You call this the mastermind?

Melen didn't know that in a short period of time, a group of people had united to be hostile to him.

He doesn't have the time to think about this now.

On the way to the official practice site, he approached Alyssa and wanted to test the meaning of the warning she had sent to him before.

As a result, no matter what he said, the other party would not tell the truth, but would just shake his head and look at him with complicated eyes.

Because there were many people nearby, Melen couldn't ask too many questions, so he finally gave up.

"I don't believe you dare not say it until there is no one else."

He muttered secretly and glanced around, but did not see the figure of the black-haired girl disguised as Mrs. Chelsea.

Because we already understand who is guiding everything behind the scenes, there is no need to implement the desire to avoid Alyssa that Madam mentioned before.

On the contrary, considering Alyssa's special characteristics and the need to keep an eye on her to avoid accidents, she became Alyssa's roommate.

However, Melen has not discovered the existence of "Katherine" at the moment. Maybe he does not plan to participate in the so-called practice test to avoid exposing his flaws.

He did see little yellow-haired Kevin not far away with a gloomy look on his face, as if something embarrassing had happened to him.

"After this practice test, we will be divided into twelve groups of thirty people each, and then each group will be divided into five teams of six people each."

There are many young wizards loyal to the Chelsea family around Alyssa, and the little round-faced Martin is one of them.

This guy who had long planned to curry favor with Melen looked at Melen with a little awe, but he didn't seem to be slow at all when he spoke.

"Including the assistant lecturer, there are seven people in each team."

"Are all the assistant course instructors senior students?" Mellen asked casually.

"Yes, they are actually very crucial, because during our normal school days, most of our problems are explained by these seniors, including academically."

"Only those with important questions are qualified to ask professors..."

During the conversation, the entire team had entered a stone staircase leading underground.

Under the stairs was a dark corridor, with magic torches burning on both sides. Chaotic footsteps sounded continuously here, as dense as drum beats, but with waves of thick echoes.

The winding staircase surrounds a black interior wall made of special masonry. More than three hundred students seem to be leading to a spire buried deep underground. As they continue to walk in, they can see a fan embedded in the wall. door.

Behind the door is the training ground, with one room for each student. According to the ranking of the students in the entrance trial, the higher the ranking, the deeper underground the ground can be used.

The benefits will naturally be greater.

So the team continued to lose members, one after another, and finally only six remained.

"Why can Iger go deeper?"

Seeing that the freshman ranked twelfth overall had entered a door, the name marked behind the next door was not Egg Wilson.

The young man named Lambert couldn't help but ask.

The seemingly integrated spire is actually divided into many areas. Each area is integrated from bottom to top, and the cultivation resources are integrated.

In other words, if there are several talented wizards below who are frantically absorbing resources, then the one above them will naturally be short of resources.

This is the plan of their small group. They use their talents to suppress the target and attack their arrogance.

However, if the target is not above them, but instead runs below them, then there is naturally no room for execution of this plan.

"As a guardian, his contribution is enough to enjoy the best treatment." The old professor who led the team responded calmly.

This made Lambert's face darken, and his abacus suddenly fell to pieces. The remaining students around him couldn't help but glance sideways at Mellen.

But no one said anything because of this. No matter what they thought in their hearts, it was only a fool who would openly offend the guardian.

So under the different gazes of these people, Mellen came to the bottom of the place.

"There are actually no twists and turns in the practice during the period of wizard apprenticeship. Unlike the formal wizard and above, you need to be wary of attacks by strange creatures."

After stopping, the old professor said to him: "But there are still some precautions that need to be strictly followed."

"For example, during practice, you will unconsciously have many distracting thoughts and emotions in your heart. These things will affect your concentration and will, but on the other hand..."

There was no one else around, so his words were more detailed than before, as if he was talking in small detail.

But in fact, this is actually within the scope of the best treatment.

With the heritage of being a potions professor, Melen actually knew the key to this kind of practice in detail, and the path he wanted to take as a successor was different from that of traditional wizards.

But he didn't say anything, and instead looked like he was listening attentively.

The old professor was very satisfied with this - Mellen had a special status, but he actually had a headache how to get along with him.

Now it seems that this young man is still very humble and not as talkative as some rumors suggest.

But he didn't say much because of this. After saying everything that needed to be said, he nodded to Meren, then said goodbye and left.

Melen then opened the door and walked into the training venue.

The environment you see upon entering looks very simple. It is just a room with a circular structure. The surrounding walls are made of black rocks, the ground is paved with flat metal, and an ordinary chair is placed at the core.

Sitting on the chair, without Mellen making any other movements, in a flash, the room that looked like a cave before suddenly turned into a dark place surrounded by fog.

The fog was dark and deep. If you look carefully, you can't see where the end is. The light around is very dim, and only the area where the chair is located is bright.

This area of ​​light was originally less than one square meter, but when Mellen completely integrated his third hand into it, the area covered by the light quickly expanded.

The black fog also quickly dissipated until it was invisible at the end of the field of vision.

The size of this area is determined by the wizard's talent. At the same time, the larger the area, the faster the subsequent practice.

However, if you want to really start practicing, resources are indispensable.

Opening the magic pocket, he took out one of the boxes that Juliana had given him before, and took out a glowing gold coin that Mrs. Chelsea had prepared for him.

Mellen then began to wait quietly.

The wizard's practice is somewhat similar to some of the absorption of the power of heaven and earth seen in his previous life, but it is completely different.

Because the things that wizards absorb are alive.

To attract these creatures, you don’t rely on running some kind of exercises in your body, or meditation or something like that.

Instead, you need bait.

That gold coin is the bait.

There’s another chapter later~