Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

After expressing his thanks again, Hafka walked straight into the hall.

But just after taking a few steps forward, a slightly hesitant question came from behind.

"Those scarlet under your shoes, could it be..."

"Mr. Gutt's observations are truly meticulous. It's just as you guessed."

Hafka said this, raised his foot and looked at the blood stain that he accidentally stained on the sole of his shoe, and apologized.

"I'm truly sorry for soiling the association's floor, but anyone who dares to lay hands on my sister will pay with blood."

"That's true."

Gut sighed. The old beggar who wanted to violate the girl Sora deserved the lynching.

However, this kind of magical world where people can wantonly trample on public power by relying on their noble status; or in other words, this noble status symbolizes public power, always makes Gut feel a little uncomfortable.

Gut had no intention of arguing whether such lynching was better or worse than the relatively fair judicial trials in his previous life. He only knew one thing.

I have to become stronger.

Since there is no guarantee of a fair trial in this world, I will rely on my absolute strength to ensure that I can sit on the side of the judge.

Two hours ago.

After leaving his aunt and uncle's family, Hafka stuck his head out of the carriage and stopped the driver who was about to drive to the [Continental Magic Association], asking him to take him to the city defense force camp which was also located on the outskirts of the [Holy City].

In Hafka's arms, there was a case file that his uncle had secretly handed to him.

Since the security incident in the city involved the nobles of the royal capital, a detailed investigation was naturally necessary.

The very night Sora sought refuge with his relatives, the city's defense forces mobilized overnight. Leveraging forensic techniques and extensive memory recovery techniques, they uncovered the details of the incident in a single night, revealing the case file for Sora's uncle, the patriarch of a noble family in the Holy City.

After all, this matter concerns the reputation of the girl in the family, and Sora is his niece.

Therefore, my uncle did not make this matter public, and the relevant investigators were warned one by one. These people were all experienced and knew to keep their mouths shut.

Even his wife didn't know the inside story of this matter. She just thought that Sora had run away from home and had a lot of fun in the Holy City for a few days before coming to him.

The uncle only gave the case file to Hafka, who doted on his sister.

As an older brother, he naturally knew how to deal with this prisoner.

In this way, he not only saved his niece's reputation, but also did his nephew Hafka a big favor.

As one of the best among the new generation of nobles in the [Royal Capital], being able to invest at such a low price is simply worth it.

And on Hafka's side.

After reading the contents of the case file in detail, he was filled with fear.

If his sister fell into danger because of this situation, he, as a brother, would never forgive himself for not being able to stay with his sister.

After thanking the enthusiastic magician many times in his heart, only anger remained in Hafka's eyes.

With a "creak", the door of the secret prison where the old beggar was imprisoned was pushed open.

Then, waves of inhumane howls were heard, and scarlet blood continued to seep out of the prison, flowing everywhere.

after an hour.

"Pah-ta-"

Hafka stepped on a puddle and left, then returned to the carriage and said to the driver.

"Departure, destination [Continental Magic Association]."

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I'm finally done with the exams. I almost failed myself this week. I'll update more steadily from now on. If I stop updating, I'll just go live and watch Koun.

Recommend a friend's new book and read the author's words.

Chapter 107: If there is only the [Scripture], there is no warmth

"A tool to realize ambition."

"Is this your opinion on magic? That's pretty honest."

"You passed."

As the young girl Sora was anxiously waiting, the great magician Celie passed the assessment of her brother, accepted Hafka as her disciple, and also gave him the certification of [First-Level Magician].

"Yeah! That's great!"

The girl jumped down the stairs with joy and threw herself into her brother's arms.

He looked so happy, as if he was the one who passed the test.

After restraining himself and sniffing the familiar scent of his sister a few times, Hafka's originally calm face finally showed a hint of joy.

After a brief embrace, Hafka patted his sister's head twice lovingly, reminding her to get off him first. As a noble, she should maintain ladylike etiquette in public.

"Uh-huh."

Sora nodded and obediently let go of his brother Hafka, but perhaps because of the intimacy they had developed since childhood, his body still leaned unconsciously against his brother's side.

"Tsk-"

On the stage, Celie, who was sitting in a chair, frowned slightly after seeing this scene and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

The girl Sora makes no secret of her attachment to her brother, and anyone who comes can easily see it.

Combined with Gut's introduction to her, Celie, who roughly knew the life stories of the brother and sister, could understand Sora's behavior.

Having lost his parents at an early age, the presence of his brother will undoubtedly provide more emotional support.

Girls tend to express their emotions more directly, so such actions are within a reasonable range.

but.

Some of his brother Hafka's actions were indeed inappropriate.

Unlike his sister's intimate actions that anyone who comes over can see, his brother Hafka's actions are hidden in those actions that comply with rules and etiquette.

Some true thoughts in one's heart will always break through the restraint in one's heart and be revealed inadvertently.

For example, after the embrace, Hafka's hands on Sora's waist gradually tightened inwards uncontrollably;

Or maybe it was the regret that unconsciously flashed in his eyes after he asked his sister to separate.

These things can't deceive people.

It couldn't fool Celia, the "magic old man" who had lived with humans for countless years.

Combined with the "close relatives stories" that often circulated in the aristocratic circle, how could Celie not guess what her new disciple wanted to do.

Ugh.

Bad news came from the disciple circle, and another abnormal disciple was accepted under his command.

Celia looked around the hall.

The chief disciple [Gut] who has bad thoughts about his teacher;

A new disciple [Hafka-Xiun] who has bad thoughts about his blood sister;

The severely socially anxious disciple [Zen Cam] who wanted to find the quietest corner in the temple to hide himself;

Celie just felt tired. What on earth was going on with the magicians of this era?

It seems that the somewhat timid disciple [Liern] and the female disciple [Gumi Ais] who is more gluttonous may be the only two normal magicians among his students.

"Ah~"

After shaking her head involuntarily, Celie asked the new disciple if he had any magic he wanted, in order to fulfill the promise she made when recruiting disciples from the outside world.

"Can we get it so quickly?"

Hafka, whose sister was holding one arm, looked surprised and took a deep breath to calm his turbulent heart.

If you want to fulfill your ambitions, you have to make good use of this precious opportunity.

So, Hafka tentatively proposed an answer that he had thought about countless times in his heart.

"Lady Celia, what I want to ask you for is not a specific magic, but the original draft of a theory."

"A preliminary draft of the theory?" Celia raised her eyebrows in surprise, but when she thought of the method this new disciple had used to deal with the stone statue before, she instantly had the answer in her mind.

"You want a first draft of the Andrerian theory, right?"

"That's right." Hafka nodded affirmatively, his eyes flashing with a desire for the original theory.

However, Celie poured cold water on the new disciples in the audience.

"You must have put in quite a bit of effort to find this theoretical draft in my collection."

"As a reward for becoming my disciple, I can promise to teach you."

"But speaking responsibly, I suggest you choose a specific magic spell as a reward."

"[Andrel Theory] is the creation of magic based on the principle of irreversibility."

"The theoretical ceiling is indeed very high, but countless magicians in the past have repeatedly demonstrated that this school of thought has some merit only in the creation of [Boundary Magic]. However, its magical creation in other areas is too limited, completely achieving half the result with twice the effort."

"In addition, I am one of the magicians who participated in the discussion."

"So, you're still going to choose this difficult and detour as a reward for becoming my disciple?"

Celia stepped down from her chair and looked down at Hafka in the audience with interest, waiting for his answer.

"I have reasons to choose it, Lady Celia."

"."

"I see." Perhaps remembering something, Celie looked at the young man in the audience and nodded.

"I've transferred the collection, including the first draft of the Andrerian theory, to the library at the Oissast branch. I'll give it to you when I get back."

"No problem, Lady Celia."

At dusk, as the bells of the [Holy Temple] next door rang, it meant that the second day of the [Continental Magic Association] assessment had officially come to an end.

The monk team that gathered on one side of the examination square to provide medical treatment to the injured magicians breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, holding their sore waists, and sighed that finally there would be no new wounded being sent over.

After a day of intense training, supplemented by the excellent instruction provided by Lord Haita himself, the monks of the [Sanctuary] all experienced a significant improvement in their ability to heal injuries caused by blunt instruments.