Section 5: Forbidden Fruit

"The Lord commanded, "You may eat as much as you like from every tree of the garden, but you shall not eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for in the day you eat of it you will surely die." —Old Testament Genesis: 2:16, 17

The serpent said to Eve, "You will not necessarily die, for God knows that in the day you eat your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God who knows good and evil." —Old Testament Genesis: 3:4, 5

One

"Listen, Anton Saron," Stanny stared at Anton Saron with his big eyes, "no matter who asks in the future, they can't say that I taught you magic, understand?"

"Got it, Master Stanny!" Anton Saron nodded vigorously.

"Not everyone can go to the War Academy, they have to make sure you can learn magic. You'll have to tell your legal guardian to go to the War College to sign you up. Stanny said as he took Anton Sharon's hand and walked out the door, "Those guys at the War College will give you a piece of parchment with magic on it, and you drip your blood on it, and then send it back to the War College, and they will test your potential to become a summoner through the reflection of the parchment. If you do, you'll receive an invitation to the War College in September of the following year. ”

"Do you think I'm qualified?" asked Anton Salon. But he knew in his heart that even if he passed, it would be useless, because Uncle York and Aunt Jane would not go to the War College to enroll him.

"You're 'great', little one!" Stanley said with a smile.

The two of them went outside, and there were many long planks set up next to the cabin, and the midday sun spread evenly on these planks, making them look sturdy. Anton Saron had noticed these things when he had just arrived, but he hadn't figured out what they were for.

"It's time to test you," Stanny handed a yellow/'colored' sigil to Anton Saron, "As I told you, runes are more fragile than glass, and in the hands of ordinary people, runes are of no use. Now I'm going to throw this rune out and find a way to hit the plank and see the effect. ”

Anton Salons nodded, and with his left hand he grasped the plate-sized sigil, aimed at a plank directly in front of him, and threw it with all his might. The sigil swirled and struck the edge of the plank, and to Anton Salon's surprise, the plank was 'shattered' by this small blow, and the small pieces of wood were scattered all over the ground.

"Incredible! Anton Salon!" Stanny frowned as he looked at the wood fragments. "This power, it's—" he muttered to himself.

"What's wrong, master, do you think I'm not good enough?" Anton Sharon looked at Stanny, who didn't think Stanny was happy.

"No—no, you're doing a good job!" Stanny said, handing him a blue 'color' glyph, "try this, use it to restore the planks you shattered, and think about how I taught you!"

Anton Sharon put the glyph in his palm and closed his eyes slightly, only to see the blue 'color' glyph spinning rapidly in his hand, and emitting a dazzling light. Stanley couldn't help but shield his eyes with his arm. Anton Sharon silently recited a spell, then slowly opened his eyes, and the rapidly spinning glyph suddenly 'shot' a sharp blue light, hitting the shards of wood.

"Rune Secret Art: The Beginning Appears!"

Instead of restoring the shattered planks, the blue light simply made them disappear. What's more, the ground that had just been hit by the blue light also had a layer of ice, and that layer of ice was now steaming white, constantly being vaporized by the midday sun.

Stanley didn't speak, but walked with wide eyes towards the frozen ground, and Anton Salons followed.

"I failed. Anton Salon, looking at the frozen ground, whispered.

"Anton Salon" Stanny's hoarse voice has become even hoarse, "For a spell to be called a secret art, it must be transformed into a 'sexual' nature, and from this point, you have succeeded. ”

"'Sex', change?" asked Anton Sharon puzzled.

"Yes, the spell you just used was supposed to make the magic change of the genus 'sacred' to be completed, but you added the genus 'nature' of 'frost' to it, so that the spell completed a higher level of 'nature' change, making it another spell with a completely opposite effect. Stanley explained earnestly.

"So, what about the wood fragments?" asked Anton Salon.

"Broken down into a molecular state by your spells. Stanley whispered as he 'touched' the ice on the ground with his hand.

"Molecular state?" Anton Saron was a little confused, he didn't understand the concept of "molecule".

"For example, if your spell just hit a living person without warning," Stanny put his old face close to Anton Ssalon, his eyes widened, "that person will die in no time!"

Anton Salon, frightened, sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the frozen ground......

Two

Asrema sat in York's tavern eating broad beans as he waited for the meal he had just ordered. A middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body and a scruffy beard sat down across from him silently. Asrema tapped the sword on the table twice with the index and middle fingers of her left hand, signaling the middle-aged man to walk away.

"My name is Salamud, and I used to be from Noxus as well. Salamod whispered to Asrema. Unexpectedly, Asrema quickly picked up his sword from the table, crossed it, and pressed it against Salamud's neck.

"Don't stir, boy!" Salamo smirked as he raised his hands to his sides, glanced at the sharp blade.

Seeing that most of the people in the tavern were looking at her, Asrema slowly lowered the sword in her hand. "How do you know I'm from Noxus?" he asked, glaring at Salamod.

"Your shoulders are engraved with the crest of the Ankarya faction. Salamod gestured to Asrema's shoulder.

"Looks like you're familiar with Noxus. Asrema picked up the bowl of fava beans and ate it again, but still didn't let her guard down on Salamod.

"Young man," Salamod lowered his voice, and brought his big, oily face over there, "look at that little girl over there, she looks good." ”

Asrema looked in the direction of Salamod's finger, and not far from him sat a 'girl' wearing a gray 'color' knitted hat and a navy blue 'color' coat. Opposite the 'girl' was an old woman with 'gray' hair, who was supposed to be her relative.

"How's it going, isn't it pretty?" said Salamod with a wicked smile.

"I need to get closer to her to be sure. Asrema's tone wasn't as tough as before.

"That 'girl' child is from the Brad family, one of the three major summoner families, because she has the blood stamp of the Brad family on her boots. Salamod looked at the 'girl' and said to Asrema, "I'll tell you a way to get close to her, would you like to hear it?"

"Say it quickly. Asrema stared intently at the 'girl' child, the dim light of the tavern making it difficult for him to see the details of the 'girl' child's face.

"Over there, there's a guy in a gray cloak, who's the same age as you!" Salamud patted Asrema to turn his attention to the man he was talking about, "See the hilt of the man's cloak? The sword is from the War College, and he should be an apprentice at the War College." ”

Asrema stood up, not waiting for Salamod to explain, he already knew what he had to do.

"Ah, burning green 'spring', what happens when a teenager steals the forbidden fruit?" said Salamud, sitting there snickering.

Asrema walked up to the 'girl' child, and the two of them immediately looked at each other. Asrema found that "good-looking" had become a vulgar word before the appearance of the 'girl'. She has a flawless round face, like Ionia's hard-to-find beauty 'jade'. The facial features seem to be painted on the face, small and 'fine', so that people can't find any shortcomings, and there is no trace of makeup. Her jet-black hair was scattered on the sides, and her tips were curly.

"Hey, my name is Eloni!Hello, Mr. Noble!" Eloni held out a hand, which was Debang's greeting etiquette.

Asrema accepts Eronia's "greeting gift", though he is not so reluctant. "Hello, Miss Alroni, I'm from Noxus, and I'm a member of the Order of Noxus and the Ankaria faction. He introduced himself.

"Looks like I'm right! you're a nobleman!" said Eloni, speaking at a very slow pace.

"Yes, you are such a clever young lady," Asrema said to Aroni, and bowed to the gray-haired old woman beside her.

"This is my grandmother, you can call her Mrs. Brad. Aroni introduced Asrema to Aslema.

"Noxians are rarely so polite. Mrs. Brad spoke, and her voice felt like a man.

"But in the areas where my family ruled, the people were hospitable and courteous. Asrema's words were controversial.

"How about sitting down and having a meal together, nobleman?" said Eloni, with a look that was completely out of her age. Asrema, who came from an aristocratic background, is all too familiar with this kind of look, and it has a scientific name called seduction.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Arronie, but there's a good show about to begin, would you like to take a look?" Asrema is really a nobleman, and he has been nurtured since he was a child, so he has learned how to deal with a 'girl' like Arroni.

"Alright!" said Arrowney, with a pleasant expression, "It just so happens that I'm bored right now. ”

Three

When Anton Saron returned to the York Tavern with his empty cart, he saw a large crowd gathered in front of the 'door' of the tavern. He put down the trolley and squeezed into the crowd to see what was going on there.

"Uncle, you did it!"

This is Anrila's voice. Anton Salonn squeezed in between the two big-shouldered and round-waisted guys in front of him, and saw Angela, Berlito, and Salammod, all of whom were focused on the distance ahead. Anton Sharon followed their gaze and saw two young men of his own age in the open space in front of the tavern's 'door', one of them wearing a brown 'color' travel cloak and Ugin shoulder scapular, and the other wearing a gray 'color' robe with long black 'color' hair. They both had swords in their hands, and they both looked at each other breathlessly.

"Which of them do you think is better?" Berlito asked Salamod beside him.

"Between the best. Salamod replied.

"Aren't you afraid they'll get hurt?" said Anrela, pouting.

"That kind of thing basically doesn't happen, although they are not very old, they are all masters. Not to mention that you're still there. Salamod burst out laughing.

Anton Saron looked at the group of diners watching the battle not far away, and the appearance of a figure made him feel everything in the world in an instant. It was a beautiful 'girl' wearing a gray and white knitted hat and a navy blue coat with a black 'wool' knit dress underneath it, different from the black 'colored' boots on her feet. "Eronie," the name flashed through Anton Salon's mind.

"My name is Irenus, and you're strong!" the young man in the gray 'colored' robe raised his sword in front of his 'chest', so that the blade was facing down.

"My name is Asrema, and you're a formidable opponent too!" Asrema picked up her sword and touched the hilt of Elan Rinas with her own.

Eloni ran over, patted Asrema on the shoulder, and smiled, "It seems that you are not only noble, but also have a good ability, I have decided to 'befriend' you!"

Asrema ignored Aroni, who had just been given a worthy opponent by the duel. "I'm from Noxus, and I'm a member of the Noxus Order Party, the Ankaria faction family. What about you?" he looked at Irenus, hoping to claim the other's identity.

"My identity is inconvenient to reveale, so don't leave it at that!" said Ilanrenus, turning and leaving.

"What an interesting man!" Asrema smiled at Irenus's back.

"He's lost, I'm embarrassed to reveal my identity, I'm afraid I'll lose face!" Like a bee, Aroni walked up to Asrema and then behind him.

"He didn't lose, and if he continues, it could be me!" Asrema grimaced, looking a little reluctant to ignore Aroni, even though the purpose of the duel was to gain her favor.

——

"It seems that the best way for boys to attract 'girl' children is to fight in front of them and win. Salamod gave a wicked smile.

"I don't think so. Anrela said disdainfully.

"You're a special case, Princess Anrela!" Salamo patted Anrela's weak shoulder hard, and Anrela's brow frowned slightly, obviously 'hurting'.

Seeing Eroni so close to the boy named Asrema, Anton Saron felt a little sour in his heart, and he felt that he had lost interest in everything in an instant. The huge sense of disparity has become a heavy burden at the moment, which seems to be pressed on the bottom of my heart and on my shoulders. Although, these feelings come out of nowhere.

"Next month, my grandmother is going to send me to the War College, will you go too?" said Arroni with expectant eyes as she looked at Asrema.

"Of course, I also received an invitation from the War College. Asrema replied.

"Great!" Eroni almost jumped, and at this moment, her face was full of joy, and the reddened cheeks made her even more cute.

Anton Salondo wishes he was Asrema, noble, magnificent, capable, and liked by a 'girl' child, even if he just 'exchanged' his identity for a day......

Four

"Sister, I'm going to the War College!" said Anton Ssalon, sitting on a tall haystack in front of York's tavern, to Anrela, who was beside him.

"Do you like that 'girl' kid named Arroni?" said Angela wrapped an arm around Anton Salon's skinny shoulder.

"What is like?" said Anton Salon, looking at Aroni and Asrema sitting on the grass not far away. It seems that Eroni is eager to glue herself to Asrema.

"It's—" Anrela's cheeks flushed slightly, "you think a 'girl' is good-looking, and you want to stay with her." ”

"I also think my sister is good-looking, and I want to stay with my sister, do you like that too?" asked Anton Sharon stupidly.

"Not like that, you little fool!" Annella tapped his finger at the 'door' of Anton Salon's brain.

"I want to be friends with Eroni, and I don't know if she'll accept me. Anton Sharon 'touched' the place where Anrela had just pointed with his finger.

"Did I 'mess' with you?" asked Anrila with concern.

"Nope. Anton Saron replied lightly, in fact, he hoped that Eronian would nod his head like this.