I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 131 Departure
"Okay."

Anlos nodded and smiled, and walked out of the elevator with Senior Frankenstein.

Through the dim wall lamp obscured by vines, Anlos saw Frankenstein cutting the cards skillfully with his bony hands.

The fingers are so nimble that the shadows they cast seem to dance on the wall.

Completely opposite to this senior's gloomy appearance.

"Okay. You can take one from it."

Frankenstein touched the cards, and the Tarot cards spread out in a fan shape in his hands and rushed towards Anlos.

"The one facing you is the upright position, and the one facing you is the reverse position. This is a very simplified divination, but I am very spiritual and usually there will be no problems."

As he said this, the senior became a little embarrassed again.

It seems that I am very unsure of myself and am always in a state of nervousness and fear.

"Ah."

Anlos complied and randomly selected a card with the middle facing him.

As they walked, they divined. Just when Anlos was about to grab the card, Senior Frankenstein suddenly shouted "Ah" and threw himself forward.

He tripped over the tangled vines on the ground and fell heavily to the ground.

The Tarot cards fell out of my hands, flying all over the sky.

Anlos subconsciously grabbed the one closest to him, turned it over and looked at it——

It is the [Wheel of Fortune] in its upright position.

fate.

Anlos' eyes narrowed and he looked at Senior Frankenstein who was struggling in the vines with a little more scrutiny.

There is still some real ability.

This tarot card is no ordinary card either.

It was cold in his hands, and the moment he grabbed it, Anlos felt a subtle energy fluctuation.

It seems to be a divination that has been carried out for a long time, with a hint of spirituality attached to it.

It can be regarded as an enchanted alchemy tool.

"What's going on? How could this happen?"

Frankenstein got up in confusion, his eyes full of panic and confusion.

Anlos bent down and wanted to help him pick up the tarot cards scattered on the floor, but was stopped by a shout:

"Do not move!"

Frankenstein knelt on the vines, his messy hair covering his face more like seaweed.

Through the gap in his hair, those dark red eyes reflecting the dancing lights were staring intently at the tarot cards lying on the ground.

At the same time, he murmured:

"[Hermit], [Chariot]. The upright [Star] that represents "hope", and the [Tower] that represents destruction."

"How could there be so many confusing images at the same time? This has never happened!"

Suddenly, Frankenstein suddenly raised his head and stared at the tarot cards in Anlos:
"The right position [Wheel of Fortune] represents change and reincarnation. Ah, I seem to understand it a little bit. No, I am far from understanding it."

He kept mumbling to himself and looked at Anlos in amazement, as if he was looking at a new species.

"Who are you exactly?"

Finally, Frankenstein couldn't help but say, with a bit of trembling in his voice.

"I'm just a weak, pitiful and helpless little wizard."

Anros raised his eyes and smiled.

He stretched out his white fingers and handed the tarot cards back to the senior.

"No, I'll give that one to you."

Anlos was surprised: "This is too valuable. This deck of tarot cards should be enchanted alchemy tools, right?"

"You grabbed it, I can feel it, it's yours already."

Frankenstein lowered his head and spoke word by word.

Without waiting for Anlos to respond, Frankenstein bent down, quickly picked up the tarot cards on the ground, and took a few steps against the wall.

Then, there was a sudden pause.

He tilted his head slightly in the direction of Anros and whispered:
"Aren't you coming over?"

It seemed that after a "failed" divination, he regarded Anros as a companion.

What a strange senior.

Not like a bad guy, though.

"Coming~"

Anlos chuckled, put away the cold and smooth tarot cards, and lifted his heels.

"Tuk-tuk."

Anlos knocked on the heavy wooden door marked "Principal's Office", then opened the door and walked in.

No matter how many times you come here, you will always be shocked by the majestic and counterintuitive scene, as if you are in another space isolated from the world.

Under the vine-draped glass dome, stars twinkled and books floated.

Principal Gabriel Hamlet seemed to have known that they were coming, and did not show the slightest surprise.

He just sighed slightly, closed the book in his hand, and walked down the tall and strong mutton-leg chair through the void.

"I think everyone is here."

Gabriel said slowly, leaning on the armrest, his tone revealing a kind of weariness.

Before Anlos and Frankenstein, there was another person who arrived earlier than them.

The tall girl with waist-length black hair, wearing a thick black fur coat, turned her head and stared at Anlos silently with her magnificent purple eyes like gems.

"[Lovers] card"

Frankenstein muttered, looking at Inachal and then at Anlos, seeming to understand something.

"Anlos, Frankenstein, and Inachal. There are so many talents this year. There are actually three students who are going to take part in the trial to be promoted to official wizards."

"The old guys in the Wizard Tower who were shouting that there is no one there are really happy this time."

Principal Gabriel looked down at them, Anros' figure reflected in his gray eyes. "However, I still have to fulfill my duty as a principal to dissuade these reckless students."

"Anlos, I know what you are thinking." Gabriel said slowly, "However, it is too dangerous for you this time. Hope is like the stars above the empire, there are only a few."

"Since the beginning of the world, reality and nightmare have always maintained a delicate balance of being inseparable, dependent on each other but separate from each other."

"This time the empire is invaded by nightmares again. Just as I will always protect Nymeria Academy, other official wizards are also ready to take action and fulfill their duties ="

"You are not qualified yet, Anros. Even the final journey is an insurmountable threshold for you now."

"Not to mention the severe cold and storms that can kill people in their sleep, there are also strange threats and even plots from fellow travelers."

"Little wizards from colleges all over the world will travel countless kilometers on this day and gather in the ice and snow where there is no law or morality. They are not as friendly as those from our college."

After Gabriel finished speaking, he looked at Anros.

However, in Anlos' ice-blue eyes, he only saw unwavering determination and eager madness.

Anros was looking forward to it, he was looking forward to the crisis of life and death, and he was looking forward to the pleasure of tearing a powerful enemy into pieces.

As they looked at each other, Gabriel actually felt like he was being stared at by a wild beast, which made his body tense up unconsciously.

Haha, okay, what an amazing kid.

Gabriel understood what Anlos meant, no longer tried to dissuade him, and just waved his hand.

On the glass dome, vines hang down rustlingly, twisting and intertwining, gradually forming a circle.

Above the head, the stars slowly rotated, casting a bright light.

Principal Gabriel's eyes flickered, and the space in the circle began to fluctuate. Waves of cold wind poured out of it, adding a touch of desolation to the quiet principal's room in the blink of an eye.

Through the thick coat, Anlos also had goosebumps all over his body.

In my ears, Principal Gabriel's low and melodious voice came:

"He who has made up his mind, step through the door."

After the words fell, like a mirror, a vast white snowfield appeared in the vine circle.

Frankenstein clenched his fists, his heart beating instinctively.

He stared at the familiar snowy scene in the ring, his dark red eyes filled with fear.

This is not the first time he has participated in the promotion trial.

He had participated twice, but failed both times, leaving a considerable psychological shadow.

Frankenstein remembered the divination result given to him - [Emperor] reversed.

It represents cowardice and being dominated.

"Tsk!"

He reluctantly gritted his teeth and glanced at Anlos and Inashal. Determined to set an example as a senior, he stiffly raised his feet and stepped into the ring first.

The mirror surface fluctuated, and Frankenstein's figure disappeared into it.

Then came Anlos.

Anlos walked towards the ring, turned to look at Principal Gabriel, and said jokingly:
"You're not going to tell me that the Red Rose Empire is gone as soon as I come back, right?"

"Haha," Principal Gabriel chuckled and winked at Anros, "It's possible, the new star of the empire~"

"Hopefully it's just a joke."

Anlos raised the corners of his mouth.

Turn around and step into the mirror.

Inashal followed suit and followed closely behind.

In front of my eyes, the scene suddenly changed, as chaotic as a snowflake screen with poor signal.

The sound of the blizzard suddenly increased in volume, roaring like an explosion in my ears.

The temperature dropped rapidly, and the coldness penetrated the collar and sleeves, crawling on the skin, causing bursts of stinging pain.

Excitement and anticipation burst through his throat, making Anlos couldn't help but grin.

Hearty laughter echoed in the unstable space tunnel.

The wind and snow blew in the face, and the dazzling white light enveloped Anros.

thump.

Anlos fell to the ground and threw himself into the snow.

When he was hurriedly helped up by Senior Frankenstein and Inachal, he raised his eyes and met a circle of scrutinizing and indifferent eyes.

——They are wizard apprentices from other colleges.

Among them, the skin color is dark or light, and the hair color and appearance are different.

The only thing that was the same was the confusion and contempt in his eyes when he saw Anros fall.

How could such a weak person come to participate in the promotion trial?
"How are you.?"

Senior Frankenstein asked worriedly, glaring darkly at the others - though it had little effect.

Inachal kept supporting Anros tightly, fearing that if his hand was loosened, the frail Anros would be blown away by the wind.

"It's okay, no need to help me. Because..."

Anlos suddenly opened his coat, with a hearty and bright smile on his face:

"Because I have this!"

Inside the coat, he saw a pure white cane.

"."

As a result, Frankenstein and Inachal became even more worried.

Although it will be a long journey, is it really okay for Anlos, who needs a cane to walk?
I remember that a few days ago, he fell into a coma and entered the infirmary again.

"Ah."

There were also slight sneers among the students.

They just saw it.

This white-haired boy didn't even carry a sword except for a solitary cane.

Unless he is some kind of genius who shocks the world, he is looking for death when he comes here.

(End of this chapter)