before he was crowned king

During class time, Sean sat in the gray and white convocation-style stone-walled building of Abster College.The architectural style is ancient and traditional. The nave has a semicircular dome, and the long corridors with cross structures around it are as complicated as a maze.

This class is a brief history of the origin of magic that is compulsory for every student of the Imperial Academy of Magic. Commoner students are divided into two rows and sit facing each other at long wooden tables. Professor Udyr stands in the center and points to the words on the teaching board. humming.

"At the beginning of Genesis, ancient naturalists were more inclined to attribute the origin of the world to the division and combination of various elements, and in countless evolutions and collapses, gradually formed the most primitive prototype of the world—"

"Teacher, didn't the God of Light create our world in seven days?" Someone interrupted the question deliberately, "My mother told me so since I was a child."

Someone from below let out a low laugh.

"I'll just say some things once. Please remember, this is the Department of Natural Magic. If you really believe in the Creation of the God of Light, then you should go to Joshua College next door." Udyr's complexion Gloomy, "I hope this is the last time you interrupt my lecture. Of course, if any of you want to see me again next year, you can continue."

The threat of rebuilding was very effective, and the classroom immediately fell silent.

What Professor Udyr said was all excerpted from the same book "The Root of Magic". It happened that Sean had read this book in the Imperial Library a long time ago, so there was basically no difficulty in understanding it during the lecture.

Sean simply recorded while listening to the class.As long as Udyr's tone is aggravated or mentioned, he will mark it out, because these are likely to become the focus of future exams.

In his spare time, he would pay attention to the people around him, such as the young man he met in the lecture hall.

This time it happened to be sitting on his left again.

The young man still wore the black felt hat, his expression was cold, and he remained motionless throughout the class like a stone statue.Sean's attention was drawn to the opponent's hand.

The young man's fingers are much longer than the average person's. The pads of the fingers are calloused, the nails are neat, but the edges are in a straight line.

Commoners rarely have the habit of trimming their nails, and even if they do, they simply rub them with a tweezer.

This type of armor is somewhat special.

As the pages of the book were flipped, Sean naturally looked back, and suddenly found a torn and uneven note on his right hand.

[My name is Jerry, the chairman of the Civilian Solidarity Committee.It was a pleasure taking the same class as you, Sheen.You are now the person I admire most at the Academy. 】

Sean glanced to the right, where a curly-haired man with freckles was blinking at him.

Is this the effect of yesterday's incident?

He had no plans for a symbol of solidarity.

Sean turned his gaze back to his own record, pretending to be listening carefully, and directly ignored the strange note.

However, the high-spirited and high-spirited chairman of the committee did not give up lightly. After class, he enthusiastically followed Sean's footsteps.

"Hi, Sean, my name is Jerry, nice to meet you." The freckled youth smiled kindly, showing his white teeth.

"Hello." Sean responded lightly, then turned to the stairs.

"Hey, bro, you're so cool. I've grown up, and I've never seen someone as perfect as you! Smart, decisive, and not afraid of power, you're a natural leader!" Jerry said like He was well prepared, and there was no pause in the long words of praise.

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes, I would like to invite you to join our Civilian Solidarity Committee."

"Feel sorry."

"I can give you the position of president!"

"I have no plans to join any group for the time being." While walking, Sean suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

There are four white figures standing around the front column looking around, stopping a commoner student or two from time to time.Sean suddenly remembered what Stephen had said to him in the morning.

"What does this committee do?"

"We are determined to establish a fair and harmonious college environment, and resolutely oppose any discrimination and inequality. Our goal is to protect the rights that all civilian students should enjoy!" Jerry clenched his fists and said impassionedly.

"Sounds good." Sean said lightly.

"Yes, is it? I knew that my vision was right. We are like-minded, and you will definitely be interested in what we do." Seeing Sean's faint intention to let go, Jerry's eyes lit up.

"Ah, you're right." Sean nodded, then pointed to the front, "It seems that some students were bullied by the nobles, what should I do?"

Jerry looked along and saw the white-clothed students gathered in front of him, his throat rolled, "This—"

"You don't care?" Sean asked.

"Of, of course, we can't sit idly by. We, we want to promote fairness and justice, and I often take action to solve this kind of thing." Thinking of his passionate statement just now, and thinking of Sean next to him, Jerry couldn't go back on his word. , only exhaled heavily, and walked towards those noble students bravely.

Jerry seemed to say something to those people, and then those people surrounded Jerry.

After witnessing this scene, Sean turned around and walked upstairs.

"Professor Udyr." The serious old man just came out of the classroom, and Sean took the initiative to stop and say hello.

"Well, why are you back?" Udyr already recognized Sean, so he asked one more question.

"I've left something behind," Sean said.

"The door is open, go get it." Udyr nodded, ready to leave.

"Professor." Sean said, "I seemed to see Professor Nick downstairs just now."

"Nick? What is he doing here without class today?" Upon hearing this name, Udyr's head ached.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm not sure."

"No, I'm going to go down and have a look. In case this old lunatic wants to catch my students for dangerous experiments—" Before he could finish speaking, Professor Udyr rushed downstairs.

Sean entered the classroom and stood by the window. After confirming that Professor Udyr had scolded the troublesome noble children away, he went downstairs from the other side and left the building.

The so-called backfire is probably the case.

The more he didn't want to cause trouble, but the trouble always came to him.

Most of the time, Sean will regard himself as a precise cog, because he has a clear goal, so he will not put his energy on redundant people or superfluous things.

He is happy to maintain friendly relations with people in the academy, but only if the other party cannot become a part of his hindrance.

Sunshine came in through the flat crystal glass, and in the flower room where violets were blooming, His Highness Mars leaned back in his chair and looked at the three unsigned invitation letters on the table and sighed softly.

"Your Highness, some rumors have already started to circulate in the academy." The young man standing not far away asked, "The dissatisfied people among the ordinary students are starting to move again, should we do something?"

"Complaints are everywhere and you should let them out. Incompetent people have emotions too."

"But, do you just let them go like this?" The young man was puzzled.

"Why not? I'm not Professor Udyr. What's the purpose of me giving up my political power and coming to this academy?" Mars smiled, "I'm here to salvage pearls, not to sift gravel."

"I'm stupid." The young man lowered his head, "Then do you have any intentions for this year's Falcon Club?"

"Do you have any ideas?"

"I think Alex Cabed from Joshua College and Fiona Cassandra from Abster College are very suitable candidates, both in terms of ability and family background. It has met the requirements of our Falcon Club."

"And what about another one?"

The young man paused, and said bluntly, "The others are too ordinary."

"Ordinary?" Mars smiled, "I think there is someone very interesting. His ranking in my heart is even higher than those two you mentioned."

"You don't mean—"

"Ah, that's him." Mars nodded, "Sean Miller, you seem a little unbelievable."

"He's just a commoner student." The young man frowned. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I don't understand why you favor him. I really don't think he can take on such an honor."

"Tell me something that surprises you." Mars crossed his fingertips, "Sean Miller doesn't have any magical talent, he can't even perform the simplest magic."

"How could it be?" The young man was very surprised, "Who the hell is he?"

"As you know, a civilian with no background."

"How is this possible?" the young man murmured.

"Yeah, how is it possible? But he just did it." Mars said, "I admire this kind of people. They dare to do things that others can't do or even think of."

The young man was silent. Although he still doubted the ability of the common people, he believed in the Lord he was loyal to.

"I want to get him and his loyalty." Mars looked at the fragrant flowerbed, where the colorful butterflies lingered in the sweet violet buds, willingly fulfilling their duty of pollination, "I remember Ornis said, she wanted Throw a dance and make some new friends from the Academy."

"His Royal Highness did say so."

"In this case, let's invite them to come together." Mars signed his name on the bronzing invitation letter, "Thinking about it, it's really exciting."