Transcendent Dawn

Daran School, resident.

Outside the manor, there is a wall made up of countless tree stumps and rocks, and vines with blood-sucking and thrusting effects climb on it to form a stable defense.

"I... Silvereye Dom, finally came back."

Shaved a big bald head and silver eyes with weird tattoos came to the entrance of the manor, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"who is it?"

At the gate of the manor, a trumpet flower was in full bloom, and an old voice came from it.

"Teacher, it's me! I'm back." Yinyan's voice was low.

Boom!

The next moment, the door burst open, and an old wizard in a green robe greeted him. He rubbed his eyes when he saw the silver eyes whose appearance had changed dramatically: "You... are you... silver eyes?"

He couldn't imagine that the former student who was particular about appearance would take the initiative to shave off his hair and beard and turn it into a big goose egg.

"Yes, teacher! I'm sorry I failed your expectations before..."

Silvereye lowered his head humbly.

"No... no need to apologize, now think about it, I was too harsh on you."

The green-robed old wizard wiped his eyes, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be sparkling: "Just come back! Even an intermediate wizard is enough to take over as the leader of the Daran School."

At the beginning, he felt that Silver Eye was a genius, and he was very demanding on Silver Eye. He hoped that the other party could break through the bottleneck of high-level wizards and revitalize the Daran school.

Later, because of being too aggressive, some dangerous reforming rituals were used, which caused problems with Silver Eye and it was difficult for him to be promoted to senior level. Only then did he travel far to find a solution.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.

The green-robed old wizard is over a hundred years old, approaching the limit of his life.

"No... teacher!"

The tattoos on the silver eyes are lit up one by one, forming a symbol of mysterious arrogance.

Under this series of increases, the coercion on his body continued to rise, and two silver ring phantoms appeared in his eyes that seemed to be composed of countless mysterious symbols: "Senior wizard...I am already."

"Really... a senior wizard!"

The green-robed old wizard was extremely surprised, and immediately turned into ecstasy: "Very good...you are good! My Daran school, I will definitely be happy!"

High-level wizards are of the same rank as the Silver Knights, and even stronger professions.

Today, when the Golden Knights and Witch Kings are almost extinct, they are the powerhouses standing on the top of the mysterious side!

"Renaissance? No! This is far from enough! I want to integrate all schools and let the wizarding world surrender to my feet!"

Silvereye laughed: "But... our Daran school is about to change its name, teacher... please allow me to introduce you to a brand new school, a desirable force... it's called the arrogant school!"

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Regarding the opportunities and choices of the four students, Thulhu actually does not care.

As long as the knowledge and ideas of the arrogant school and the potions are spread out, it will be fine.

As for the results?

It may take decades or even hundreds of years of slow brewing before it can really appear.

At this time, he had changed into a black tights and put on a crow's cover. The disguise effect of this mask was also weakened to a certain extent, but he could still fine-tune his facial muscles and become a person with a similar face.

"Is this... the palace?"

Thulhu stood not far away looking at the palace and castle, with a smile on his face.

After coming to this world, because there is no limit, his courage is getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, I could not help but have the idea of ​​visiting the palace.

Of course, no matter how inferior the world is, it is unrealistic to enter the palace with his current strength.

There are silver knights under the duke's command, and the court guards and court mages will not be very weak, not to mention, there may be magical items left by Dragon I.

Thulhu still decides to mix in.

There are many court guards, most of them wearing golden armor, guarding Philetlin III, his queen and children, the number is about one thousand, and they change shifts every day.

Thulhu aimed at a person called "Garfield".

His hair style is similar to his own, and the difference in his face can be changed with a crow's face.

Moreover, this kid is relatively withdrawn and rarely talks to his colleagues. After patrolling, he likes to have a drink in the inferior tavern and play all night by the way.

Therefore, on the second day, when Thulhu came to the palace wearing Garfield's armor, it did not attract anyone's attention.

"Garfield, Quentin... Today you are patrolling the garden with me! Remember the glory of the knight and your duties!"

A middle-aged knight with gray hair and clean beard admonished, leading them on duty and patrol.

Thulhu was inspired by the release, slightly disappointed: "The scope is too small, at least...this area does not have what I want."

"Perhaps, after discovering the terrain, I should come again at night, and then I can send a shadow clone?"

...

At this moment, the front of the team avoided saluting, and it was obvious that a high-status figure came.

"Sir Neville!"

A beautiful female voice sounded.

Thulhu looked up slightly, and saw a red palace dress that mopped the floor~www.NovelMTL.com~ This should be the newest queen of Philetlin III——Fura Drake.

Philetlin III is almost 60 years old, has married three wives in history, and has two sons and a daughter.

Queen Fula is the third successor, but unfortunately only gave birth to one daughter, Princess Messiah.

She looks beautiful and beautiful. Although she is in her thirties, she looks like a nineteen-year-old girl with long red hair like flames.

Beside her, there was a little girl still holding her.

This little girl is about thirteen or fourteen. She wears moccasin boots, hunter suit, short platinum blonde hair, and has a tomboy temperament.

The little girl who was looking around seemed to notice the peeking gaze of Thulhu, the eyes contained majesty, but also a little curious, as if she had found some funny toy.

At this time, the Queen’s greetings with Sir Neville were also coming to an end.

‘It turns out that the little princess wants to hunt, but she is not allowed to play in the garden...’

‘Our task is to protect this mother and daughter? ’

Thulhu looked at Fula's back and smiled strangely.

The Messiah seemed to notice his gaze and gave him a fierce look.

Thulhu became playful and made a face at her.

The little princess' eyes widened, as if she didn't believe that there was such a fellow among the guards who were as serious as marble statues!

"Mother, I want to ride a horse!"

She rolled her eyes, clutching Fula's arm, who was drinking black tea under a shade, and said in an imploring voice.

"Well, my little baby, you can choose a pony, and Sir Neville will accompany you."

Fula, who was entangled and couldn't stand it, said helplessly.

"No... how can I bother a respected knight? I want... he will serve me!"

Messiah's tender little finger pointed to a soldier guarding beside him, it was Thulhu!