The three of them arrived at the gate of Crescent College early in the morning. The college was open during the day, but from the deserted appearance, it was probably not the start of school yet.
Since they decided to go to school, the nearest Crescent Academy was the best choice. Three people at the registration office registered their identities to study in the academy. There is no upper limit on the age of students, but there is a limit, that is, those under the age of twelve cannot enroll.
Xilu is fifteen years old, while Artolis and Gawain are both seventeen years old, so there is no problem in terms of age. The registration was successful and school starts next week, which means there are still seven days of vacation left.
The tuition fee is three thousand gold coins per person for one semester (four months), which is not too expensive but not cheap either.
When they came out of the academy, there was one more item on the identity certificates of the three of them, which was "attending the academy." This item can be seen by outsiders, and of course it is not considered privacy.
It's eight o'clock in the morning. Don't ask them how they know it, because there is a big clock hanging on the college's science and technology building.
The three of them discussed it for a while and decided to go to the library again, this time not to the career hall, but to the second floor of the library. In order to integrate into this world as soon as possible, they must do their homework quickly, but this time Tris will not help them anymore. In fact, after they arrived in Avalon, Tris made no more requests.
Why? Why did Tris bring them all this way? Just give them a better life?
Artolis did not ask Tris directly, but the three of them came to the square again with doubts. The square was still lively, almost the same place as last time was full of people.
"What are you doing over there?" Artoris was curious and asked.
"Why don't you go and take a look!" Gawain said, touching his chin. In fact, he also had an idea for that area when he first came here, but his purpose was very clear at the time, so he didn't have time to go and check it out.
There were several circles of people surrounding that area of the square, and you really couldn't see much outside. After squeezing in the crowd for a long time, the three figures finally appeared in the front row.
As soon as I squeezed into the front row, people around me made frustrated sounds again. In the center of the crowd was a raised stone platform. A man descended the steps to a chorus of frustrated voices, and then another man came up.
Artoris cast her gaze to the center of the platform and learned about the situation of these people. In the center of the platform is a sharp sword inlaid with blue-violet gems. The sword's body is bright and smooth, like a sage standing on a stone platform, glowing with dazzling brilliance under people's praise.
Some people who came to the stage were curious, and some wanted to use this sword as their own weapon. People have different purposes, but the method is the same, that is to draw the sword!
Yes, this gem sword is embedded in the stone slab. It seems that no one has pulled it out yet.
I don't know what kind of magic power the sword has. No matter how hard the person comes, I can't pull it out. Artoris was very surprised when she saw the muscular man coming down the stairs with a frustrated look on his face.
This person's level analytical eye can no longer be displayed. The analytical eye can only identify targets whose strength is not two levels higher than the person's. Therefore, this guy has level four strength after all! Even so, you can't pull it out?
Artolis's eyes were deeply attracted by the gem sword. For some reason, Artolis felt that the gem sword had a familiar feeling.
"A sword that no one can pull out is just causing trouble..." The strong man walked past Artoris, and his complaints reached Artolis's ears.
The words in her ears pierced Artolis's eardrums like a sharp sword, and hit her heart along the criss-crossing nerves.
"This sword is the Chosen Sword. Only those with the blood of the red dragon can pull it out." Artolis turned around. The square, the crowd, Gawain and Xilu were all gone, and the endless horizon came into view. Sea of flowers.
Two chaotic figures appeared in the middle of the sea of flowers at some unknown time, and the conversation between them was carried by the gentle breeze to Artolis's ears.
"Little magician, are you just trying to deal with me like this? You just took a lunar moon and made this thing!"
"No, no, no, this is just a prototype." The figure of Chaos gradually became clear. Are those two people?
The magician tilted his head, and in Artoris's sight, the other party seemed to be looking in her direction.
"He has no special sense of mission or feeling moved by my teachings. In the past fifteen years, what has constantly encouraged him is the ordinary days spent with his adoptive father Ector and brother Kai.
The laughter of the people living in the town is neither admiration nor love, but in his opinion, these things are all good things..."
The endless sea of flowers quickly collapsed in front of Artolis's eyes, and the surrounding noises were like cold chains pulling her back to reality.
Another person stepped down, and another person came on stage. No one succeeds, everyone returns without success. Atoris could no longer look directly at the sword. That thing was like a shackle, tying Atoris's heart tightly, and there was no way to break free.
A drop of cold sweat slipped from Atoris's face, and Artoris, with a dark face, pulled Gawain's sleeve.
"let's go……"
"What's wrong?" Gawain immediately heard something was wrong from Artoris's tone, so he asked.
"No...no reason...just that I don't want to stay here anymore."
She must be feeling unwell, Gawain thought to himself after seeing Artoris's performance. Without asking any more questions, they just greeted Xilu and the three of them squeezed out of the crowd. Originally, they were just curious about what was going on here, but it turned out to be quite boring. Xilu almost fell asleep just looking at it.
Artoris's expression improved after she left the crowd. After breathing a sigh of relief, Artolis began to remember the scene just now. What on earth was going on? Is it a hallucination or a memory? If it is a memory, then whose memory is it? How did it get into her mind?
After thinking about it, Artoris followed Gawain into the library and looked at the bustling profession hall again. But this time they really came to read a book. The real library was above the second floor.
The three of them went upstairs. The second floor was completely different from the first floor. When they stepped onto the last step, the three of them were stunned at the same time. Gawain's reaction was particularly obvious. He turned around and looked at the steps behind him, turned around and Gawain walked down again.
Yes, on the second floor of the library, you can't hear the sound from downstairs at all. It's like stepping into another world, a quiet world without irritation. Gawain walked several times and concluded that the shielding barrier was on the last step. This was the third time that Gawain encountered a sound-blocking barrier. When he came back, Gawain signaled Artolis and Xilu to speak as quietly as possible.
After all, unlike the library on a cruise ship, it seems that there are not a few people reading here.
