Magical Strategist

It's just that Baggio disdains these rules, and there is no need to mobilize an army to let everyone in the world know that Vulcan has a new apprentice. It started in a low-key manner and ended in a low-key manner, which was in line with his style.

After the real dragon kowtowed three times in a row, there were stars in his eyes and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

Just as he stood up, Baggio raised his eyebrows at him and raised his fingers.

"Come here and kowtow to me." Baggio said with a leisurely and contented expression.

"Still knocking?" Zhenlong was a little reluctant.

"What do you think? Is it still called apprenticeship if you don't kowtow?" Baggio said.

The real dragon recognized it, moved his knees, and started knocking against Baggio again.

"Wait a minute, I remember that when the apprentice knelt down to worship the master, each kowtow had a meaning. How did he say this line? I should have called someone to host it, Haitang, did you know?" Baggio asked.

Haitang was thoughtful and handed Baggio the prepared speech for the apprenticeship ceremony.

"Haitang is still careful. Okay, once you kowtow, the sun and the moon will be dipping, and it will last forever; but you kowtow the hell, why are you standing there? Two kowtows, and the masters join forces and become famous throughout the world... Three kowtows, the teacher's kindness will be remembered forever, and the merits will last forever... ...The one who prepares for his disciples will definitely respond..." Baggio took the manuscript and read it over.

Begonia on the side showed obvious jealousy. How can you be so virtuous as a real dragon? He needs character but no character, he needs quality but no quality, he needs strength but no strength, he is good for nothing, he is careless, uneducated, and lustful. How can such a person? Can you become the disciple of Vulcan?

This is nothing. The problem is that Haitang is Baggio's apprentice, and Zhenlong is Baggio's apprentice. According to seniority, shouldn't he call that bastard "Uncle Master"? Pooh! She stared at the real dragon with eyes as clear as ice and fire.

"From now on, you will be my third apprentice, Baggio. I hope you will work hard and concentrate in the future..."

"Master, you have to study hard." Zhenlong corrected.

"It's enough to be less pretentious. As my disciple, you must keep the following three points in mind: first, be loyal to the alliance; second, once you are a disciple, you will always be a disciple, and you must not betray; third, if you are a disciple, you will be a disciple for life. Be honest, keep a low profile, and do what you say! Can you do it?" Baggio was a foul-mouthed man, but he spoke these three points of master-disciple promise very fluently.

"Yes!" Zhenlong said firmly with firm eyes.

The simple apprenticeship ceremony ended quickly.

Baggio looked up at the ceiling. The bright moonlight shone in through the countless small holes in the ceiling. "It's getting late, so come here first today. From tomorrow on, you don't have to go to the afternoon practical class. You can just come here to find me."

"Is it really possible that we don't have to go to class?" Zhenlong said in hindsight.

Baggio frowned, raised his hand and shuddered: "Can't you understand people? What are you pretending to do?"

The real dragon covered the big bag on his head and didn't dare to say another word. Baggio's brutality was no joke.

"Haitang, have you almost learned the advanced fire magic?" Baggio asked.

"Yes, under your guidance, I have basically mastered it." Haitang said.

"Very good, you need to improve your magic power now. Only by breaking through the purple fighting spirit can you use these magic spells to their full potential. If you have anything you don't understand in the future, you can come to me at any time." Baggio said.

"Thank you, Master!" Haitang said.

"Very well, you two go back."

"Yes!"

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The apprenticeship ceremony is over.

Zhenlong and Haitang were walking back to the dormitory building. The two of them remained silent. Haitang did not want to communicate with the real dragon, while the real dragon could not find a topic to talk about. The whole world was eerily quiet. In this way, they remained silent until the door of the dormitory building.

"Well, nephew Haitang, we'll see you tomorrow." Zhenlong said with a smile.

"Don't think that Baggio's apprentice is great. In my eyes, you will always be a lazy, low-class man who doesn't do his job properly." Haitang finally poured out the complaints she had been holding in for a long time.

"Don't say that, I'm still very motivated." Zhenlong said. However, this kind of careless tone does not sound like someone who is motivated.

"Why does Baggio even recognize you? I just look down on you, look down on you!" Haitang roared uncontrollably.

"I'm your uncle, please don't be so cruel, okay?" Zhenlong said, pretending to be aggrieved.

"Two classmates, please don't disturb others' rest by making loud noises." The goddess walked out and said.

"I'm sorry, we realized our mistake." Zhenlong apologized quickly.

Haitang snorted coldly and went back to her dormitory. She didn't want to see the real dragon's false and ugly face for a moment.

It is normal for little girls to have abnormal moods and lose their temper for a few days every month, so the real dragon will not care about it.

I returned to the dormitory, lit the oil lamp, took a comfortable shower, returned to bed, and turned on "Jin Dou Swing".

A day worth celebrating has passed.

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The next day, the theoretical class ended and after lunch.

Gossip window.

Today's headline is no longer about the fight between a certain gang and a certain gang, but about the Real Dragon of Lille.

"Look, he is Vulcan's new disciple." The surrounding students stood behind the real dragon and whispered.

"I was attracted by Vulcan just two days after I came to the academy. I've been here for three years and Vulcan doesn't even look at me." A male student complained.

"I don't see anything special about him, he's just a tall and thin boy." A female student said.

It was really uncomfortable to be stared at by all kinds of strange eyes. There is no way, as soon as this person becomes famous, he will definitely attract envy, jealousy and hatred. In desperation, the real dragon had no choice but to squeeze out of the crowd and escape the place of right and wrong.

When I arrived at the special training ground, I found it empty. It was lunch break now, and Baggio should not arrive until later.

So, back to the training ground of Huoban.

Found Haitang practicing magic.

This girl works really hard, training against time to become the strongest magician. The real dragon did not bother, but sat in the corner and watched quietly.

Haitang could be seen closing her eyes slightly, calm and relaxed, her robe swaying left and right with her fighting spirit, and her beautiful body was on display. The calves that appear and disappear are as white as jade. The black hair, parted in the middle, undulates with the airflow, as soft as willow silk, as smooth as satin, even the sun's rays are jealous of it.

After a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the purple fighting spirit that had been brewing for a long time came fiercely. The entire training ground suddenly aroused a strong air current, which literally flipped the chairs beside the wall upside down. Qianqianyu raised her hands above her head, with her palms facing up. At the same time, a round red magic circle appeared above her palms.

The magic circle occupies most of the field, and the corner where the real dragon is located is also in the magic circle. He clearly felt the temperature around him rising and the air becoming hot. His consciousness told him that if he didn't leave the magic circle, he would be in trouble.

At this time, Haitang exerted force on her palm, and with a "whoosh" sound, the magic array emitted a dazzling red light.

"Fire Blade Fire Rain!" As soon as the words came out, needle-like fire rain fell densely from the sky.

Is this killing me?

The real dragon rolled and crawled, holding its head and running away. But he still couldn't escape the magic circle in time, and received two drops of fire rain on his neck. A burning sensation swept over me.

"Wow, it's hot, it's hot, it's burning me to death!" He hurriedly slapped the flames on his neck. The fire was extinguished, leaving only two traces that looked like strawberries were planted.

"Why are you here?" Haitang discovered the real dragon in the corner.

"Why can't I be here? Ouch..." The real dragon covered his neck and groaned.

"Didn't you see me practicing?" Haitang asked again.

"Dear nephew, you can forget about not apologizing for hurting me like this, but you still blame me, how can there be such a reason." Zhenlong said pretending to be angry.