Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Kyle heard this and said, "Master, it should be that time-space dragon who took the disc away when we were not paying attention to avoid meeting the two of us."

Wei Lin fumbled around in his chest and took out a palm-sized black iron block. He weighed it in his hand and found it weighed ten tons. Then he handed it to Kyle for observation.

Kyle took the black iron block from his master and examined it carefully.

After a long time, Kyle looked up at his master and said uncertainly, "If I'm not wrong, this should be a star core."

"Star core, what is that and how much is it worth?" Wei Lin asked curiously, looking at the black iron block.

Kyle made a rough estimate and answered, "Master, there are three sources of star cores."

"The first is that after the planet world dies, the star core can be collected by digging up the earth's crust."

"The second is from meteorites that fall to the surface of the world. The probability of obtaining star cores in this way is extremely low."

"The last and most peculiar source is that there is a tribe in the star world called Meteor People. They devour ordinary stones to give birth to offspring, and the shells of their offspring are star cores. For this reason, Meteor People are also called "moving treasures", "walking magic crystals" and "Meteor People who lay star cores."

"As for this star core, the total value is no less than 3,000 high-level magic crystals."

One high-level magic crystal is worth 80,000 gold coins, and 3,000 high-level magic crystals are almost equivalent to one-fortieth of the wealth in the underground treasure house.

I really didn't expect that my grandfather's teacher would be so generous, which really opened his eyes.

"Do you want it?"

Faced with the question from his master, Kyle felt a little confused.

Looking at the stunned Kyle, Weilin explained with a smile: "I'll leave this star core with you first. I'll take it, but you might be able to do something with it."

"Yes."

Kyle nodded and accepted the star core.

After leaving the alley, Weilin went to the agreed place to find his guard. After understanding, he found out that he and Kyle had actually spent seven days in the space-time projection.

"My Lord, do you want to send someone back to inform Knight Muller?" Kyle reminded.

Weilin nodded and signaled Kyle to make arrangements.

Although he told the other party in advance that he could return to the camp first if he was not discovered, he still broke his promise in the end.

Entering the hotel, Weilin asked for a single room, entered the room, threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to rest, and by the way consumed the amount of information he had received in the past few days.

Grandpa's past has always been a mystery, even his mother, who was deeply loved by his grandfather, didn't know it. I didn't expect that I would find out by accident.

He was now struggling whether to tell his father and mother about these things, but he was afraid of being hung up and beaten by his grandfather.

From those memory fragments, Weilin was sure that his grandfather would definitely do such a thing.

Unconsciously, Weilin fell asleep.

…

In the third teaching area of ​​the First Magic Academy, a young man walked towards the classroom with three heavy books.

“Zeliya, wait for me.”

A crisp voice sounded in the corridor.

Hearing the familiar voice, Zelia could not help but speed up his pace.

At the end of the corridor, a girl looked at the deaf young man and ran towards him quickly.

"Zelia, why are you walking so fast?"

Facing the girl who was catching up, Zelia looked apologetic and said, "Senior Gabriella, I still have classes. If I don't walk faster, I will be late. You also know Professor Julius's character. I don't want to stand at the door as a punishment."

"That's right. Go quickly. I'll find you later."

Looking at the not-so-smart girl, Zelia raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile, then nodded and left quickly.

"No, isn't it my father's class today?"

The girl suddenly reacted, patted her head, looked at Zelia who had disappeared at the end of the corridor, and realized that she had been deceived again.

"Damn it."

After being angry for a while, the girl suddenly laughed.

At this moment, the wizard apprentice who was walking towards him looked at the smile of Senior Gabriella, who was called the "bloodthirsty witch", and was frightened and dropped the book in his hand to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Gabriella put away the smile on her face, looked straight ahead, looked at the trembling legs of the mage apprentice, and asked expressionlessly: "Am I so terrible?"

"No...no." The mage apprentice swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered, "Senior sister, you...you..."

"Forget it, you go."

"Thank...thank you, senior sister."

The mage apprentice picked up the book on the ground and left quickly.

"Zeliya..."

Mumbling the boy's name, Gabriella's cold eyes revealed a hint of tenderness.

On the other side, Zeliya entered the classroom with a book in his arms and found that the classroom was already full of silver mages, including students of the school and faculty and staff of the school.

"Zeliya, here."

Seeing a young man waving, Zeliya walked over quickly and sat down beside him.

"How is it, are you looking forward to it?" The boy next to him whispered, with excitement on his face that could not be concealed.

Zelia put down the book in his hand and said to his friend, "I am indeed looking forward to it. This is the student of Lord Calix, Lord Osmond Olier, known as the "East Tower War Mage". I am very excited just thinking about it."

In order to listen to the course of this soul-minded high-level arcanist, except for the silver mages who stick to their necessary positions, all other silver mages of the First Magic Academy come to this large classroom that can accommodate thousands of people.

Even many professors skipped classes to attend the class here, just to learn more extraordinary knowledge.

For mages, knowledge is priceless, and it is rare to meet a soul-minded high-level arcanist who is willing to share.

"Zeliya, your magic communication crystal is lit."

Hearing the reminder of his friend beside him, Zeliya immediately injected his own magic power into the communication crystal to receive the information transmitted from it.

Not long after, Zeliya's face showed a relaxed and happy smile, and he turned to his friend sitting next to him and said: "Adams, someone is looking for me, I need to leave first, this class is up to you."

"Okay, okay, go quickly, I'm here, don't worry." Adams waved his hand casually and responded to Zeliya with a smile.

He knew the true identity of his friend very well, but he never cared about the other person's background or status when making friends. As long as they get along well with each other and have similar personalities, that's enough.

Zeliya thanked him again, handed the book to his friend, and then quickly left the classroom and ran towards the school gate.

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