I Kill The Protagonist

As the most powerful empire on the Sacred continent, Alec has the most expansive territory, with dozens of large and small affiliated kingdoms and principalities under his command.

Saint-Aman’s School of Magic, located at the fertile southern end of the empire, is more than tens of thousands of miles away from the imperial capital. It is not suitable for traveling long distances with a guard of honor. It is too cumbersome.

Therefore, after leaving the imperial capital, the guard of honor was sent home, while Romney’s carriage was escorted by the sanctuary strongman Bain Hamm, lightly loaded and quickly rushed to Saint-Yaman Magic College.

There is a sanctuary dragon knight here, worthy of the protection of thousands of troops, so there is no need for any extra guards.

Fortunately, the foot of the fire-eyed unicorn is also extremely fast, completely keeping up with the ninth-level Magical Beasts under the seat of Bain Ham.

After thousands of miles a day, in less than three days, Romney, who was sitting in the carriage reading a book, heard the respectful voice of Bain Hamm coming from outside.

"His Royal Highness, we are here."

Romney put down his book and walked out of the extravagant carriage, suddenly enlightened.

A majestic academy is located on the top of the Shiwanli Mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Outside the college, there are three waterfalls that flow straight down three thousand feet, and a turbulent mountain and river meanders far away, with no end in sight.

A sky bridge spans the big river, one end is on the bank of the mountains and the other end goes straight up into the deep forest behind the college.

This sky bridge, which is a thousand feet long, is built with crystal-clear crystal stones, and under the sun, it glows with a colorful halo.

Looking further away, one after another towering castles are hidden among the towering ancient trees.

Various exquisite buildings are scattered and dotted in it.

The dark blue Hierro flowers are all over the mountains and plains, and when you look at it, they are blue and beautiful.

More magical light beams rose up into the sky, illuminating the entire sky in radiant colors.

In the sky and on the ground, those rare and exotic beasts can be seen everywhere.

Or jump and walk through the forest, or hover and sing in the air.

"What a Saint Yaman College."

Although he was the imperial prince Romney, who had already read all the prosperous things in the world, he was amazed by the thrilling and picturesque pictures in front of him.

"His Royal Highness, they are here."

Bain Hamm walked to Romney and looked at the huge college built around the mountain that almost encompassed the entire mountain range in the distance.

With his Cultivation Base, he can naturally perceive that at this time, in the academy, there is a lot of tyrannical aura rising to the sky, flying towards this side.

He knew that the next time was the brightest moment for His Highness.

Several sanctuary instructors from the academy stepped into the air and bowed to Romney, who was only fifteen years old.

"Welcome your Royal Highness!"

You know, the powerhouse at the sanctuary level does not need to kneel down even when seeing His Majesty the Emperor, but now he treats Romney with such courtesy.

...

July is the harvest season.

At the same time, it is also the season for recruiting new recruits at the Saint-Arman School of Magic.

The surging crowds lined up from the gate of the college to this end of the overpass. The crystal overpass, which is a thousand feet long and ten battles wide, has already been rushing one after another and is overcrowded.

These people are not new.

It is the prospective candidate who is qualified to take the test.This is only part of it.

The St. Yaman School of Magic, which is well-known at home and abroad, even in foreign countries, many students have sharpened their heads and want to come in.

Saint Yaman Magic Academy is the oldest magic academy on the Sacred continent, and its teachers are undoubtedly strong. There are even many sanctuary mages who are willing to condescend to teach here.

Just because this is the only living place on the mainland where the gods inhabit.

This is the cradle of the strong, and it has bred countless outstanding existences. On the mainland, countless myths and legends all started from Saint Yaman.

As the number one college in the mainland, the threshold for entering Saint-Aman is naturally very high, and the requirements can be said to be very stringent.

The college not only values ​​magical talents, but also spirit, endurance, practice, comprehension, and even character.

Every year hundreds of thousands of people who are eligible to participate in the selection must pass the test of life-threatening, and in the end only less than a thousand people can enter the school.

Many people have died in trials.

However, even if the entrance exam and the elimination rate are so desperate, it still does not prevent those with magical dreams from coming in one after another, accepting cruel experiments, and crossing the single-plank bridge.

Even at the cost of life.

Here, no family background works well.

Even if you are a prince, noble, or even a relative of the emperor, you must go through the process obediently. Only when the conditions are met can you enroll, otherwise I'm sorry.

Romney is an exception.

As the dean of the Magic Academy, a god walking in the world, a disciple appointed by the Dharma God.

He is the only one who does not need to carry out any test, directly enters school, and even the major sacred magisters personally greet him.

In the dean’s room, the black curtains kept the sun clean, and the ground was covered with a blanket of soft and thick animal skins, which was invaluable.

In the quaint lamps hanging on the wall, what is placed is not an oil lamp, but a fist-sized luminous spar.

This is the essence of the thick soil.

In the outside world, the size of the fingernail is enough to make people crazy, a treasure that even the strong of the sanctuary is tempted by it.

But here, it can only be used as an oil lamp and the like for lighting.

Romney can roughly guess the temperament of Dharma God through the surrounding furnishings and decorations.

Sitting in the dean's room while waiting.

Romney also met no less than ten Sanctuary Magisters who came to greet him.

This group of top powerhouses on the mainland, any one, is enough to make the major powers treat each other with courtesy outside, and dare not offend the slightest.

But in front of Romney, they are as kind as a loving father and mother.

Even, some to please.

Romney certainly understands their thoughts-

As the instructors of the academy, even if they are the magisters of the sanctuary, they are still very happy to have one more disciple of Realm.

The sanctuary powerhouse is naturally a legend on the mainland.

But a teacher of the Dharma God is enough to become an epic, praised by countless people, and is famous forever.

Faced with a few sanctuary magisters, the hush cold and warmly asked.

Romney only responded politely, and didn't talk to them in depth.

If it is, if it is away.

He was waiting patiently for the appearance of the Fashen teacher.

In the already cooled teacup, there are a few pieces of tea leaves that seem to have just been picked, and the green leaves are dripping.

This is a specialty of Life's elves in the deep forest.

Drinking this kind of tea can be a little bit of Ascension's affinity for the magical elements between heaven and earth. For the magician, it can also be called a rare treasure.

This is also obtained by the Saint-Aman Magic Academy in exchange with the Elves at a certain price, and it is exclusively for instructors and excellent students to drink.

However, even if its effect is amazing, Romney is not too interested.

He does not need the assistance of such things.

Even so, Romney was so bored that he had one bite without a bite, and this cup of tea was about to bottom out.

Fortunately, before he finished his last sip, the man finally walked in.

Wearing a gray cloak and holding a cane in his hand, he looks very delicate and gorgeous.

A silver-white curly hair was scattered behind him, and his long beard fell to his chest, and was meticulously handled.

His eyes were blue-green, crystal clear, gleaming with wisdom, and the curvature of his lips rose naturally, looking approachable.

It is the traditional image of a magician.

But more vicissitudes of life than most magicians.

It is something that can't be portrayed on the face except years.

He must be his own teacher who hasn't been for a long time since he was born.

The founder and dean of the Saint Yaman School of Magic, the god of law walking on earth, Pro Dognos!

He looked like he was in his forties, and he didn't even see any wrinkles on his face.

But in fact, he has lived for an unknown number of years, much longer than the history of Saint-Aman's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Romney stood up and bowed to everyone except the father and queen for the first time.

"Oh, my dear boy, you are finally here."

Pro Dognos looked at the handsome and handsome Romney with undisguised appreciation in his eyes, "I have heard of your growth trajectory over the past 15 years. It is very good. You are much better than I imagined." NS."

"It all comes from your blessings."

Romney is very humble and authentic.

After some courtesy exchanges to familiarize each other.

Finally cut to the point.

"Then let's not gossip too much." Prodognos looked at Romney and said: "My child, you are the most special existence I have ever seen. At this moment, I want to know whether you...will be My disciple? I mean, the only personal disciple."

Romney put his right hand on his left chest and bowed respectfully again.

"This is my honour, the great Lord Pro Dognos. You know, I'm here for this."

"well."

The god of the law, Pro. Dognos, had a smile of relief and joy on his face, and he said two good words in a row.

Afterwards, he raised the staff in his hand, and the colorful spar at the tip of the staff was attached to the center of Romney's eyebrows.

The next moment——

The dazzling and holy light illuminates the entire office.

The countless hidden magic pattern patterns on the four walls also appeared under the stimulation of this magical power.

The magic lines were shining brightly, and Romney felt that the world in front of him was shifting.The magic power surged and exploded around.

A dimness and trance.

The magic god blocked the magic tide of understanding Cai Romney's seal, straightened it out, and guided it back into Romney's body.

Feeling the gradual obedience of the magic in the body, Romney heard the Dharma gently say: "Child, please trust me."

"From now on, Saint Aman's Academy of Magic, the Alec Empire will be more brilliant because of you!"

at the same time.

On the admissions square in front of the flyover.

One by one prospective candidates are stepping forward to take the test of magic talent.

Soon it was the turn of a young man in luxurious clothes to step forward.

He placed his hands on the magic crystal ball that could assess talents in accordance with the requirements of the instructor, just like so many prospective candidates in front, and soon the crystal ball gave feedback.

The maroon light shone brightly, occupying one-third of the crystal ball.

"Earth Element Intermediate Superior Magic Talent."

As soon as the result came out, the aristocratic teenager who was originally nervous was relieved, and then looked around triumphantly.

The students around him waiting for the test all gave envious eyes as he wished.

This greatly satisfied his vanity.

However, just as he glanced over a plainly dressed boy, his smile gradually closed.

Instead, it was a gloomy one.

This plainly dressed young man had washed white clothes, but there was no way to conceal the extravagance of his dusty and handsome appearance.

Looking at this simple boy, the noble boy on the stage was unconsciously disgusted.

Why can a maid girl come to St. Yaman's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

Why does he have a well-informed look? Does he think he can go to school?

Stop dreaming!

After he stepped down, he couldn't help but walk towards this simple boy and sneered: "Piken, you dare to come to me?"

Piken glanced at him and said nothing.

Actually love to answer.

The aristocratic teenager was angry on the spot and shouted loudly: "You, a wild breed who seduce the housekeeper, stole fifty gold coins from your father, and you still have the face to come to Saint-Aman. Is it possible that you thought you could make it? Going to school here? What a wishful thinking."

"I must tell my father when I go back, send someone to catch you back and let him break your leg!"

When these words were spoken, the people around him suddenly showed contempt in their gazes at Paiken.

The handmaid seduce the owner of the house and gave birth to the wild species.

Still stealing money from home?

Such behavior is really disgusting!

Many aristocratic children quickly stayed away from him. The lonely figure suddenly became incompatible with the world around him.

But Paken, who originally didn't want to talk to his brother, was scolded for this reason, and couldn't help clenching his fists. Because of his strength, his slightly sharp nails pierced his palm, causing a piercing pain.

"Is it wishful thinking, you don't count, and you can't take me away. Godello, do you think you are very talented if you are only moderately talented? In my eyes, it is just a useless trash."

Piken gave a cold snort, then looked at Godello's suddenly angry face, and suddenly said with interest: "Otherwise, how about we make a bet?"

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