The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Under the moonlight, there is a piece of tranquility, and the thick snow everywhere is glowing with illusory light.

The heavy snow fell like catkins, one of which landed on the child's curled eyelashes, and he couldn't help but blink hard.Then he stretched out his fleshy little hand and rubbed it, as if he was dissatisfied with the coldness, while the other hand was holding a black sleeve tightly.

The owner of the black sleeves leaned down. It was a very beautiful man with golden hair scattered on his shoulders. The black robe behind him brushed against the white snow, like elegant ink stains flowing slowly on the white paper. It was so beautiful and dazzling. Fantastic.He stretched out a white and slender hand from his long sleeves, and helped the little boy wipe off the snow that stuck to his eyebrows, his movements were gentle and delicate.

"Hehehe..." The slightly warm touch caused the young boy to burst into a smile, and he immediately reached out and grabbed the other's slender knuckles, tilted his head, and happily called, "Father."

The face of the man called father seemed to be shrouded in light, and he couldn't see clearly, but he knew clearly that this man was his father.

After the toddler called out happily, the man paused, and a gentle smile seemed to overflow from his eyes.He put his arms around the child's waist, and with a little force, he hugged the child in his arms.

The body temperature of the man came through the cloth, and the surrounding warmth isolated the world of ice and snow. The young child rested his head on the other's chest, and the hazy tiredness couldn't help but hit him.

"Camilo!" A stern voice came from the head, "Sleep me again after class!"

The boy whose name was called suddenly woke up. He got up from the table in a hurry, his black hair was messed up on the top of his head, and there was a red mark from the pillow on his sleepy face.

He fell asleep during class again and had that recurring dream.

The high-order language spiritual teacher who was lecturing was so displeased that a suppressed spiritual pressure had already been exerted in his voice: "Come up, fill in the missing parts of this score!"

Camelot recovered from his daze, and then reluctantly walked towards the small board.He kept his head buried all the way, and he didn't want to read the whole piece of tadpole-like sheet music on the wooden board, because he would definitely not be able to understand it.It wasn't until he came to the wooden board that Camillo raised his head helplessly. He glanced at the note on it, and his lips moved mechanically a few times, but he didn't even utter a complete syllable.

"Haha..." A boy who was younger than him took the lead in booing: "Teacher, Camillo is blind, hahahaha!"

The children in the room laughed after hearing this.

Only the instructor in front of the stage couldn't laugh. He frowned, glanced at the laughing students, and said coldly: "Go out and stand!"

The words of a high-level speech spirit are orders to a half-speaking spirit like Camillo, and there is no room for resistance.Camillo felt that his body was out of control, and he walked out of the classroom with both feet.

The bright sunshine outside was a bit dazzling, Camillo squinted his eyes, and recalled the dream he had had countless times since he was a child, how could he have a "father"?

He is obviously an orphan.

Camilo grew up in the orphanage of Lingling Island since he was a child. Unlike other orphans, he never had the ridiculous idea of ​​dreaming that he had a happy family. He accepted himself more easily than anyone else. The fact that there is no father and no mother.

This kind of thinking seems to have been deeply rooted in my mind from a long time ago.

He moved to a shady place and stood there. He was happy and worried about not being able to listen to the instructor's lecture.It's a pleasure not to listen to the bible, but if you don't listen to the lectures, you really have to repeat the grade again.

Alas, I was full of noise, I thought I'd better forget about that ridiculous dream. At this moment, singing voices came from the classroom behind me, and the immature voices of boys and girls were as beautiful as the sounds of nature.

Camillo's expression became subtle. He remembered that when he was young, under the guidance of the nuns, he had infinitely longed for the beauty of the spiritual language, and dreamed of becoming a great spiritual teacher, but when he entered the academy, he Only then did I realize that I had a huge flaw.

That is: he is a music blind!

That kind of music blindness who has no sense of music and can't hear the pitch even if he repeats or pulls.This is a disgraceful existence on Yanling Island!Because everyone here seems to have music flowing in their blood, even children who are babbling can hum a complete hymn.

"you can go now."

Camillo woke up from his thoughts, and turned his head to see that the instructor who had just started the class was standing beside him with a gloomy face.

Camillo could clearly see the disgust in his eyes, there was contempt, there was disgust, everything made people look down.It's not that he doesn't want to refute, but talking back to a high-level speech spirit is definitely asking for trouble.He lowered his head, gave a muffled "hmm", and raised his feet to go back to the classroom to pick up the books.

"There is a magic test in the afternoon, I suggest you better abstain and stop wasting my time."

While passing by, the mentor suddenly said something, Camillo paused, and quietly clenched the hands hanging by his side.

He tried his best to control himself not to look back, because only in this way, he would not see the disdain on the instructor's face. He didn't answer, but just snorted coldly in his heart, and strode into the classroom.

Pera, a beautiful girl with curly purple hair, came to see him during lunch break. It had been a long time since they had studied together.But now... Camillo should call her a senior, because he keeps repeating grades every year, and he hasn't even passed the lowest low-cost speech test!And Pella is already a quasi-middle-level speech spirit at this time.

As soon as Pella saw him, she came up and held his hand, as they were affectionate when they were children, "What's the matter, Camillo, listless?" Pella blinked at him. What about the guy.

"Don't mention it, take the magic test this afternoon." Camilo looked very irritable.

"Is it a formal exam?" Pella is most concerned about this. Thinking that she should be in the same class, but because of the exam results, she can't be in the same class as her good friend. From the bottom of her heart, Pella hopes that Camillo will pass the exam. If you do it, you will have a chance to obtain a low-level status, so you have to work hard!"

Camillo suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Pella that he had no magical induction so far.

No sense of music, no magic, it would be a big joke.

Pella thought, this time is a good opportunity, as long as Camillo works hard, she might succeed, she said happily: "Don't worry, the elementary magic test is very easy, just concentrate on it, you are optimistic about it." gone."

Before Camillo could react, she snapped her fingers, and a small blue ball of light suddenly gathered at her fingertips. In the center of the ball of light floated a few strands of azure blue light, like delicate wings intertwined and scattered, refracting Psychedelic brilliance, "This is healing magic, I just learned it, it's so pretty!"

Camillo nodded, envious in his heart.Pella's parents are both high-level word spirits, and she was the first among her peers to start practicing magic, so she didn't have the concept of "magic induction" at all, and naively thought that everyone must be born with the ability to perceive magic power.

But not everyone can master magic. This kind of power is called magic power in the heavenly world, and magic power in the demon world. Only those who sense this power can use it.Although Camillo has no magic sense so far, but fortunately there are many late bloomers, and he may be able to realize it when he is not sure.I heard that ordinary people in the human world often have examples of old people who are over seventy years old suddenly learning magic.In any case, induction magic is at least better than the singing test, and he finally has the hope of giving it a try.

In the afternoon, Camillo went to the test room. When the instructor saw him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into indifference: "Camilo, come up and draw lots."

Without hesitation, Camillo reached into the wooden box and took out a wooden stick with the writing on it - teleportation magic.

He was stunned for a moment, and a feeling of the sky falling came directly to him, it's over... This is the most difficult type of magic.

"Let's start the exam." There was no emotion in the instructor's indifferent voice.

Camillo's face paled a little. He knew that the possibility of his success was very small, but at this time, there was no way out for him, so he could only bite the bullet and go down.Camillo settled down and concentrated, his hands began to form slowly, and he recited the spell recorded in the textbook verbatim.

Yan Ling has an innate advantage in practicing magic, because they are good at singing and can accurately grasp the flow of power, while Camillo, who has no sense of music at all, finds it even more difficult to learn magic.

The instructor gave him a cold look. As he expected, there was no movement on the soles of Camillo's feet, and the scene was eerily quiet. Camillo lowered his head and said nothing.The mentor has already raised the quill, so far it is almost a judgment, and Camillo has zero points again.

Just when the pen tip touched the paper, a huge magic circle suddenly rose from the bottom of Camillo's feet, and a stream of air that seemed to be able to lift people rushed towards him. A faint red flame was born in the magic circle. Spinning up at a high speed, the entangled light and air flow gradually merged into one, forming a vortex of red light. In the light, Camillo's body gradually became blurred.

The textbooks and pages in the room were lifted up by the tyrannical airflow, and easily swept into the air.All the tables and chairs had been moved, and they were colliding with each other.The windows swayed back and forth as if out of control, making a loud banging sound.Frightened by the earth-shaking scene, several children who were about to be tested cried loudly, clutching the table tightly and not daring to let go.Even the tutor who invigilated the exam had to gather the spiritual pressure under his feet to barely stabilize his standing posture.

When the light finally dissipated, the white pages of the book were scattered on the ground, the tables and chairs were tilted, and Camillo had disappeared.

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