After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

When Ciel showed the finished magic circle to her teacher enthusiastically, Weimoss was silent for a long time, and finally slipped to the Star Realm to relax after leaving a sentence of "You are happy".

Of course, judging from Charles's current perspective, the one who created the magic circle at that time was still a little shallow.

At least for his own legend, this magic circle can hardly survive for three seconds, let alone resist for half an hour.

"It's an unspoken rule in the industry that the buyer's show and the seller's show don't match." Charles comforted himself in his heart: "Anyway, if something happens, I can't give a bad review."

He added an eight-ring spell "Self-disciplined Cognitive Distortion" and a seven-ring spell "Double Illusion" to himself, and walked into the academy swaggeringly.

According to the feedback of spiritual power, today is the day when the Higher Extraordinary Academy will conduct the entrance examination.

Chapter 4 Everyone likes nesting dolls, right?

As soon as Charles stepped into the academy, the cold mechanical sound rang in his ears.

[Detected that the host has arrived at the mission location, and released the remaining information of the novice mission]

[Conditions for novice task completion: rank first in the overall score in the entrance examination of the Extraordinary Academy]

[Cheating is prohibited in this system, including but not limited to all unfair acts such as buying and bribing examiners, tampering with scores, and cheating for personal gain]

[Friendly reminder: Esveda Brunstad, the target of this mission, will also participate in this entrance examination. The host is requested to seize the opportunity to contact her and make her shy. The overall evaluation and reward of the mission will be based on the progress of the host's strategy advance and improve]

[Task time limit: 3 days, exceeding the task time limit will be regarded as a mission failure]

[Punishment for mission failure: Wipe...none]

"Why do I feel like you were thinking about something bad just now?"

[The host is worrying too much, it is absolutely impossible]

"I hope you are real." Charles glanced at a corner of the spiritual ocean vaguely in his consciousness, and ignored him.

As for the friendly reminder added by the system [Strike the girl, make her shy], it was naturally ignored by Charles.

There is no way, Charles is self-aware in terms of women's popularity, and it is too difficult for him to conquer the opposite sex.

This is not because of Shire's self-deprecation, but it is confirmed by countless actual cases.

For example, as soon as I arrive at the Black Tower, those young female wizards will unconsciously avoid his gaze and dare not look at him, making Charles wonder if he has subconsciously imposed the "dragon" on himself. Majesty" and other deterrent spells.

Another example is that every time Charles went to the Holy See of Chenxi to discuss the cooperation between the Black Tower and the Holy See, the other party would delay for two or three hours before meeting him, and when he asked, it meant that he was still choosing clothes.

At any rate, they were born and died together in the same team of adventurers back then. Even if they want to put on airs as the Holy Maiden of Dawn, is it necessary to find such a clumsy excuse for changing clothes?

Who needs to change clothes for two or three hours.

To this day, Charles is a bit bitter about it.

Such cases are repeated in Charles' life.

So much so that Shire got more and more angry at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, and unbelievedly sent a magical voice transmission to the Holy Maiden of Dawn: "As the opposite sex, is there any possibility for you to have love for me? Even if only The probability of one in a thousand is also good."

Ten seconds later, Charles received a voice reply: "Man... how could someone fall in love with you! Stupid stupid stupid!"

Since then, Charles has completely recognized the reality and stopped struggling.

He is not entangled in this matter, the so-called no one is perfect, no gold is pure, everyone has his own unique brilliance, so in contrast, he should naturally have his own unique disadvantages and shortcomings.

I have high IQ and EQ, and my talent in the arcane field is unmatched. If I am perfect in other aspects, it would be too unfair to others, and it is understandable that I am slightly less popular with women. of.

Ciel is just a little regretful. After all, human beings have limits. Since Ciel became a legendary mage, he has only created and improved hundreds of new spells, which are insignificant compared to the accumulation of thousands of years in the Great Library of the Black Tower. It's just a drop in the ocean.

However, if one can inherit one's arcane talents genetically—

Then sons beget grandchildren, grandchildren beget sons, descendants and grandchildren are endless, and one day all the original spells in the entire library can be prefixed with his Shire.

Imagine a little bit, when the wizards are fighting thousands of years later, one of them shouted "Charre Fireball Change", the other responded with "Charre Wind Blade II", and at the same time, the two launched "Charre Spell". Shield" for defense.

Just thinking about it makes me feel good.

It's a pity that this grand millennium plan collapsed before it even started.

"Fortunately, the only requirement for completing the task is to obtain No.1 in the assessment. Otherwise, if the completion condition is to achieve a certain amount of favorability, I'm really at a loss what to do."

"Also, the prohibition of cheating should also include the options of force coercion and back door..." Charles murmured to himself, it seems that the system is not going to give him the opportunity to opportunistically.

He followed the flow of people in the Extraordinary Academy, and soon came to a large auditorium.

This is the venue for the branch assessment.

There are personnel responsible for verifying identities outside the venue, and the fluctuation of the extraordinary aura is a bit better than that of the security guards at the gate, but under the effect of "self-disciplined cognitive distortion", they only regard Charles as an ordinary examinee.

Charles mixed with the group of examinees who entered the venue, and found a seat at random.

If he came as the chief and deputy tower master of the black tower, he would of course be welcomed unanimously by the inside and outside of the academy. Maybe there would be a big red banner at the entrance of the college that read "Warmly welcome Master Shaerta to visit" and then there would be two rows of outstanding students. Student representatives lined up for welcome.

However, considering that what he was going to do could not be explained, Charles gave up this idea.

……

"Brother, are you also a freshman in this class? Are you from the aristocracy or the common people?"

As soon as Charles was seated, a familiar student approached him.

"Theoretically speaking, I should barely be considered a nobleman." Charles straightened his clothes that were crowded by the crowd. His native family was also a minor nobleman in the imperial capital when he crossed.

Although he is the lowest lord, there are many troubles that should belong to the noble family.

His biological mother died prematurely, and his later stepmother didn't like him, and even his own biological father ignored him, and the two children brought by his stepmother even stumbling him in order to compete for the family property.

It's like mixing elements of "Snow White", "Cinderella", "Hamlet" and "King Lear".

After crossing over, Charles calmly analyzed it, thinking that it would be fine if he was fighting for the throne, but this group of people killed a lord for the ruin of his family, it might be purely because of his poor brain...

So in order not to let himself become a member with a brain hole, and then be defeated by them with rich experience, Charles directly went to bed without looking back.

"Ham, whoever can become a superhuman is not an aristocrat, I think your clothes should also be a member of the common people."

The familiar student looked at Charles, and under the effect of the "double phantom", he only regarded Charles as a passerby in ordinary clothes, and waved his hand: "The aristocratic faction in this academy refers to the Earl's the heirs of those great men."

"Oh." While dealing with the opponent, Charles deduced a new forbidden spell model in the spiritual ocean.

"In the past, the competition between the aristocratic faction and the commoner faction was extremely fierce, but this year is different. A big man has come to the aristocratic faction."

"Oh."

"Duke Brunstad, you know, that is one of the pillars of the empire, a quasi-legendary who is only one step away from the rank of legend. In a word, the whole empire will tremble three times."

"Ah."

"And his only daughter——Esveda Brunstad will take part in this year's Extraordinary Academy assessment." The person looked forward with longing: "If you can get the favor of the other party and join the Brunstad family, That’s a real step up to the sky.”

"Because of this reason, many aristocrats who were planning to join the army or enter the Black Tower for further study chose to enroll in the Extraordinary Academy. Among them, there are many overage students, even those in their 40s and [-]s."

"Well, no wonder you look so anxious." Charles responded casually: "By the way, does Duke Brunstad have a daughter?"

Although he left the imperial capital ten years ago and hasn't been back much since then, Shire has become a spiritual ocean after becoming a legendary mage, and he can self-examine his past memories at any time if necessary.

He had indeed heard of the name of the Duke of Brunstad, but Charles had never heard that he had a daughter.

The freshman lowered his voice: "According to the gossip from the Shadow Council, Esveda seems to be the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Brunstad, who was born through an extramarital affair. She was brought back home not long ago."

"The world of the nobles is really complicated."

"One thing to say, indeed."

"Look, Her Highness Esveda and Duke Brunstadt have arrived!"

While speaking, the man ignored Charles, and stared at the noisy entrance of the auditorium with fanatical eyes.

Charles followed his gaze, and only saw the old man with gray temples walking behind a beautiful girl with red hair and red eyes, and walked into a box on the top floor under the escort of the guards.

"Bloodlines?"

Chapter 5 Is this stable?

In the luxuriously decorated VIP room.

Esveda stood on the high platform of the VIP room, overlooking the noisy crowd below through the glass window.

The soft glow of the magic chandelier illuminated the girl's ice-like delicate face, reflecting infinite brilliance in the beautiful red eyes.

The Duke of Brunstad stood a few steps behind her, with a slightly tangled expression on his face.

"Your Highness, I think it's more appropriate for you to return to the Millennium City as soon as possible." The Duke finally spoke in an old voice: "Although the blood clan is now friendly with the Alan Empire and the relationship with the Holy See of Dawn is relatively relaxed, but after all, you are Now the only True Ancestor of the Blood Race, in case of any accident..."

Compared with the so-called father and daughter in the outside world, the relationship between the two in the VIP room at this moment is more like that of a noble lady and her long-winded old butler.

This is undoubtedly unreasonable, even if the Duke of Brunstadt's status in the empire is ignored, even among his own clan, as a quasi-legendary, he is also a real prince of the blood clan, with a respected status, ordinary juniors of the blood clan Facing him is all respectful.

However, Esveda was the only exception.

The True Ancestor, born once in a thousand years, has been the destined royal family among the Blood Race since the day of his birth. Every True Ancestor in the past has led the Blood Race into a new era.

Even though she is immature as a true ancestor, Esveda's status among the blood clan is not comparable to that of a prince.

"Needless to say, Uncle Carter." Esveda's cold voice echoed in the VIP room, reminding the listeners of the wind chimes at midnight: "I have been waiting for 13 years, and I don't want to wait any longer."

13 years... Carter Brunstad sighed in his heart.

Unlike other true ancestors of the blood clan who grew up safely under the strict care of the whole clan, Esveda almost died in a civil strife in the blood clan 13 years ago.

At that time, a faction within the blood clan launched a rebellion and raided the Millennium City, the ancestral home of the blood clan, in an attempt to kill the newborn Esveda.

Not all blood clans were willing to submit to the true ancestor. Under the leadership of a prince, the rebel side gained the upper hand, and Esveda was secretly sent out of the Millennium City by the blood clans loyal to her at the cost of their lives.

It was a hunt and escape, and it was a gamble against time. The faction that supported the True Ancestor eventually accounted for the majority of the Blood Race, but if the rebels could kill Esveda before the other princes came back to help, then even No matter how angry the other princes were, they could only grit their teeth and accept this fact.

The end result of the gamble speaks for itself.

But that rebellion left an indelible mark in the heart of the supposedly pure and innocent True Ancestor Princess.

"He said...he came from the Alan Empire."

Esveda's beautiful red eyes stared at the dusk sky outside the window, with a look of reminiscence: "At the beginning, he was still a little wizard who had just completed his arcane enlightenment, and he didn't know what happened now."

"According to his age at that time, he should be studying in the Higher Extraordinary Academy now, and I don't know if he can meet him in the imperial capital this time."

"If you can't find it here, maybe you have to go to the Arcane City to have a look."

"Your Royal Highness, you are the true ancestor we have been waiting for for many years. You are the chosen king who is supposed to lead the blood race to prosperity. How can you be entangled in the love of these children." Duke Brunstad felt a little heartbroken.

"The person you mentioned had just completed the enlightenment of arcane arts at that time, and it was difficult for him to walk on the mainland with such strength. It's just a step."

"Even if he is kind to our blood race, how can he be worthy of you! Even if one day you really need to find a spouse, you should be looking for a genius like His Majesty Shire."

"Uncle Carter, you don't understand that feeling. It has nothing to do with strength and status." Esveda stood up, her long dress swaying slightly.

"It's like when you met a girl riding a red horse on the wasteland when you didn't even have shoes, she said that if you were brave enough, I would take you to the battlefield, so you really ran to the battlefield with her back. Many years later, you will be awesome, and you will be surrounded by girls with a lot of background. Among them, there is a princess and the queen of the Yao Kingdom riding a dragon. Each of them is more popular than the girl on the red horse, but deep in your heart, you are still in love with me. It’s still the figure riding the red horse in that wasteland, because when you met her, you were a kid with no shoes on, and she was the only one who reached out to you.”

"Princess? Empress of the Demon Kingdom? A girl riding a red horse?" The Duke of Brunstad was a little stunned: "But Your Highness, aren't you a woman yourself?

"This is a line from a novel sold at the Black Tower Bookstore. It's too boring to be with a bunch of coffins in the Millennium City, so I can only use this to pass the time." Esveda took it out from the storage ring A book came with a roaring dragon drawn on the cover, and a bunch of pink bookmarks were stuffed in the pages: "Uncle Carter, you are OUT."

"By the way, OUT is also a meme in this novel, which means outdated."

"However, the author whose pseudonym Poppy Flower hasn't released a new book for a long time, if there is a chance, I really want to remind him to update him."

"OUT? Stem? Poppies?" Looking at Esveda, whose cheerful tone was completely different from her usual cold appearance, Duke Brunstad began to doubt life.Have you really been abandoned by the times?

……

"Do you know the author named Poppy? He hasn't published a new book for a long time. I really want to send him a wave of blades." In the hall, the person next to Charles complained.

"Oh." Charles nodded expressionlessly, and naturally he would not tell the other party that this poppy was himself.

When he was just promoted to a mid-level mage, there was a serious shortage of resources, and his own teacher was exactly the type who didn't care about discipline.

So Shire copied several best-selling books from his previous life in the Black Tower Bookstore, and only then did he finally earn the first bucket of start-up funds for Faye's money-burning life.

I heard that even today, those books are still quite popular in the Black Tower Bookstore, but I didn't expect to meet book fans here.

He withdrew his gaze from the VIP room and didn't pay much attention to it.

Times have changed.

The millennium-long jihad between the Blood Race and the Holy See of Dawn, just like the mighty witch hunt 3000 years ago, has long been buried in the dustbin of history.

Today's Western Continent emphasizes the peaceful development of humans and sub-races, mutual benefit, and seeking common ground while reserving differences.

With the development of alchemy technology and the maturity of artificial plasma technology, it is not uncommon to encounter blood clans who conceal their identities in human society in this era.

Even at the beginning of the crossing, Charles had personally seen several blood priests in the Holy See of Dawn, which shocked him at the time.