Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Since the first Noah Contest was held by the Rockefeller School of Magic and Martial Arts, and the Rockefeller School of Magic and Martial Arts has a very good competition arena, and the campus covers the largest area among the colleges on College Island, so almost every The previous Noah contests were all held at the Rockefeller School of Magic and Martial Arts, and this year is no exception.

The Noah Competition is a knockout competition, and it will be held for three days. Except for the magic and martial arts competition, which will be competed in the main arena, the competitions of other subjects will be competed in other small arenas.

Different from the school's ranking competition where magic belongs to magic and martial skills belong to martial skills, the inter-school competition is a comparison of magic and martial skills.That is to say, in the last match, it is possible for mage to mage, warrior to mage, or more likely to be mage against warrior, and warrior against mage.

Moreover, the way to choose the opponent is a lottery system, and the tutors selected by the five schools will watch it. If you want to cheat, you will be very sad.There are also various pre-match inspections, which are even more stringent.

Some students once said that they can cheat successfully under such circumstances, and all they have is admiration.

Regrettably, no student has ever been able to cheat successfully under the golden fire of the instructors who are eager to do the pre-examination.

The main arena of the Rockefeller Academy of Magic and Martial Arts can accommodate 5 people, making it one of the largest arenas on the continent.

The morning sun was warm and not too hot. The main arena was almost full of people, and the loud noise made the blond boy feel even worse, but when he turned his head, he couldn't help but touch his forehead.

Hyman also looked embarrassed: "Asa, Jacob, you are..."

"Hush—" Asa, who was wearing a sneaky black robe and a hood that completely covered his face, raised his index finger in front of his mouth seriously, "Don't call me Asa, I will be recognized!"

Jager, who was also covered in a black robe, nodded solemnly.

"You guys will only attract more attention like this," the blond boy lifted the hoods of the two bastards expressionlessly, "Look at the people around you!"

The two teenagers who were in a hurry to pull back their hoods looked around when they heard the words, and they saw the people around them look at them with crazy eyes, they couldn't help but froze, and then became discouraged.

"There are so many people on the field, no matter how good your cousin is, it's impossible for him to see you and Jager among tens of thousands of people." Heyman comforted, he only knew that Asa was avoiding his cousin.

Asa said depressedly: "My cousin's eyes are so sharp, he could see wherever I was playing hide-and-seek before."

"Are you sure it's not because you were too stupid to hide well before? You must know that playing hide-and-seek with your current IQ is also the rhythm of being caught every minute." The blond boy mocked expressionlessly.

Asa choked, exchanged glances with Jager and Heyman, and asked cautiously, "Jar...are you in a bad mood?"

"No." The blond boy said flatly.

He was not angry because he was released as a pigeon!

"Your Excellency the Knight Commander, the way to the stand is here." Claude blocked Michael's way with a blank expression.

Michael, who was dressed in an exquisite and gorgeous knight uniform with a white background and red border, froze, and said with a half-smile, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll accompany you." Claude said quickly after a moment of surprise.

Michael was angry: "Claude!"

Claude said coolly: "With me here, don't even think about running away today, Your Excellency Evers."

Listening to the quarrel of the bosses, the paladins behind them pretended not to hear it, or they were used to it.Mitchell, who came with a few of his priests, couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, stop arguing, if you want to quarrel, the church will be arguing, and everyone in the public should stop. Especially you, Iversaille, you have been arguing all morning. Just jumping and thinking about what to do."

Michael flattened his mouth and said aggrievedly: "I have made an appointment with Yael to watch the game together..."

"Don't even think about it!" Claude said with a straight face. "You are here to watch the game on behalf of the Holy See. You can't be absent, and you can't ignore the important personnel of Academy Island and run to the ordinary seats!"

"You just say that I'm not feeling well and can't come today..." Michael was dying.

"What if you are recognized? Please think about the face of the Holy See, Iversaille." Mitchell looked helpless, "I have sent someone to tell him about Fidel, you can't accompany him today."

Michael was taken aback, and said angrily, "Mitchell, why are you doing this?!"

"What's wrong with me? Ivan, when you meet Fidel, something is wrong." Mitchell frowned, and his tone was a bit serious, "Are you paying too much attention to Fidel?"

Michael's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word. After a while, he turned his head and said stubbornly: "This is my business!"

"This is not just your business!" Claude said sternly, "You are the Templar Commander, you can't have your own business! Your every move even affects the entire Noah Continent!"

Michael was startled slightly, then bit his lip and lowered his head.

"Claude!" Mitchell glanced at Claude in disapproval, and then said warmly to Michael: "Go to the box on the stage and meet the people on Academy Island first, and then if you want to see Fidel, I will call Someone call Fidel out, okay?"

After a long silence, Michael said slowly: "That's it."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Mitchell quickly said, "Then let's go, the time is almost up."

"Can I sit here?"

The three teenagers looked over in surprise: "Mr. Winters?!"

The blond boy frowned and said coldly, "As you wish."

When Cecil agreed, he smiled gently at Asa who was sitting next to the blond boy. For some reason, Asa's hair stood on end under this extremely gentle smile, and he immediately squeezed to the side, vacating the seat next to the blond boy and She smiled flatteringly at Cecil: "Mr. Winters, please sit down. You are welcome."

People around saw Cecil appearing and looked over: "..."

Heyman was stunned: "..."

Jager, who couldn't bear to look straight at him, covered his face: "..."

The blond boy with a blank face: "..."

"Thank you so much, classmate Asa." Cecil thanked him gently before sitting down.

Asa smiled coquettishly and said, "No thanks, no thanks, let alone a seat, what is it if I go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire for you? Barbara..."

The blond boy couldn't help but hold his forehead. For a moment, he really thought that Asa was possessed by the book of creation...

Hyman, who was sitting on the other side of the blond boy, asked curiously: "Mr. Winters, why don't you sit at the mentor's seat? The seat of the mentor's seat is much better than here."

"Hehe, I'm tired of sitting in the tutor's seat and want to find something new." Cecil opened his eyes and spoke nonsense very sincerely.

The blond boy wanted to roll his eyes, and changed from the first few rows to the crowded midfield position. This is really not the usual novelty.Do you think angels love the empty and clean nature to death?

Even if there are not only students from various schools sitting in the ordinary audience seats, but also their parents, friends, residents of the academy island, and even foreign mages and warriors, their appearance is not generally outstanding, and their temperament is even more incompatible with this ordinary audience. The young man in the light blue robe is always very eye-catching, and the eyes of the people in the auditorium looking at him are much brighter after whispering and learning the identity and strength of the young man.

But even with so many people watching, Cecil can still stuff a book to the blond boy very naturally and say: "I heard that you are looking for a book about alchemy props that cover up magical aura recently, here are the notes I compiled , I think this notebook should help you."

The blond boy was slightly startled, and lowered his eyes. He flipped through the notebook. The handwriting on the notebook was not as gentle and elegant as the person who wrote it, but very sharp and firm.The thick book recorded the information he needed in great detail, and from the first page to the last page, the handwriting on each page was very new. It can be seen that the first page was written no more than three days ago...

The blond boy was in a very complicated mood. He closed his eyes and closed his handwriting. After closing his handwriting, he opened his eyes and nodded to Cecil: "Thank you, very useful."

"It's good if I can help you." Cecil said with a smile, with subtle joy in his tone.

The blond-haired boy turned his eyes away from this easy-to-satisfy young man. He looked at the field with a calm expression, and complicated lights flashed in his snow-blue eyes.

After exchanging greetings with the administrators of Academy Island, that is, the principals of the four colleges, Michael calmly sat on the VIP seat, and Mitchell sat next to Michael and whispered: "Ivan, smile."

Michael glanced at Mitchell with a cold face, and said in a low voice, "I always have this expression outside. I hate talking to people who twist their questions around seven or eight times." The second half In a word, his childish complaining tone gave away his true nature.

Mitchell laughed, so you just ignored people with a cold face the whole time?

Claude, who was sitting on the other side of Michael, also whispered: "Your Excellency Iversaille, I will do the rest."

At this moment, the Noah contest had already started, and the host happened to introduce Iverssaille, the commander of the Templar Knights. The conversation between the three of them was interrupted. bowed his head.

Following the host's introduction, Cecil was stunned when he saw the red-haired youth, and opened his eyes slightly.

The blond boy glanced at Cecil, then continued to look at the host of the game as if nothing had happened.

Asa, who noticed Cecil's strangeness, asked suspiciously, "Mr. Winters, what's the matter?"

Cecil returned to his senses with a strange expression on his face. He pointed to the red-haired young man in the VIP seat: "What's the name of the Templar Commander?"

"It seems to be Iversailles, I forget the last name." Asa scratched his head.

Cecil stared at the red-haired young man for a long time, then closed his eyes and rubbed his sore forehead.

...It can't be such a coincidence, is it really Michael?

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