Chapter 5: The Five Great Disciples

【Precedent】

No matter how far the road is, there will be an end, and the pain, no matter how much it is cut, will eventually dissipate. In the painful years, only with hope can we live strongly, and in ordinary days, only with dreams in our hearts, we will not hesitate.

When we look at the scrolls of memory, it is not difficult to find that there are always people who come and go, but there are always people who stay by our side. In fact, no one in this world is lonely, but we always walk with our heads down, and we never look to either side.

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Session 1: Let go of the hand holding you

"Everyone we love is an angel. If, because of your love, the angels have to break their wings, then your love is not love, but selfish possession.

In this world, there is always someone who has been silently caring about you and watching you, but he is always hiding in the shadows and is unwilling to approach you again. 」

One

"Is this Maude Town? not what I imagined!" Asrema looked at the depressed town in front of him, the road was lined with dilapidated houses, some of which were supposed to have been destroyed by fire, leaving only the dark remains of roof trusses. It was early afternoon, but the heavy rain had not yet cleared, and the scene in front of me was even more unsettling.

"It is said that it used to be a bustling town. As she walked forward, Insominia looked around the deserted alleys as if they were surrounded by passers-by.

Both of them wore large brown cloaks and huge hoods, looking like rangers on the move. They had walked about half a mile and finally came across a building with people, a three-story tavern that, strangely enough, had no signs. Insominia glanced at the lintel, then walked straight into the tavern door. Asrema looked carefully to the left and right before following in.

The hall of the tavern is spacious, and the seats and chandeliers are new, and it looks like it has just opened. As expected, there were so few guests in the tavern that most of the seats in the spacious hall were unoccupied. Aslema and Insominia sat down in their seats near the stairs, and they noticed that the guests were staring at them with surprise, a behavior that had begun as soon as they walked in.

"I hate that look!" Asrema glared viciously at everyone who looked at her with strange eyes, her fists clenched.

"It is said that Anton Saron is watched like this every day. Insominia chuckled.

"Why are we here? and how can there be such a tavern here?" Asrema tried to avoid the angry looks, but it looked really difficult, and the guests stared at them as if by some kind of magic.

"People who stop in Maude Town will come here, but they rarely see summoners," Insominia squinted at the stocky middle-aged man not far away, "They should already know that we are summoners, that's why they see us like this." ”

"We're dressed like this, and we're still recognizable. Asrema is right, their clothes are normal in Valoran.

"We have magical blood in our blood, and they can feel it through their breath. Insominia replied.

Asrema glanced at Insominia's dark eyes, then turned her gaze away, "Aren't there any bartenders here?"

"The bartender here is special!" said Insominia, bringing up a silver bell from under the table and shaking it twice vigorously. The melodious sound of the bell rang in their ears, and at the same time, a figure with a faint blue light appeared beside the two of them. To be precise, it was a middle-aged man, a bearded, stocky middle-aged man. The creature's body resembles a prism through which objects behind it can be seen vaguely.

"This-you-are-" Asrema looked at the guy beside him, and suddenly his mouth grew, he couldn't say anything, and there was only one word left in his mind - ghost.

The ghost looked at the two young men in front of him with his big bean eyes hidden in his bushy beard, "What do you need to say quickly, I don't want to waste time!"

"I want to see your boss, just tonight. Insominia said as she pulled a cup-sized gold coin from her pocket and pressed it to the table.

"You add another one, and I can consider your request!" the ghost said with a glance at the gold coins on the table, his hands crossed over his chest, and rather breathlessly.

Inthony did so, and he pulled out another gold coin, but this time, he pressed a note between the two gold coins. The ghost glanced at Insominia, then stared at the gold coin, as if he was about to eat it. Insominia chuckled and waved her hand, motioning for the ghost to take the gold coins away. The ghost barked out his two front teeth in amusement, and at the same time, he had an extra pair of brown leather gloves on his hands, which, unlike his body, were corporeal. He then grabbed the gold coin on the table, picked it up and kissed it several times, before holding the note between the gold coins into a ball and holding it in the palm of his hand.

"There really are ghosts in this world!" Asrema said as the ghost vanished.

"These guys were originally humans, and during the Fifth Rune War, they betrayed Exio for money. So Axio cursed them so that they would never die well, and that they would never feel the beauty of the world. Insominia explained.

"Why did they get the gold coins when they didn't have a physical body?" Asrema looked puzzled, "Is it because—that glove!?"

"That's right, the owner of this tavern is the man we're looking for," Insominia smiled, "and he's made a glove that can be worn on the ghost's hand, giving them back the ability to hold entities. ”

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The dry and cold air precipitated the solemn night, and in the misty sky, the silver moon hung alone, and the stars had long since lost their brilliance due to cowardice, and sometimes the gloomy wind that swept through the world added a bit of gloom. The doors of Maudetown's tavern were closed, and the wind lamps on either side of the door were like a pair of dying fireflies in the wind, and although they flaped their tiny wings desperately, life would be over when the flickering fire was extinguished. The heavy iron rings hanging from the big iron gate kept knocking on the iron door, and the slightly sharp accent echoed in the open streets, each sound was enough to make people's hearts chill. The hall of the tavern was empty, and the two chandeliers hanging in the center of the dome were lit empty, as if to illuminate something that could not be hidden. Ascending the staircase in the center of the hall was the second floor of the tavern, where it was pitch black, and the light shared by the staircase pierced the dark corner like a sword.

Two darker silhouettes flashed through the darkness, and they quickly made their way through the narrow hallway and appeared on the third floor. The window there was facing the moon disk in the treetops, and the cold light seeped into the darkness little by little, reflecting the faces of two figures, Insominia and Asrema. The two nodded to each other, then pushed open the door at the end of the hallway.

The room was dark, and the three candles on the table opposite the door were about to burn out, and the solidified white wax droplets were almost hiding the wax core. Behind the large wooden table was a single bed, on which a middle-aged man reclined, writing something earnestly, as if unaware of his visit. Insominia and Asrema walked softly to the table in the center of the room, and both of them saw the red magic charm on the wooden table, which was already deep in the surface of the wooden table, and looked like an ugly scar.

"Hello, young man, would you like some fruit wine? I made it myself. The middle-aged man spoke, not looking up as he spoke, but pointing down at the wooden table with the quill in his hand. Something miraculous happened, and there were two metal wine glasses on the magic charm, filled with red fruit wine, which was very tempting in terms of color and aroma.

Asrema involuntarily reached for the glass, and when he was halfway through his movements, Insominia jerked his wrist and motioned with her eyes for him not to do so. "The fruit wine looks tempting, but for the nobility, I have tasted too much of this level of wine. Asrema nodded slightly, his words were obviously for the middle-aged man.

"You're cautious, and rightly so. In Maude Town, suspicion and vigilance are necessary. The middle-aged man smiled, his voice soothing and deep, making it sound calm.

"Lord Cohen, I am Insominia, the son of Arroyo Spellbreaker, and this is Asrema, the son of Alston. We're here to take what belongs to our family. Insominia said straight to the point, while Asrema looked puzzled, Insominia had never said that he had come to get something back.

"It's not with me, you need to find it yourself. Cohen's tone was a little cold, and his expression became serious.

"I don't think we have much time, and there's no point in delaying on this kind of issue. "Insominha's attitude looks resolute.

"Simply put, you need to find six things, things left by your fathers, that will help you solve the mystery of the prophecy. But none of them are with me. Cohen's tone returned to his usual calmness, but his words clearly did not satisfy the guests.

"Tell us what these six things are. Insominia took a step forward, her black eyes shining with anticipation.

"I've been cursed!" Cohen finally looked up, his chestnut eyes reflecting the surprised expressions of Insominia and Asrema.

"What did you say!?" Insominia asked, wide-eyed.

"Ashram, he just put a spell on me for this moment to come, and all I have to do is say these things, and the spell will take effect. Cohen's bronzed face was full of undoubtedness.

"Isn't it okay to write on paper?" Asrema looked at the quill in Cohen's hand and the stack of white paper.

Cohen shook his head, "Ashram's spell is invulnerable, of course it's not okay to do that. ”

"If only Anton Sharon were here, he could use mind-sighting to know your memories. Insominia looked disappointed. Asrema glanced at him, a little stunned.

"Mindfulness?Anton Salon?" Cohen sat up from the bed, his legs so immobile that he couldn't get out of bed, "you mean—the descendants of the Wisher family are still alive?"

"Of course, he's alive, and like us, he's now a summoner. Insominia smiled at Cohen.

Cohen lowered his head and showed a relieved expression, "The power to change fate is in the hands of your generation, those of us who have experienced the war know the pain left by the war the most, good luck, young people." As soon as he finished speaking, he began to write on the paper again, but this time, very quickly.

Insominia and Asrema immediately understood what Cohen meant, but the sight in front of them made them shudder even more. As Cohen continued to leave his own handwriting on the paper, his body began to emit a scorching white gas, and the smell of burnt flesh quickly filled the room. Cohen gritted his teeth, his trembling right hand scribbling every word on the paper, and finally, crimson flames burst out of his body and quickly consumed him.

"Take it—take it!" Cohen, covered in flames, used his last strength to hand the paper to Insomina, "Get out of here!"

As Somminia quickly took the paper, he had no time to marvel at Cohen's extraordinary endurance, for the flames on the other side's body had spread rapidly, igniting the wooden bed and table legs, and at this rate, the room and even the entire tavern would soon be in flames—

"Forbidden Technique: Teleportation in Zero Seconds!"

After a sharp thud, Insominia and Asrema appeared in a clearing not far from the tavern, the tavern behind them had exploded, shattering into several fire points a few feet square, the crimson flames were so hot that even at this distance, they could still feel a noticeable burning sensation. Looking at the two of them again, although they were spared by Sominia's zero-second teleportation, they were still injured to varying degrees.

"When did you learn this spell?" Asrema looked terrified, he had just come close to meeting the Grim Reaper. But right now, the burns on his arm were sobering him up with great pain. The burns were severe, the skin was completely burned off, revealing red flesh and some charred clothing sticking to the remaining skin.

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible—" Insominia gasped as he lay on the ground, the forbidden spell had consumed most of his strength. However, while trying to stand, he spotted a fragment of a wooden wedge that had pierced the outside of his knee. Judging by the current situation, he can't stand up for the time being.

"Around us—" Asrema struggled to his feet, as a six-foot-long metal rod appeared out of thin air on his uninjured hand, "There are ghosts all around here, I can feel their breath!"

"It turns out that these guys were sent by Ashram to spy on Cohen!" Insominia suddenly remembered something, he remembered the red charm he had seen on the lintel when he first arrived at the tavern at noon today, and that spell was the same as the one on Cohen's table, and the fruit wine that Cohen had used to entertain them had just been summoned to that charm, could it be—"Asrema, cover me! I know how to deal with these ghosts!" Insominia said as she took out the paper that Cohen had given her, and in addition to some unintelligible words, there were two red nine-pointed star arrays.

"Nine-pointed Star Array, such a precise summoning circle is actually drawn on paper, what is it for?" Asrema had apparently seen the circle as well. However, as soon as he finished speaking, a bright silver blade came out of thin air and struck him, and in the light of the moon, this sharp blade was extremely dazzling. Although it was only a sharp blade, it attacked like a living creature with hands, feet, and minds! Asrema blocked the blade with a metal rod and turned the blade to press it down. "It's the ghost who wields the blade, and it's so hard to fight an unseen enemy!" he said, gritting his teeth, the pain in the burn on his left arm unbearable.

As Aslemag blocked the blades, more similar blades were approaching the two of them. Inthominia closed her eyes slightly, and the words in her mouth flashed red. It didn't take long for the two nine-pointed star arrays on the paper to flicker with the same light, and the two objects were summoned to the paper with this light. It was a glass of fruit wine, and a silver bell. When Sominia had completed the spell, he immediately picked up the silver bell and shook it vigorously twice. A series of huge silver bells sounded like a death knell, bringing boundless terror into the world, and in the darkness of the night, some dark blue forms appeared, a large group of ghosts, each wearing brown leather gloves and holding sharp blades. Judging by the expressions of these ghosts, the silver ringtones also made them feel fear.

"The sound of this bell makes people sound uneasy!" Asrema felt goosebumps all over her body, and she couldn't help but tremble twice, not because the wound was too painful, but because the sound of the bell had a magic that pulled fear out of her heart.

"It's the bell of fear, and when you hear it from a ghost or a human, you get terrified. Insominia's face was a little pale, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound on his knee.

"This was left to us by that Cohen?" Asrema asked, looking at the huge silver bell in Insomina's hand and the glass of fruit wine on the ground.

"Yes, this fruit wine can cause damage to ghosts when smeared on weapons. Insominia said as she drew her sword from behind her back and sprinkled the glass of fruit wine on it.

"But—there are so many of them, even with these two things, we still can't win!" Asrema gritted her teeth and frowned, "If I could have been stronger, I wouldn't have been forced into such a situation!"

"You're strong enough, man!" Inthominia patted Asrema on the shoulder, "I'm to blame for this, if it weren't for me, this wouldn't have happened today!"

The wind enveloped the chill of the skull, and ruffled the hair of Insominia and Asrema. The ghosts approached the two of them little by little, and though they were a little afraid of the silver bell in Inthominia's hand and the long sword sprinkled with fruit wine, the numerical superiority gave the fellows some confidence.

"Some are unwilling, but some fates we must accept. Inthominia stood up with his sword in hand, his wounded leg dangling, ready to charge at the great crowd of ghosts in front of him.

An inexplicable loud bang suddenly sounded in the chaotic darkness, like the sharpness of the peerless blades that shook the heavens after they struck, and like the roar of the mighty mountains and rivers of the ancient beasts. Asrema and Insominia covered their ears and bent over, even though they felt their eardrums about to be torn apart by the terrible sound. Looking at the ghosts again, each disembodied ghost seemed to turn into a piece of glass that shimmered with a faint blue light, and then little by little cracked and shattered from the center, and finally turned into blue particles in the space.

It felt like they were in a dream, and both Asrema and Insominia felt as if their minds had suddenly wandered out of their bodies, and by the time they came back to their senses, the group of ghosts had disappeared, and a tall man in a red robe walked out of the dark blue mist. Both of them became alert, for as the man kept getting closer, a real sense of oppression followed. However, as they gradually saw the man's face clearly, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise.

"Lord Bezod—you—why are you here?" Insominia recognized Bezod first, but his mind could not give the answer to the question.

"You'll know, now I'm going to get you out of here. Bezod's voice was soft, but there was an irresistible force in his words, and in the face of this power, the two young men had no choice but to comply.

Two

It had snowed several times at the War College, and the sheer whiteness of the snow somewhat obscured the solemnity of the tall buildings. For most summoners, snow viewing is one of the most pleasant things of the year, and it is rare for them to see absolutely pure things in their lives, so snow is more of a sustenance and hope for them.

Aroni hadn't seen Asrema for a week, and although a new "pet" was added every day to help her cope with her loneliness, she couldn't help but worry when she had nothing to spare. It was only then that she could think of going to the library, and when she got there, she would always meet Anton Saron and Koria.

"The sister is here again. Coria whispered to Anton Sharon, who was sitting beside him, who was reading a magic tome at the moment.

"Come to Asrema, I know. Anton Salon's face didn't care, in fact, he wanted to raise his head, find Eroni, and then secretly look at the other party.

"Did you see Asrema?"

Aroni's silver bell-like voice came to her ears, and at the same time, there was a strong smell of perfume on her body, like the scent of roses, but a little untimely sweetness mixed in it. Anton Sharon was startled at first, but he gradually realized that this was not the main reason for his rapid heartbeat. Seeing this, Coria hurriedly touched him with her elbow, and if it weren't for that, he still wouldn't have realized that he had to raise his head. Arroni's outfit is as imagined, and she will always be the "one in a thousand" of the War College. The white cotton dress was knee-length, and the combination of navy blue leggings and high heels made her look like a princess of some country. She also had a snow-white autumn coat in the crook of her arm, and the fabric should be made of precious animal skins. Of course, if that's all there is, it's not very special. Eroni still wears a white jade headband today, which is said to have been given to her by a nobleman from Ionia. The head band is made of Ionian white jade, which is engraved with delicate patterns, and the white jade is even more delicate and moist, like mutton fat, which is rare in Ionia. However, this white jade headband is indeed very worthy of Ronnie, she is already like a congealed face, and she can be broken by blowing.

Anton Sharon felt as if he was speechless for a moment, and although he wanted to say the word "I don't know", his open mouth could not make a sound at all. Until Aroni and him looked at each other, for a moment, maybe not even a second, the two of them looked away from each other almost simultaneously.

"He's not here, and we haven't seen him in days. Koria said with a smile.

"Well," said Arroni, looking disappointed, bowing her head, "Well, I'll look elsewhere." ”

"I'll go with you, and I'll probably help you. Anton Salons stood up abruptly and closed the book in his hand at the same time. This behavior surprised Eloni and Coria.

"Well, thank you so much!" Eroni smiled at Anton Sallon and walked over to the other, "So—where do we go first?"

"Mentor Sivir's house. Anton Saron replied without thinking, and after seeing the surprised expressions of Coria and Aroni, he decided to give some explanation, "Insol often goes to Mentor Sivir, and Asrema is often with Insol. So—"

"I see, then, let's go!" Koria squeezed between Eroni and Anton Saron, tugging at their robes and walking towards the door.

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"How about some wine, babies?" said Sivir, listlessly opening the wine cabinet pinned to the wall and pulling out a bottle of red wine from it. She was wearing a dress-like nightgown at the moment, and her eyes were hazy, as if she was sleepwalking now.

"I'll help you!" Elirina said, taking the wine from Xavier's hand.

"Okay, thank you!" Sivir stroked Elirena's burgundy hair, inadvertently messing it up.

"Why are you here?" asked Anton Sharon as he picked up his glass, looking away when he saw Elirena staring at him with her strange eyes.

"Come and ask Mentor Sivir for a question. Elirena replied, her voice soft and cold.

"So, those two boys haven't been back for a long time?" Sivir slumped on the couch across from Anton Salonn and Coria and threw his arms around Eloni's neck, startling the other.

"yes, I'm worried about them. Judging from Eroni's tone and eyes, her words were sincere.

"Don't worry. Sivir smiled slightly, letting Eroni lean on his shoulder, "They'll be fine, they're the strongest among the apprentice summoners at the War College!"

As Sivir spoke to Arroni, Anton Saron looked around Sivir's living room. This living room is the size of a large classroom, with off-white paint on all four walls and ceiling, and three white sconces in the shape of roses set in the center of the three walls except the door. But only one light was on at the moment, so the light in the room was very dim. Still, Anton Salonn saw something that surprised him - the cloak of Inthominia, the gray cloak that lay on the windowsill, next to a crystal bottle. Immediately after that, he noticed something else, there seemed to be some glowing gas in the crystal bottle, these gases were white, and although the crystal bottle did not have a stopper, these gases did not overflow from the mouth of the bottle, but slowly rotated around a certain center.

"Does Insol come here often?" asked Anton Saron suddenly.

"Huh?" said Sivir, with a surprised expression, "why do you ask?"

"The cloak at the window is what Insol has to wear when he goes out. Anton Salon, pointing to the cloak on the windowsill, "If I'm not mistaken, Insol comes here every time before he goes out, or from here—"

"What do you want to say!?" Sivir suddenly approached Anton Saron with a hairy smile. This expression is completely inconsistent with her, who has always been gentle and considerate to her students, and people can't help but suspect that she is a different person at this time.

However, before Anton Sharon could be surprised, Elirena, who was sitting not far from him, screamed. Elirena's scream was more terrifying and surprising than Sivir's expression before, because the scream could already be described as hoarse. However, everyone also noticed that Elirina was staring at the crystal bottle on the windowsill at the moment, her strange eyes had completely turned silver-gray, and her body was trembling with fear. Perhaps, in her eyes, the plain crystal bottle has been transformed into some kind of exotic monster.

"Y-what's wrong!?" Koria tried to touch Elirena's body, but was stopped by Sivir.

Sivir glanced at Elirena, then frowned, staring at the crystal bottle that had been placed on the windowsill, and at the same time, the crystal bottle was shattered by some force, and the white gas that had been contained inside disappeared. It may be that Sivir was moving so fast that Anton Saron, Arroni, and Coria couldn't see her hand raised, or what was being thrown.

"Mindsight: Mind Snooping!"

Wanting to find the answer on his own, Anton Sharon quickly entered Elirena's psychic world, and if he could, he would love to help the other party calm down, but unlike all the psychic worlds he entered, there was no psychic portal in the sights. Anton Salons knows that there are two parts to everyone's spiritual world, and the sector outside the door is absolutely dark, and only he can have a vision in this absolutely dark place and find the location of the door to the heart. The world inside the door will have different appearances depending on the individual. For example, the mental world of Anrila and Coria is a paradise of blue skies, green grass and beautiful rainbows, the mental world of Insol and Fronza is bustling like a metropolis, and the mental world of Eroni is made of clouds of various colors and feels like a world of clouds. However, despite his vision at the moment, Anton Saron could not find the location of the door to the heart, and remembering some strange things that had happened to Elirina before, he made a bold conjecture - someone had set up a protective barrier specifically for the purpose of seeing the mind.

"Anton Saron, what are you thinking?"

Sivir's words took Anton Saron out of Elirena's psychic world, and at this time, Elirena was crying on Sivir's knees. Koria and Aroni, who were sitting on the side, looked at a loss.

"Did it happen—what?" Eroni glanced at the shattered crystal bottle on the windowsill, and then at Elirina who was crying, "What's wrong with that bottle?"

"Nothing—" Sivir replied at a blistering pace.

"Sister Elirena!" Coria said, trying to touch Elirena's shoulder.

"Don't touch her!" Sivir suddenly shouted, and Coria was so frightened that she sat directly on the ground, not only Coria, but also Elooni and Anton Salon, who had never seen Sivir so excited. "I'm sorry - scared you, I just- worried about her too much. Sivir scratched his head and smiled in embarrassment.

"Are you alright, Mentor. Eroni asked tentatively.

"It's all right — of course it's okay. Sivir pinched Arrowney's face, "You can sleep here tonight, the War College should have activated the protective rune." ”

"I'm sorry for your trouble. Anton Sharon owed slightly, he didn't want to stay here, after all, since he was a child, the best place he lived in was the dormitory of the War College, and the thought of sleeping in such a magnificent house made it a little strange.

"What's the matter, Anton Saron?" Sivir put his arm around Anton Saron's shoulder, not caring that his strength would hurt the other party, "Were you scared by me just now?" I'm sorry, let's sleep here tonight, you can choose the room here except my room!"

"Ah, what about me?" Eroni blinked her large, silver-gray eyes with her left index finger against her lower lip.

"You can sleep with me tonight!" Sivir laughed, probably not noticing that Elirena was still crying.

"Ahh......hh

"What's wrong? don't you want to?" Sivir leaned down, put his head close to Arrowny's head, grabbed Arrowney's shoulder tightly with his left hand, and slightly cocked the corners of his mouth, "You don't have the right to refuse!"

"Ah......h

"Well, that's good—" Sivir touched Arrowny's head, then took Elirina and Arrowney's hands and walked up the stairs. "You two gentlemen are free to do so!Good night, good dreams!" She glanced back at Anton Saron and Coria as she walked up the **** steps.

"That crystal bottle—" Kolya finally spoke, waiting for Sivir and the others to disappear at the end of the stairs.

"Well, I found out too. It was a divination bottle, and Elirena must have seen it somewhere. Anton Saron walked over to the windowsill and picked up a crystal shard scattered on it, where some pure white gas remained, "This bottle must have given her a horrible memory." ”

"Sister Elirena, pathetic," Coria whispered, "you can help her, right? You can see her memories, right?"

Anton Salonon shook his head, "Elirena's psychic portal was hidden by someone using magic, and I couldn't find that door, and I couldn't enter her psychic world. ”

"How could it be- like this. Coria looked disappointed.

"Don't worry, there will be an answer," Anton Salon, patting Coria on the shoulder, "I'll go and ask Fronza tomorrow, I hope he can know why." ”

"You just gave Sister Eloni a note, didn't you? Are you suspicious of Mentor Sivir?" Coria abruptly changed the subject, but in fact, he had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

"Mentor Sivir is a person with a strange personality, and anything can happen to her. Anton Ssalon sat on the windowsill and looked up at the moon disk hanging above the treetops, "I just wanted to give Arroni some reminders that she will make it to the end with Asremma." ”

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Eloni wrapped herself in a bath towel and prepared to walk out of the bathroom with her clothes in her arms. At that moment, she suddenly remembered something. She hurriedly put down her clothes and pulled out a note from the pocket of her jacket.

"Arroni: If you want to make it to the end with Asrema, you need to end unnecessary relationships as soon as possible. Destroy the letters that the other boys have given you, if you don't want Asrema to see them too. - Anton Ssalon"

After reading it, Arroni crumpled the note and held it in the palm of her hand. She looked up at the bathroom ceiling and curled the corners of her mouth slightly, "What a fool! ”

Three

The spacious hall was filled with metallic magical appliances, to be precise, everything in the hall was metal, even the walls with a distinct curve. Judging from the open-air ceiling of the hall, it was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected by the glass panels, and it was transformed into a large golden glow on the metal wall. Strange as it may seem, it's November, but the open-roofed hall is as warm as summer, and perhaps the answer lies in the many magical appliances. But none of that matters anymore......

"Are you awake?"

The sound came from between the thick metal pipes, and God knows what they were for. And this loud voice, but containing terrifying power, can only belong to one person, and that is Bezod.

"yes, I slept for a long time. Insominia walked down the metal steps to the metal pipes, "What are these for?"

"Particle accelerators, premium goods from Hextech. Bezod poked his head out of the metal pipes, his hair a little messy, and his face was covered in a black substance like paint.

"You're still interested in these things, summoners should be loyal opponents of Hextech. Insominia touched the metal pipes, but he immediately regretted them, they were hotter than boiling water. "Oh! shit!" he hurriedly blew on his scalded finger.

"I forgot to warn you, this thing is broken, and I'm trying to fix it!" Bezod said, burying his head between the pile of metal pipes again.

"May I ask a question?" Insominia looked as she moved away from the hot metal pipes, which looked getting hotter.

"Just ask. Bezod's muffled voice came from between the pipes, and it seemed as if he had gotten into the pipes.

"How do you know we're in Maude, and the timing is just right to save us?" asked Inthominia.

"You're about to become our disciples, and I don't want you to die before then. Bezod replied.

"I see—" Insominia chuckled, "I heard about that, and I didn't expect the sophomore to be chosen." ”

"The number of summoners at the War Academy is very small, and there are no more than a thousand of them, including you apprentices. All resources are precious and must be utilized. "Bezod got out of the metal pipe, and it looked like he had finished repairing it.

"If I'm not mistaken, you chose us for some other purpose. Insominia asked, staring into Bezod's eyes, unaware that he was doing something that no one else dared to do.

However, Bezod was not angry, and what was even more surprising was that he avoided the other party's gaze and walked to the cabinet next to the metal pipes and took out a bottle of butterbeer from it. "You must be thirsty for so many words!" said Bezord, tossing the butterbeer to Insomina, "If you want to talk about the purpose, there must be one, first of all, tell me your purpose, why did you go to Maudetown?"

"You don't have the right to know. Insominia pulled the Butterbeer cork with her hand, "I'm sorry, I mean, you didn't have to know about it. ”

"For this?" said Bezord, holding his left hand in front of him, holding a piece of parchment between his index and middle fingers.

Insomina's eyes widened for a moment, it was the same prompt Cohen had given him before he died, "You-you can't take other people's things!"

"I took it because— I don't think you know the words on it. Bezod said as he tossed the parchment to Insomina.

Insominia took the parchment and opened it to look at it carefully. However, to his surprise, there was not a single word that he could read, and the words were made up of familiar letters, but they were arranged in a chaotic way that made it impossible to guess the meaning. On the other hand, the two nine-pointed star arrays originally painted in the upper left corner are also missing. Insominia looked up and looked at Bezod, he didn't speak, but there was something already conveyed in his eyes.

"Questioning eyes!" Bezod took a sip of Butterbeer, "Your suspicions are warranted, the Nine-Pointed Star Array will disappear as soon as it completes its summoning." And then there's – you can see behind you. ”

Insominia glanced at Bezod, then turned to see a metal table in front of him, filled with all sorts of tomes, and scattered white papers, all of which were filled with letters.

"As you can see, I didn't do anything with this parchment. "During the three days you have been asleep, I have been studying the words on the parchment. Unfortunately, to no avail. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Bezord, I misunderstood you. Insominia turned to Bezod and bowed, then raised his head again to look Bezod in the eyes, "You said we slept for three days?"

"I asked Kieran for some recovery potion, and if you drink it, you will fall asleep for three days. After three days, no matter how serious the injury is, it will heal. Bezod replied.

"Next—we'll be different from the other Trainee Summoners—" Insominia hesitated, wondering if he wanted to say it.

"Of course, I don't have to go to class or have to deal with exams. Bezod put down the butterbeer in his hand and walked towards Insomina, "In five days, you, Asrema, and three others will be my disciples. I'm going to mentor you guys for a year, and then you'll officially play for League of Legends. ”

Insominia subconsciously took a step back, even if Bezod hid his strength, he could still feel the force field around the other party, and it felt as if he was being held by an invisible hand, and it became very difficult to breathe. "Am I so small, I feel very uncomfortable even when the other party is close to me!"

"You're already strong, kid. Bezod put his hand on Insomina's shoulder, "But there's more to your power than that, and it's better to describe it as a corner of ice." “

"Is that why I have been chosen to carry out the prophecy?" Insominia could clearly feel as he spoke, and it was clear that Bezod's power was slowly entering his body, and that power was like some kind of strong wine, causing the veins of his body to burn.

"It seems that you know a lot of things, but you don't understand why, so you are obsessed with finding answers. Bezod looked at the parchment in Insominia's hand, then refocused his gaze on the other man's face, "Cohen's hint points to six things, which are the beginning of the prophecy, the content of the prophecy, and the way to crack it. But finding these six things is impossible for human beings, and for thousands of years, countless people have tried to fail, without exception. ”

"Prophecy aside, my father, I know that you are all disciples of Dolan!" Insominia looked a little impatient, "Can you tell me something about him?"

"In order to protect something, certain sacrifices are necessary. Your father willingly sacrificed himself. Bezod said in a very calm tone.

"Victim!?" Insominia grimaced, her fists clenching unconsciously, "what the hell is going on?"

"Do you think I'm going to tell you?" Bezod turned to the side, crossed his hands over his chest, and his tone suddenly became cold.

Inthominia chuckled, "I didn't expect you to say anything, of course, I only recently learned that the respected Lord Ashram is also a man who will do anything to achieve his ends!"

"You're right!" Bezod walked to the side of the table and half-sat on the corner, "The League of Legends executives are good at disguising themselves. But—how do you know that I didn't neutralize the same spell as Cohen?"

Insominia's eyes widened as he looked at Bezod's back, which was so burly and powerful, as if the whole world could be carried by it, but—"Even you—even people like you can be cursed!?" His surprise was visceral, "Is it also—impossible, can such a fellow be called human?"

"Ah, of course. I think you feel it, too. Bezod slowly lowered his head, and his voice became low, "If I don't hide my strength, so close, even if I don't do anything, you won't survive for five seconds." How do you deal with such an incomprehensible force?"

Insominia was about to answer, but Bezod raised a hand and motioned for him not to speak. "You must think again, even if it is for something like faith or dream. Bezod once again saw through the other party's thoughts, "But, is there any point in such an act? Isn't it extremely stupid to die for a meaningless act? People will always encounter their own irresistible power, whether you accept it or not, in the face of this power, you can only give in!"

Insominia sat down on the ground with a thud, his will seemed to be broken by Bezod's words, although he still had a trace of resistance in his heart, but it didn't matter anymore. He began to hesitate, and everything in front of him began to blur, and even more vague than this was the road ahead.

"So, now you're too weak. Bezod walked up to Insomina's side, "Even though you're outstanding compared to your peers. But your path makes you have to broaden your horizons. After finishing speaking, Bezod suddenly stretched out a hand, signaling that the other party could stand up with strength.

Insominia tilted her head to the side, "Anyway—it's an honor to be your disciple. With that, he grabbed Bezod's big strong hand and stood up from the ground.

"I'm not a kind mentor!" Bezod smiled at Insominia before turning his head to the metal staircase not far away, "Is the young man who has been eavesdropping on us ready to have dinner together?"

Asrema walked out slowly at the corner of the staircase, and with a look of surprise, he bowed slightly to Bezod.

Four

Even in the harsh winter, there are always days when the sun shines brightly, such as right now. The snow that had been in the past few days had begun to melt, some of which had melted into ice water of the skulls, and some of which had turned into hard snow blocks. In such weather, very few people go out, except, of course, those who don't care about getting their shoes wet. It was noon, but the outer city was unusually deserted, the originally bustling streets were empty, and the shops that were open as usual were also deserted. Whenever this happens, there are always two exceptions, one is the Obsidian Tavern and the other is Tegel's Coffee House. Both serve as a hangout for summoners and heroes, and there's never a shortage of guests.

Tegel has a rare vacation today, and a "third-rate mentor" like him has to deal with a lot of trivial things from League of Legends in addition to teaching. Even on holidays, some guys came to the door and asked to rent his store for free. For example, the seven high-level mentors of League of Legends, Bezod, Marzaha, Kieran, LeBlanc, Droc, Kross, and Andrea. These guys are going to meet their chosen disciples here today.

"So, Sivir was removed?" Derroke grimaced with a gloating expression that made him look even more like a sinister and vicious guy. Of course, his sharp-beaked monkey cheeks make it impossible to think of him as a good person.

"This is a new decision for Bezord, and it would be more appropriate for the senior mentor to do this work. With that, Krossos took a sip of the black coffee in his cup, and judging by his expression, the coffee tasted quite good.

"It would have been a mistake to have such a young guy as a mentor, not to mention something that has happened lately—" Delroke subconsciously looked at Bezod as he said the second half of his sentence, and when he saw that the other man was glancing at him with disdain, he stopped what he was about to say and chuckled lessly.

At this moment, with the melodious ringing of the doorbell, two young men walked in, officially Insominia and Asrema. When the two of them saw the teachers, they bowed together to show respect and courtesy.

"I'll just say you two must have arrived first, every time. Droproc didn't feel like he had said too much today.

"Long time no see, both!" Krossos said with a smile as he pushed his glasses up from the bridge of his nose.

"Mentor Krosos, you're here too!" Asrema grimaced, he wouldn't forget the spell instructor who had led him into the wizarding world when he was an apprentice.

"Yes, two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and praise the gods for me to become a mentor again. Krossos said "Praise the gods" with a devoutist expression, "In short, it is a pleasure to see you again!"

"Bezord has picked two of the best trainee summoners from the War College, it's really a bit selfish to say!" Droke glanced at Bezord again, but the other party didn't look at him.

The next three people who walked into the café, Singana, Herbert and Kimberly, were still dressed in gorgeous clothes, especially Kimberly, whose suit was studded with gold flakes and looked very eye-catching. The three guys saw Insominia and Asrema standing in the doorway at the same time, and the five of them stood there petrified at once, their eyes conveying a surge of anger.

"Get out of the way!" Kimberly tried to push Somina, but Singana stopped him instantly.

"Hillbilly?" Asrema looked disdainful, "Are you qualified to call me that what a third-class nobleman like you?"

"Ahh

"Drock, Mentor!" Kimberly looked at Droke with a smile on his face, his eyes expressing awe.

"Uh-huh-" Droker gently stroked Kimberly's head, "you're going to be my protégé soon, you have to restrain your temper in the future, or I'll be angry!" Although his tone was very gentle, the midshippers present felt a chill down their spines.

In the next ten minutes, about twenty more trainee summoners walked into the café, all of them were disciples selected by the seven high-level mentors, and of course, all of them were the best people in the War College. Of all the Probationary Summoners, only Insominia and Asrema were second-year students, and the rest were students who were several years older than them, and were also a year or two older than them. At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, five minutes before the appointed time, twenty-four trainee summoners had gathered in the coffee house, in addition to the mentor. Most of the apprentice summoners were already impatient, but except for Droke, the other mentors remained silent, as if they were still waiting for someone.

The people who were waiting soon appeared, and as soon as they appeared, there were three, and they were none other than Anton Salon, Arroni, and Coria. The latter two are good to say that the appearance of Anton Salon, which surprised everyone present except Bezod.

"What is this guy doing here?"

"What a spoiler!"

"He can't have been chosen by some high-level mentor, right!?"

"Impossible, unless the guru is asking for trouble. ”

......

"I-am I mistaken, is there really me?" Anton Saron saw the big guy's doubts, even if he didn't need to look at the mind, because it was obvious, surrounded by the best of the academy, the people who were widely praised on weekdays.

"No, find a place to sit down, Anton Salon!" Bezod finally spoke, his voice still soft, but everyone shut up as he spoke.

Anton Salon's head went straight to the innermost table in the café, his mind only thinking about one thing at the moment - to quickly sit down in that corner seat and avoid the cold gaze of everyone. Perhaps he was so obsessed with the matter that he didn't even notice that his gait had become so ugly that it drew some ridicule. Coria looked at the people who were laughing at them, and then walked over with Anton Saron.

"You chose the young man?" asked Krossos in a low voice.

"Yes. Bezod replied in the same tone, looking back at Anton Salon, who was already sitting in the corner, and took a sip of the coffee in his cup.

"That kind of person can be chosen by Lord Bezord!" Kimber glanced at Anton Saron with the maggot's gaze.

"I've heard that the trio, who claim to be undefeated at the War College, were beaten by those two people. Asrema walked up to Kimberly and sarcastically glared at each other viciously for five seconds, ending with Aslema's departure.

"It doesn't matter, Brother Anton, don't worry about those people. Coria patted Anton Salon's shoulder, and he was very worried when he saw Anton Salon's frowning brows and his eyes were blank.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. Anton Salon's tone replied in a very low tone, his brow gradually relaxed, but his eyes were more desperate, as if he had lost any color, even though he had been.

"Bezord?" asked LeBlanc, who was wearing a fuchsia trench coat today, and the makeup on her face was very light, but she was still as charming as a hibiscus out of the water.

"And one more person. Bezod said as he looked towards the door, which had been opened just as he finished speaking.

The guy who walked in through the door was wearing a large gray cloak and a large hood, and even though the light was not very dim, he still couldn't see his face clearly. It's just that the stance emanating from this person dwarfs all the trainee summoners present, and in a sense, this person's strength is outstanding.

"Hey, hello everyone!" the man took off his hood, revealing a somewhat decadent face, which was none other than Fronsa. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a long time, hadn't had a haircut in a long time, and coupled with his cynicism and sloppiness in his bones, it made people think that he was a man who was nearly thirty years old, but in fact he was only eighteen years old.

"You're late!" Bezod looked at Fronza calmly, but the displeasure was evident in his tone.

"Ah, yes, I'm late!" Fronza scratched his head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I'll pay for today's rent and coffee, okay?"

"You don't have a chance, it's free today!" said Krossos, who was sitting across from Bezod, who should have known Fronza so well that he spoke in a tone that bordered on a joke.

"It's almost time to go, Bezod. LeBlanc reminded from the side.

"The twenty-eight here are the elite selected by the seven high-level mentors of the War College from among the five hundred and forty trainee summoners. Bezod raised his voice and began his speech, his eyes scanning everyone in the café as he spoke, and everyone who met his gaze bowed their heads. "In the last three years, about two hundred summoners have been killed or seriously injured in the course of their missions," he continued, "and there are not many summoners left in League of Legends now, so you can leave the academy, receive special training from the mentors, and then participate in the mission as soon as possible." But as you can see, what awaits you may be officially dead. ”

The second half of Bezod's words made most of the trainee summoners present regret coming here, even though they all knew their future fate, they still hoped that something would happen as soon as possible. Of course, if an individual is lucky, the risk of death can be completely avoided.

"There are some things you have to face, and instead of trying to escape them, strengthen yourself before they come!" Bezod raised his voice a few more times, he had clearly read the minds of the Trainee Summoners, which was something he was good at, "So, in a sense, it is a blessing that you have been chosen by the High Master to be his disciple. I don't like to talk nonsense, and I don't like to tell people big things, you twenty-eight, starting tomorrow, will leave the War College and become an organization directly under the orders of the Summoners Council, this organization is called 'Dawn Star'"

"What a cheesy name!" it sounds like an old mop from an old woman's house...... "Kimberly whispered, and as soon as his words fell, everyone around him covered their mouths and laughed.

Bezod glanced at Kimberly, who heard Kimberly's words despite the fact that the two were separated by at least ten people. Kimberly was so frightened that his face was like earth, and his face, which was still smiling, was lightly glanced at by this, and his soul was not possessed.

"The teachers took their disciples and went upstairs to the private room that had been prepared. Bezod whispered, "Insominia, Asrema, Eroni, Fronsa, and Anton Salon. The others can go!"

"I'm gone, Brother Anton, I've been chosen by Mentor Kieran at the same time as Sister Elirena. Coria patted Anton Salon's shoulder, and he took two steps forward, but he was still relieved and looked back.

"I'm fine, let's go. Anton Salon, barely squeezing out a smile and waving his hand at Coria.

There were soon only six people left in the hall on the first floor of the Tegel Coffee House, and all but Bezod had to pay attention to the "Dawn Star" and the mentors who had gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs.

"The short meeting is over, let's introduce myself!" Bezod said suddenly, but his tone was so gentle, in stark contrast to the coldness and gloom just now, that it was difficult to get used to.

Bezod's five disciples, with the exception of Fronsa, all expressed surprise and doubt. The one who broke the ice was Asrema, who first introduced himself.

"Asrema Ankaria, a member of the Ankaria faction of the Order of Noxus, is sixteen years old, her favorite person is Eroni next to her, the most hated person is the 'strongest trio', her favorite food is the barbecue in the Tavern of Doha Village, her favorite thing to do is to learn powerful spells, and her dream is to become the most powerful summoner in Valoran!"

"Ahh Like Anton Salon, I am a descendant of the family of the Supplicants, but he is a direct descendant. My name is Fronza Supplicant, I'm eighteen years old, and my dream is to live a peaceful life, so I'm not a reliable person!"

Fronza's answer somewhat surprised Insomina, Asrema, and Eroni, who had always believed that Anton Salon, the only descendant of the supplicants. But considering the powerful force field around Fronsa, this identity is very much in line with him. At least for now, it seems that he deserves to be called a "descendant of the invokers" more than Anton Salon.

"Insominia Spellbreaker, sixteen years old, dreams of traveling through Valoran. Of course, this is not possible. The most important thing I want to do now is to find out what the prophecy is about and how to solve it. Learn about my family's secrets and my parents' killers!"

"Eronian Bullard, because everyone in the family is a summoner, I was sent here as well. I haven't dreamed of anything yet, but now I just want to be with the person I like. Eat good food and wear nice clothes every day!"

"Anton Sallon Invoker, descendant of the Invoker family, Exio is my grandfather, and it is said that my parents are also very famous summoners, although I have never met them. The favorite thing for someone I like – not yet – is to write for The Summoner's Diary, dreaming of becoming a powerful summoner and then protecting my loved ones. ”

Listening to the disciples introduce themselves, Bezod smiled with satisfaction, and such a smile made him look more personable and temperamental, even though he was over half a hundred years old. He looked at each one of them one by one, looking at each one from the outside in, as if it was not Fronza and Anton Salon, who had the ability to see the mind at the moment, but him. The subtle thing is that when he looks at Fronza, it feels like he's looking at an old friend who's known each other for years.

"Go back and rest for five days, and gather here at a quarter past thirteen in five days!" Bezod stood up and walked straight to the door of the coffee house, "For those who have dreams, as long as you don't give up, there will be a day when they will come true." If you want to be free to do what you want and be with the people you like, from now on, you have to strengthen yourself - the weak, you don't have the right to live!"