The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

Looking at the old man; that is, Master Sol's kind smile, Pang De didn't think it was fake.It is unnecessary for the master to have such a lofty status. Secondly, Sol also helped to gag Mulk's mouth, which would save him a lot of trouble in the future, if his elemental affinity is really unusual.

Coupled with Sol's kindness, it is like treating an ignorant child; Sol does have this qualification, and the kindness and weirdness are reasonable, so Pang De obediently replied, "Yes, students are more yearning for enchanters. College."

"Can you tell me your reason?" Sol stroked his beard, his mild blue eyes showed some curiosity.

Pound pondered for a while before saying, "Magicweave can do more things than spells." There was a pause, and he added, "It's as small as weapon enchantment, as big as the magicweave servant's branding."

Sol seemed a little surprised, looked at Pound carefully for a few seconds, and then nodded, "That's true, in terms of breadth, the magic pattern has indeed broken through the limitations of some spells, but in terms of strength, Mageweaves cannot bring people back to life, but spells have this opportunity."

"Light magic patterns are not enough?" Pound asked more, even though he didn't even know if there were light magic patterns.

Sol really laughed, "Magic patterns use magic circles to make magic work regularly, but magic spells can drive magic to change its nature to a certain extent." A few sentences pointed out the similarities and differences, "The field of light is mostly in the field of healing and penetration. Transformation is not an area that magic patterns can handle."

"Permeabilization?" Pound grabbed a word he had never heard before.

Seeing that Pound asked this question, Sol seemed quite satisfied. He stroked his beard and walked to a bookshelf on the left, his slender but wrinkled fingers slid across the piles of scrolls, and after identifying them, he took out a scroll, "OK Child, you immediately asked about the most important characteristic of the light system, the world always thinks that we stop at great healers, but..."

Sol smiled and handed the scroll to Pound, "Take it and have a look, and you will know what a real magician of the light system can do."

Pound hesitated, but still took it respectfully.The reason for his hesitation was, of course, that he was afraid that he would really enter the Academy of Demon Envoys, but Pound felt it was a pity to refuse.

Pound couldn't help noticing that even though Sol in front of him spoke with an attitude of looking down on the junior, he never sat down from the moment he entered the door.This kind of equality and humility comes from the heart and is reflected in the details. It can be seen that even if he is high and powerful, Sol will not stop because of complacency.Pound had an intuition that it would be extremely lucky to be taught by Sol.Rarely, Pound showed some vacillating hesitation.

After Pound took the scroll, Sol rubbed his fingers together, and a small ball of light appeared.

It circled Saul cheerfully, and then circled towards Pound, circling around Pound's neck unexpectedly.

Sol followed the ball of light with his eyes, and continued to smile, "After translucence, everything will be invisible. Whether it is the restriction of the spell or the restriction of the magic pattern, you can find another answer from another angle. "

Immediately, Pound's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes to Sol, could he know...?

Sol didn't seem to be ignorant of Pound's probing gaze, he just pointed to the scroll and said, "Come back to me after reading it."

Pound was taken aback for a moment, and turned dumbfounded.Is it really necessary to force apprentices?

Sol blinked, showing some innocence, "As for the magic pattern you want to know, I will talk to the School of Enchanters and let Alvato teach you."

Before the exam, the only thing Pound looked at first was the teachers of the School of Enchanters.

Alvato is the vice president of the School of Enchanters.

Pound opened his mouth, but in the end he could only spit out, "Yes."

***

Three weeks later, Rogner's opening ceremony was ushered in.

The ceremony was not a "opening ceremony" like Pound thought, but a formal dinner where the freshmen gathered in the great hall and had a formal dinner with the senior students who had entered the school a few years earlier.The original intention of this activity is to remind the freshmen that their status will rise after becoming a magician.All students are required to dress formally and behave appropriately on this day: "walk, breathe and speak like a magician".

However, since the instructors only attended the dinner party in the first half, the reception and dance party in the second half gradually evolved into an entertainment program where senior students teased junior students.

After all, most of the freshmen are a group of people who have just awakened the elements and are praised to the sky. After entering the academy, there will inevitably be some collisions with the senior students. There will be a few sporadic tricks and lessons every year. Over time, it has become a unique tradition. (Of course, there is also the dark heart of the senior who was bullied in the past and vowed to be bullied).As for the school's response, as long as it is not too much, some people are happy to discourage the enthusiasm of the new students in order to harvest more obedient and obedient students.

The instructors left one after another half an hour ago, and the venue was also moved to the terrace outside the auditorium, where various fruit wines, snacks, and a dozen scattered dance floors and soft chairs were placed.The dance party with a total of nearly a thousand freshmen from the three colleges was thoughtfully and comfortably arranged.At this time, the colleges are no longer rigidly distinguishing positions like dinner parties. This period of time is reserved for free communication between grades.

But birds of a feather flock together, and people form groups.

In the small groups in one district and one district, class divisions can still be roughly seen.

In a lounge area somewhere near the bar.

"Let's see what idiots can bully again this year. Hehe, I got an ice-locking spell a while ago, and I'm sure it can scare some people!" A young man wearing a black haute couture robe, with long brown hair Like an old-fashioned aristocrat tied behind his head, spread out on a soft chair with his chin propped up and a smirk.

Beside him, there were also three young men in equally high-end and expensive robes.One of the thin young men in a silver robe snorted, "Speak cleanly, Gomez, and, think about how you were punished by that old man a few months ago."

From the school rings on their fingers, it can be seen that these are all third-year students and "old men" who are due to leave the school next year.

The young man named Gomez turned to be seductive, "Isn't it because of you, Vincent? Really, what is there to do? Before the old man finds out, you can heal him. Those freshmen who see your light department still don't care. Thank you without crying--"

"And I'll clean up the mess, what's the benefit?" Vincent raised his eyebrows, his tone not unwilling, presumably he wasn't really opposed to his companion's plan.

"Advantages? Really. My dad promised to buy the magic stone you want," Gomez said with a smug look. I can’t find one around that guy, so naturally he should take good care of him.”

There was a flash of light in Wen Sen's eyes, and he nodded seriously, "The magic stone is also used to enhance the magic power, please tell Mr. Puno, I will not let him down."

"Hey, what are you talking about at this time, having fun is more important!" Gomez waved his hand, thinking of something and looked around, "Why didn't you see Lance? How could he be willing to miss this occasion."

Vincent took a sip of his wine and glanced around, "He should have gone with the new head apprentice. As usual, they have to send off the deans of each house."

Rogner's apprenticeship is fixed by the students in the second year of enrollment, which means connecting the past and ushering in the future, and serving as a bridge between the upper and lower grades.Lance Potts, who entered the third year of the course this year, just stepped down from the position of apprentice.

"You know that," Gomez gave him a look.

Vincent paused, shrugged, "Know yourself and the enemy, don't you want to know your opponent?"

"Adversary?" Gomez smiled contemptuously. "To put it bluntly, the Pozzi family is just a businessman. They are just a group of in-laws in the royal family. They are insignificant. Compared with what we can have in Puno?"

Vincent agreed, "Of course, it's nothing compared to it," but what he thought in his heart was, if this was the case, how could the Puno family be forced to retreat to Fandexi to avoid disaster?If it wasn't for him and Bozi who couldn't get on the line...

"You guys, did you see that group of people?" At this time, another person said out loud; this person had been focusing on the surroundings since just now, and seemed to be looking for something.

While talking, he pointed his chin, and he saw a group of people who were different from others and had a particularly tall and strong physique, occupying a corner of a certain rest area [-] meters away from Yuemo.Standing or sitting, about [-] or so people were gathered in a circle, laughing loudly. The laughter was not too loud on the outdoor terrace, but it was quite eye-catching.

"Isn't it the Mowu group of rough guys?" Gomez glanced at it with a lack of interest, but then pulled his gaze back, "It's weird, there is a northerner in there!? What's going on? The northerners will Isn’t magic a freak?”

Sure enough, among the already particularly tall and strong crowd, there was another northerner who was half a head taller.

Although it is not a thick-backed, but a wide frame with smooth muscle lines, it contains strength, stands out from the crowd, and is quite conspicuous.

Vincent also looked along, but chuckled lightly, "Fortunately, he has self-knowledge, and he didn't wear a magic robe to hurt his eyes, otherwise it would be nondescript."

"I don't know what the magic of the northerners will look like?" Gomez smiled slightly contemptuously.

"I heard that there are a lot of freaks this year. Besides the northerners, there are also dark and light elements, all crowded in this year's freshmen." The person who just spoke continued to add.

Wen Sen's face changed slightly when he heard the words, "Light type?"

"Oh?" Gomez's eyes lit up. "You know who it is? I remember your cousin is a teaching assistant. The freshmen are well-informed, right?"

The man seemed to search with his eyes, "I have some information, but I'm still looking for it. He said that the person in the light department is very easy to recognize. You just need to find the most..."

The fourth person who had been silent just now spoke up, "Look, Lance has appeared....He's gone too?"

Gomez's face darkened, and his eyes immediately fixed on the man who had just declared that he was no opponent at all.

I saw Lance Potts wearing a custom-made gown that was also black with rust and silver thread; behind him were two young men who were also dressed in extraordinary clothes, with Gomez's most disgusting smile on their faces, while dealing with the surrounding greetings Talk to him, walk through the crowd, and walk straight to the tall and noisy crowd.

When Lance arrived, the noisy crowd was silent for a while, and then automatically gave way to a passage, which seemed to allow Lance to enter the space surrounded by them.But just as the crowd moved, there was a flash of gold.

All of a sudden, the four people on Gomez's side knew the recognizable "light system" this year...

The surrounding light seemed to be concentrated on that person.