I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

When Andrew woke up again, the first thing he saw was Taylor sleeping on the edge of the bed.

Something was glittering in the corner of his eyes.

It was hard for him to turn his head around, and his neck hurt as if it was about to break.

When Andrew finally turned his head, he saw a golden trophy on the bedside table, which was even bigger than his torso.

The champion of the 166th four schools competition.

The trophy was engraved with these words.

Above the words, there was a Lion Eagle's badge, symbolizing the owner of the trophy.

Did I win?

Andrew finally regained his memory.

Sure enough, my understanding of Abel was correct.

He was very powerful and resourceful. He deserved to be God's favored one.

He was a gentleman.

At that time, he could have pretended to be confused and put the trophy into his bag, but Andrew knew that he wouldn't do that.

The more decent a genius was, the less likely he is to want such a victory as if it were handed out.

"Andrew? Are you awake?" Taylor, who had a light sleep, was awakened by Andrew's slight movements.

She cried with joy and rushed out, shouting that Andrew had woken up.

After a while, several people rushed into the small infirmary.

Andrew's most trusted friend came in first, Nason, followed by Jo and Signa.

He and Jo, who had always been quiet, just glanced at Andrew, gave him a reassuring look, and made room for him.

Standing in front of the bed, Signa wanted to hug Andrew, but she didn't dare. She could only say messy words to express her concern for him.

Only then did Andrew realize that he was burned. Bandaged like a mummy.

Then there were the Lion Eagle students who participated in the competition. There were four survivors in grade two or three, except Signa.

They all expressed their apologies to Andrew.

Andrew waved his hand to show that he didn't care about it.

Andrew was surprised to see the comer.

Abel.

He was also wrapped with a lot of bandages, but from the perspective of his spirit, he had almost recovered.

"You killed a lot of my people." His first sentence was full of gunpowder.

His eyes were bright as if he wanted Andrew to jump up and fight him again.

"What's up? Do you want to take revenge?" Andrew said casually.

Abel smiled and shook his head, "How is that possible? In the world of the mage, the law of the jungle prevails. They died at your hands. The only fault is that they are not strong enough."

"The competition system was fair and there was no loophole in the system. Anyone who participated in the competition should be prepared for death."

"I respect their spirit of sacrifice for victory, and I will also miss them. After all, they are my most important companions."

"But you have the same stand with me."

"What's more, the purpose of this competition was to select the strong. If they couldn't survive such a fierce competition, they couldn't survive in the cruel mage world after graduation."

"So I have no stand to blame you."

"On the contrary, you are a decent man and you deserve respect."

While saying this, there was a trace of inexplicable emotion in Abel's eyes.

Andrew was keenly aware of this. He reached out his hand and said to him, "Let's have another fight next time."

Surprised, Abel reached out his hand and said expectantly, "I'll win next time."

The two of them looked into each other's eyes without moving an inch. Suddenly, there was a faint smell of smoke in the small room.

Seeing this, Nason clenched his fists.

"Are you awake? That's great."

At this moment, Nicholas's familiar voice came from outside the room.

Everyone's heart jolted when they heard the voice.

There were Nicholas and three other principals standing outside the door.

The four principals were all here? And all of them looked very serious.

Behind Nicholas, the president of the Fierce Vulture, Archimedes, tipped Abel a wink to let him out.

Although Abel didn't understand, he had to obey the principal's order.

He greeted Andrew briefly and left the room.

Andrew was keenly aware of it.

The moment he left the room, Abel seemed to see someone else in the corridor and was shocked.

Then, his confident face froze in an instant and he quickly walked out of the corridor in horror.

Nicholas entered the room and ignored Andrew. He clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, leave."

Although the six or seven people in the room didn't know what was going on, they could only obey the principal's order.

Andrew felt weird.

Mr. Nicholas never put on airs. If he came to see Andrew, why did he ask everyone to leave?

Andrew was confused. The four principals entered the ward in turn and stood beside the bed as if they were greeting some big shot.

It was true.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat when he saw the people coming in.

It was a mage, nearly two meters tall, wearing a red and golden robe and a hood.

There were only four people in this world who could wear such clothes.

Holy tutor king!

No one had ever seen the real face of the holy tutor king before.

Or to be exact, all the people who had seen them were dead.

People could only judge which holy tutor king by the robes they wore.

There were four kings, including the red king, black king, yellow king, and purple king. They were called the four holy tutor kings and ruled over four regions of the world.

At the same time, they were recognized as the strongest men in the world and the real rulers of the magic association.

There was no doubt that the man in front of him was none other than the red king, one of the four holy tutor kings.

At this moment, Andrew's brain was like an overburdened machine.

'Is this... Is he really the red king?'

Why did such a big shot come to my ward?

Andrew couldn't believe it.

However, the attitude of the four principals made Andrew have to believe that what appeared in front of him was one of the four chiefs of the magic association, the red king.

Although his face was covered by a hood, Andrew could still feel his eyes.

The powerful holy tutor king, even his vision, had substantial destructive power.

Andrew felt as if someone had scratched his skin with the back of a knife.

After a moment of silence, in Andrew's stunned gaze, the red king spoke.

"Andrew, Congratulations! You have won the competition of the four schools."

"But unfortunately, because you learned and used the magic of healing by yourself, you seriously violated the magic law of the magic association."

"According to the rules, you will be sentenced today..."

"Death penalty!"