was not distorted just now. ”

"And what kind of spell is this?"

"A spell we've never seen before!"

"This spell is simply terrifyingly powerful, does Insominia say-"

"Magic Immunity, I know you want to say this!"

"As far as I know," Singana's voice trembled slightly, "this is the Imperial Thaumaturgy of the Spellbreaker Family, but the Spellbreaker Family no longer exists—"

"It's true that the Spellbreaker family doesn't exist anymore, but their spells can be learned by others!" Insominia said.

A sly smile appeared on Sengana's face, and his hands hanging at his sides moved slightly, and some huge vines immediately drilled out of the ground and wrapped around the left half of Insominia's body at such a speed that it was embarrassing. At the same time, Herbert slammed his iron fist into the ground not far away, and a powerful shockwave was transmitted from the ground, and all the marble in its path was shattered-

Inthominia raised her sword to cut the vines, but it was too late, and Singana cast a second spell, a spell that was so powerful that it could be seen in the wide eyes of the rest.

"Secret Method: Flame Burial!"

A scorching stream of magic ignited the air around it, and a giant pillar of fire swirled towards Insominia, burning even the hard marble to charcoal ash in its path...... However, at this moment, a tall and lanky body appeared between Insominia and the pillar of fire—

Inthonya's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, "Anton Sharon - do you want to die? Get out of the way!" he shouted a little bit.

Anton Saron didn't speak, he opened his arms and closed his eyes slightly, only to see that his body suddenly lit up with golden light, and the golden light became brighter and brighter, dazzling, everyone present was surprised by this, each opened their eyes and opened their mouths wide, they couldn't believe that this person in front of them was actually the most untalented summoner - Anton Salon.

"The slow sunlight evenly sprinkled on the surface of the glittering lake, and the magical surface of the lake reflected a golden light. There were two people sitting on the shores of the lake, Stanny and Anton Saron.

"The lake is so beautiful. Anton Salons exclaimed.

"There are many beautiful things in this world, but most of them are short-lived. Stanley's words suddenly lacked a smooth tone, which made Anton Salonn very uncomfortable.

"I feel like I have an obligation to protect these beautiful things. Anton Saron squinted his eyes at the middle of the lake and said seriously.

"Guard?" Stanny suddenly stared at Anton Salon, his bean-sized eyes.

Anton Sharon nodded, knowing that Stanley was staring at him, so he still kept his eyes on the lake.

"It's hard to protect something, and sometimes it's a sacrifice. Stanny pulled out a large purple essence from his pocket.

"Are you going to give this to me?" asked Anton Sharon because Stanny had promised him a piece of the Great Essence.

"I'm going to teach you a spell that requires the use of the Great Essence," Stanley said as he fiddled with the Great Essence in his hand, "The creator of this spell is Zhong Ya, the strongest female summoner in Valoran, and the spell is called 'Life Passing Wish'. The effect of this spell is to create a magic shield against any attack!"

"Any attack?" said Anton Salon, surprised.

"Not bad, but if the attack is too strong, this shield will consume the caster's life force to maintain the shield until the caster dies!" Stanny's words made Anton Saron's body tremble involuntarily.

"That's—"

Stanny interrupted what Anton Sharon was about to say with a wave of his hand, "So use the Great Essence, use the power of the Great Essence to maintain the shield, this spell must be cast with the help of the Great Essence, otherwise you are likely to die-"

"Master Stanley! I'm sorry, but summoners at the War College are not allowed to use runes or essences without permission. Anton Saron whispered, a crystal tear coming out of the corner of his eye.

"Forbidden Technique: Life Wishes!"

"Anton Saron - you fool! Wake up - wake up!" Insominia shook Anton Salon, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"Insol, he—he's going to be fine—" Eroni looked at Anton Salon, nervously.

Singana and Herbert were dumbfounded for a few moments, and then dragged Kimberly out of the Great Hall with him on the ground.

"Insol! no—use the tube—I," Asrema said to Insominia beside him, coughing vigorously, "quick—send him—to the hospital—"

"Blame the damn guys! Blame them!" said Aroni, pointing her finger to the ground beside her.

"Don't say it—Eronie," Insominia looked angry, "it's all because of you!"

"Because of me—I—I don't understand—" Arrowney looked innocent.

"At this point, you don't recognize your mistake!" Inthominia picked up Anton Saron and walked towards the door of the auditorium, "Anton Saron dared to risk his life to save us at a critical moment, and you, you can only bring harm to Asrema." ”

[Author's Note]

*Level 1 Summoner: League of Legends divides the official summoner into 6 levels, with the Level 1 Summoner being the lowest level and wearing the Griffin crest.

* Lux: A native of Demacia, the twin sister of Galen, the leader of the Dreadnought Vanguard, and a famous hero of League of Legends.

*Five-year students: The official summoners of the War College are divided into five grades, and the five-year students refer to the fifth year, and after the fifth year students graduate, they will be assigned jobs by the alliance or recommended to other city-states.