Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Saturday is a holiday-this common sense does not apply to the students of the National Academy of Magic.

Unlike the children of ordinary people who are busy with farm work or working to subsidize their homes, they can only go to public schools that are open on weekends to learn arithmetic and simple reading and writing. But the courses for noble children are also very full. Only Sunday can relax. The rest are learning days. The courses include advanced magic, social dance, etiquette norms, poetry writing, flying beast riding and so on.

"As we can see, the flame is established by burning the "fuel element" in the air, not a separate phenomenon. If we put the flame in a vacuum, it will soon be extinguished due to the interruption of the "fuel element"... …"

Baron Rice’s mouth on the rostrum kept moving, and the students under the rostrum were rushing to read books-don’t mistakenly think that these students who are under the agitation spring are taking notes, they are using their own way After class time.

(Boss, reserve 3 seats later.)

(Roland sauce, help the Phoenix sister of the music department today to promise me a date and give someone a box. Note: the best one with a bed.)

(Then...that, can I supply a little more sticky, slippery white...yogurt?)

The last one must be yogurt! If there is any misinterpretation, it will be bombarded into **** by the chariot or split into hundreds of pieces by the giant sword! Even more terrifying is that the crotch will be hit hard! Finally, facing the setting sun, shoulder-to-shoulder with a group of old men, weeping and singing

A cold sweat was shocked by the ambiguous tone of the last piece folded into a heart-shaped small note, Roland could almost foresee how terrible he would be when some dangerous elements saw this note Shura field.

Although the other notes had less serious consequences, they were all hormonal smells of estrus at first glance. Even requests such as "with a bed" have been made. Do these monkeys in estrus still need to get some small blue pills, low-temperature candles, leather whips, Trojan horses and other props? Are these guys really kids?

(Who made the school too entertaining, folk sample adult.)

The newly delivered note seemed to understand his sigh, and the payment was a round face with a smirk.

"Berner..."

Turning his face sideways, Roland smiled bitterly.

As the second son of the Earl's concubine. Bernard Aldevich was born with no connection to the succession of the title, and he could not afford any pride to the indifferent home. There was even a trace of disgust that could not be concealed. When I first met Roland, "I am The child raised by the concubine, at the order of his father, was in contact with the future president of Ve, and he hopes to take care of it." Roland knew roughly what the true relationship between Bernard and Aldevich’s Earl’s House was.

He had absolutely no interest in making power for the stranger's home. Performing tasks with a perfunctory attitude, concentrating energy in the classroom and library, using rebelliousness as the driving force, determined to rely on their talents and efforts to surpass the fetters of home-this is Bernard Aldevich.

Precisely because of this kind of personality that does not bow down to power, after several contacts, Bernard became Roland's first friend in the National Academy of Magic. The two teenagers also have similar family troubles. It's easy to get involved, and what's more important is that they hate the trend of high society becoming more and more prosperous, and prefer quiet study life.

At this moment, the model student Bernard said the topic of "lack of entertainment". It is conceivable that the degree of lack of entertainment in colleges that cultivate part-time "aristocratic demeanor" is lacking.

Any folk entertainment and here are insulated. Even if it is a bridge class, students must sit in full danger. Shuffling, licensing, drinking tea, and eating snacks must be done in a prescribed posture without making any noise. After winning, you must not laugh too loudly. You must declare your victory in an elegant manner. The loser must not lose his manners and be convincing again to invite another game before he can start a new sentence...

This is not playing bridge. This is basically a ceremonial examination in disguise. It is entirely possible to imagine how much so-called "fun" you can get from this mode of bridge.

Therefore, facilities like maid cafe and deacon tea restaurant with a little hazy temptation will become popular. Let’s not mention to what extent such facilities meet the students’ need for entertainment and stimulation. This is after all a store with limited business hours. All you can enjoy every day is the end of the afternoon class to 2 hours after dinner. During the course, they can only pass the time in the traditional way.

(Have you heard? Teacher Rice is in love!)

The gossip topic suddenly caused a little commotion, but Baron Rice still turned his back to the students while teaching the contents of the textbook handouts. Corresponding content and text appear simultaneously on the blackboard.

This is not normal at all. As a great magician, Baron Rice has always been famous for sternness. At the same time as teaching a complex narrative such as a children's story, it will also use the reduced output of lightning strikes or cold water around the freezing point without hesitation. Inject the motivation of diligent study to the sleeping lazy class. Recently, his eyes have been empty and absent-minded for a few days. It is said that the baron’s most beloved flower house was mentally shocked by the lightning strike and it will take some time to recover.

(But it is said that it is not the main reason. I heard that Baron Rice fell in love with a maid in the maid cafe, and the lovesickness I wanted to cause every day and night!)

The raised small print ignited another violent gasp, and Roland felt the armpits and forehead become wet and cold.

(No way?)

(Really? The serious amphibians~www.readwn.com~Will the amphibians be in love?)

(Who is the other party? Jorma? Milina? Or Rheinbel?)

The sweat was more and more, the hands began to shake, and the **** sticking to the chair was even more uneasy.

(I don’t know the full name, but some people saw the baron enter and leave the cafe late at night. When Renault in the next class passed the classroom office, he heard Mr. Rice nagging'Santa Girl ~~~','Jean ~~~~' What.)

An extremely fierce and accurate blow, Roland almost fell down due to a strong shock that penetrated the heart. Before he could recover from it, Bernard made another **** wound.

(It turns out that you still play Jinwu Zangjiao, leaving the prettiest maid late to eat solitary meals by yourself, but it was broken by Tutor Rice. Fortunately, the tutor fell in love with Jiao Niang, congratulations to Master Roland!

What is this... The brain supplement ability of ghost animals, Stasi needs imaginative intelligence analyst, hurry up and apply!

Secretly speaking, Roland recalled the scene at dawn that night. (To be continued...)