Heroes of Silver Moon

"Ah~, how boring!" Clifford, who was seated in the alchemy department, yawned boredly when he saw electric sparks filling the mist on the field.

In the final assessment of the first school year, he thought that Simon would have to survive a narrow escape and go through hardships before he could kill Greer, a melee student who mainly fights.

But I didn't expect Greller to be so stupid as to let Simon complete this lightning spell with such a long casting time.

According to Clifford's previous experience, the electric arcs flooding the arena could definitely shock Grielle half to death, and the shields that Grielle put on couldn't stop it at all.

In other words, according to the current situation, Greller has already lost.

"We admit defeat." Sure enough, as Clifford expected, when Simon's lightning spell was about to be released, Sten, the mentor of the melee department, frowned and gave up for the students on the field.

"The winner has been decided, and the alchemy department Simon wins." Although he was very speechless about this anticlimactic battle, Dalton, the water instructor who served as the referee, still dutifully announced the outcome.

Waving the staff engraved with blue magic patterns in his hand, Dalton unleashed a gust of wind, directly blowing away the mist flickering with electric arcs on the field.

Simon's spell was about to be released. Dalton was afraid that Simon would not be able to control his spell, so he directly intervened forcibly after the winner was announced.

Seeing the mist flickering with electric arcs dissipate on the field, Grele walked out of the field dejectedly.

His performance this time was so stupid that he himself felt bouts of embarrassment when he thought about it now.

"If you lose, you lose. There's no need to be dejected. Next time you win, just win back." Walking to Grele, Sten, the mentor of the melee department, comforted him.

Greller's previous performances were quite good, but this time it was mainly due to ignorance.

If Greller had more experience, he would have immediately realized that the spell that Simon had just released on the field had to be interrupted immediately.

"The assessment of the first school year is now officially over, and the first one is Simon from the Alchemy Department." Dalton walked to the field and announced with a strange look at Simon.

"Papa papa", no matter whether they were willing or unwilling off the field, after hearing Dalton's announcement, they all mustered their own applause.

"Hehe", facing the applause from the teachers and students of various departments outside the venue, Simon accepted it with a smirk.

"This is the prize for the first place this year, the second-level super-level spell, the magic strong bow." After the applause outside the venue subsided, Dalton calmly handed a scroll to Simon's hand.

"Eh?", Simon was stunned when he saw the scroll, and then asked a little confused: "Isn't the dean, Master Gansel, going to teach me this spell in person?"

Dalton glanced at Simon indifferently again, and then replied blankly: "Master Gansel, the dean, is very busy. This is a scroll produced by the Mage Guild, which allows you to learn the magic strongbow spell."

"Tsk, that's such a pity," Simon understood somewhat, took the test paper handed over by Dalton, and then pretended to regret.

"I also want to see what kind of wonderful expression that old **** will show after knowing that I am the number one this year!", Simon thought in his heart with relish.

In the Mage Tower in the center of the Magic Academy, Gansel, who looked like a master, looked at Simon, who was smiling more and more presumptuously in the mirror, and his face darkened.

Unexpectedly, this kid won the first place, but now this kid has an excuse to use that spell again.

However, this kid is going back to his hometown after the holiday! Maybe on the way, I can "ask out" the secrets of this kid. Thinking of this, Gansel's face softened again.

"Boy, I'll be ready for the spell of insanity soon." Gansel thought silently after glancing at the casting materials secretly collected and then at Simon who was proud of himself.

The incantation is a kind of necromancy, which is banned by the orthodox churches on the surface.

This time, in order to find out the secrets of Simon, Ganseer quietly collected several materials for casting the spell of Dementia in various black markets.

Looking back at the arena, after Simon took the spell scroll, Dalton followed up and said: "Master Clifford also knows how to use the spell scroll, so I won't explain it to you here.

But I still have to tell you that the magic bow belongs to the second-level spell, and the difficulty factor is very high. It is best to wait until you are promoted to an intermediate mage before learning it."

"Understood, understood", Simon responded with a hippie smile at first, and then complained in his heart: "Hey, I have long been an intermediate mage."

The news that Simon has been promoted to an intermediate mage is only known to Clifford, Ganssel, and some members of the church.

Apart from Clifford, the tutors of the current departments~www.readwn.com~ are only high-level mages.

In the absence of fighting each other, these mentors simply did not see that Simon had already advanced.

Holding the spell scroll in his hand, Simon jumped up and down happily to the seat of the alchemy department.

"Uh, has the mentor left?" Simon's eyelids twitched as he saw the empty seats and Clifford was nowhere to be seen.

Ah bah, thank you for being my mentor? I slipped so fast that I couldn't even find someone to share (show off) my joy.

"Hey", Simon shook his head, and then turned around to find someone else to ask for help.

"Huh", the cold wind swept through the dead leaves, and in the training ground of Nuoda University, all the teachers and students of various departments who had gathered here had disappeared at this moment.

"Lying, grass", looking at the empty training field, Simon's face was full of pain, it was only a few minutes, and this group of people ran away.

"The wind in January is very bleak, it blows out the enthusiasm and hurts my heart." Facing the empty training ground, Simon sang desolately.

After venting his nervousness, Simon also returned to the college's alchemy workshop. In Clifford's study, Simon caught Clifford who had slipped away before.

"Mentor, how do you use this spell scroll!" After venting his nervousness in the training ground, Simon also recovered his dignity.

He is just a little neurotic, not really neurotic!

"Hmm~", staring at the spell scroll in Simon's hand, Clifford felt a little headache. Simon's magic spells are too weak, how can he explain this!

The whole day passed in a flash, and under Clifford's heartbroken explanation, Simon finally understood how to use the spell scroll.