The sky was overcast, and soon it began to rain. Amid the sound of rushing rain, the funerals of the two third-order mages began to be held in the hall. On the pale yellow stage, after the red curtains on both sides were opened, two black-and-white framed photos of the former mage were hung on the wall.

Grant knew that the funeral of the Glory World was somewhat similar to Earth, and it was no surprise. Remember that in the game, rare players such as high-level players will also hold a funeral whenever they die.

He leaned back in his chair and saw a blonde-haired female mage sitting underneath. Her face is beautiful, but it's still a lot worse than her fiery figure.

Kurolo glanced at Grant and whispered, "Grant, she's Coty of Black Fata. If you're interested, you can try to catch up. Although she is arrogant, she still has a good temperament. ”

"That's not necessary." Grant shook his head with a smile, noticing that the Staff of Darkness and the Staff of Light were only sitting in twos and threes, and most of the seats were empty. Thinking of the words of the Great Demon, the Mage's Staff fell. Knowing that the Staff of Darkness and Light will never raise their heads again is the benefit of being powerful. No force has any role in the face of great personal strength. But when the power is strong enough to a certain extent, it can still suppress the strength of the individual. The two are like friends, loving and killing each other!

Rustling......

There was a sound from the assembly, and many of the mages who were talking softly stopped speaking and sat upright. Grant and Culolo also stopped talking, knowing that it was time for a mourning speech, and if he did, he would be hated and hated by all the mages.

On the left staircase of the high platform came an old mage with gray hair. He held a tome of the Cross in one hand. In the other hand, he held a deadwood staff that was taller than a person's head, and he looked solemn.

He walked to the middle of the platform. Hold your hands to your chest and bow slightly towards the photo. Only afterwards did he turn to look at everyone, open the holy book of the cross and recite the life deeds of the two.

"The great mage Flora was born two hundred years ago. He is an elder of the Thurstine family. From an early age, she showed extraordinary talent, easily mastering the profound and obscure theories of magic. Along the way, it has been smooth from a first-order mage to a second-order mage and even a third-order mage, and he is the darling of the heavens. Over the course of two hundred years, contributing nine self-created spells and a magical item construction principle, she is one of the most important mages in our Seleface City, and she ......"

The old man gave a very emotional speech about these speeches and the chronicles of his life. Grant felt that the old man's oratorical skills were still very good. That's enough time, at least. He glanced at Kurolo with a hint of nostalgia and pain in his eyes, but it was lurking deeply.

Grant glanced at it and could tell that Kurolo was also a man with a story!

Three hours later. The speech came to an end. The old man closed his book and walked down the high platform, and the four people behind him carried two black wooden coffins and placed them in the center of the high platform. There was a circle of wooden planks around it, and there were many white flowers in it. Grant heard that the female mage was directly pinched to the blood foam, and there were no bones, and the male mage's body was also eaten clean.

"Let's go later." Kurolo said heavily, his tone not as painful as he had just been. As a third-order mage, he had already abandoned his feelings, and it was only when he heard about her life that he remembered the past. The emotional turmoil has subsided, and I want to get out of here quickly.

"Okay." Grant nodded.

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The course of the mourning meeting is only one morning, and the afternoon is the time for the ordinary mourning meeting. After Grant and Culolo finished the funeral, they planned to return to the Rift Valley to rest for a while.

Grant saw Culolo's smears and planned to accompany him to the Rift Valley first. Anyway, there are still thirty percent of the runes that have not been made.

They walked out of the hall. I saw that the sky was blue after the rain, like a blue gem that could not be seen. The red sun shines down like pillars falling onto a puddle of water. Patches of dazzling light are reflected.

The air after the rain is very refreshing, mixed with the fragrance of a layer of earth.

The vision suddenly became clear, and Grant could see a weed in the distance opening a bunch of leaves in the sunlight. There are drops of crystal water resting on it.

"Deputy Head Grant, Deputy Head of Cullolo. Hello there. A voice came from the corner, immediately attracting Grant and Cullo. They turned around and saw an old man in a heavy robe, with kind eyes approaching. He has a curvy black tattoo on his right arm. Grant knew it was an energy-shaped spell that was permanently solidified. In terms of power, it was comparable to the strongest blow in the early stage of the third order, but unfortunately it was still not good when it fell into his own hands.

He approached slowly, bowing slightly to the two of them.

After taking a look, Kurolo also knew who it was. He smiled lightly: "It turned out to be Dean Gris, I don't know what you did to stop the two of us?" ”

"Captain Kurolo, long time no see. I'd like to have some time to go to the branch to talk. The old man smiled, some friendships should take time to deepen their cultivation, otherwise they will become weaker and weaker.

Kurolo knew that, too, but he didn't want to deal with it too much today. He glanced at Grant, his eyes flashed with apology, and said, "Dean Gris, I'm sorry." I'm a little unwell today, so it's inconvenient to go. Deputy Head Grant is still very interested in the Shadow Middle Academy, do you say, Deputy Head Grant? ”

At the same time, he said in his heart: "Please do me a favor, just go and see." ”

When Grant heard this, he simply nodded: "I really want to see it too." Trouble Captain Gris took me to see the view of the Middle Branch. ”

"In that case, then don't bother Captain Kurolo." Gris knew that Kurolo had asked Grant to come for the sake of his own face, and there was nothing to be angry about, so maybe they weren't very comfortable.

Afterwards, the head of the Kulolo regiment returned to the rift valley. Dean Grant and Griss come to the Secondary College. Truth be told, the last time Grant went to the middle academy was not long ago, going to Green to ask about Lucy's condition. Thinking of this, I felt that it was necessary to resurrect her when I returned to Glory City, and it was not a way to drag her in the reserve space all the time.

The shape of the secondary college is not as magnificent as that of the main college, but the style is very high-grade. Grant and Dean Gris were walking on a pale green lawn, their first sights after the rain. The view was beautiful and comforting. He saw that in front of the grass should be an archery area, and there were pale yellow wooden arrow targets neatly arranged. Next to the target hung a longbow and a dozen feathered arrows. The ground is divided with pink thread to divide the area.

The branch dean smiled: "Looking at the appearance of Deputy Commander Grant, it seems that he likes archery a lot?" ”

"I'm kind of good at it." Grant smiled. With a wave of both wrists, a recurved longbow appeared in his hand. This is a normal longbow obtained in the eastern region, and after it is useless, it has been kept in the reserve space.

He took out two white feather arrows and put them on the bowstring, snorted, and turned into streamers and shot at the arrow target.

Two streaks of white light streaked through, and a tiny hole appeared in the red dot in the center of the target.

When the branch dean saw it, he was surprised and said, "Good archery, one arrow pierces another arrow in mid-air." It can also stably penetrate the center of the arrow target, and this hand is really powerful. After all, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, some of the third-order mages are good at bows and can do four arrows.

At this time, Grant saw some gray-robed children in front of him scolding a little brown-haired girl.

"What's going on? Dean of Divisions. When Grant saw it, he asked rhetorically.

Dean Gris didn't expect this to happen, and his face became ugly. Grant, who was invited this time, should pass the matter to the Academic Affairs Department of the Higher School. It is estimated that his evaluation performance will be affected a lot, and he said in an unhappy tone: "Deputy Commander Grant, I asked the teacher to punish the group of apprentices in front of me. ”

"No need, I'll take a look." Grant squinted his eyes and felt something familiar to the little brown-haired girl in the middle. The specifics are not too impressive. He took two steps forward, and suddenly appeared in front of the child.

"What's the matter?" Grant asked calmly.

A group of boy apprentices were abusive and startled when they saw a man come out in front of them. They took a step back, their eyes tinged with fear. This is most likely a teacher. One of the chubby little boys was very dissatisfied, kicked several little boys around him and scolded: "Idiots, scold this in front of me." ”

He finished. Walked up to Grant and said cautiously, "This teacher, I'm Director Owen's child. I hope the teacher will leave here for my father's sake. After all. This one has nothing to do with you. ”

"Which green onion is Owen? Haven't heard of it. Grant ignored it, his eyes on the ground in disarray. A girl with a bruise on her pink face. He suddenly remembered that he had met a little girl in a knight's town, and remembered that her name was Mary. Leo. Now that I think about it, I'm more and more sure that it's this girl in front of me.

The chubby little boy's face suddenly turned ugly, and he didn't expect that there would be people who didn't give face to his father. The tone was not too kind: "This teacher, I have spoken." If you don't want to work here, you won't need it tomorrow. ”

Grant ignored it and took a few steps closer to raise the little girl's arm. A hand dragged her face, and when she saw a little scarlet blood oozing from her forehead, her face sank suddenly.

He liked this little girl very much, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

The little girl looked up gloomily and saw the flaxen-colored mage that greeted her eyes. Suddenly pleasantly surprised, completely forgetting the discomfort just now, and excitedly said, "Brother Grant, you are here." Great, by the way, I'm a mage now, you see, Brother Grant, I'm a mage. Mary exclaimed excitedly, her tone becoming a little incoherent. Grant didn't know why he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, such an innocent girl should be subjected to such insults and scolding. Anyway, since it's a child I like. Then the group of people in front of them, whether adults or children, have to bear this anger.

"You, kneel for me!" Grant's cold eyes glanced at the little boy and said.

The chubby little boy shuddered for some reason when he saw those cold eyes. The chill behind him made him unable to stand up on his legs, and he was half-lying there.

Grant didn't use mental power and mana, just looked at the boy.

The chubby little boy didn't expect this teacher to be so fierce, and said with a trembling hand, "What do you want to do?" My father is Director Owen, you have offended me, be careful of your position. ”

"Haha, a chop. I don't call him anything, boy, I'm going to let you try what it's like to be beaten today. ”

Grant sneered, and a slap fanned it. The whirring wind sounded, and it seemed that if this palm fell on the little boy's body, it would be paralyzed.

Grant was not afraid of the protection regulations of Celeface City, because the fourth-order powerhouses all looked at their face. Who else can control himself? Even if you flow enchanted items into the Normal Empire, you can still get in. And he knew that the branch dean Gris did not stop him, which showed that the director was the enemy party of the branch dean. In this case, I helped him get out of this breath and sold his favor casually.

Stop it! A rumbling sound came. Around him, the little boys covered their ears and went limp. Mary's face turned pale, but she bit her lip to make herself not afraid of the voice.

A burly man in a robe approached and saw his child being fanned away by a young man. There was a clicking sound in his back. He knew that his son was ruined and that the bones behind him could be healed, but the place where the sea of meditation had formed had been destroyed forever. In other words, his son is a wasted man, worse than ordinary people.

"I'm going to kill you!" The burly man's eyes were red, no matter what he said. An extremely long scimitar appears in his hand. With a wave of the knife with both hands, two extremely sharp knife lights flew in. He stomped on his toes, and his body slammed into Grant like a boulder.

Grant glanced at it, a sneer on his lips.

The corners of his lips moved slightly, and a giant hand of flame formed on the right.

He reached forward and shook it, and the giant hand of fire grabbed Owen at once. With a strong grip, Owen could not resist before he dissipated into ashes and dissipated into the air. Dean Gris had been hiding to the side, and he didn't realize it until he saw the ashes. A trace of horror suddenly appeared on his face, and he said, "It's not good, something happened." Deputy Commander Grant actually killed him, and if this matter is pulled out, it will be finished with me. I was going to let Grant press Owen, what should I do? ”

Dean Gris really didn't expect Grant to be so impulsive, even reckless.

He stood there anxiously like an ant on a hot pot, not knowing what to do. Grant ignored it, and after taking out a bottle of life potion and giving it to Mary, the large and small scars on his body recovered.

"Mary, how's it going?" Grant laughed.

"Huh, it doesn't hurt anymore?" Mary looked at her hands in surprise, the bruises were long gone, like newborn baby hands, without any blemishes.

Grant rubbed Mary's head, intending to take her to the restaurant for a meal. I just knew that Mary hadn't eaten in a day. (To be continued......)