before he was crowned king

In the afternoon, Shane sat in the classroom.On the teaching desk, a student with chicken nest head was holding two empty bottles. He watched with trepidation that the silver liquid that was about to be diluted was dripping on the flames, and his face was full of bewilderment.

With a bang, Feng Juan rushed in suddenly, enveloping the silver liquid.

"It's so stupid that I can't even recognize the most basic alchemy symbols." Professor Nick stretched out his neck, his wrinkled face was close to him, and the chicken-nest student squeezed his neck, looking like a chicken chick threatened by a vulture .

"Now tell me, which symbol on this taught you to do the stupid thing of putting mercury on the fire?" Professor Nick said, blowing his beard, "Are you going to perform poisonous mist extraction?"

"Sorry... I, I didn't know that was mercury."

"Go and stand!"

The Jiwotou student drooped his head, was scolded, and was forced to stand at the back of the classroom.

"So, who below can understand this formula?" Professor Nick glanced down, the heads of the students were almost stuck on the table, and everyone was afraid of being hit by him.

Professor Nick exhaled heavily through his nose, and looked at the blond young man not far away, "Sean, come up and finish this formula."

Sean put down his pen, walked up to the teaching desk, and put on thin leather gloves without haste.

"This is a process of making a buffer. Mercury is a commonly used reaction solution, so you need to pay attention to its own toxicity. Aluminum is a metal that is relatively easy to react..."

Sean looked serious and his voice was clear. He dripped the silver liquid on the aluminum plate, and saw white filaments coming out continuously.

From time to time, there was a slight sound of surprise, and Professor Nick's expression eased a lot, and he patted Sean on the back.

After class, Sean followed Professor Nick out of the classroom.

"Is there class tomorrow morning?"

"There is a "Magic Array Application Theory"."

"Udyr's class!" Professor Nick nodded, "Okay, I will tell him, you just go out with me tomorrow."

Sean raised his head slightly, "Professor, is that the thing?"

"That's right, you're lucky. My old friend just came back from a trip recently and will stay in the capital for a few days. I just happened to take you to meet her."

"Professor, thank you." Sean leaned slightly, his tone sincere.

Although his face was still calm, something could not help but surge in his eyes.

"Has your good-for-nothing magic physique turned around?" On the way back to the dormitory, a voice rang lazily above his head, and a slender cat tail swayed around Sean's eyes.

"Where have you been these few days?" Sean asked lightly.

"This question sounds like you miss me." Herrell said quietly, "Do you want me to accompany you to class?"

"..." Sean stopped talking. Seeing that Herrell was still in the mood to joke, he thought there was nothing serious.

"By the way, I still prefer strawberry flavored cheesecakes, which are sweeter than blueberry ones. Sure enough, the ultimate sweetness itself is king."

As if thinking of the good taste of dessert, the drooping cat's tail wagged even more joyfully.

Thinking that a glutton like Helear who loves to enjoy himself was once a high god, Sean shook his head and sighed inaudibly.

Back at the Rose Hall, Sean found Stephen standing at the door, looking around.

"Dear Junior Sean!" A figure rushed over.

"Senior Stephen, what happened?" Sean was a little unaccustomed to this address, and his eyes drifted to the sleeves that Stephen grabbed excitedly.

"Student! Look at what this is?" Stephen took out a gold-plated black envelope from his arms, "You are an honor among ordinary students. Don't forget me, senior brother, if you are in the future!"

Sean took the letter, and sealed it with a golden letter stamp at the back, without any sign of opening it.

Under Stephen's excited urging, Sean opened the letter and narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the red eagle-shaped seal.

"Sean Miller:

See the letter.

Tomorrow night, Her Royal Highness Princess Ornis of the Violet Garden will hold a welcome ball for new students.The so-called like-minded friends are a lifetime wealth.We will invite the best students of the Imperial Academy of Magic to gather together.

Sincerely invite you to participate, and look forward to your arrival.

Lambert Edison"

Stephen came over to look at it, smiled, and quickly patted Sean on the shoulder, "It really is an invitation from the Falcon Club! When Lambert gave me the letter, he thought he was asking me to hand you a duel letter Oh my God! This is nothing like anything before!"

Sean scanned the letter back and forth, "Senior, is this Lambert Edison a member of the Falcon Society?"

"Lambert is the current vice president of the Falcon Society, the son of Earl Shelter, and the confidant of Prince Mars. This letter is said to be written to you by him, but it is actually the result of His Royal Highness Mars' orders! My God ! He also invited you to the princess's dance banquet. Sean, you have been favored by His Highness, you are really lucky! Your future is destined to be bright!"

As the real invitee, Sean looked like an irrelevant bystander.He said goodbye to Stephen, and after returning to his room, he put this "valuable" invitation letter on the table.

The black cat jumped onto the table, and the cat's paw unfolded the envelope, "Aren't you interested in this invitation? This is a good opportunity for you to enter the upper class."

"It's an opportunity, but also a temptation." Sean said, "His Royal Highness Mars is estimating my value."

"It's a matter of course. For him, it must be to support people who are useful to him."

"What does he want? What can I give him? This is the key to the game. Whoever has more control will gain the upper hand." Sean said slowly, "As far as I can see, I haven't figured it out yet."

"What do you want to understand? Why did I hand you an olive branch?"

"Olive branch..." Sean sighed, looking deeply at the invitation letter, "No. This is a hook with bait on it, and once you bite it, you can't break free."

In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone on the wrought iron gate of the Imperial Academy of Magic, and a four-wheeled carriage quietly drove into the road leading to the block.

Today's Professor Nick is a bit unusual. He took off his long purple robe and put on a dark green short dress.A dark gray hat covered his sparse head, and he was holding a snake-headed cane that the old nobles liked to use. He looked energetic like a young man.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of an elegant building with a triangular roof.

Sean quietly followed Professor Nick, and was surprised to witness the hesitation and entanglement of this always bold and straightforward old man.

After putting down his hand for the third time, Professor Nick coughed and took a step back with red ears, "It's better...you do it."

Sean froze for a moment, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A woman's voice came from inside the door.

Sean turned his head to look at Professor Nick, and saw that the other's hand on crutches trembled.

"Nick? Is that you?" Seemingly waiting too long for an answer, the door opened, and an elderly woman walked out, with a tall brown bun and a tulip-red tulip dress. , with a soft face, and the beauty of his youth can still be vaguely seen.

"Carrie, Carrie, it's been a while." Professor Nick said, looking cautious like a young man, "This is my student Sean Miller."

"Oh, what a handsome boy, Nick, he looks more energetic than when you were young." Carrie smiled, "Come on, come in quickly, I'll make you some tea."

"...Professor?" Feeling the gaze cast on him, Sean turned his face and asked softly.

"Hmph, it's not that exaggerated." The old man muttered softly, "It's clear that I was more handsome when I was young."

"Nick, I heard that you hired a genius in alchemy, is this the young man?" Carrie smiled and sat down with a teacup.

"It's not considered a genius. It's just better than those young people today." Professor Nick's voice was blunt, "It's still far from the level of a master alchemist."

"Master alchemist?" Carrie looked at Sean with a smile. "It seems that you are really outstanding. Nick regards you as his academic successor."

"I'm also very fortunate to be appreciated by the professor." Sean smiled.

Professor Nick snorted softly, and sat silently with folded arms.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Carrie Vidock, a water magician. I'm devoted to magic and human research. I've been friends with Nick for more than sixty years."

"Sixty years?"

"Yeah, time doesn't age. I remember when I first met Nick, I was a pretty girl. Doesn't it look like it?"

"No, I made a mistake." Sean lowered his head slightly and said, "I thought you were in your 40s when we first met. I'm really sorry."

"Really... Do I look so young?" Carrie covered her mouth in surprise.

"Indeed."

"The young man can really talk, and I will be 83 in a year." Carrie said with a happy smile.

"I really can't tell."

Seeing that the other two were chatting happily and seemed to completely ignore their own existence, Professor Nick coughed dissatisfiedly and interrupted the conversation.

"Carrie, I came here today because I want you to help me take a look at this kid's body."

"I know, I've read your letter." Carrie glanced at Sean, and then at Nick, "There is indeed a possibility of illness, but you'll only know after reading it."

Sean followed Carrie to a room. The color of the room was warm and soft, and some delicate flowers were planted. Such a comfortable and intimate atmosphere made it easy for people to feel relaxed.

"Mind if I use magic on you?" Carrie asked.

"What magic are you talking about?"

"Carrie is a senior water magician. The magic she said is to observe the specific situation inside your body by manipulating blood flow. There will be some discomfort during the process, but you can't resist it." Professor Nick said, "Carrie Used to be a professional physician."

"Actually, this kind of treatment is difficult for many people to accept." Carrie continued, "After all, strangers are allowed to operate blood, and there are certain risks in the process, so it is a test of trust between patients."

"I understand, please start." After listening, Sean nodded.

"Do you want to think about it again?" Carrie was a little surprised at the young man's decisiveness.

"No need." Sean stretched out his arm, "If I still have doubts about your rescue, then I will disappoint you and the professor."

Carrie was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old man, "He is an honest and sensible child. When I used to treat those nobles, it took me a long time to talk and talk."

Professor Nick raised his chin and touched his nose, with a look of "don't see who the student is".

The treatment began with Sean lying on the bed, his wrists gently held.

The blue light jumped at Carrie's fingertips, and then rushed into Sean's body. A clear coldness swam through Sean's body, and then lingered and circled in his head.There was no unbearable pain, and even after a while, Sean had adapted to the sudden feeling in his head.

I don't know how long it took, as if something was suddenly taken away, Sean's mind suddenly felt dizzy.

"Okay, it's all right." Sean covered his head and was helped up by Professor Nick.

"Why are you still dizzy?" Carrie asked.

"And some more," Sean said truthfully.

"This is normal. You can go for a few laps in the garden outside." Professor Nick said suddenly, "Go for a walk, you won't feel dizzy after walking."

Hearing this, Sean's body paused slightly, and then he responded, covering his head and walking towards the garden.

Professor Nick saw the young man walking away unsteadily, "Speak, Carrie."

Carrie sighed, with a look of embarrassment on her face, "Nick, I don't know what to say about this matter."

"Is it true that he has no talent?" Professor Nick's face was heavy, regretful, "It's a pity indeed. But even so, I am very optimistic about Sean. This kid is very good in both mind and personality. I believe that even if he The road of magic will not work, and in the future, it will definitely make a difference in other fields—"

"Nick, it's not." Cary's eyes flickered, showing hesitation, "Sean, he...he's not without talent..."

"Isn't he untalented?" Professor Nick raised his voice and grinned slightly, "That's because his eye perception system can—"

"No, no...Nick..." Carrie lowered her head, her brows were tightly frowned, and her words were filled with unbearable pain, "This child, his eye sensory nerves are... disconnected."

"Break, disconnect?" Professor Nick's pupils contracted, and the corners of his mouth froze, "What is disconnect?"

Carrie was silent.

"You mean, someone cut it off..." Because of the intense emotion, Nick's face flushed, and he couldn't finish speaking halfway through.

"It's really cruel. And I'm afraid it was when I was very young..." Carrie wiped the corners of her eyes, and couldn't bear to continue.

The atmosphere in the room is like a closed jar, so dull and frozen that even if the wind blows in through the window, it cannot dissipate.

The black cat stood on the window sill, it turned its head, and its rosy eyes watched the silhouette of the young man hidden in the shadow.