The huge city gate was open, and two rows of majestic knights stood on both sides of the gate, seriously checking the documents of passers-by.
"Please come in."
After carefully examining a merchant's papers, a knight respectfully returned them and waved the next carriage into the city.
The caravan with the emblem of the Cravenna family pulled a long queue of goods, raised dust, walked through the sparse paths, and entered the royal capital.
When the knights saw the Cravenna family logo on the team's cargo box, their hearts suddenly became extremely tense.
This family symbol was all too familiar to them.
The knights encouraged each other, and the steel armors clashed slightly, making a low sound.
In the end, a knight was pushed out by his companions. He looked back at his teammates with some embarrassment, but he had already reached the front and could only carry out a routine inspection of the Cravenna family's caravan.
The caravan took out all the necessary documents.
After confirming that the documents are complete, the goods will be inspected.
The knights opened the curtains blocking the trucks one by one, and gradually felt relieved when they saw the fully qualified goods.
He inspected each carriage skillfully and briskly, gradually relaxing.
When it stopped in front of the last carriage, the curtain of the carriage was automatically opened before the knight could check it.
The knight was stunned for a moment and slowly raised his head.
I saw a man wearing a black windbreaker sitting inside.
His eyes moved up and met Victor's eyes.
At that moment, the knight seemed to feel that his heart stopped beating.
Blood rushes to the brain, and the limbs tremble.
Facing Victor's cold eyes, he felt like a lamb being slaughtered.
The knight trembled and hurriedly bowed to Victor:
"V...Count Victor."
"Welcome back."
Who in the entire royal capital doesn’t know Victor?
Member of the Council of Mages, chief professor of the Royal Academy of Magic, private tutor of the Imperial Princess, and head of the Cravenna family.
He is even the fiancé of the former head of the Knights, Gwen Delin.
Victor nodded lightly, and the curtain of the carriage closed automatically.
Seeing that there was no abnormal signal, the knight in front removed the roadblock and allowed the carriage to pass.
The checking knight froze in place, his eyes dull.
The one who was lying in Count Victor's arms just now...
It seems like...Knight Commander Gwen?
…
A carriage drove slowly towards Delin's mansion, the soft sound of wheels echoing in the quiet streets.
The servant noticed the carriage approaching with the Clivener family crest and hurried back to the mansion to report.
After a while, Kevlar walked out of the mansion, opened the door, and greeted him.
However, she unexpectedly saw Victor standing next to the carriage.
Before she could say anything more, Victor tapped his finger lightly.
Then, green light surged from his fingertips and blended into the ground of the carriage along his fingers.
Several vines gradually sprouted from the ground and rose up, gently lifting Gwen out of the carriage while she was unconscious.
Kefla looked at Gwen, who was lying motionless on the vine, and was startled. She hurried forward and picked her up from the vine into her arms.
At this moment, Victor's voice came from behind:
"She has been in coma since yesterday. Take good care of her."
After Victor finished speaking briefly, he got into the carriage and slowly drove away from Delin's mansion.
Kefla looked at the unconscious Gwen carefully.
Her face was calm and there was no change in her complexion. It was almost impossible to tell whether she was suffering from any illness.
But she just closed her eyes tightly and fell unconscious.
Kefla frowned, stroked Gwen's forehead, and said worriedly to herself:
"How could it become like this?"
…
Victor sat quietly on the fleeting carriage, leaning against the window, staring at the scenery flowing on the street.
Listen quietly to the sound of wheels rolling over the stone pavement.
A crow stood opposite him, picked up a cherry from the plate, and ate it into his stomach along the beak.
While enjoying the delicious taste of cherries, it looked at the quiet Victor and said slowly: "Are you ready?"
Victor didn't react much and simply replied: "Maybe."
From the beginning, Victor has been trying to change Gwen's impression of him.
Keeping distance from her and trying to make Gwen more dependent on him.
And now, he almost did it.
Almost every move of Gwen was in Victor's eyes.
However, he misjudged one point.
That is, Gwen has been targeted for a long time.
【Believers of the Goddess】
The goddess they believe in doesn't have the time to arrange for the followers.
But only believers will miss the goddess' return to the world all the time.
Therefore, they must ensure that Gwen cannot be contaminated.
"I didn't intend to deal with these things before, but now."
Victor's eyes shone with cold light, like obsidian:
"They should be cleared out."
Vega stretched out his wings, put it to his mouth, and yawned.
"You have to think carefully. Although God no longer cares about the world, but..."
"If you deal with those fanatical believers, you will also attract the attention of the goddess."
Victor turned his head and looked at Vega:
"Isn't it still you?"
"Me? Stop joking."
Vega flapped her wings and stood on Victor's shoulders.
"I'm just an ordinary crow."
Victor's expression remained calm:
"That's enough."
Here is a game.
And as a player,
Victor won't turn down any challenge.
The carriage crossed the dusty road, its wheels leaving two ruts, and drove slowly along the depths.
…
The Royal Academy of Magic is particularly lively today.
In sharp contrast to the desertedness of the previous holidays, countless students and parents gathered here, and various noble carriages were parked outside the college to escort their important children into the college.
Today is the first day of the new semester, and it is also the day of assessment for freshmen.
Crowds of people crowded in front of each mage tower, waiting to enter the assessment.
Professors stood at the top of each mage tower, constantly calling candidates to enter.
The mage tower is filled with thick and messy books, with only a few large wooden tables placed in front of the professor.
There is white paper on the table, and a white quill pen is placed next to it, but the tip of the pen is stained with traces of ink.
A professor took the list, pushed up his glasses, and read the names:
"Bruce Cade."
"Piseur Maulson."
…
The students whose names were called showed confidence on their faces and walked into the portal with their heads held high.
The invigilator professor continued to look at the list and named names at random:
"Aurelion..."
"Um?"
The professor pushed up his glasses, brought the list closer to his eyes, raised his eyes, and was stunned.
"Aurelion Thor...Thor!?"
When the name was called out, even he was a little unbelievable. The list in his hand trembled and his eyes widened.
After other students heard the name, they all sat blankly in their seats with blank expressions.
Under the blue sky of the Mage Tower, countless students were like scattered pearls, anxiously waiting for the professors to mention their names.
Their eyes also widened when they heard the name in the wide square.
who?
Aurelion Sol! ?
among the crowd,
Amidst the crowd, a girl with long silver hair like a waterfall slowly walked out.
The clothes she wore were simple and elegant, but they perfectly showed off her peerless appearance in the sunshine.
Aurelion gently reached her hand behind her head and brushed away her flowing hair.
An air of elegance and nobility from the inside out immediately filled her body.
She walked into the teleportation array calmly, and walked into the mage tower under the gaze of everyone.
When she entered and met the professor's eyes, she smiled slightly.
With the elegance and dignity of a royal family, she bowed to the professor very dignifiedly.
The other students looked at the extraordinary and elegant Aurelion, stunned in their seats, with their mouths open, staring blankly at this unique girl.
They watched Aurelion take her seat silently, feeling extremely shocked.
Her Royal Highness, actually, participated in the same assessment as them! ?
this! ! !
After all, Aurelion is the princess of the empire.
Wanting to study at the Royal Academy of Magic is basically just a matter of a word from the royal family.
The dean was eager to personally come forward and invite the princess to study in the academy.
But she was shocked. Being a princess did not mean that she was also a special genius.
Although Aurelion's actual combat exploits were loudly publicized.
But the written test is a written test, which is completely different from actual combat.
This also made many students, even though they were shocked, still muster up courage for themselves.
They felt that they still had a chance to surpass this princess.
After a brief shock, the professor gently cleared his throat and continued to summon other candidates.
Every student who steps into the classroom will be shocked the moment they catch a glimpse of the princess.
But then, they can only comfort themselves and cheer themselves up with the same reasons as other candidates.
Soon, after each candidate sat down, the professor turned an ancient hourglass upside down and solemnly announced:
"The exam starts in two hours."
"Every student's test questions are on the white paper on the table. Please use the quills provided to answer, but do not break the quills."
"Also, the ink on it won't run out."
The professor raised his head, glanced at Aurelion, and continued:
"You have ten minutes for marking."
After saying that, he leaned on the podium, the magic circle glowing slightly behind him, and his eyes wandered around the room, resting on each student.
No slightest movement could escape his observation.
The students were immersed in the test papers and frowned.
Some sighed from time to time, and some couldn't help but put their hands on their foreheads, trying to find clues to the answer.
There was a squeaking metal sound coming from the seats, and many sighs and teeth-gnashing sounds could be heard from time to time.
Upon seeing this, the professor reminded loudly:
"Review the question quietly, no talking!"
Soon, ten minutes passed, and only a handful of sand grains were left at the bottom of the hourglass.
At first, many students were still in a daze, like sculptures, with their pens resting on the blank test paper, not knowing how to write.
However, Aurelion was different from them. She placed her hands across her chest and moved her fingers lightly.
The quill in front of her seemed to have come to life, automatically answering questions according to her wishes.
Its speed is far faster than normal human writing, and it is almost completely synchronized with Aurelion's thinking.
After just a moment, she raised her arms gracefully: "I've finished my answer."
"Um?"
"ah?"
"What the hell?"
