before he was crowned king

This is obviously not the kind of illusion created by Herrell, because everyone present heard this voice!

"Sean Miller. Who is Sean Miller among you?" The old man's voice clearly conveyed to everyone's ears, "I know you are here, don't waste time, come out quickly."

Such an inexplicable sudden change completely stunned Sean.

Seeing that no one responded, the old man frowned and looked around, and said, "Listen, I have already spilled absolutely deadly powder in the hall. If you don't come out, Sean Miller, I will let everyone in this hall stay. Died unconsciously."

"By the way, you'd better not move around. As you can see, I am a magician far stronger than you, don't underestimate what I say, otherwise the toxin will quickly eat into your body and turn you into a puddle Mud." As soon as the old man finished his eerie metaphor, a large amount of dust suddenly fell from the sky, and the sudden wind blew the dust everywhere.

The people below were terrified, squatting down one by one, covering their mouths and noses in panic, and some unconsciously shed tears.

There was chaos.

Who is this guy?

Being able to use high-level wind magic like [Levitation], the strength is at least at the level of a magister.

Why would such a strong man seek him?

Could it be that his identity was discovered by Mrs. Mary?

Impossible, even if Mrs. Mary really found out, Mrs. Mary would not ask others to take action on such an occasion.

But, who else would want his life so impatiently?

Who will it be?

Sean's mind was running fast, his fists were slightly clenched, his back was slightly sweating, and countless impossible hypotheses flashed through his mind.

No reasonable explanation can be found at all.

"Sean Miller, don't let me call your name again!" The old man's voice was a little impatient, "Come out quickly, I have something very important to ask you."

Sean raised his hand to cover his face, and looked around the situation with his eyes. Now everyone is talking about his name.

The other party did not leave him any possibility of escape, and at this time everyone in the hall was tied together.If anyone leaves the seat, it means who is the Sean Miller the old man is looking for.

The choking powder in the air fell on Sean's fingers. The familiar smell surprised Sean, and then he tasted the strange powder subconsciously.

Eriks stood there alone, the only one in the blind spot behind the old man.

He had a serious expression, his thin lips moved slightly, and the hand hidden behind the podium was faintly glowing with light.

"I'm here." Suddenly someone stood up from his seat.

This somewhat familiar voice distracted Erics for a moment, and the magic in his hand had to be stopped.

"Are you Sean Miller?" The white-haired old man was wrapped in his dark purple robe, and floated close to the blond young man who stood up.

"Yes." Shane raised his head.

"Why didn't you come out when I called you so many times just now?" the old man complained, stroking his beard and frowning.

"Then why did you scare everyone with pepper powder all over the floor just now?" Sean asked.

What?pepper?

All the people were dumbfounded in an instant, and they remained in a state of embarrassment, not knowing whose words to believe.

"Hmph, because I hate talking to stupid people, and explaining the reason to them is a waste of my precious time." Seeing that his little trick was discovered, the old man shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to what he had done, "Look at this How stupid they are, these people don't even recognize the seasonings they sprinkled on their own soup."

Sean remained silent. This kind of thing was unimaginable. Who would have thought that a strong man at the level of a magister would be so bored that he would use a large bag of pepper to make a prank.

"What do you want from me?" Sean sighed inaudibly.

"There's something! Of course there's something! Sean Miller? What's the matter with the [Youth Eternal] medicine theory you wrote? It's even more perfunctory than the teaching report written by me fooling the principal! What does it mean to use tungsten steel to remove the original? The dead matter in the potion? Who can understand your writing so unclearly? If it is as simple as you said, then why do we humans still eat, and we can become immortal by eating tungsten steel directly!" Although Although he is old, the old man speaks very fast when it comes to the field he is good at.

"That's just a conjecture." Sean pursed his lower lip and said, "Many of them have not been proven—"

Sean's remarks seemed to annoy the old man even more. Before Sean finished speaking, the old man stopped the conversation again, "Huh? You actually said conjecture, you just don't want to tell me. What kind of selfish academic are you?" Spirituality? The potion formula you listed at the end even measured the weight of each material! Are you guessing this too?!"

"This is—" the old man spoke sharply and aggressively, Sean's throat rolled, and just as he was thinking about how to explain it, the crystal lamp in the hall suddenly lit up again.

"Nick Flamel! Have you had enough of this?"

Another old man with a rigid expression and meticulous attire appeared at the gate of the lecture hall, "You are so good at causing trouble, you messed up the first activity of the college just after you came out of that crappy research room! If the principal had already Just let you go!"

"Oh, really? That's a pity, Udyr. Don't you know? It's because of your bad personality that you haven't even been able to be the vice-principal." Professor Nick said disapprovingly.

"You say I have a bad personality?! You guys who practice alchemy are all crazy lunatics!" After getting angry, he realized that he was a little out of control, and Professor Udyr tugged the bow tie around his neck, Looking at the silver-haired man sitting in the front row, "Your Highness Mars, you should stop Professor Nick. You know he is old."

"Hey, are you much younger than me? Old man." Professor Nick rolled his insensitive eyes and muttered, "I will only be 120 three years old after Shrove Day next February."

Probably because he didn't want to see two old bones bickering with one and a half feet in the grave, Mars stood up, brushed off the pepper powder stained on his body, smoothed things over, and took the initiative to accept the fault, "I'm sorry, Wu Professor Dill. A few days ago, I heard from Stephen that Professor Nick had been chanting the name of a new student, because he was curious, so he didn’t come out to maintain the situation just now. Don’t worry, I will be responsible for cleaning here.”

After speaking, Mars turned his head and seemed to be looking intently at the blond young man standing beside Professor Nick.

Sean's eyelids drooped slightly, and he was naturally aware of that aggressive gaze.

It's really not a good thing for him to be targeted by such troublesome people.

For him, today's opening ceremony couldn't be worse.

After experiencing a shock, most of the freshmen were not in a good state. Some instructors from the seminary came and used group [invigorating] magic on them, for fear that what happened today would cast a shadow on these young imperial elites. Come.

After the orderly evacuation, the entire lecture hall soon fell silent, and Professor Udyr stopped his old colleague with a straight face.

"You threatened the principal to grant special admission qualifications just because of that young man just now?" Professor Udyr asked with a frown.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Professor Nick shook his head, his tone a little impatient.

"He doesn't know magic." Professor Udyr emphasized the seriousness of this matter again, "Is it plausible that a person who doesn't know magic has been admitted to the best magic academy in the empire? If everyone knows about this, you Do you know what the consequences will be?"

"It's none of my business, I just know he's a genius." Professor Nick pouted, with a sarcastic expression, "I've had enough of teaching idiots every day, and few of the students accepted by the academy are willing to learn alchemy Yeah. Udyr, you know? I feel like I'm teaching a bunch of fishy animals all day long, and they can't remember anything with brains no bigger than fingernails! Not to mention expecting them to flex and innovate on alchemy Alchemy is going to perish if this continues!"

"It's a lot of age, what are you so excited about?" Udyr was taken aback by Professor Nick. In fact, he could understand Professor Nick's mood, because the magic circle design class he was in charge of teaching was also an unpopular class. It's like playing a one-man drama, and it's very bleak to think about it, "Okay, okay, I don't know about this, it's okay. It's just that if he exposes himself, I'm afraid he will be in trouble."

"I'll talk to him about this in private." Professor Nick sighed, "Now it's not humans who control magic, but magic that controls us."

"No way, the situation is not stable. As long as the war is not over, what this academy sends out will be war machines." Professor Udyr said with emotion, "To guide the trend of history, we need a unique leader. Those of us who are about to enter the grave people are powerless."

After dusk, the restaurant was full of people.

There are two halls in the north and south of the Imperial Academy of Magic to provide dinner for thousands of students in the school.This division was originally intended to save time for the students of the two colleges to catch up with classes. However, as time went by, the division of dining personnel in the two halls changed. The south restaurant was occupied by noble students, while the north restaurant became a place for some people civilian canteen.

Naturally, these things were not written in the student handbook, so when Sean stepped into the College South Cafeteria looking for cheesecake, he felt like the only black sheep in the flock.

Lines of sight shot coldly at him like arrow feathers.

I have already walked in, even if I exit now, it will not help.

Sean could only sigh, and took the plate from the obese woman. He bought a piece of cheesecake covered with blueberry sauce and put it in a paper bag. He ordered another piece of fried egg and a piece of pork Mashed potatoes and a bowl of vegetable soup.

With the bag in one hand and the plate in the other, he found a very remote corner and sat down.

"Is it possible to take away what you eat?"

"This is probably how the poor eat."

"I guess it's because I often don't get enough to eat that I have such eating habits."

Many people were jokingly watching Sean's words and deeds, while whispering with the people around them.

However, apart from the ridiculous bag of food, they soon lost the fun and had nothing to talk about.

The dining etiquette of this civilian student was unexpectedly perfect, even more standard and elegant than most of them present.

"Heh, I learned these things before I entered our circle." Someone suddenly muttered.

The voice was a bit abrupt, but Sean continued to eat calmly as if he didn't hear it.

The nobles despise the common people, and the common people envy the nobles.

This kind of provocation stemming from contradictory positions has no effect on Sean, and he may be regarded as a rather special case.

He was both a nobleman and a commoner.

Strangely enough, however, Sean doesn't feel strongly attached to either identity.

"Excuse me, is there anyone around?"

Sean paused for a moment before looking at the overly handsome face.

Such a farewell is probably not a coincidence.

Regardless of their status or occasion, they are willing to lend a helping hand to others at any time. There are not many nobles who are so loyal to meddling in their own affairs.

In this way, from some perspectives, both of their brothers are rare creatures in the world.

"Please, I've already eaten." Sean said and was about to get up.

"Then... would you like some more?" The black-haired young man scratched his head, his voice a little embarrassed.