After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

Linton sat in the corner of the classroom, carefully looking at his future classmates.

If there is no accident, their group of magic students with the best qualifications will continue to be in the same class until they graduate.

Chuangshi God was eccentric when he created human beings. Most of those who were endowed by him with extremely high aptitude can obtain more favors from fate. They can go on the road of life more smoothly, and rarely appear The situation of falling in the process of childhood growth.

Or say:

Those with extremely high aptitude are naturally better than others. Even if they encounter the same problems as ordinary people, they can solve it with the influence of their talents.

In comparison, people with less talent need to spend 10 times and a hundred times more energy to catch up with them.

Linton did not like this conclusion very much, but it was such an argument that the accumulated experience of countless years brought him.

What a nuisance.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom, Ann Lane, who put down his things and left, came in through the back door, pulled away the chair beside Linton and sat down, half-closed his eyes, with a mask-like smile on his face, exuding from the inside out. A gentle yet inexplicably superior air.

Linton lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Is Qian Dian still deciding to major in martial arts?"

"Well, maybe the teacher of the magic department didn't really want to educate a student who practiced martial arts all the time, so he sent him to the martial arts department." Anlan replied with a smile, looking away from the students in the classroom However, his movements and demeanor were exactly the same as Linton's before.

Linton didn't notice this, but twitched the corner of his mouth.

For magicians, the pride of being a magician makes them not want to educate a student who actually practiced inferior martial arts.

As for the warriors, it is absolutely impossible to give a good seedling to the mages to spoil.So the two sides reached an agreement in such a weird way, which is really interesting.

Linton patted the magic robe that fitted him blankly, feeling a little complicated in his mood.

Anlan looked at his movements and laughed lowly: "How is it, my clothes still fit?"

Linton corrected calmly: "It's my clothes now, and I'll order an extra one to return to you."

He has reached an agreement with An Lane and decided to buy this brand new An Lane's clothes.

So An Laien changed his words graciously: "Well, it's your clothes, it should fit you well, right?"

He was a little taller than Linton, but only so much that it didn't really matter.

Linton nodded depressedly, and his eyes lightly passed over the students in the classroom.

The official assembly time in the afternoon seems to be 1:30, and the students seem to have all come together. I don't know when the teacher will appear.

Linton propped his chin with one hand, took out the pocket watch from his pocket, and glanced at the time.

If their teacher is a very punctual person, then they will not be able to see each other in about 6 minutes... Having just drawn such an idea in his mind, Linton felt in a trance that he seemed to hear something.

"click, click, click"

It was the faint sound of a pocket watch turning, but that wasn't what he heard.

"great……"

"My great..."

"Please grant me strength..."

Zhiling's broken words kept circling in his ears, and there was no way to form a meaningful sentence. Linton shook his head vigorously twice, and his eyes fell on the pocket watch in his hand.

Listening Watch: A failed alchemy product that occasionally captures sounds that the owner within 500 meters does not want to be heard by others.It's of no use.The only advantage is that no calibration time is required.

This is something that Linton refined before. Although it has a special effect, it is rarely triggered. Linton himself has used it as a standard pocket watch...

The strange sound I heard just now was brought by this pocket watch?

Linton was subconsciously suspicious.

Even if he is the maker of this alchemy product, it stands to reason that he should have some confidence in this thing.But this poor-quality failed product was so failed that Linton felt as if he was dreaming when he heard some strange sounds.

But soon, Linton realized that he was the only one who heard the voice through the gestures of the people around him, and he focused his attention on listening.

"Great God of Darkness, please give your faithful believers strength, and let me gain supreme glory..."

"Snapped"

He knocked the book in Linton's hand to the ground, but Linton didn't even think about picking it up. He looked around and quickly put the pocket watch in Ann Lane's hand.

Dark God!

The God of Darkness who should have vanished logically!

Although he knew that it was not appropriate to entrust this kind of matter to ** Boss, but Linton, who vaguely remembered that the Boss was not a dark god attribute, still subconsciously chose the other party when he was at a loss.

Ann Lane was taken aback by Linton's action, and took the things he handed over in a daze.

"what is this?"

"Listen, listen." Linton said anxiously.

Fortunately, Anlan quickly understood what he meant, closed his eyes, and listened carefully.

Half a minute later, the thin eyelids opened, revealing the cold blue pupils inside.

"In Sisiya's teaching building, there will be people offering sacrifices to the God of Darkness? It's amazingly daring."

He glanced at the time on his pocket watch, got up and pulled Linton up and walked out.

"Wait, class..."

"This kind of thing is much more important than going to class." Allen said hurriedly, "The Temple of Light has not encountered anyone who worships the God of Darkness for more than 100 years, even before there were only a few, and there were no clues at all. "

"Hurry up and find someone to catch the other party's words now, maybe you can find out the movement of the Dark God. If you do this, there will be..." Anlan pointed at himself, and then tapped Linton's chest.

"Clues related to that curse."

Linton, who was still a little bit reluctant at first, suddenly froze, and quickly turned his back on the guest, dragging Ann Ryan and rushing downstairs.

"Let's go, let's go to the small temple in the academy!"

On this point, the two people are very consistent.

They all have a very high sense of nostalgia for their families, and they all hope to restore the glory of the family—in this case, they must not let go of anything related to that curse.

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Sisia starts school in winter, and due to its geographical location, the winter here is cold and dry.

Iverson yawned slowly, huddling in a corner to avoid the cold wind.

On the first afternoon of school in the martial arts department, they were packed together and thrown to the training ground for running training and basic exercises, without any intention of letting them get to know each other first.

The teacher who led them was named Kesf, who was strong and hearty, and told them to run 15 laps on the training ground first, and then practice swinging swords, then turned around and went to the corner of the training ground, and began to educate them in the training ground. Seniors and sisters practicing by themselves in the corner.

When Iverson passed by on the first lap, he heard their teaching content.These seniors seem to have also participated in the competition that a1 signed up for, and they will appear on the training ground, and they are looking for Mr. Kesf for help.

This is the opponents?

Iverson shuddered at the time, quickly glanced around the people standing there, and then his eyes fell on the face of a familiar person.

— the ones that have just been discussed at the dinner table during breakfast in the morning.That seems to be the wood magician who got the adventure of the Necromancer tree.

He didn't look very well, his hair and pupils were getting darker and darker, and his whole person was gloomy.After his companion started training, the man named Allen took two steps back, and he spoke alone behind the tree wall in another corner of the training ground.

Iverson glanced at the magician teaching building not far behind the tree, and then at Allen. He didn't quite understand why this guy stayed here to practice.

And it's so dark, I don't know what I'm doing.

This idea only spun in Iverson's mind and was quickly thrown away.

He found an opportunity to sneak away from the team, and hid under the fence of the training ground, just not far from Alan, and planned to wait for the students to finish running before going back.

Hearing the sound of yawning, Allen not far away raised his head and asked Iverson in a bad tone: "Why are you being lazy when everyone is training?"

Iverson was taken aback by this sudden inquiry: "I practiced martial arts early, and now these basic exercises are useless to me."

Allen's face turned paler, and he sneered, "Are you level seven?"

Level 7 is a hurdle, and countless people have been buried on this hurdle.

"How is that possible?" Of course Iverson didn't have a seventh grade, he frowned and his tone was a bit bad.

At the age of 10 like them, reaching level 4 is already the result of childhood training, and level 7 can only be achieved by riding until the light god manifests.

"Then what qualifications do you have not to participate in the training?" Alan's tone became even worse, "Below level 7 is low-level, and you are still low-level, don't you even need to exercise the basics?"

"What kind of ghost theory are you talking about?" Iverson sneered.In this world, level 4 is the threshold for an intermediate level, which happens to be a mid-level magician. There has never been a saying that levels below level 7 are low-level.

"Under the seventh level, a talented person like you can practice as long as you work hard. Isn't this a low level?" Allen explained with a gloomy expression.

"Although more often, talented people like you are wasting their talents..."