After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

Linton looked at Hassy, ​​who fell in front of him, and pressed his forehead with some headaches.

It was already the last day before school started, and he had cooperated with the boy in front of him several times, barely understanding the other's... um, personality.

Although he is a very serious and serious person in the laboratory, he is a perfect experimenter who is so serious and demanding that he can't make mistakes when facing the operation table.But usually, as soon as you leave the scope of the laboratory, you will...

Seeing the elegant and handsome young man who had just stood up from the ground, he stumbled on the ground and almost fell down again. Linton stretched out his hand to grab him, and asked in disbelief.

"Aren't you a fighting school who cultivates fighting spirit? I thought body balance should be the basic skill?"

In fact, Linton has asked this question many times, but no matter which time, Hirsch gave the same answer in a serious manner, with the same gentleness on his face.

"Of course, but there is no contradiction between my seriousness in battle and my usual actions."

The young Prinvey could only shake his head helplessly in response to this answer, elongated his voice, and replied in a sighing tone: "Okay, then you must be more careful in normal times."

Hirsch nodded, stood in front of the restaurant and waved Linton off, then turned around and wanted to enter the restaurant.

They had just finished the experiment together. As a freshman, Linton had to prepare for other admission matters, and planned to have dinner in the cafeteria near the administrative hall later.Haishizi, who has always been keen on high-quality enjoyment, resolutely chose the best restaurant.

So the two separated here.

Watching the light-blond boy walk away, Hai Shizi smacked his lips and opened the door behind him with a helpless smile: "Why are both of them so worried about me? I'm a fourth-level fighter after all. It may fall casually... ah!"

Before the words on the lips were finished, Haishi stepped on the carpet at the entrance, slipped and fell directly, and immediately forgot what he wanted to say.

The girl standing in the restaurant couldn't help but covered her mouth and burst out laughing, with a gloating effort to hide.

"Hasz, you fell down again!"

"I haven't. Can the matter of a fourth-level fighter be called a fall?"

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It began to rain lightly the day before Cesia officially started school.

The air was foggy, and the visibility became a little low. When walking on the road, it seemed that the strong water vapor was sucked up. Even holding an umbrella with one hand would not help at all.

Linton passed a corner and saw a few goblins who were trying their best to pry the mushrooms growing in the flower bed. When they found someone, they all went back into the ground and disappeared.

Shaking his head amusingly, the umbrella made of lightning sheepskin in Linton's hand drew golden streamers of light in the rain, bouncing away all the rain that might approach.

The wrench was still holding the umbrella, and Linton manipulated the paper and pen to write in mid-air with the necessary magic "object manipulation" that alchemists need to learn.

The letter paper with various textures and a strange fragrance floats in the office together with the quill pen, writing words slowly.

"To my dear father,

Sithia's life is better than I imagined. I have gained a lot from this open atmosphere and style of study. I can't wait to start Sithia's study life.

Regarding what happened recently, let me tell you something..."

The beautiful fonts were eloquent on the paper, and Linton stood in front of the gate of the A35 villa, looking for the key from his pocket.

He needs to go back and find a document first, and then go through the formalities with the document.

And even though he was concentrating on looking for things, he didn't stop any movement of his hands. It seemed that the whole person was split into two, one was writing letters, the other was looking for things—but, before he found the key, the man from the villa The door was opened from the inside.

"I'm a little worried about Prinylvi. He doesn't seem to have brought the key, nor did he bring the student status verification materials. If you can't come in if we all leave, you will miss today's process..." Money in the living room Dian said that towards the door, it seemed that he was communicating with Ann Lane who was in front of Linton.

What is he doing?

Linton blinked in a daze, and belatedly understood the meaning of the conversation between the two, and was about to speak when he heard Ann Lane's laughter.

"Don't wait any longer, look, it's just here."

The one who just opened the door of the villa was Ann Lane, who looked somewhat similar to Linton. This made the young man who was writing the letter look at the "person who looks very similar to me" described on the letter paper, and then clicked , manipulated the letter paper and pen and disappeared together.

"So I didn't bring the key? No wonder I couldn't find it after searching for a long time." Linton said awkwardly.

Anlan stared at him silently for a while, then glanced at the letter paper and pen that had flown upstairs, and finally showed a smile full of deep meaning, as if seeing through everything.

"You are probably the only one in this entire Sisia who can leave the key on the breakfast table."

Linton remained silent.

Don't think I didn't catch that you were mocking me, I can guarantee that there are far more people in this world who leave their keys on the breakfast table than you think—

"Thank you."

However, in the end, when he saw Ann Ryan quickly take out his key from the pocket of the magic robe, Linton still thanked him honestly.

After all, the other party is really serious about helping him pay attention to the key.

Just recalled that in the morning, because of an inspiration, he jumped out of the chair and ran to the laboratory, but Linton, who forgot the key, thought so.

Hearing Linton's earnest thanks, Ann Lane's expression turned a little subtle.

Is this Primvi learning to be stupid?It is obvious that the other party has paid more than himself. This is just an ordinary trivial matter, which can be solved at will, and he even solemnly thanked himself...

"Alright, alright, Linton is back, so let's go too?!"

Unaware of the delicate atmosphere at all, Qian Dian waved cheerfully, calling the students in the entire dormitory villa to register together.

Instigated by Qian Dian, the four of them even signed up for a freshman team competition that was said to be not very visible.

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At the same time, the core of Sithia's underground magic circle.

A series of black marks appeared in the mini sandbox map of the entire college, growing from thin to thick.

This is the control center of the magic circle of the entire academy, and it is also a safe area to supervise everything.

And the black marks are the distorted elements or malicious elements that exist in the academy. The thicker the color, the stronger the holder of the emotion or ability.And whenever the color gets darker to a certain level, special personnel will leave the core of the underground magic circle, and go to take various measures recorded on the other party's records.

When no one was paying attention, a short jet black light flashed.

Because every streak of black is very obvious, most of the people guarding here don't care much, thinking that it is someone who has no sense of existence hovering on the edge of the two.Anyway, it is enough to pay special attention to those who are about to enter the danger zone.

Naturally, no one noticed the flash of light at all.

Some people even rubbed their eyes without knowing it, thinking that they were dazzled by oversleeping.

And at the place where the black light belonged, the student with a peculiar gray in both hair color and pupil color carefully looked at the clay puppet in his hand.

The clay puppet painted in weird colors looks a bit shoddy, especially the corners of the grinning mouth, as if the paint was not evenly applied, with a strange smell of blood on the corners of the mouth.

"I hope you can give me the power to make everyone who looks down on me the power to be trampled under my feet. I hope that I will have the opportunity to be at the forefront of this upcoming trial."

The churning mist rose, and the gray-haired boy just showed a satisfied smile, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"what--"