Chapter 41

If Raymond didn't want to slowly advance from an ordinary patrol guard knight to the Holy Knights, he would of course have to choose to catch the eye of some important figure and then take a shortcut.

But among those who have the power to speak in the Vatican, the Pope often does not show up, the archbishops are rarely seen, and there is also Cardinal Edgar, who handles the most affairs, and it is difficult to see these people.

Even if they met him, what would it matter? He was a small figure with a low status and not strong in their eyes, so there was no way for him to get close to talk. On the contrary, the four candidates for the Son of God were often wandering around.

Raymond had been to the Holy Light Salvation Society of those four people. In his opinion, Daphne was arrogant, delicate and difficult to serve, while Daniel, who always had a gentle and compassionate expression, made him sick.

Compared to the other two, Elphis is easier to deal with, less troublesome, and seems less likely to ask for a beating, but Raymond can't see through him...so the best choice is Abner, who is open-minded, friendly, and not too cunning.

But Raymond himself was impatient to get along well with others. He was asked to find a way to bump into Abner without arousing suspicion, to socialize with him, and then to gain his trust and respect. The whole process was simply embarrassing for Raymond!

Now that Elphis has become an exchange student, he can challenge this candidate many times to get familiar with him. If all goes well, he can even become friends with him. Then, wouldn't it be natural for him to propose to join the Vatican and become his protector?

Besides, Elphis is the most prestigious candidate. His talent and background will certainly help him gain a greater chance of being elected as the Son of God. In a hundred years or so, he will naturally become the Pope.

As a knight whom Elphis knew when he was young and who had protected him for a hundred years, Raymond could easily obtain power and intelligence!

Meanwhile, Raymond didn't know that the position of the Son of God was determined solely by God, ignoring all external factors. He had already imagined a smooth future and convinced himself to ignore the sense of danger that Elphis gave him, and was ready to find an opportunity to talk to him as soon as possible.

Most of the exchange students made the same choice as Elphis and came to the arena on the first day.

The difference is that Elphis is strolling alone, focusing on the different styles of sword moves of his teachers. As for the opponents he will be sparring with, he is not too concerned about them yet.

The other mage students gathered around an idle teacher and asked him which young sword masters were more skilled.

Conrad was just bored, so he wanted to come and see the two children's childish and arrogant start and the embarrassing end, but he didn't expect that he would be entangled by a group of brats...

Fortunately, although he does not teach students, he still has some impression of those who perform outstandingly, otherwise it would be embarrassing if he could not answer the questions.

The burly middle-aged man had a short, light beard and an ordinary face, except for his eyes that were as sharp as blades. He had a serious face, but he answered every question.

Conrad glanced at the teacher in the audience who was laughing as usual, and had no doubt that Eli was laughing at him.

Suddenly, the young wizards who were seriously selecting their opponents noticed something and started walking in the same direction. Their steps were reserved and natural, but Conrad could still see their hidden excitement.

Following the route of the young wizards, Conrad saw a silver-haired young man. Of course he knew who this was... After squinting for a moment, the man suddenly realized -

He said that the exchange students who came from Aurelion in the past two years have changed a lot in their style. Their bodies are a little stronger than those before, and their reaction speed in combat is a little faster.

This is not that strange. What Conrad can't understand is that the children who came here in the past two years are somehow much more stable. The arrogance of previous years is rarely seen. Instead, they are gentle and polite, and their tone of voice is neither hurried nor slow. Especially the group that came here this time... It's like they were cast in the same mold. It's a bit scary when you think about it.

Conrad had planned to go back and ask his old friend what Aurelion had done to the elites of their family?

It was not until this time that I noticed the candidate. He had a dignified demeanor, a delicate and gentle face, but his eyes were indifferent. He was alone, isolated from the crowd, and remained calm and composed amid so many stares.

Conrad thought of a possibility and couldn't help but twitch his mouth: Haha, a bunch of childish scholars.

The scholars have gathered around their idol, asking him how he is getting used to staying here, whether there are any fools looking for trouble, whether he needs their help, and whether he wants to pick a swordsman to practice with.

His attentiveness and thoughtfulness left those around him speechless: How pampered is this candidate?

Raymond, who had been paying attention to the silver-haired young man, also had a complicated expression: he felt that this kid had some talent for succubus!

Elphis didn't like dealing with this kind of enthusiasm, so he asked everyone to disperse, take a look at the sword-fighting styles of different teachers, and prepare themselves mentally for various attacks in advance. Then, his classmates obeyed and did as he was told.

Conrad: “…” Did his old friend know that the geniuses in his academy could behave so well?

Elphis spent most of his time improving his magic and did not practice swordsmanship much. When his parents first taught him to use the sword, they praised him for his flexibility, stable body and talent, but he knew that was due to his Tai Chi and Ba Duan Jin fitness training since childhood, and his actual talent was average.

He was well aware that he was not as strong as the swordsman, so after observing the surrounding area, he stopped near a female teacher and took her class to learn some sword moves that used softness to overcome hardness.

Janet naturally noticed the handsome young man with a serious look and waved for Elphis to come over.

"Linton's brother?"

Elphis paused for a moment before answering, "Teacher, do you know my cousin?"

The heroic woman put one hand on her waist and said, "I have fought."

“……” He was not curious about why Linton was beaten, he could guess it.

Janet pointed at a burly student in the class and said, "Go and beat him up. I'll teach you my fighting style later."

The kid she pointed out was already at the one-star high-level level. He liked big and powerful sword moves the most. He was never serious in her class. She had been annoyed with him for a long time.

However, the difference in their realms was too great, and if she took action to deal with him, he would inevitably feel dissatisfied, so Janet decided to let his peers tell him that he was a proud and complacent little waste.

Gena, who was standing lazily with his sword pointed at the ground, suddenly became the focus of attention: "???"

However, he had no objection to the teacher's suggestion, as he had originally planned to challenge the candidate after class.

The sturdy young man stood up straight and looked at Elphis eagerly.

Seeing Elphis nod, Janet, in a good mood, pointed to an empty space and said, "Let's fight there."

At this time, all the students in the Colosseum turned their attention over here. Some came here to watch the fun, while others wanted to challenge Elphis and test his abilities in this fight. The teachers did not stop them and just watched along leisurely.

The two academies established an exchange student program just to let the geniuses feel how powerful the magic/swordsmanship they think is inferior is, so that they can get used to opponents of different styles as soon as possible, so Elphis doesn't plan to take out the sword, but use pure magic to fight.

Carrying the heavy sword on his shoulder, Genna looked at the staff that was as delicate and fragile as its owner, and suddenly worried about how much money he would have to pay if it was broken...

"What realm are you at?" He was still worried that he would chop the light shield into pieces. What if this kid didn't dodge and was chopped in half by him?

The silver-haired young man avoided giving a precise answer, "I am qualified to be your opponent, classmate, please go first."

Gena was not polite at all. He crossed his heavy sword and swung it. The sword wind stirred up layers of air waves and quickly approached the opponent. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be cut into four pieces.

At the same time, Gnar's figure almost turned into a string of phantoms and approached Elphis. These fragile little mages didn't like close combat the most. They would definitely panic if they got close... It was Gnar who panicked - fuck! Why am I blind!!!

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of Gena's eyes and he could not see anything. But he thought that he was in a safe academy with many powerful teachers around him, so his life must be safe. So he panicked for only a moment, without stopping, and estimated the opponent's previous position, and danced out dense sword winds nearby. If Elphis was as slow as the wizard he had met before, he might really be able to hurt him.

Soon, Gena realized that he had been hitting the air, so he stopped, felt the air flow, held his breath and listened carefully to see if there was any movement. He did not realize that the enemy had approached him silently.

The staff, which Gena praised as delicate and easily breakable, approached his elbow and hit his tendon hard before he felt the fierce wind. Gena's grip on the sword loosened uncontrollably. He reacted very quickly and moved to fight back, but before his strength was fully recovered, a force that was about to break his bones fell on his wrist. He then guessed that the other party kicked his hand, kicking the sword away before he could switch to the other hand!

what happened???

Isn't this guy a mage? How can a mage be so fast? How can he dodge so flexibly? How can he be so strong?

Besides, isn't the magician's staff used to help gather strength? Did this guy just break his bones with that staff? !

Gena didn't see how Elphis did it, and the people watching didn't know either!

Because when the fight just started, the two were suddenly surrounded by darkness. The darkness was so thick that water was about to drip out and was too obvious. Someone immediately exclaimed, "Dark magic?" "A dark wizard attacked Rockefeller?!"

The exchange students glared at these ignorant guys with dissatisfaction and explained for their boss -

"This is because Mr. Al has moved all the light elements nearby away from that place. Such strong control is difficult to achieve."

"It's amazing, you did it so easily..."

"As expected of a person favored by the gods, he doesn't need to chant spells to make the elements cooperate. The elements are completely under his control!"

Seeing such expressions of admiration and yearning on the faces of these inherently arrogant magic geniuses, the young swordsmen felt an inexplicable toothache and took a few steps away from them in disgust - these guys looked like they had lost their minds.

Those with good hearing could hear the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air in the darkness, and then after a pause, there was the dull sound of a heavy object hitting flesh. I thought it was the candidate who was beaten, but it was Gena who screamed in pain? !

No, that mage has a light talent, so whatever moves he uses should let some light through! Why is it always pitch black?

Soon, a very familiar heavy sword flew out from the black fog and hit the open ground with a "clang". There were a few muffled sounds of hitting flesh, and then in just two blinks of an eye, the darkness was broken.

The silver-haired young man was in the same condition as before the fight, except for a few messy hairs on his high ponytail. If it weren't for the fact that Gena was not used to the sudden light, shielded his eyes with a grimace, and then limped to pick up his sword... everyone would have suspected that nothing had happened!

The sturdy young man looked at Elphis with a face full of grief and anger: "You, you..." He kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't say anything, which made the onlookers very anxious!

Gena always felt that he lost for no apparent reason. He originally wanted to say that the opponent had made a sneak attack, but the opponent didn't even use his best magic, and he was approached by a slow-witted wizard without even noticing. He was the only one who would be embarrassed if he said it out loud.

So he shut up, limped over to his classmate and shut himself up - damn! This guy is so strong, he must have a broken bone!

Onlookers: “???” Tell me what happened!

Those who wanted to estimate Elphis's level and then challenge him just felt lonely!

Elphis created a completely dark environment because he was curious about how sensitive the five senses of swordsmen at different levels were. Now it seems... he still has to reach the level of a body-tempered swordsman before his five senses and physical strength can have a qualitative leap.

Janet waved him over and asked in a good mood, "How do you feel? Is it stressful to fight him?"

Gena who was not far away: “…” Who on earth is your student?

Elphis hesitated for a moment, and with the idea of mutual progress in mind, he kindly pointed out his opponent's shortcomings, "This student completely loses the initiative in the dark, and he can often practice his hearing and intuition in such an environment. He is also not used to holding a sword with his left hand. If his right hand is seriously injured in the future, it will be difficult for him to fight the enemy. In addition..."

He didn't speak loudly, but the people around him could still hear him clearly. Many people looked at their old classmate in confusion: Are you such a loser? Why didn't I see that before?

Gena, who was executed in public, had a dull face and cried even louder in his heart!

At this time, there was only one seat in the audience of nearly 10,000 people. With Eli's level, he certainly had the means to hear the conversation in the distance.

A rare hint of confusion appeared in the man's dark blue eyes. Al, this child, won the victory easily. He was neither proud nor sarcastic, and he had the patience to point out the shortcomings of ordinary opponents to help them improve. What a good child! How could he turn a blind eye to the injured on the roadside?

The teacher must have acted too suspiciously somewhere, so the right thing to do was to leave cautiously!

Yes, that's what Al must have thought at the time.

In the short term, Elphis was far more interested in new sword techniques than fighting with Rockefeller's students, and he mainly followed teacher Janet that day.

There was a long line of fifth and sixth graders who wanted to challenge him to a fight, but the exchange students from Aurelion had admired Elphis for several years and could not help but pay attention to him as long as he was in their sight. When they saw that the smile on the eldest brother's mouth had flattened a little, they immediately realized that he was a little annoyed.

So, the young wizards stood in front of the silver-haired young man without hesitation and stopped a large group of people. Alice smiled cutely and said, "There are so many of you. You are wasting El's time! Not everyone is qualified to be his opponent. You have to defeat one of us to be qualified to challenge El."

As for whether to fight or not, it depends on the boss's mood.

With a group of caring classmates sharing the pressure, Elphis took the opportunity to turn around, his silver hair swung in a beautiful arc, and he quickly went to find teacher Janet.

On this day, Raymond, who was planning to socialize with Elphis, did not appear in front of him, because Raymond was struggling with whether to pretend to be taciturn or to pretend to be outspoken, hot-tempered, and hate evil. The former was too frustrating, and the latter would make more mistakes if he spoke more...

Fuck! Why is he so weak? If he wasn't weak, he wouldn't be considered easy to integrate into the human race and be driven out to gather intelligence!

The man grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance and continued to make the painful choice of what kind of life he would live in the future.

In the academy, the one who was more irritable than Raymond was Winster.

Sitting in the classroom for half a day was actually not a big deal, but when he thought about his brother walking outside, there were a lot of people looking at him, disturbing him, and making him unhappy, Winster couldn't sit still any longer...

He had lunch with his brother, but Eugene, who sat at the same table, talked too much. He just asked his brother if he was injured in the arena, but Eugene started to talk about what happened in the morning, making Winster feel like a hundred birds chirping in his ears.

There was a fencing class in the afternoon, and Winster was somewhat interested in it.

All his moves were learned from dreams, with a domineering style, which was more suitable for Samuel's strong body back then. If it weren't for Winster's very sensitive intuition about crisis, he would have killed a thousand enemies and lost eight hundred of his own. It's not bad to have the opportunity to learn some new skills now.

But I didn’t learn anything today. The teacher, adhering to the idea that there is no acquaintance without fighting, said that in order to let the freshmen and classmates increase their understanding of each other’s strength, they can propose challenges.

As soon as the words fell, more than 20 people couldn't wait to see the strength of the new classmate who was promoted directly to the fifth grade.

This teacher had seen how ruthless this kid was on the day of the Winster test. Looking at those innocent faces that he had seen for five years, he couldn't bear it after all.

"Winster, although they are older than you, they haven't learned much skills. Can you...fight with the scabbard?"

The black-eyed young man nodded casually. He had to control the strength when holding the sword, which was quite annoying.

Classmate: "..." Why did the teacher suddenly insult us???

The young men, filled with indignation, rushed forward with swords drawn—and were beaten into pig heads one by one.

The result of losing is not scary. What scares the whole class is that this kid... no, this big guy is too oppressive when he fights, which makes them doubt that if Winster didn't hold the scabbard, they would have to rely on the teacher to rescue them in time to survive...

Winster finally survived the boring day. He didn't have a very pleasant dinner because Eugene kept reporting to his brother which people had defeated them and he might challenge his brother tomorrow.

After dinner, Winster naturally followed Elphis to his dormitory.

The silver-haired young man was brewing dried fruit tea on a small stove, chatting with his brother, "Did you have a good day today?"

Winster pursed his lips and answered honestly: "It went well, but a little boring."

Elphis couldn't help laughing when he saw how listless he looked. It seemed that his child was a little tired of studying.

"If you have already learned some things in advance, such as ancient Chinese, you don't have to go to the classroom and just pass the monthly exam."

Winster became visibly happier when he heard that, which showed that he really didn't like being bound.

Elphis took out a bag of thinly sliced honey meat jerky and said, "You didn't eat much for dinner just now. Won't you be hungry in the middle of the night? Have some snacks."

Winster, who was not full because of Eugene's noise, looked at the food handed to him on the table and curled his eyebrows with pleasure - he paid attention to such small things, and he was indeed the person his brother cared about the most.

The joyful expression suddenly paused, and the scattered starlight in the black eyes disappeared, becoming deep and unpredictable...

Samuel put away his silly expression.

“He” looked at the food whose taste he only knew from Winster’s memory, blinked slowly, picked up a piece of meat with two fingers and put it into his mouth… Hmm, it was a little hard, and a little soft, with a meaty aroma mixed with a bit of salty and sweet taste. It was indeed the taste he knew from his memory, but it was a little different…

Beside him, Elphis had already prepared fruit tea. He poured two cups and placed one in front of Winster. "It's a bit dry to eat only meat jerky. Drink some water."

Samuel lowered his eyes and glanced at the light red fruit tea with hot mist, then raised his chin slightly and began to instruct the human kid who had ordered him to do the work. The voice that Elphis was used to hearing was inexplicably a little more low and gorgeous -

"I want to drink."

"……?"