Before the system could speak, Cyril heard Mr. Scott's voice: "Although this medicine temporarily clears the contamination of the abyss..."
Brian's heavy gaze slid from the dark red lines.
He paused and continued: "But there is no anchor that can resist the abyss."
The man's tone was low and gentle, but there seemed to be a hint of cruelty.
Brian stretched out his hand and lightly rubbed the lines on the skin of Cyril's abdomen.
The dark red lines are like tangled thorns and flower vines, wrapping up from his white belly, like a sea of gorgeous flowers blooming in the white snow.
Cyril sat up and looked down at the place where the medicine had just been applied.
He stared at the strange dark red lines and was silent for a moment.
looks like some weird tattoo...
This is probably the bad news the system said, right
Somewhat unexpectedly, Cyril didn't have the panic and anxiety when he learned that he was contaminated by abyss creatures before.
It seemed that the presence of Mr. Scott by his side gave him an inexplicable sense of courage and security.
"This is... 'anchor'?"
Cyril asked softly.
He wanted to reach out and touch the weird lines, only to find that his hand was still intertwined with Mr. Scott's.
This gesture seems a little too intimate.
Cyril blinked and tried to release his hand as if nothing had happened.
Brian noticed Cyril's movement, and his long and narrow eyebrows were raised slightly.
The next moment, he used the hand that was still soaked with Cyril's body temperature to slowly rub the dark red pattern again.
The movements are neither light nor heavy, and unnecessarily draw out a ray of ambiguity.
Cyril's heart skipped a beat when he felt the tingling and tingling across his skin.
There was a little shyness on his face, and he lowered his head slightly, wondering if the medicine application was over now, should he put on his bathrobe or change back to his clothes.
Brian was calm and expressionless.
He slowly withdrew his hand and glanced at Cyril calmly, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.
Brian then explained unhurriedly: "People who have been contaminated by abyss creatures can easily be re-contaminated, because the 'anchor' left by the abyss creatures on them is very attractive to other abyss creatures."
"Abyssal creatures are vengeful creatures, and they tend to contaminate and devour the wizard who is the 'anchor' point first. Therefore, anchored wizards and wizard apprentices are more likely to be in danger than others."
he said lightly.
Brian looked at Cyril who looked surprised, and his voice suddenly changed: "It's fine within the academy, your safety is guaranteed. But after leaving the academy, in order to avoid accidents, you have to try your best to follow me. stay together."
After he said that, his body suddenly leaned forward, pulling him into the distance with Cyril.
Although the man's voice was light, it had a meaning that could not be refuted.
Cyril felt Mr. Scott's warm and humid breath in his ears.
He raised his eyes, his eyes straight into the other's eyes.
The eyes of the two met, and the surrounding air seemed to become lingering and sticky.
There seemed to be a wave rolling in Cyril's heart.
He wanted to say something, but he opened his lips slightly, but he didn't know what to say, and finally he silently returned to tranquility.
He looked away and nodded slowly.
Summer vacation is over soon.
At the opening dinner, Cyril was enjoying dinner while discussing the course selection for this school year with his friends.
"I kind of want to choose alchemy."
Paris Greer spoke, cutting a small piece from the sizzling steak.
“Nice choice.”
Addison Morgan pushed up his glasses.
"Alchemy is the most expensive Wujing major in all courses, no one."
Paris's expression froze, and the movement of chewing the steak suddenly stiffened.
He recalled the amount of Wu Jing he had left and slowly shook his head.
Cyril swallowed the smooth and tender shrimp balls in his mouth, and suggested: "Come with me to choose the advanced course of witch realm, taught by Christina."
"No, no, I don't have any talent in the witch realm."
Paris waved his hand hastily.
Most of the wizard apprentices at the other small round tables around them were also discussing course selection.
The chatter of wizard apprentices echoed in the auditorium.
"Okay, be quiet."
Christina Black drew her wand and cast a spell on herself.
The short-haired witch's voice immediately became louder, clearly resounding in the noisy auditorium.
The wizard apprentices looked in her direction curiously.
Cyril also discovered that, at some point, Dean Brian, who appeared for a moment before the dinner, disappeared again.
At this time, the chair in the center of the high platform was empty.
"Before the start of the school, the seven wizarding academies have all received instructions from the Wizarding Union. Our Snowberg Wizarding Institute will offer a free compulsory course this academic year, a compulsory course for body training."
Wizard Christina's voice clearly fell into the ears of the wizard apprentice present.
Cyril and Warren, who was sitting beside him, looked at each other, and both of them had a bad feeling in their hearts.
"All wizard apprentices must participate in and complete this course! If the final exam is not passed, it will be retaken as other courses until the course is passed."
Wizard Christina said quietly.
She glanced at the apprentice wizard who was already trembling in the crowd, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Before tomorrow, please be sure to select the elective courses on your respective crystal balls, go to the corresponding classrooms according to the instructions on the crystal balls, and pay for Wu Jing."
The short-haired witch picked up the wine glass on the table in front of her and wished the wizard apprentices.
"I wish you a happy start to school."
Cyril was awarded two free elective courses due to his good grades in the previous final exam.
In addition to the Wu Jing he had accumulated on weekdays, he carefully chose the three courses of "Wizard Realm Advancement", "Magic Medicine Advancement" and "Puppet Art".
The rhythm of the elective courses is fast, and the difficulty of the course has suddenly increased.
Even Cyril found it a little difficult to learn, and many wizard apprentices were even more confused and in a trance.
Whether it's Wizard Christina, a professor of witchcraft, or Selena Posens, a professor of potions, they are no longer as patient as they are in required classes, and they will no longer stare at the steps of a careless wizard apprentice urging them.
The puppet art professor Chris Black's personal teaching style is even more distinct. He directly let the little puppet man on his shoulder demonstrate to the wizard apprentices how to make sutures.
So a group of sorcerer apprentices painted scoops according to the gourds and hurriedly started handicrafts.
Of course, what is even more frustrating is the newly added compulsory course - body training course.
The professor was a tall, bearded wizard named Habakak Osmon.
The sorcerer who worked in the "Dark Wizard Capture Office" from the Wizarding League looked at the frail, pale-faced wizard apprentices standing in the arena at this time and shook his head.
"Although it is the era of elemental wizards, the body refining wizards are almost extinct, but your physique is too poor! You are the bright future of the wizard continent!"
Professor Osmond sighed, and his eyes were full of sighs: "If you are restrained by the dark wizard's insidious tricks, you probably won't be able to escape."
He bent his arms, rolled up the sleeves of the wizard's robe, and showed the strong muscles on his arms to the wizard apprentices.
"Children like you, I punch one at a time."
After all, Wizard Osmond's sharp eagle eyes looked around at the shivering wizard apprentices, as if to catch a lucky one to verify that his words were very credible.
Cyril couldn't help but glanced at his classmates, then lowered his head silently.
It is estimated that only Robert Pearson, whom he had encountered in the wizarding apprentice grading trial, could fight one.
"Okay, warm up first! Come on! Let's run ten laps first."
Wizard Osmond probably didn't want to cause casualties among wizard apprentices just after the class started.
So he waved his hand and said words that made the wizard apprentices present want to faint.
Seeing that the wizard apprentices were stunned and motionless, Wizard Osmond clapped his hands and encouraged: "All move!"
Then he took out a pocket watch, glanced at the time, and urged: "Those who haven't moved in half a minute will add ten laps! Those who haven't finished within an hour will also add ten laps! No magic! I think come out!"
Cyril twitched his forehead, put away the wand he was secretly holding, and gave up the idea of casting a spell on himself.
He looked at the huge gladiatorial arena, his heart swayed, and he opened his legs and ran.
A circle has passed.
There are wizard apprentices who stay up late to study and can't hold it anymore.
After a while, someone screamed and fell to the ground.
The other wizard apprentices couldn't help but stop, watching carefully, planning in their hearts whether they could pretend to faint and escape.
However, I saw Wizard Osmond strode up to the fainted wizard apprentice and ruthlessly poured him a bottle of energy potion.
Then he patted the sorcerer apprentice on the shoulder hard, picked him up, and said, "Do you feel better now? Keep running! You can!"
It's too cruel, and you have to run away after pouring the energy potion.
Cyril sighed faintly, and continued to run after listening to the mourning of the surrounding wizard apprentices.
Two laps…
Three laps…
Many wizard apprentices have been treated as potions by Osmond wizards.
Four laps…
Five laps…
Most of the wizard apprentices who are still able to run at a constant speed bought and consumed some physique-enhancing things in the secret realm or in the market.
However, in the previous study and life, the wizard apprentices did not have anything to improve their physique, and most people generally did not spend extra wizard crystals to buy related products.
After the sixth lap, Cyril, who had a physical strength of "20", also felt powerless. His footsteps became heavier and slower.
Crystal sweat dripped from his forehead.
Seeing that the wizard apprentices' momentum was getting lower and lower, Wizard Osmond touched his chin and shouted at them: "The top five wizard apprentices who run ten laps first can get my special recovery potion! It's more effective! Great! No more worrying about muscle soreness!"
Cyril's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he saw a few apprentice wizards running in front of him suddenly speeding up.
There seemed to be footsteps behind him, he gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.
That's right.
Wizard Osmond looked at the crowd running with enthusiasm and nodded in relief.
The author has something to say: Osmond: Good health is really good!