I'm not a magician

A feast that had been arranged for a long time was successfully concluded under the sky full of sparks.The nobles of the royal family witnessed this little care together, and they didn't dare to say another word. They watched the expensive carriage of the Earl's Mansion briskly leaving the palace with complicated faces.

The king stood in the potholed and messy garden, his dark brown pupils were dull, he was holding the scepter tightly, his hands trembling slightly.

After a long time, William came back to his senses, stepped forward cautiously, and called him with difficulty: "Father?"

The king suddenly came back to his senses, glanced at him expressionlessly, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped him hard on the face: "Idiot!"

William was slapped sideways with merciless force. On his white side face, a deep bloodstain stretched from the root of his ear to the corner of his mouth, which was scratched by the corner of the king's ring.

It took a while for the tingling sensation to spread like a tide. Warm blood flowed down the wound and seeped into the corner of his mouth. It was salty and salty. William raised his hand and touched the wound lightly, and looked up at his own. Father.

The king was in his prime of life, but there were already deep lines on his face, which were the traces of his smile all the year round, and now when he lowered his face, he seemed extremely unkind.

William closed his eyes, and the last trace of admiration in his heart disappeared. He twitched the corners of his mouth and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, it was my fault, and I will never do it again."

The king gave him a cool look, turned and walked towards the palace.

William has been staring at his back, there is no anger or sadness on his face, the corners of his mouth are even slightly raised, the arc is exactly the same as that of the king - after all, he has grown into the look he hates the most.

William raised his head, and the light and shadow in the sky were gradually extinguishing. He murmured softly: "Is it only the release that can be considered a powerful force? I think it's okay to give it."

Ji Chi thought this matter was over, he didn't want to get involved with the royal family too much, and believed that the royal family didn't have the courage to continue to provoke him, but only the next day, a gift from the palace made Ji Chi A little surprised.

The gift was brought by Brandon. He was called to the gate of the academy early this morning just to deliver the gift prepared overnight for the palace.

Ji Chi took the ebony wooden box handed to him. The heavy texture brought by the precious wood showed the expensive value of the gift. The royal totem was carved in gold on the wooden box, surrounded by patterns symbolizing the seven major professions.

Ji Chi didn't open it immediately, but turned to look at Brandon who was sitting beside him: "The royal family entrusted you to give it to me? Why? I thought they wanted to find mercenaries to assassinate me."

The young master covered his mouth with one hand, and yawned reservedly, with dark circles under his eyelids: "Maybe I was afraid that you would reject them on the spot, but don't worry, the royal family will not assassinate you... …At the beginning, my father almost blew up the palace in order to refuse the marriage contract with the former princess, but the king didn’t say anything, and even granted him the status of earl.”

Hearing this, Ji Chi's understanding of the king has deepened, and he is not at ease because of this, because people who are good at forbearance are often more worthy of defense than mad dogs.

"It's so strange, those adults." Brandon turned around and took out the magic book from the magic bag. There was also a quick swordsmanship in the magic book, which was a particularly popular "tutorial book" next to the Warrior Branch.

The young master erected the magic tome on the table, the thick tome was like a solid fortress, protecting the little thoughts hidden behind it.

He finished all these in a smooth manner, and then pointed his head to Ji Chi: "Quick, open it and have a look! I'm also curious about what's inside."

The wooden box is covered with a magic seal, only certain people can open it.Ji Chi slowly opened it, and on the soft pad in the wooden box, there was a roll of fluffy letters. The letter paper exuding the scent of musk and orange blossom was tied with a piece of silk ribbon, and on it was a pair of dark silver robes. key.

Ji Chi took off the key, and probably understood the king's meaning. He opened the envelope, and a page full of beautiful cursive words came into view. He scanned it roughly, eliminated the polite words piled up with gorgeous rhetoric, and extracted the key. words.

To Mr. Ji Chi:

Thank you very much for your kindness last night, this is a reward gift from the royal family, please be sure to accept it.

I wish you all the best,

Stuart Ferguson

The key content of this letter is these few words, written by the king himself, with a lot of heart.

The young master couldn't help but leaned forward to take a look, and raised his eyebrows: "No. 223 North Street... The king actually gave you a house on North Street, and it is property directly under the king's own name!"

The magic branch is located in the north of the Battle Academy. A bustling avenue across the entrance of the academy is North Street. The shops here are all marked with the emblem of the royal family, and the houses are all leased to people with prominent status. No one can buy them out yet. land here.

"I know where No. 223 is." After the young master was surprised, he rubbed his face and thought for a while, "No. [-] or so is a residential area, which is quite close to our academy. I can take you there after the training class this afternoon."

Ji Chi responded and put the wooden box into the magic bag. He accepted this gift with peace of mind. After all, it was exchanged for a whole tube of magic power, which was much more expensive than a house.

Ji Chi thought carefully.

This morning's class is Ms. Emma's theory class as usual. Her gentle voice is like running water, echoing in the spacious classroom.

Brandon hid behind the grimoire, scratching his head and scratching his head as he watched Swordsmanship Quick Start. On the brand new page, little figures held their swords in various strange postures, which made the young master frown.

He flicked through a few pages, and found that the rest were all in the same posture. He sighed and lay down on the table, propped his face with one hand, and looked at Ji Chi boredly: "By the way, you suddenly want to find a house near the college. Just move in? Why? Did you quarrel with Ivan?"

Ai Wen sat on the other side of Ji Chi and was listening carefully. Today's class was about the principle of the magic circle, and the quill in his hand never stopped recording.

Hearing his name vaguely, Ai Wen hummed, looked past Ji Chi, and looked at Brandon suspiciously.

Brandon glanced at his innocent and clear blue eyes, and he was the first to deny it, waving his hand: "Impossible, impossible, Ivan is not St. Colly, and I will definitely not even quarrel."

Sheng Keli sat behind Ji Chi, turned her red eyes sideways, and gave the young master a cool look: "Do you want to die?"

Brandon shrank his neck, and began to study the formation that Ms. Emma drew in midair with a serious face.

Ji Chi glanced at him helplessly, thinking that he would never be able to hide it anyway, so he told Brandon that he wanted to attend the Equipment Academy and that the dean agreed to let him take the equipment test.

After hearing this, the young master opened his mouth in shock, slapped the table down, and stood up excitedly: "Can you still do this?!"

The excited and clear boyish voice overwhelmed Ms. Emma's commentary. The classroom was silent at first, and then all the little magicians turned their heads in unison, looking at the young master meaningfully, with the same expression on their faces. mean--

you are done.

Speaking of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the Academy of Magic, the first one is "Where is the Dean's Office?" ", immediately followed by "What does Ms. Emma look like when she is angry?" "

Ms. Emma has a good temper, and she can laugh at most behaviors, but there are two things that must not be touched, one is the magic book in her hand, and the other is to interrupt her lecture.

Realizing that something was wrong, the young master bowed down repeatedly to apologize, and sat down slowly, hiding himself behind the erected magic tome, as if he had a reliable shield.

But Ms. Emma's good temper is not covered up, she smiled slightly, waved the staff in her hand, a transparent bubble floated out faintly, and moved the grimoire in front of Brandon away.

She stepped forward, picked up the swordsmanship that the young master hadn't put away in time with two fingers, looked at it carefully, pointed to one of the poses and said: "It's true, but there is a magic circle that can easily resist this swordsmanship. Do you know what it is?"

Brandon shook his head obediently.

Ms. Emma smiled: "It's the shredding magic circle. Draw a magic circle with a driving force, let the magic elements rotate at a high speed, and cut everything that comes close."

"It's like this." Ms. Emma sang twice quickly, a blue disc emerged between the palms, and several streams of water swirled between the discs at high speed, like sharp water knives.

Ms. Emma carried the young master's "extra-curricular book" and sent it into the magic circle bit by bit: "If the warrior fails to dodge in time, the long sword and his arm will be crushed."

The poor swordsmanship was dangling at Emma's fingertips, and the moment the horse was crushed, it fell lightly in front of Brandon, and there was a touch of cold water stains on the intact page.

Ms. Emma took out the magic tome from the water bubble and put it on the top of the swordsmanship crash course: "Practice this formation a few more times tonight, and tomorrow I will test you alone."

Brandon nodded hastily, letting out a sigh of relief, knowing he had escaped.

When Ms. Emma resumed class with a normal expression, the young master listened for a while, then turned his head and poked Ji Chi: "You are so interested in other professions, why do you not want to learn magic? According to your talent, you can become a magician." A powerful magician should be simple."

Brandon remembered the rising sun last night with a look of confusion on his face.

At this time, Ji Chi was also secretly looking at the equipment crash. He hid it better and was not as blatant as the young master. He turned to the next page calmly and answered Brandon without raising his head: "It is very Simple, as long as I want, I can teach you the principles of magic next year."

The young master curled his lips, but what this guy said was the truth, he really had that ability.

"But there are too many simple things, it's easy to accept fate, it's easy to compromise, it's easy to give up... But don't you think it's boring?" Ji Chi smiled and looked at him sideways. Incomprehensible emotions, "There are always some difficult challenges in life. They may make you uncomfortable, but they will also help you realize what you care about most."

Ji Chi turned his head and continued to read the rest of the text: "What I am looking for is that kind of challenge, which will make me realize that I am a real person."

The young master listened in a cloud of fog. He was still understanding ignorantly, but he didn't realize that the quill in Aiwen's hand stopped, and St. Kelly let out a slight sigh from behind.

"Then why don't you become a magician?" Brandon was successfully stunned, he shook his head, and straightforwardly returned to the topic.

Ji Chi looked at him speechlessly.

At this moment, St. Keli couldn't listen anymore. She clicked her tongue and sat back and asked him: "So why don't you give up your fiancé?"

"Huh?" Ivan, who had been listening to the class carefully, was finally dragged into the water by his friends and joined the fishing group without any resistance. He looked back at St. Collie in surprise, "Brandon's fiancée?"

Ji Chi and Brandon dropped the instant book in their hands at the same time, one covered Ivan's mouth, and the other rushed forward to pray for St. Collie.

"Don't ask! Ivan!"

"Don't say it! Saint Kelly!"

There was silence again in the classroom, and the little magicians turned their heads silently again, looking at the four people twisted together.

The smile on the corner of Ms. Emma's mouth disappeared. She looked at them coldly, her eye knife was sharper than Joseph's, and she gently put down the magic book, stroking the staff inlaid with water magic crystals with both hands.

"Let's stop here for today's magic principle class. In the next time, I will be in charge of your magic training... The content of this class training is how to use the magic circle flexibly in a limited space, and use the magic circle as quickly as possible Capture the dodging enemy."

"Training targets, Brandon, Ji Chi, Ivan, St. Claire."

"You concentrate on avoiding, and I will assist the rest of the students to capture you. Don't get caught, children who are caught will be punished, for example—" Ms. Emma tapped her magic wand on the podium.

"Brandon ran 20 laps around the academy, Ivan took off Dean Harvey's wig for a chance, St. Keli didn't allow yin and yang to be weird for a week, as for Ji Chi..."

Ms. Emma picked the corner of her mouth and said softly: "Professor Joseph has a lot of free time recently, how about asking him to teach you magic alone on his rest day?"

Brandon & Ivan & St. Claire & Ji Chi: "..."

Are you the devil?