before he was crowned king

"He should be qualified." Sean said after a moment of silence, "Is it because of the delay in coming to the academy?"

"Probably yes. I heard that his mother did not support coming to the academy, but Erics insisted on coming. The academy's graduation requirement is to reach the [intermediate magician] level. I remember he reached it a few years ago."

"Then why did he come to this academy?" Sean frowned.

"Probably because I don't want to stay at home. I can quite understand the distress. Because I have lived together, I can see shadows wherever I go. It's like being stuck in a swamp, and I can't get rid of it no matter what." Fio Na lowered her head and wiped her eyes lightly with her fingertips, "Sorry, I'm a little sentimental."

"It's okay." Sean turned sideways, avoiding politely, his eyes fell on the heavy buildings outside, and seemed to look further away through them.

"The candidates for this year's Falcon Club have been announced, and there is actually a civilian among them."

"Sean Miller! Why is it him again? His name has been in the news since the beginning of school."

"Falcon will recruit civilians. I couldn't think of such a thing before. I don't know what His Royal Highness Mars values ​​him? Does this mean that civilians are better than nobles?"

Sean walked past the crowd with a brown leather book. Since the news of him joining the Falcon Club was announced, people in the entire academy, whether they have seen him or not, are all talking about it. "Sean Miller" the name.Will a commoner who breaks the hidden rules of the academy become a rising star, a flashing firework, or simply become a clown to please the public.

Sean didn't care much, he had always been indifferent to other people's speculations, and in his opinion, listening to these useless remarks would not benefit his thinking and behavior at all.

"Hello, Falcon will need you to provide the club's expenditure records for the whole year of last year. Please record as much detail as possible. This will be related to the share of the subsequent appropriation." Sean handed the pen and paper to the other party, as a new member of the club , His usual work is still some errand chores.

"Okay, okay, please wait for a while." The Falcon Club has a natural status in the academy club. Perhaps many people find it difficult to agree with Sean's selection, but when they actually met, no one has openly provoked trouble because of it.

In order to win more association fees, the person in charge wished to write down every copper coin spent in the records.While Sean was waiting, the sound of a powerful blow came to his ears.

There is a pile of wood in the open land nearby. The academy once offered fencing classes, but it was canceled because too few people were selected.Usually that is where the ashes fall, but today someone is wielding a sword there.

The man held a half-handed sword that had not been sharpened, and with sharp eyes, he slashed and slashed the wooden post time after time with precision.

The half-handed sword is a weapon commonly used by rangers. Because the blade is too thin, ordinary soldiers and knights would not equip it. Sean doesn't know much about swords, but even so, he can still see that the opponent not only has exquisite swordsmanship, He also has a wealth of fighting experience.

"Kaysen." After recognizing the other party, Sean did not evade, but nodded in greeting.

"Hello." Kaisen's tall body paused, and after responding, he put the sword back into the off-white cloth bag, "What a coincidence."

"Your fencing is very good, do you often practice here?" Sean was very friendly.

"Not very often, but it's rare to want to move your body." Kaisen still wore the familiar felt hat, but his clothes changed. His short brown hair pierced his ears, and he was wearing a black close-fitting soft armor. His muscular lines are hidden under the black cloth, and he looks full of strength, "I heard that you joined the Falcon Society."

"Yes."

"Well, I wish you a good time with those nobles." Kaisen's expression became indifferent, he waved his hand, and left with the cloth bag containing the sword on his back.

After collecting the expenditure records of various associations, the sky was already dim.Sean sorted out these records and sent them to the Falcon Club.As soon as he opened the door and went in, he happened to meet Lambert who was about to come out.

"Vice President." Sean nodded politely, with a peaceful expression, as if the two of them had any unpleasantness.

"Stop." A voice came from behind.

"What's the matter?" Sean stopped walking.

"Come here, I have something to tell you." Lambert's expression was a little bad, and Sean followed him with his eyes slightly lowered.

When the two came to the deserted and quiet corridor, Lambert turned around and swept his eyes like knives, "I'm going to investigate some things outside the gray wall tomorrow, and I won't be in the academy for the next month .”

"Do you need me to do something?" Sean asked lightly.

"It's not that I need you to do something." Lambert's voice was very suppressed, "It's that His Highness chose you. Although I'm not happy for this to happen, you will be responsible for taking my place for the next month. "

"What exactly are you going to do?" Sean said, "I just joined, and there are still many things I am not familiar with."

"I've thought of this a long time ago. I have assigned the affairs of the meeting to the old members. What you have to do is to follow His Highness, be responsible for His Highness' daily life, and solve problems when His Highness needs it."

"I still have lessons every day, so I'm afraid I won't be able to serve His Highness very well," Sean said.

"Serving Your Highness at all times is something that noble servants are qualified to do," Lambert said in a cold voice, "Your mission is limited to the short period from afternoon to night."

"Okay, I understand." Sean nodded.

"Let's go to His Highness's study now, and start with making tea. I have sorted out all the things that need attention." Lambert threw a roll of parchment into Sean's arms, "I hope that in the time I am away , don't mess things up."

"I'll do my best," Sean said quietly.

"It's best." After a cold snort, Lambert rubbed his shoulders and left.

For His Highness Mars, Lambert can be said to be extremely loyal.Even though she didn't want to see Sean very much, the steps of the handover work were done very carefully.Sean opened the roll of parchment, looked at the nearly a hundred dots on it, and sighed slightly.

Fifteen minutes later, Sean knocked on the door of the study with a silver dining cart.

"Enter."

Sean pushed open the half door, opened the gaiwan, and put the black tea with orange slices and jasmine on the right front of the desk.

"Lambert, I need the documents received by Abster College in the first half of the year." The silver-haired man lowered his head and wrote quickly.

Sean looked around the study room, walked towards the four-tiered wooden shelf in front of the window, and after a brief rummaging, pulled out a bundle of thick leather bags.

"What month do you need?"

"March." Seemingly realizing that the voice was wrong, the smooth handwriting stopped, Mars raised his head, and a detailed payment record for March has been searched, and it appeared on his left.

"How do you know what I want is this? Not something else?" Mars was slightly surprised.

"You are browsing last year's financial summary, and you should be checking the monthly entry amount." Sean's eyes fell on the document that was being endorsed.

Mars froze for a moment, then smiled, "Lambert asked you to come today?"

"Yes." Sean said, "The vice president asked me to bring you tea."

Mars picked up the teacup, the temperature of the tea was suitable, and the taste was exactly the same as he used to drink.

"As expected, I saw the right person." Mars put down his teacup, "I will trouble you to replace Lambert in the next month."

"It's my honor to serve you." Sean bowed his head slightly and stood silently behind the silver-haired man.

Late at night, Rose House.

Sean was sitting in a locked room, studying the small half of the divine core he had borrowed from Herrell. Before he started, he listed a full three-page experiment plan, trying to analyze it from multiple angles. The principle that the divine core can be immune to magic.

"What did you draw on the paper? It looks like a bug." Helle asked boredly.

"The change curve of the energy amplitude after being hit." Sean was watching the frequency of the water surface fluctuations. "It can completely match the known magic resonance every time, which is incredible."

The corners of Helaier's mouth twitched slightly, watching a part of his body being treated like this, he couldn't help feeling a strange numbness.

The black cat ignored the man who was addicted to research, and jumped onto the window sill by himself.

The raindrops fell on the window, and the water splashed and merged into streams along the glass, and the rose-colored pupils were printed on the transparent water film.

Outside the Rose Pavilion was a vast expanse of darkness, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. After a while, there were gradually loud thunders in the distance.The black cat flicked its tail. Looking at such a rainy night, he seemed to be brought back to a more distant past. The bits and pieces of memory were very strange. In a trance, he found that he no longer had the consciousness of being a god.

"Do you want to hear what the gods usually do?"

"If you want to talk, I'm willing to listen," the man said.

"Your reaction is really boring." The black cat huddled into a ball, with a lazy voice, "Can you show a little eagerness, at least say something like 'I really want to know, tell me'..."

"I really want to know, tell me."

Hearing the voice as plain as white water, the corners of Helaier's mouth twitched even more. He was just about to turn his head to say something, but his body suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked after a long silence.

"Someone is coming. It's a nasty smell." Herrell looked down through the window. In the dark night, more than a dozen figures in purple cassocks braved the cold rain and came towards the Rose Hall.

They were floating in the air like ghosts, and Sean stopped what he was doing, and saw the billowing purple robes swept past his window.

Sean withdrew his gaze and continued the research in his hand, followed by an ear-piercing and loud breaking sound.

Sharp shards of glass fell from the window, and the light and shadow refracted instantly were like falling stars.