Section 5: SOA Certification

"The last thing a person should have is doubt, starting with doubting oneself and ending with doubting everyone. We should face up to everything in this world, try to believe in ourselves, try to believe in everyone around us, and eventually we will find that trust is exchanged for friends, and self-confidence is exchanged for respect. 」

"Anton Salons didn't know where he was, everything around him was hidden in a thick mist, and a soft white light emanated from somewhere in the mist, making the mist look like a curtain made of cotton wool. For some reason, he always felt that he had been here, and although his vision had long since been lost in the fog of confusion, something familiar confirmed his intuition.

"Good morning - Anton!"

This voice Anton Salons will never forget, yes, it is the voice of Salamud like a broken gong. "Uncle!" he shouted excitedly, even though there was no one around.

"Long time no see!" Salamod struck Anton Salon's shoulder with a heavy tap from behind, startling Anton Salon.

"Uncle!" Anton Sharon turned around sharply and hugged Salammod's thick waist tightly, "I-I really miss you!"

Salamod laughed loudly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Anton Saron's eyes with his big rough hands, "What are you crying about, you guy!

"N-no!" Anton Salon, shaking his head, smiling as best he could, "I-I'm so excited!"

"Tell me how are you doing?" asked Salamod earnestly.

"I-" Anton Salon, dropping his grip on Salamod, not knowing how to answer for a moment. "It's very- it's good. He pondered for a moment and said that this was the best answer he could find.

"Your eyes have betrayed you, lad!" Salamod stared at Anton Saron, his brow furrowed, and two deep wrinkles appeared there.

"I-" Anton Saron avoided Salamud's gaze and nodded slightly.

"You haven't made friends, have you?" said Salamud, who seemed to know everything, "and has been ostracized and bullied by others, and has not been able to learn a few spells." ”

"I don't know why, I've tried so hard, but—" Anton Saron was speechless for a moment, and whenever he was anxious or nervous, he suddenly couldn't speak.

"If a person doesn't even believe in himself, he can't trust other people, trust is the most basic thing between people, and if you don't trust any friends?" said Salamud, walking towards the dense fog not far away, "Many people try to do something, but they don't get anything in return, and that's because they're not doing it in the right way." ”

Anton Salons followed, and he gradually saw a red bench in the thick fog. Salamud sat down on the bench and motioned for Anton Salonn to sit beside him, "There are many excellent summoners at the War College, who started out as inconspicuous but have since become great personalities. ”

Anton Saron nodded, "I will work hard, and I also want to be a good summoner and protect the people around me." ”

"That's not an easy task, Anton," Salamod put his thick arm around Anton Salon's neck, "but dying to protect a loved one is a happy and honorable thing. ”

Anton Saron smiled knowingly, the images of Anrila, Eroni, Asrema, and Insominia in his mind, and it would be a happy thing to think of if he could one day die protecting them. He turned his head to look at Salamud's oily face, his gray beard still as messy as ever, and his black eyes still lacked languid and decadent, but this face was reassuring.

"Of course—" Salamud took the arm that was on Anton Salon's body and stood up, "You need to have the ability to protect others first!"

As Salamud spoke, the air around them began to get colder, and the clammy wind stirred the white mist, causing them to slowly spin. Anton Salon's nose caught a faint scent of water, and he finally remembered what this place was—the Romantic Park, where the scent came from the lavender in the garden. For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and a huge and real feeling of oppression came from behind him, but when he turned around, he found that there was only a white mist.

"Uncle—" Anton Salonn subconsciously moved closer to Salammod, but the distance between them did not shorten, it felt as if Salamud was on a different plane from himself. "Is this—what's going on?" his voice trembled a little.

"You—doomed!"

An icy voice raised Anton Salon's fear to the top, and he jerked around to find a tall figure in a black cloak! The guy's face was completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, or rather, he didn't have a face at all - Anton Saron felt that his blood was freezing, and the huge feeling of oppression made him unable to move, and at this moment, the man in black stretched out a black gloved hand and was about to touch Anton Salon's forehead with the tip of his index finger.

"No—" Anton Sharon shouted, only to find his voice so small that he couldn't even hear it. "Uncle—help me!" he concentrated all his strength in his throat as he made a final effort.

"Anton - to protect your beloved, you must first learn to protect yourself. Salamod said in the thick fog not far away.

The black-clad man's fingers touched Anton Salon's forehead—the bone-piercing coldness was transmitted to his whole body like electricity, and then his arms and legs were all cramped, and he couldn't help but cry out from the pain in his heart......

"Save me—ah——!"

"Anton Salon, wake up!"

A pair of powerful hands pushed Anton Salon, saving him from the nightmare, and he slowly opened his eyes, the soft light of the citrine lamp allowing him to see that the person in front of him was Insomina. "Right—I'm sorry—"

"How many times has this been?!" Asrema slammed his fist against his bed board before Anton Saron could finish, looking extremely angry with his sleepy eyes.

"Why do you always have nightmares, Anton?" Prefect Owen sat at the head of Anton Saron's bed, his white dressing gown and his eyes open vigorously.

"I'm sorry I've woken you up again—" Anton Sharon sat up, feeling his cheeks burn, his limbs still aching and aching from the cramps he had been cramping in his dreams, and he tried to find the words to quench the anger of the other three, only to find that his mind went blank.

"Let's all go back to sleep. Insominia was in good spirits, he didn't look like he had just woken up, and more importantly, he spoke in a soft tone, which made his voice more pleasant.

Seeing that Owen and Insominia both returned to their beds, hearing Asremma's cry again, Anton Saroon, who had been sitting on the bed, got into the bed, and although the sweat on his body made him feel cold, the fatigue soon made him fall asleep again......

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Anton Sharon woke up exceptionally early today, and although there was a small episode last night, he still got a good quality sleep despite his exhaustion. Just yesterday, he spent the whole day trying to turn a guinea pig red. Even though the poor little mouse was on the verge of being tortured to death, it hadn't changed at all except for a few hairs.

"Is the rat dead?" Asrema said with a sneer.

"Not yet" Anton Salonn touched the little mouse, which was lying listlessly in the palm of his hand, his body trembling slightly. "But it's dying. He continued.

"What dreams did you have last night?" said Inthominia, sitting up from his bed, not looking like he had just woken up, of course, he looked full of strength at all times.

"I—last night—I'm really sorry," Anton Saron put the mouse in the cage and picked up his towel.

"It's a lot of pressure, isn't it," Asrema said as she got dressed, "and there's less than two weeks to go through the SOA certification, and you can't even cast a spell in its entirety." ”

"yes. Anton Salon, whispered before entering the bathroom in the room.

"Insol, you look tired. Asrema looked at Insominia sitting on the bed, and he was probably the only one who could see the subtleties between a person and his usual life.

"Oh?" said Insominia in a low voice, "how do you tell?"

"His face is yellow, and—the skin on his face is dry!" Asrema said, pulling out a round tin box the size of a plate from his bag.

"You've been looking closely!" said Inthominia, jumping out of bed and quickly putting on her clothes.

"It's my family's unique 'Rejuvenation Mud'" Asrema opened the iron box and handed it to Insominia, but Insominia did not accept it.

"The Ankaria family's reciprocal mud?" Owen sniffed in the air as he looked at the gray, mud-like stuff in the iron box, "I've heard that your family is fifty years old, and they still look as young as thirty, and it's all due to this." ”

"Yes, it's made with a lot of work," explains Asrema, "and it's very demanding. ”

"No wonder you're so white!" Owen jumped down from the top bunk and sniffed the mud carefully. It's simply so fragrant, and the biggest difference between this scent and women's perfume is that you won't get tired of smelling it for a long time.

"Look at you, Insol! you really should use this!" Asrema picked up the lid of the tin box, and it turned out to be a mirror, and the mirror reflected the image of a boy: thick black hair, thick eyebrows, surprisingly large black eyes for a boy, and a high nose, but the ointment was that the skin on his face was dull and dull, looking like arid yellow earth.

"I don't think so. Insominia said lightly, "I don't pay as much attention to appearance as you do. ”

Asrema chuckled at Insominia, who turned her head to find Anton Salon, who had just finished washing, standing behind her. Obviously, Asrema was laughing at Anton Saron.

"What's going on today?" Owen looked at Anton Sharon with some surprise, "You're actually the first to get up!"

"Anton Salon!" Asrema didn't give Anton Saron a chance to talk, he picked up the mirror in his hand, so that the sunlight outside the window could reflect through the mirror to Anton Salon's face, "I guess you're so big, you haven't looked in the mirror yet!"

Anton Salonn nodded slightly, he really didn't look in the mirror, because he didn't have the opportunity to touch this thing after living in the kennel for seven years, and he was instilled with the idea that only the rich deserve to look in the mirror, which is actually a sick class concept of Valoran, because the mirror is no less valuable than the magic crystal in many places in Valoran. Some legends have also mentioned that glass, a magical artifact, once made into a mirror, would have magical powers.

"Then let's take a look at yourself in the mirror!" Asrema smiled maliciously, "This is what others think of you!"

Anton Sharon turned quickly, he was afraid to see a disappointing image in the mirror, afraid that the act of looking in the mirror would make him even less confident. "No—don't—" he whispered.

"You don't even have the courage to look in the mirror?" Asrema scoffed.

"What are you worried about? Anton Salon?" Insominia patted Anton Saron on the shoulder, "Do you know why you can't even cast a single spell in its entirety? not because you don't have talent, it's not because you don't work hard enough, it's because you don't even believe in yourself, you don't believe you can do it, you're afraid of failure, you're afraid of being ridiculed by others." Like at this moment, you're afraid to look in the mirror and can't face yourself. ”

Insomynia's words touched Anton's heart deeply, and they were true. Anton Salon's psychological pressure before doing a lot of things made him veto himself before doing things, so he repeatedly failed, was often ridiculed and ridiculed by others, and over time developed a fear and lost the most basic self-confidence.

"From now on!" said Insominia earnestly, "find yourself!

"Incredible!" Owen looked at Insominia in surprise, "You can say such a thing!"

Asrema chuckled, "This is the oldest apprentice of SOA186, and he comes to enlighten us at every turn, and we often call him Uncle Insol!"

Anton Saron turned his head slightly, and he saw that Asrema was still holding the mirror, and he slowly turned his face sideways to the mirror until he saw the corner of his cheek in the mirror.

"Lift your head! Anton Saron!" said Insominia aloud.

Owen, Asrema and Insominia all looked at Anton Saron seriously, only to see him raise his head little by little, his eyes glancing in the mirror from time to time, and with each glance he would stop and tilt his head to the side, then clench his fists and turn his head to continue to complete the action of raising his head, and so on many times, until he saw a complete version of himself in the mirror. The boy in the mirror is fair-skinned and ordinary-looking, but his emerald eyes and thick eyebrows like Emeiyue* are very enviable. Of course, the Creator is fair, and Anton Salon's eyelids are thick, which makes his eyes look small, and his left eye is a double eyelid while his right eye is a single eyelid, and this asymmetry eventually makes him rub shoulders with the word pretty.

"You have green eyes unlike everyone else," said Insominia, smiling, "like an expensive emerald, if you have double eyelids in your right eye, I bet there will be girls who will take a fancy to you!"

"I agree," Asrema smiled, "Aroni had said she would love to have eyes like yours. ”

"Alright, guys!" Owen put his hands on Aslema and Insominia's shoulders, "Art appreciation is over, and it's time to pack up and get ready for class." ”

Anton Salonn breathed a long sigh of relief, and his heart suddenly felt warm, and some kind of strength was gathering there. "Thank you!" he said to the three roommates who turned and walked to the bathroom.

"Remember how you felt when you looked in the mirror today!" Owen turned his head slightly and glanced at Anton Saron, "There has never been a 'most gifted summoner' in the War College"

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On the stage of Ghost Sok, the apprentices of SOA186 formed a regular phalanx, and the redundant person of the phalanx, Anton Saron, stood far away from everyone, this was not anyone's request, but he volunteered, he did not want to affect the integrity of the team. Of course, no one knew about his thoughts, and in fact, SOA186 had long forgotten about his existence from mentor to apprentice.

"Today, we're going to teach you one last spell as an apprentice summoner," Marzaha said to SOA186's apprentices, with Mentor Sivir standing beside him, "In order to give you an idea of how this spell can be used in practice, I've brought in Mentor Sivir. ”

"Hello babies!" said Sivir, who was wearing a thick white robe today, and for the first time she was dressed couldn't describe it as "sexy." Some of the apprentices guessed the answer from her tired, pale face, and of course, most of the answers were boys. Inthomigna winked at Sivir, and in response, Sivir pursed his lips to reveal a pair of dimples. This language belongs only to the two of them, and who is called Sivir to appreciate Insominia so much.

"The inventor of this combat system is the creator of League of Legends, Exio" Marzaha's voice, although magically filtered, can still make the receiver collapse in ten minutes when he is seriously narrating something. "The principle of this is to put some combat tools on a pre-set enchantment, and summon these tools in battle to assist in battle and even defeat the enemy!" he continued.

"Have you seen Ekio, Mentor Marzaha?" Asrema asked aloud, and the other apprentices of SOA186 focused their eyes on him. Before that, no one dared to interrupt Marzaha's lecture.

Marzaha did not expect someone to ask such a question suddenly, and he stood there and did not speak for a long time. The apprentices looked at Marzaha in horror, they were afraid that this guy would be angry, and the thought of making him angry would be creepy...... "Yes, he has terrible abilities. Marzaha replied. The apprentices finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Marzaha took two steps forward and summoned a long square table in front of the apprentices, on which were three things side by side: a sword, a shield, and a yellow sigil, each with a blue barrier underneath. "Sword, shield, and sigil, these are the things I'm going to use in a moment," he explained, pointing to each of the three tools of battle, "and my battle with Sivir will be thirty feet away, and I'll use them in battle." Once again, the biggest difference between you and the mages is that you can use summoning spells, and only people with special physique can use this sophisticated space-time spell, which will help you become strong!"

Sivir and Marzahar arrived at the intended place of the battle and bowed to each other together, a necessary ritual before the duel. With Somminia in fists, he was genuinely worried about Sivir. A battle began not far away, and Sivir plunged his spear into the grass in his left hand, while the wheel of war in his right hand spun and made a sharp sound. Marzaha took a few steps back, trying to distance himself as much as he could.

"You don't look very good, Sivir!" said Marzaha.

"Yes, but you still have to be careful!" Sivir said with a sly smile on his face, and the wheel of war in his hand flew out as he spoke. It was the first time that 186's apprentices had seen Sivir's Wheel of War fly at such speed, and at such speeds, the metal surface of the Wheel of War rubbed violently against the air and emitted yellow flames.

"Looks like you're thinking of killing me, Sivir!" Marzaha said, raising a large purple gloved hand, the powerful magical power causing the space around it to warp, and the flaming wheel of war began to bend and deform, and finally disappeared into the distorted space.

Sivir didn't hesitate, she took advantage of the time of Marzaha's spell cooldown* to launch a surprise attack, only to see her suddenly appear behind Marzaha's back, pull out a long dagger from the holster on her belt, and stab her opponent with great force - however, for some reason, the moment the dagger touched Marzaha's body, Malzaha disappeared. Sivir thought that his opponent had used a flash spell, so he clenched his dagger and held his breath in order to sense his opponent's breath.

"Mystic: Void Summoning!"

"Get out of the way!

It was Insomina's voice, and at this moment, the two void portals had sandwiched Sivir in the middle, and there were some purple smoke swirling rapidly in the portals, and the bone-piercing yin wind made her unable to open her eyes...... A blinding purple light flashed, followed by a huge roar, the result of the collision of the void forces in the portal. Luckily, Sivir, with her lightning speed, escaped the blow.

"Beautiful dodge!" said Marzaha to Sivir, who was leaning over and panting not far away, "but, next-"

Before Marzaha could finish his words, three small wheels of war flew out of the grass beneath his feet, catching him off guard. However, these small wheels of war were not attacking, and they were all connected to a silver metal wire that had become entangled in Marzaha's hands and feet, and the other end of the wire was fixed by the wheel of war that had been reinserted into the grass. "This—this—a sealing thread with a silent effect!" Malzaha's forehead was bruised, and her silver eyes shone brightly.

"The battle is over, Marzaha!" Sivir summoned a new wheel of war and threw it hard towards where Marzaha stood. However, as soon as the action was over, she covered her head in pain and fell to her knees.

"Illusory Vision*—was—when—"

Sivir's Wheel of War missed, and it happened to cut the metal wire that trapped Marzaha's left hand. "I already cast the Evil Star Illusion on you when you stabbed me with your dagger, and I just delayed the spell activation. Marzaha said as he summoned the sword that had been placed on the long table and slashed the wire that trapped him.

"To use summoning in battle, it turns out that you need to put the summoned thing on the enchantment beforehand. Asrema said, "I used to think they were all summoned out of thin air. ”

"Honey, guess which of them will win?" asked Aroni, holding Asrema's arm, delicately.

"Mentor Sivir is in danger. Insominia interjected, his voice low, his eyes fixed on the battle as he spoke.

Marzaha used his summoning spell once more, and this time, he summoned the sword in his hand to Sivir's arm. Sivir turned her head sharply, her eyes widening when she noticed the purple glowing spells on her blade. The space in which the sword was located was distorted, and the curved blade reflected the sunlight a second time, shining into Sivir's eyes—the next two things happened at the same time, Sivir shielded his eyes with his hand, and at the same time, the dislocation of time and space caused the blade to leave a wound of nearly six inches in her arm.

The sharp pain of the wound may have helped Sivir escape the distractions of the starry vision, and although the terrible bloody scene in her mind made her dizzy and cold, she instinctively dodged the sudden attack of Malzaha from behind, and after a crunch of metal clashing, Malzaha's sword was cut in two by the dagger she drew from her waist.

"You're still at a disadvantage, Marzaha!" said Sivir, her face covered in beads of sweat and looking very weak.

Sivir quickly made Marzaha understand her words, and she threw the dagger in her hand at Malzaha, and at some point a metal wire was attached to the handle of the dagger, and its end was connected to a mechanism, and the effect of this mechanism was that the spear that Sivir had originally inserted into the grass flew straight to Malzaha's back under the pull of the metal wire.

"What a formidable opponent!" Malzaha folded his hands, and the dagger in front of him flew in the opposite direction - that is, in the direction of Sivir - with the interference of magical power, at the same time, the pre-prepared shield appeared behind his back, blocking the flying spear.

Sivir leapt past the dagger, but just as she was about to regain contact with the ground, a yellow sigil appeared on the otherwise empty grass, and her eyes widened, and the red eyes reflected a yellow light—

This was probably the fastest speed a human could achieve, and everyone present did not know how Insominia had reached Sivir's side and thrust the sword in his hand into the yellow sigil. Insomina's sword shattered the sigil, and as he grabbed Savier's uninjured arm, dragged her behind him, then pulled the last dagger from her belt and threw it at Marzahar.

"Unbelievable speed!" Marzaha flicked away the dagger with a wave of his hand, his words revealing a hint of joy, "Very correct defense!"

"Are you going to kill Mentor Sivir?" Inthominia glared at Marzaha with disdain, his clenched fists clicking.

"Fool-" Sivir put his hand on Insominia's shoulder, "how could he kill me?"

"That rune will explode, Mentor" Insominia turned her head slightly, "I've seen this spell!"

"What family are you from?Insominia?" said Marzaha, walking towards Insominia and Sivir, who seemed interested in Insominia.

"Not a family," replied Insominia, his voice trembling a little, the result of his remaining anger, "my father is a boatman on the Stoned River, and my mother is a milkman!"

"Thank you, baby—" To everyone's surprise, Sivir actually lowered his head and kissed Insominia on the cheek. Because Sominia was stunned by this sudden kiss, the previous anger instantly vanished. Sivir raised her head and looked at Insominia carefully, at first, there was some surprise on her face, but when she saw Insominia slowly turn her head, she immediately smiled.

"I—" Insominia looked at Sivir, who for a moment did not know what to say.

"You're blushing, baby," Sivir laughed, revealing two rows of white teeth, "this is your reward, and without you I would probably have been in the hospital for a month!"

"But for now, you're going to go to the hospital, ma'am!" said Insominia earnestly, "I know you've been having a high fever lately!"

Sivir looked at Insomina's eyes that showed a determined gaze, and smiled knowingly, "Then please trouble our 'Swift Shadow Summoner' Insominia to send me home!"

Insominia rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thickly bandaged arm, unbuttoned it with one hand, tore off a large section of bandage, and helped Sivir bandage his injured arm, the whole set of movements was very smooth, if he had not been engaged in such a thing for a long time, it would be impossible to be so proficient. "Well, then, I need to ask you for a leave of absence, Mentor Marzaha!" he said to Malzaha, who had been staring at him.

"A sixteen-year-old boy should possess such abilities and skills," Marzaha's eyesless eyes shone with a dazzling silver light, "You impress me, Insominia!"

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Insominia, who has not been back to the dormitory for several days, says he has been taking care of Sivir at his home. Anton Saron was a little worried that Inthony would be gossiped after being kissed by Sivir, but he was more worried, because Inthony had just added a nickname after this incident - "Swift Shadow Summoner", many people couldn't imagine how a person could run thirty feet away and shatter a sigil in less than a second without any spells.

Anton Saron liked to go to the Academy's Great Hall for gatherings after one o'clock in the afternoon, and every day at noon, the War Academy would prepare dozens of tables of summoners for a sumptuous lunch, and people would need to take a clean plate on the plate rack at the door, and then go to the common table to choose their favorite food to put on the plate. Although the auditorium is no less than the one where the entrance ceremony is performed, it is often full, and summoners gather here to enjoy a meal from half past eleven to three in the afternoon.

Anton Sharon admits that he is a gluttonous cat, and he begins to drool before he even enters the auditorium, surrounded by groups of summoners in purple silk robes. Recently, summoners have added a gilded emblem to their chests, which is the emblem of the "Anti-Anton Salon" Committee. Every day at noon, someone would stand at the door and hand out this badge, and to be honest, it was really beautiful, and most people didn't know it was a prank by some guys, but they still liked to take it out.

"Hello! Anton Saron!" spoke a short, chubby boy with black-rimmed glasses and pimples on his face, who was standing at the doorway handing out the "Committee" badge to passers-by.

"Hey, good afternoon! Yvonne!" Anton Sharon beckoned to the boy.

"You don't have anything to do with me!" Yvonne smiled awkwardly, "I just want to ease the burden on my family, my mom has been sick recently and needs money." ”

"Oh yes, I understand" Anton Salonn walked over to Yvonne and patted him on the shoulder, "How much do they give you?"

"One gold coin a day. Yvonne replied in a low voice.

"That's a lot" Anton Salonon smiled bitterly, I don't know if it was an honor or a sadness that someone would target him like this.

Saying goodbye to Yvonne, Anton Salon, with an empty plate, searched the communal table for something he liked to eat, avoiding crowded places as much as possible, as too many people would make him feel uneasy. Unfortunately, the seats in the corner of the auditorium were filled today, and Anton Salon, with a tray under the window in the southwest corner of the auditorium, had a wide windowsill for his food, though that would have attracted some strange glances.

"The first time I've seen someone eating on a windowsill!"

"This guy sits in the corner every time he comes, and today the corner seat is occupied, and he can only go there. ”

"What a weird boy!"

"That guy is Anton Saron, and that emblem on your clothes has something to do with this person!"

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Anton Sharon placed two plates on the tray and a glass of apple juice on the windowsill, leaned down and cut a steak with a knife into his mouth, his mind thinking about how to set up the enchantment. The other apprentices of SOA186 have successfully set up the enchantment, and what they are now doing is to break through the distance limit and summon objects in the enchantment freely. But Anton Saron is a week slower than everyone else, and he hasn't succeeded in setting up an enchantment so far.

"Alright, believe in yourself! I'll make another effort!" Anton Saron recalled what his friends had said to him when he looked in the mirror that day, trying to condense the magic power in the palm of his hand, chanting the incantation while imagining the blue enchantment on the windowsill.

There was a crunch sound, and the empty plate that Anton Sharon had just finished eating was torn apart by some force, and everyone next to him focused their eyes on him. However, he didn't need to pay attention to it now, because he had succeeded! The blue barrier had indeed appeared on the windowsill! He picked up the fragment of the plate and cut his finger, blood pouring from the wound, "Great! It's true! I'm not dreaming" He sucked on his injured finger, his green eyes flashing with joy and pride.

"Hello!

This was Eroni's voice, and Anton Saron followed the voice, and the joy just now immediately vanished, only to see Eroni sitting at the table in front of a blonde boy not far away, opening the school principal's robe, revealing a navy blue dress and black silk pantyhose. Since the boy's back was to Anton Saron, he could only see a tall back. "If Asrema sees him, he's going to be angry. Good thing he's in the library now. He thought to himself.

"Who is that girl?" asked one of the summoners beside Anton Saron.

"The flower of SOA186 is called Eloni. The answer to this question was a girl with curly hair.

"It's only been half a year since I've been here, and I'm about to become a celebrity in the academy, and those guys from noble backgrounds are all ambiguous with her. The fat boy who was sitting at the same table as the two before stared at Eroni not far away, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Anton Salon, who put his used plates and cups in the tray, walked briskly towards the dishwashing machine at the door, he didn't want to see how Eroni accosted people, and he didn't want Eroni to see himself.

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Inthominia sat in the spacious living room of the Sivir family, in front of him was a long crystal table, with more than a dozen pairs of ornate white wooden chairs neatly arranged on either side. The dim grooves in the walls around the perimeter are filled with glowing yellow Hextech lamps*, making this living room feel cosy and cozy. Sivir should be a person who loves life, because all the decorations in the living room are handmade, there are wood carvings, clay sculptures and silhouettes, and each piece is labeled "Made by Sivir".

"I'm sorry, baby," Sivir said with an embarrassed smile as he placed the plate on the crystal table in front of Insominia, "I've baked the steak again." ”

"You don't know how to cook at all," Insominia used a knife to cut the roast meat on the plate, but couldn't cut it, "it's mushy on the outside, but it's undercooked on the inside, you're amazing!"

"Don't be sarcastic about me, I wouldn't have bothered to make these things if you hadn't come!" Sivir was a little upset, but it was clearly a pretend.

"Hmm!" Insominia leaned back on the white wooden chair and looked at the table as it was either half-cooked or burnt and mushy, "eat something like this every day, and I will die in your house in less than a week." ”

Sivir cut off a piece of beef, bit down the charred part, and stuffed the good part into Insominia's mouth. "Shut your mouth!" she laughed mischievously.

Insominia was so startled that the piece of meat was swallowed before he could chew it, almost choking him to death. Sivir's eyes widened as he looked at his painful look, "Y-what's wrong with you? are you alright-"

Insominia shook her head and drank the red wine on the table. "You—almost killed me!" he sat there and gasped for breath for a few moments before he spoke.

"I'm sorry, baby," Sivir sat down next to Insominia and patted him gently on the back, "Baby, can I ask you a question?"

Insominia suddenly looked at Sivir seriously, he probably didn't expect Sivir to ask like this, "You ask." ”

"Why are you wearing a mask?" said Sivir, straight to the point.

Insominia stared at Sivir's red eyes for a moment, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you!"

"What's the problem?" said Sivir's face with a look of bewilderment, "At the age of sixteen, with such skill, he has to wear a mask made of pigskin every day. ...... the hell you are"

"I think you'll know the answer one day," Insominia avoided Sivir's gaze, "thank you for your continued attention." ”

"You don't trust me, do you?" said Sivir, who didn't seem to want to stop there.

Insominia turned his head and stared at Sivir with his big black eyes, "If I don't trust you, I can't risk it to save you!

Insominia's words almost moved Sivir to tears, and she grabbed Insominia's hand tightly, "What a kind baby!

"What is it?" Inthominia had a vague premonition that it was important for Sivir to show himself.

Sivir took off the necklace around his neck and placed it in Insominia's hand, with a precious ruby on its surface, set with tiny pearls that formed a blooming flower*.

"Mandala Hua!" said Insominia in surprise.

Sivir nodded, placing the ruby necklace around Insominia's neck, "Now you can tell me the answer." ”

"I don't know much, I just know that I'm an orphan of the Spellbreaker family" Insominia knew that his answer would not satisfy Sivir, but he was telling the truth.

"Who taught you this?" asked Sivir.

"Jax, he asked me to wear this mask and told me not to take it off anyway or I would be recognized by someone. Insominia replied.

Sivir squinted her eyes and smiled, and the soft light of the living room cast on her body made her look very beautiful, and if there was a flower to describe this beauty, it would not be Kao peonies, nor bewitching roses, but intense red flowers. Bright but real, otherworldly yet warm and friendly. Inthonya's heartstrings were plucked violently by some force, and he felt his heart beat faster and his spirit became tense.

"Make me stronger, Mentor Sivir. I need to know why my clan was wiped out. Insominia said with a trembling voice.

"Okay! My special training for you starts tomorrow, but I have one condition!"

"I can agree to anything. ”

"Don't use honorific titles when no one is around, don't you think of me as your sister, but you've never called me that!"

"I think I can grant you that, sister. ”

"Well, baby, I'll admit I love that call, especially from your mouth!"

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Anton Salonn sat in the window seat in the third row of a large classroom, next to the apprentice summoners who were answering questions, and on the podium at the front of the classroom sat three older summoners, scanning the apprentices in this classroom like machines, and on the blackboard behind them were several washbasin-sized words written "SOA Certification - Magic Theory Test"

Anton Salon, who had just finished the last multiple-choice question on the roll of paper, "The inventor of zero-second teleportation", and the answer was clearly "A." Bezod". Now there are two exposition questions, the first of which is "Please explain the principle of the teleportation spell." Such a question must not be difficult for him, or it can be easily grasped.

"Set up a teleportation barrier at location A, and set up a teleportation node at location B through counter-summoning, with location A as the base point for teleportation and location B as the teleportation target. Teleportation spells are space-time spells that direct magical forces to transport objects from the teleportation base to the teleportation target. ”

Anton Sharon had already handed in the papers when he answered the second exposition question, and they were going to walk to the opposite classroom to test their spells. He was a little anxious, because more and more people were submitting papers, and he quickly finished the answer to the second question, "The staff and summoners within the War College or League of Legends are not allowed to participate in the hero recruitment of the Righteous Lands, so they cannot become heroes of the Righteous Lands." However, heroes can apply for positions within League of Legends or War Academy. ”

"Are you sure you've handed in your papers?" asked a summoner in charge of the proctor, who looked to be in his fifties with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Sure. Anton Saron replied in a low voice.

"Let's go to the classroom over there and test the spells!" the old summoner gestured to the door.

The spell test room was even larger than the previous one, and the tables and chairs inside had been moved out, and there were still three people sitting on the podium, all three of whom Anton Salons recognized, they were Bezod, Krossos, and Imia.

"Good luck!" Insominia patted Anton Saron on the shoulder and walked towards the door.

"Are you doing well?" asked Anton Salon.

"It went well!" Insominia said, smiling, "Remember: believe you can do it, and you can do it!"

Anton Salonn nodded, and although he was still a little nervous, his heart was warm. There was a test going on in Bangard, and the question he drew was simple, turning the red ceramic bottle on the floor blue and summoning it to the back of the room. For some reason, Anton Saron wanted Bangard to make a fool of himself, and then looked at the fat on his face and twisted into an idiot expression. However, Bangard disappointed Anton Salon, who succeeded in turning the vase blue, but made a mistake when summoning it, and the top half of the vase was summoned to the intended location, but the lower half remained in place and shattered into several fragments.

The three summoners on the podium exchanged opinions in a low voice. "SOA186 apprentice Pangaard, qualified!" Bezod announced loudly. Imia wrote Bangad's results on the record sheet.

"May I ask me about my exam grade?" asked Bangard, his nasal voice was heavy, and it looked like he had caught a cold recently.

"No, you have to wait three days. Bezod said as he reversed the order of the white cards in his hand.

Banger gave Bézod a sneaky glance and headed for the door. Anton Salons immediately hid behind the others so that the guy would not see him.

The next few people who took the exam went well, and although they only took less than five minutes, Anton Saron felt that after five years or more, this kind of waiting was painful for him, and he wanted to be the next one immediately, even if he would be told that he was not qualified.

"SOA186 apprentice Elirena, qualified!" there was a hint of approval in Bezord's low, soothing voice.

"You're doing a great job! you're excellent!" Krotheros smiled at Elirena.

Elirina saw Anton Salon, who was also looking at her at the moment before leaving. "Good luck, Anton Salon!" said Elirina and turned to leave. Anton Salon, looking at Elirena's beautiful burgundy hair, curled the corners of his mouth. "Someone who has never spoken to me has come to bless me......!

"Anton Saron—it's your turn!" Bezod's words interrupted Anton Salon's thoughts, and he put one on

With silver-rimmed eyes, he picked up a stack of white cards and fanned them open. "Choose the spell you'll test in a moment. He whispered.

Anton Salon, looking at Bezod's brown eyes, pulled out one from the stack of cards, "B-31." ”

"I thought that vat was no longer needed," Imia pointed to a wooden bucket filled with water not far away, "Alright, Anton Saron, your subject is simple, find a way to make the water in that bucket disappear." ”

Anton Sharon walked slowly to the barrel, his mind blank and without any thoughts. "Remember: believe you can do it, and you can do it!" he suddenly remembered what Insominia had said to himself earlier.

"Remember how you felt when you looked in the mirror today! there has never been a 'most giftless summoner' in the War College," it was Owen's calm voice and mature face.

"For some reason, I've always been so adamant that you'll one day become Valoran's legendary summoner, and that your fame and prestige will rival those of the greats of all ages. Come on, Anton Saron!" he seemed to see Salamod's unshaven, oily face again.

"I can do it!" said Anton Sharon to himself, as he walked around the barrel, examining it carefully, and after five seconds he did something surprising: he pulled out the soft plug under the barrel, and the water in the barrel gushed out of the hole, and it didn't take long for the classroom to turn into a sea.

"What are you doing?" said Imia stood up in surprise.

The other apprentices in the classroom were glaring at Anton Sharon angrily, and if it weren't for the three high-level summoners here, they would have beaten him up. Anton Salon's face blushed and lowered his head, he knew that he was done, not only could he not pass the exam, but he also added some people who hated him.

"Imia, next time you should change to a barrel without a soft stopper" Bezodra lowered her glasses and glanced at Imia.

"Well, it's really my mistake," Imia said helplessly, "but he won't be able to pass the exam." ”

"I have a different opinion, Imiah," Krossos crossed his hands over his chest, "and he did succeed in making the water in the barrel disappear." ”

"But he didn't use magic, and that's definitely not qualified!" Ymia argued.

"If one could do what it takes to do without magic," Bezod spread his hands, "Think about it—"

"You want to say—" Imiah looked at Bezod in surprise.

"You've passed!" Anton Saron smiled, "The ultimate goal of our study of magic is to get out of it!"

Anton Saron couldn't believe his ears, he tried his best not to laugh, but it was really hard. The other apprentices in the classroom stared at him with husk eyes, they were already going crazy.

[Author's Note]

* Emei Moon: It is also called the loss moon and the eyebrow moon, because the moon at that time resembled people's eyebrows, hence the name.

* Spell Cooldown: The vacuum time between summoners and mages after casting a spell before the next spell is cast, because spells cannot be cast consecutively, and the stronger the summoner and mage, the lower the spell cooldown.

* Illusory Vision: Marzaha's fantasy spell, which infects the opponent's mind and forces them to receive the illusion of death.

*Hextech Lamp: This lamp is made from crystal ore, and Hextech's mechanical device converts the energy in the magic crystal into light energy, which is delivered to the crystal ore to make it glow.

* The other side of the flower: also known as mandala hua, English mandarava. The "Mandala Hua" in the article refers to the name of an organization whose purpose is to protect the orphans of the three summoner families.