Feeling a little ashamed, as he said these words, Loran Hill seemed to have returned to the past, those unrealistic but brilliant fantasies.

"That's right, but I have another question. Please describe the three ways to perform the 'Emerald Wind Technique' and their respective characteristics." The knight seemed to be a student of the Natural Sequence, and his question was extremely skillful.

"This..." The knight was indeed asking about a spell that they had to learn in the third grade, but this spell was at the end of the course and was an unimportant content mentioned in passing. Generally, third-grade students would not deliberately remember it.

Although she knew the answer, Loran Hill hesitated whether to answer it, but the current situation did not allow her to think for a long time. If she hesitated to make a decision, she would suffer the consequences.

"Emerald Wind Flow is a spell used to bless the army. Although it's not very effective against transcendents, due to its wide range and long duration, it's still a must-know spell for wind-chanters accompanying the army. It has three main uses. The first is to use a spell to assist with the Moon Condensation Dew. This method is the most effective, but it takes a long time and consumes precious Moon Condensation Dew."

"Secondly, the wind chanters in the army can combine their spells to form special wind-inducing formations based on multiples of 5. These spells can be performed in parallel. This has a wide range of effects, but requires a large number of people."

"Finally, there's Silent Inscription Casting. Soldiers are equipped with armor inscribed with Wind Flow. They only need to replenish their mana to cast spells. While this method is expensive, even without a Windsinger, other Transcendents accompanying the army can still replenish their mana to cast spells."

The girl answered slowly, a little awkwardly at first, but then became fluent. After she finished speaking, she imitated the head maid and pushed up her glasses, causing a glare under the night light.

"Very good." The knight's voice seemed relieved and happy, and then he made way to let Loran Hill continue forward.

Just as Loran Hill breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move on, the knight's voice came again from behind him.

"I'm a fourth-year student in the Natural History Course, Lassen. You can come to me if you have any questions in the future."

A Sequence 6 in just the fourth year? This senior is a rare genius. The girl nodded and walked into the church without looking back.

Candles burning with orange flames were placed on copper holders on both sides of the hall, illuminating the interior. Members in black came and went, some heading to the meeting hall further inside the church, some to the rooms on the first and second floors, and some into the adjacent passages and underground.

Loran Hill used his perception to scan the hall and vaguely discovered that a large number of members in black gathered in the meeting room. There, Osuna was ordering her subordinates to do various things, probably to get more people to join the society.

Since he didn't know Osuna's current situation, Loran Hill didn't want to confront her directly for the time being, so he turned and walked into the passage next to him, which connected to the underground, where a ceremony for a new group of members to join was being held.

After entering the heavily guarded gate, the atmosphere inside was much more relaxed. There were only two Sequence 5 students guarding the basement entrance, so Loran Hill easily walked in with the others.

As we walked through the torchlit corridors, the sound of prayers being repeated grew louder.

"We are the children left behind on this earth, descendants of the great ones of the past. From now on, we will regain our former glory..."

The girl finally slowly stopped at the outer door of the underground venue and looked at the frenzied scene inside. Nearly a hundred students stood in the audience, listening to the explanation of the senior member on the stage, and guards in black uniforms stood beside them.

This can't go on any longer. The girl said to herself, took off her glasses, put them in the ring, and gently opened the door.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Everyone in the venue slowly turned their gazes, and a girl with crimson eyes bloomed in their sight. Then everything seemed to be in slow motion. She rushed to the center of the venue at an extremely fast speed, kicked off the ground with her light-colored shoes, and jumped directly to the platform, and the black-clad guards also drew the swords at their waists.

The snow-silver sword reflected cold light in the candlelight. Before the sound of the sword being drawn could spread, the girl, like a swimming light, bypassed them and took the gray reagent from the host's hand.

When she turned her body, the sound in the venue erupted.

The black-clad guards waved their swords one after another, blocking the door leading to the outside, and then closed in. Although they were all students, they were also true warriors, with superb skills and a good understanding of cooperation.

Loran Hill immediately found herself in a bitter struggle. Before her crimson magic sword could even condense, five longswords stabbed, slashed, and chopped at her from all angles. The cold light of magic condensed on the longswords emitted a dangerous signal, making her hesitant to touch them. Her perception of her surroundings also began to accelerate.

He turned around and narrowly avoided the long sword that was about to pass by his body, but his robe was not so lucky and was torn into long holes.

In order to prevent the coat from getting caught and pulled, Loran Hill gave up the black robe while dodging, revealing his disguised long chestnut hair and scarlet eyes.

clang--

Finally, a red magic sword appeared in his hand, directly blocking the attack of a Sequence 6 student. Then another one swept across in a curved red moon, forcing back the weaker Sequence 5 students.

But the other party did not give up. The sound of chanting spells began to sound from behind, and then stone walls began to completely close the door.

Seventeen black-clad guards surrounded the girls, and on the side were nearly a hundred new club members watching the battle.

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