My Magic Age

The students sitting around the dining table were all stunned by the bloody scene in front of them. Everyone looked in silence at the strong warrior who suddenly burst out and injured people. Leon's short golden hair was still in his hands, and his whole head Pulled by the strong warrior's hands, he leaned back on the long chair. The soup and blood from his face flowed onto his snow-white shirt, making the clothes full of stains. Although he looked very embarrassed, he At least he still has breath.

Leon's distracted eyes were like those of a dead fish. He seemed to have been stunned by a sudden blow. He sat upright on the chair with a snoring sound coming from his chest, like an asthma patient.

The two girls, Tracy and Rowling, were originally livid with anger at Leon's harsh words. When they saw the strong warrior suddenly violently hurting others, although they hated Leon very much, they could not say anything more.

However, the faces of the surrounding students were obviously filled with astonishment. They looked at the strong warrior with an incredible expression. Some even stood up directly. The one next to the strong warrior quickly put his arm around his shoulders and said yes. The soldier said, "Vernon, it's all in the past, why are you bringing up these old things again?"

Only then did I learn that the name of this strong shield warrior was Vernon. Realizing that I was sizing him up, he looked at me deeply, and then nodded gently to me without saying a word.

Vernon glanced at the students on the other side of Leon. At this time, several students stood up tremblingly and looked at Vernon warily.

One of them carefully helped Leon up, and another student dressed as a swordsman apprentice stood up and said cautiously to Vernon: "Vernon, we are all from the same school, there is no need to make things like this at the party, right?" !”

"In the past two months, I've been trying to find an excuse to beat him up. Speaking of which, I'm really grateful for this party!" There was no smile on Vernon's face. He curled his lips and leaned over, almost touching the sword. The face of the student who was pretending to be white turned the timid and youthful face a little green with fear.

The swordsman apprentice's face turned blue and white, but at this time, no one at the entire table had any intention of standing up for Leon. They just watched the scene quietly without making any comments.

"While I'm still awake, take Leon and get out of here!" Vernon grinned and said disdainfully.

Those two boys seemed to be ordinary characters in the college. They were the most inconspicuous little fish among all the graduates. They did not dare to argue with the campus hero Vernon, the Shield Warrior, and shrank their bodies. He supported Leon and left silently.

The students from Stans College at several tables nearby were all staring at our square table silently, but they did not remain silent. No one spoke.

In the spring of this year, everyone can still clearly remember the incident of the man-eating poisonous spider hurting people on the outskirts of the small town of Mas. Originally, the expeditionary force of El City wanted to coordinate the North Wind Army to encircle and suppress the barbarians. This group of The expeditionary force, which was composed of guard battalions and students from the college, was left at the rear of the battlefield by the military's top brass, responsible for logistics support. Even under such circumstances, the expeditionary force in El City also suffered casualties. The culprit was It's the mutated man-eating poisonous spider.

Tracy, a member of the Staines Academy Swordsman Class, has therefore become a popular figure in the academy. This summer, two new Swordsman Classes at Stans Academy were temporarily added to meet the demand for students in the academy. However, Leon's reputation fell to the bottom in an instant. A teammate who can abandon his teammates on the battlefield will be despised by others.

If not for this, Leon would not have been so miserable after being beaten that no one would even stand up for him.

Vernon stood up from the long chair, leaned forward, stretched a big hand across the entire dining table in front of me, and gave me a smile: "My name is Vernon. I'm glad to see you." So happy, it’s a pity we couldn’t become alumni!”

He looked at me sincerely without caring about the looks from around him. I thought his big eyes under his thick eyebrows were sincerely charming. He conveyed a friendly message to me. I looked up at Tracy and saw Tracy slightly nodding to me to confirm. At this moment, I finally knew that Vernon had been kissed by a poisonous spider and had narrowly escaped death. One of the few students who came out.

No wonder he was so friendly to me. I never thought we had met each other before.

I quickly reached out and grabbed the thick palm. His big hand was as thick as the forepaw of a giant bear. The slightly curved fingers were very powerful, and the palm was dry and warm.

"Call me Jijia. Nice to see you. Thank you for rescuing me just now!" I smiled at him.

We are all young people, and we have become familiar with each other through a few words. Among these friends, Tracy has become able to laugh freely. For many days, Tracy has been worried about Ellen's departure. The gloom that came finally melted the fiery enthusiasm here, and no one cared that someone was driven out in embarrassment just a quarter of an hour ago.

The young man who just gave an impassioned speech has finished his speech. He is wearing a devil antelope leather cut-sleeved light armor jacket with two very short daggers hanging on his waist. His thick face makes him look a bit mature. He walks from the stage. Jumped down and walked straight towards us. A row of dancers wearing white gauze immediately ran out of the originally empty stage. Their beautiful melodies and gorgeous dance postures plunged the entire tavern into a lively atmosphere of singing and dancing.

The young man who was giving a speech came towards us. Many people were greeting him along the way. It seemed that the drinkers in the whole pub were very familiar with him. People kept gathering around him. , the faces of the young people following him were filled with confidence. Although their expressions were different, the attitude of a superior person was already revealed.

The noisy atmosphere completely enveloped this corner of the tavern, which can be regarded as the innermost position in the tavern. Vernon wanted to chat with me for a few words, but he looked up and found the young man who had just given a speech. He had already walked to our square table. He lowered his head and looked down at the people on our table. His aggressive eyes swept over me, as if he wanted to peel off my clothes and see through my body, making me feel to extremely uncomfortable.

Vernon and Tracy stood up, and now I understood the layout of the square table. It turned out that around this square table were speakers from different power groups in Stans College, including Vernon, who had just driven Leon away. Nong represents one of the forces, Leon should also be considered a force, Tracy and Rowling also represent a small group, and there are also spokespersons for different forces standing up to talk to this young man who gave a wonderful speech one by one. Small talk.

This was not a fraternity party at all like Tracy said.

I turned around and saw Tracy, who also had a tight face, leaning next to Rowling. The two of them stood together and whispered, looking a little surprised.

The young man who had just stood on the stage to give a speech shook hands with everyone one by one using the common people's handshake. Then he stared at Vernon, the burliest among us, and said in a hoarse and powerful low voice: " Dear friends from Stans Academy, thank you for attending this gathering of civilian students. I am Abel from Warrior Academy, and I major in two-handed short weapons!”

There were more than a dozen young people in different attires following him. Although he said that he was a student of the Warrior Academy, I had no impression of him at all. Even these young people in different attires behind him, I was in the academy before. Haven't seen anyone here.

He stopped at the table, and a kind of vigor emanated from his body. It was a kind of fighting spirit that only warriors have. These fighting spirits continue to spread outward with the body as the core, forming a spiral state. cyclone. I clearly remember that the fighting spirit of Jonbach, Hamasaki and Breguet is restrained. This restrained fighting spirit allows them to control their bodies more clearly and enhance their ability to perceive the outside world.

He has probably just broken through the bottleneck of a ninth-level warrior apprentice and became a first-level warrior recognized by the Warriors Guild. He has not yet fully controlled his body.

At this moment, I thought: The reason why Tracy is unwilling to bring me here is probably because this is a gathering among civilian students.

I was worried that the students from the Warrior Academy would recognize me, so I quietly hid in a corner where no one was paying attention. Fortunately, they didn’t chat for too long, and they only made a preliminary decision on who would be the general responsible for the civilian students at Stans Academy. Man, this responsibility falls on the warrior Vernon without hesitation. It can be seen that he has become an official warrior and is now the most powerful person in Stans College.

Soon Vernon left behind Abel. This time Abel seemed to be the leader of all the civilian student groups of the Warrior Academy in El City. I didn't expect Tracy to be one of them.

It turns out that this time the leaders of the civilian student power groups from each college were summoned. I don’t know who will summon them at this time. I suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart. It was originally just an ordinary emotional dispute, but now this conflict has intensified. There has been a strong difference of opinion between the common people and the nobles, and it has become an irreconcilable conflict.

The huge differences between civilian students and aristocratic students are the main source of conflicts.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Tracy also understood a little bit. Today's party must be very unusual, and maybe it will fall into a whirlpool, with regret in his eyes.

When I saw Abel leading a group of leaders of civilian students from various colleges into a secret room, there were even people guarding the door of the secret room... I suddenly smelled something big was brewing.

Tracy also felt something was wrong, so she sat slumped on a long chair and glanced suspiciously at her close friend next to her who also looked unnatural. After all, Tracy was considered a smart person. She was just careful. After thinking about it for a moment, she noticed a hint of conspiracy. She stared at Rowling sitting next to her and asked, "Now you should tell me what's going on, right?"

At this moment, Rowling was also confused. She said to Tracy with a grimace and a frown on her face: "I really thought there was a very special dance held here. Look, I'm still wearing a dancing skirt... …”

Tracy was quite helpless towards this neurotic close friend. She rolled her eyes at her, then stretched her body and leaned lazily on the bench. Her figure was already very good, so she looked so lazy. After the movement, I didn't know how much of my waist was exposed. At this time, I actually had a strange feeling that Tracy was also very charming...

"Next time you want to go to the prom, please be smarter!" Tracy complained weakly to her close friends: "Don't be so low-key. As long as people say there is a prom, you can just agree to it, Rowling! "

"Okay, okay, my sister, I will be more careful next time!" Rowling pretended to go forward to please Tracy.

Tracy slumped in the chair, holding her chest with both hands and said nothing.

At this moment, I even felt that if it was possible, it would be better if it was not Leon who just left, but Tracy and I!

I secretly asked Tracy: "What would happen if we turned around and left now?"

Tracy said coldly and irritably: "I don't want to be pointed at my spine and said I am a coward when I go to the college tomorrow!"

"Just be yourself, why care about what others say!" I whispered in Tracy's ear.

Tracy ignored me at all, just pretended not to hear what I said, and didn't mention leaving.

For this, I can only sigh silently. Tracy completely inherited Ryan's genes. The pride in her bones does not allow her to retreat at the last minute. Even if she knows it is wrong, she must insist on finishing it and then bear it all. This kind of character can be regarded as a kind of leadership character, but this kind of upright character, in my opinion, will make Tracy suffer a lot, but I just can't dissuade her, which is really uncomfortable.

In the pub, under the noise and clamor, there is a wave of restlessness. The waiters in the pub are running between the tables with trays in their hands. Those sour golden apples with a hint of sweetness are brought up in bunches and delivered to everyone's hands... Alcohol and male hormones mixed together have made many people drunk. At this time, I realized that no matter which world the drunkards are, they are fearless.

Everyone in the city of Ayr likes to drink a sip of golden apple wine. Many students sitting in the tavern have already drunk red faces. They are constantly loudly denouncing the bad behavior of those noble children. Some even stand up, holding a wine glass in one hand and gesticulating with the other hand, saying how they fell in love with a beautiful girl. As a result, in the academy, their sweetheart gave everything to a rich noble boy. Then the beautiful girl was abandoned by the rich boy and eventually had to give up her studies and choose to be a concubine of an old man in a blacksmith shop.

There were complaints, and then some people echoed them. Then some people were angry, and emotions slowly brewed in the tavern...