When he woke up the next morning, Penny was in a pretty good mood, the events of last night had left him no shadow, and the sceptibility ability while he slept gave him a sign that something good was going to happen today.

Such hazy omens rarely go wrong, and Penny had hoped that this miraculous power would lead him to the school of prophecy— This school is more special in the Searle red-robed mage system, because there are few spells that destroy the surname in the prophecy department, and the direction of specialization is also the ability of mysterious exploration, and the internal atmosphere of the school is harmonious and quiet to the point that other schools feel incredible, and the number of people is the most rare among the eight schools, this kind of place is naturally what Penny yearns for, but the bald head who presided over the test at the beginning cruelly cut off Penny's idea.

Because of a very hurtful self-esteem - Penny's IQ is not enough.

Mage is a high-level profession, not everyone can be a master, a mage, requires a high IQ, to be exact, is the ability to create a surname, although the acquired exercise can make the mind more acute and more in line with the laws of magic, but the innate creation of the surname thinking is difficult to improve.

The prophet has to sort out the cause and effect of the past and the future, and find the answers he wants from the vast amount of information, and the requirements for IQ are the highest among the eight schools, and they also have considerable perceptual assistance, so the number of people is naturally the least.

Creation surname thinking, in the era of relatively developed brain power on the earth, few people have it, and Penny can only be regarded as a little clever level, and after a few rounds of testing, the original form was revealed, but he just reached the standard of barely becoming a mage, of course, he has nothing to do with the prophecy system, which made him depressed for a while, but he was helpless after all.

Well, of course, these past events had nothing to do with Penny's good mood this morning, and soon his good omens were fulfilled, and at the door of the school building, Nimitz, the servant of the tutor James Warsh, informed him that there was a very important experiment today, and named him as his deputy, and Penny Sean naturally readily agreed.

Lenge Jan Washi is one of the three deans of Lakeside Academy, and his spell-casting ability has penetrated into the fourth layer of the magic web, and even if he is talented, it usually takes about twenty years of study in the arcane field to achieve it.

This is a relatively unique kind of spell mage, and in general, the sorcerer is mostly arrogant and likes to give orders on his toes and show his extraordinary influence - just like the spell spell surname, such as the Signature Summons series. Maybe it's compatible with the necromancy, this James is usually silent, very different from the overall style of the spell system, and among the three deans, he is also the most low-key one, preferring to be stuffy in the laboratory, so he is very familiar with Penny.

Because of this, James gave Penny many privileges, such as arranging for Penny to live in a separate dormitory and acquiescing in his delicate status, and Penny was happy to serve the taciturn middle-aged mage, as he was not as domineering as the other mentors, and it was very easy to do things with him.

However, Pennico didn't dare to slack off and underestimate this genuine red robe, do you remember the genius classmate who was regarded as a demon by Penny? That little life ended up in the hands of this perennial silent mentor.

So he got the news, and rushed to the door of the laboratory, and waited patiently, this wait may be long, maybe short, but it must wait.

The weather on the shores of Lake Serranbo has always been foggy, although it is cool, but scattered in this red-robed academy, there is always a feeling that makes people chill to the bones, Penny tightened the black robe on his body - he is only an apprentice, in Serre, if he does not obtain the official red robe qualification, he will be caught by the Searle knights and cut off his hands and feet if he wears red clothes, so it is common sense to never provoke people wearing red clothes in Searle.

Of course, these red-robed apprentices are all black-robed.

When Penny felt cold, a group of black-robed apprentices walked up to the laboratory, these apprentices were more slender than the average apprentice, and their long hair came out of the cape, this was a group of female apprentices.

The leading apprentice walked in a very unusual manner, with red threads embroidered on the black robe, which was remarkable, proving that she had come into contact with the inner magic net and would soon become a regular apprentice, not Panny, who could compete with the streets, so when she saw Penny, her eyes were full of sorcerer-like arrogance and contempt, as if to say look at you idiot.

This is normal for a spell red robe, and it is conceivable that growing up in this kind of place, the psychology will be a little distorted, and the stress and depression he is suffering will be transferred out, and Penny has become a good target.

Penny was naturally not angry, he naturally looked away, and several other female students also stared at him curiously, they didn't dare to look at Penny with much presumptuousness, one of them was especially thin, and it seemed that the little girl who was dodging and cowardly, and the eyes of Penny were still a little complicated.

This complicated look made Penny pause, and after looking at it for a while, he remembered that it was the unlucky guy from last night, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

However, this situation made the official red-robed apprentice a little angry, her surname was like that of a standard sorcerer, and she was used to being the center of attention, which showed that Penny was disrespectful to her, or at least interested, how to tell her not to be angry?

She suddenly had the idea of teaching Penny a lesson, but she was not stupid, she knew that in this academy, Penny was not something she could deal with in the open, so she turned her gaze to the girl Penny was looking at, and said, "Yo! Nephis, it seems that Senior Sean attaches great importance to you, and you still have you, you, you still don't say hello to Senior Sean!"

After a few seconds of hesitation, several middle fingers were raised together and held up to Penny.

Of course, this childlike vindictiveness does not make Penny angry, on the contrary, he finds it so amuseful that if it is not too cold, he even wants to laugh out loud.

However, the official apprentice was clearly not in a good mood, for several of her companions were not fully cooperative, such as Nephis, who kept her head down, clasped her fingers over and over, and her feet together, looking cramped.

So a slap was inflamed in the little girl's face: "Cheap thing, tell you to say hello to Senior Sean, didn't you hear it." ”

Nephies immediately crouched down and began to sobble in a low voice.

"What a shitty little piece of shit. The formal apprentice was not satisfied, and was about to continue the pursuit, when he suddenly heard several apprentices around him laugh suppressedly, and when he looked back, he saw Penny raise his right middle finger, and in the opposite direction, it was where Nephis was curled up in a ball.

"Hahahaha! Nephis, see no, waste and waste, hahaha. The tension was gone, one more person joined in, a group of female apprentices laughed louder, not noticing that Nephis, who was wiping her tears, suddenly stopped sobbing, and Penny Sean put away his middle finger with a smile on his face, turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a red robe wearing large-rimmed glasses standing behind him for I don't know how long, he respectfully saluted the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man silently nodded to the tattooed bald head, and walked into the laboratory building first, Penny Sean followed, as if nothing had happened in this corridor.

"James Wats, that's Dean James Wars. However, the arrival and departure of the middle-aged man in the red robe obviously couldn't escape the eyes of these sharp-eyed apprentices, and the official apprentice wanted to scream like a cat with its tail stepped on, but suppressed his panic: "Damn, what did he see!"

A group of elementary school apprentices were silent, this kind of thing was seen by people at that level, it was difficult to imagine what would happen, because the class gap was too large, they had no way to guess the thoughts of the superiors, and there was no other emotion in their hearts except panic.

Of course, this kind of little farce is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the superiors, and it will even be forgotten in the blink of an eye. However, of course, these poor apprentices, who were wrapped in depression and fear, did not know, and the panic and helplessness in their hearts urgently needed to be vented, so several pairs of cold and fierce eyes stared at the trembling figure on the ground.

"You say, Nephis, you've caused us a lot of trouble, what are we going to do?"

A couple of hands dragged the poor little girl to a hidden corner of the hallway.

"Rao...... Spare me, please, spare me!" was cast over Nephis's mind, knowing what might be coming.

The formal apprentice glanced at Nephies contemptuously, but noticed that something was wrong, and upon closer inspection, he found that the poor girl's gaze was not as scattered as before, but seemed to be focused in a center, and this plea became extremely powerful.

This made the formal apprentice inexplicably unhappy, and she changed her gestures as she pondered:

"Think about it, a few spells I linked to the magic web...... There is a secondary shock ball!"

Syllable!

With a snap of her fingers, a large number of electric sparks pounced on Nephes's body, she immediately let out a miserable scream, and then the pain on her body had reached the point where her mind was blurred, and the apprentices viciously released all kinds of zero-level first-level spells on her body - these low-level spells were ridiculously lethal in the hands of low-level mages, but the effect of giving people pain was very good, seeing Nephes's bare skin become charred and cracked, several apprentices had cruel smiles on their faces.

Nefez's throat was dumb, her ten pale fingers were clutched into the dirt, the pain in her body was numb, her mind was in chaos, and there were only a few thoughts left:

I'm not going to die.

I can't be on his dissection table.

I must live.