Raise your head and look at the signboard above your head and the sea of flowers behind it.

Hart took a slight breath, a little unsure if he should go in or not.

The qualifications of wizards are divided into five levels: 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, with the first class being the best and the fifth class being the second.

As an apprentice who has been in the Silent Heart for nearly a year, he knows very well that his fifth-level wizard qualifications are basically no longer with official wizards in this life, even if he is lucky enough to forcibly break through the level, he can only be regarded as going in to help others at the bottom.

What stands out is a waste wood!

Therefore, in the academy, the treatment is slightly better than that of ordinary people without qualifications.

This is really a little unacceptable to him who is arrogant!

Everyone who said yes is the pride of the sky, why am I full?

Looking at the signboard above his head at this moment, he knew very well that it was one of the forbidden areas of the Silent Heart Academy, a place known to the outside world as the Sea of Death Flowers.

The existence that inhabits it is one of the strongest guardians of the Silent Heart, and it is said that even the head of the academy has nothing to do with the other party, and the strength is guaranteed to be the level of a fifth-level wizard.

Although he couldn't understand the concept of a fifth-level wizard, it didn't prevent him from knowing that the other party was definitely powerful compared to himself.

Except for the members of the Silent Heart, not even a single mouse can get out of it, and even birds flying in the sky will be forcibly dragged down if they don't fly high enough. And even if the members of the Silent Heart entered, they basically had to come out half-dead, except for a few extremely powerful mentors, there was nothing intact.

Thinking about the faint disdain of the freshmen of the same period, Hart swallowed his saliva and finally took a step into the sea of flowers.

When he stepped inside, he didn't feel anything, just like walking into an ordinary flower.

The only difference is that the fragrance is more intense, compared to when standing outside, he smells a little light floral fragrance, and after being in it, he feels that the floral fragrance is the only smell in it.

Sniffing the fragrance in the air, he had a momentary urge to pluck a flower.

It's just that looking at those flowers wrapped in red mist, he still can't help but feel a wave of uneasiness in his heart, feeling that he shouldn't die, and it is better to touch them as little as possible.

And in addition, as soon as he walked in, he felt an inexplicable premonition, as if he subconsciously knew how to walk to meet the owner of this sea of flowers.

It was a strange feeling, as if someone had stuffed something in my head!

He knew in his heart that this was the Guardian's method, and at the same time, he was slightly relieved in his heart, knowing that the sign outside was not something to play tricks, otherwise he would have been lying down.

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In the endless sea of bright red flowers, after advancing for a while, he finally saw something other than the flower, or the thing was still a flower, but the flower was bigger.

It was the red flower in this sea of flowers that had been magnified thousands of times, and it was swaying slightly with the breeze.

Hart knew from the feeling in his heart that the existence he was looking for was on it.

Before he could speak, the huge flower bloomed, and a slender figure leaning on the stamen of the flower emerged:

"What are you here for?"

Looking at the other party's golden vertical pupils, Hart only felt as if his heart was being held tightly, his vision suddenly began to blur, a feeling of difficulty breathing welled up in his heart, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Seeing the other party's scum performance, Olga also smashed his mouth helplessly, and gave a zero score to this year's wizard apprentice in his heart, and he looked like he was about to faint to death before he even saw his face, which was really a weak chicken among weak chickens.

Over the years of garbage guy life, he was able to pick up thousands of Warcraft souls for nothing every day, and although he had not advanced in the past twenty-five years, the bloodline in his body had involuntarily transformed twice under the strengthening of the system, which made his body begin to emerge with some higher-level characteristics.

One of them is that if a weak person looks directly at his face, the soul will have an allergic reaction, causing dizziness and the like.

Olga gave it a relatively simple and easy-to-understand name, "The Weak Disperse".

Normally, if he hadn't deliberately strengthened it, then as long as his soul was a little stronger than an ordinary person, he should be able to greatly immune to the influence exerted by this state.

Basically, if you mix with the strength of a low-level apprentice, you can look directly at his face.

And the scum in front of him is obviously completely on the same level as ordinary people, and he hasn't even mixed with low-level apprentices, and he will fall into a fainting just by seeing his eyes.

I have to say that it's really a waste of wood.

Looking at the other party who was about to fall to the ground, Orga crossed her legs and sighed helplessly.

"No matter how scummy it is, it's also my first fat sheep, so let's give some face for the time being......

So he silently turned off his [Weak Scatter] ability temporarily.

I have to say that for this kind of pure passive ability, it doesn't require any consumption to turn it on, and turning it off requires a certain amount of power to suppress it.

Looking at the other party, who looked much more relaxed, Olga said calmly:

"Trash, lift your head, look me in the eye and tell me what your wish is!"

Look into Olga's eyes.

After some hesitation.

Although Hart felt very dissatisfied with the first two words of that passage and wanted to complain!

But the truth that people have to bow their heads under the eaves is still automatically understood by him across the barriers between the world and race, so that he directly ignores the dissatisfaction in his heart, opens his mouth and trembles and says: "I, I... Wanted to be a powerful wizard, so... Hope to have better wizard qualifications......"

The words are full of lack of confidence, and even the speech is intermittent.

He didn't know if the other party had the ability to change his qualifications, nor did he know if he had the value to be worthy of the other party's help.

So the question is, does the waste in front of you have this value?

Under normal circumstances, replacing his organs to give him higher qualifications is not very difficult or impossible, but it is definitely not simple, at least ordinary wizards will never be able to do it.

Otherwise, there would not be so few wizards in the wizarding world.

However, there is a specialization in the art industry, and this kind of thing is not difficult for Olga, because as early as the previous world, the source of his death plague could create zombies, abominations and other things, and now it is just a casual move for him to transform the flesh and blood organs of an ordinary person and create a gadget with the flow of magic meridians for the other party.

But is he the kind of demon who does good deeds and fulfills others?

Yes, definitely!

Good at learning, honest and trustworthy, moderate the masses, helpful, medical genius, recycling garbage, he is a waste of fame!

In the other party's nervous gaze, Orga replied flatly: "I can fulfill your wishes, so let's talk about the charges." ”

Swallowing his saliva, Hart suddenly felt that the situation was very bad, and he seemed to be slaughtered!

I kind of want to leave......