The late autumn season is drawing to a close.
Hurland and her best friend Sansa sat in a magic wagon ready to head to Crosiel, the High School of Magic of the Yellow Clothes.
Nolan has a total of four magic academies, and Hurland and Sansa are apprentices of the Rusk Higher Magic Academy belonging to the gray ones.
The reason they went to Crowhill today was for a simple academic exchange.
"Fortunately today is a holiday."
Hurland looked at the street outside, and she entered the magic net depository to work under the recommendation of Joshua.
This is a dream and easy job for any poor-class spellcaster. Hellan only needs to go to the depository in the afternoon to summarize the information into the magic net system.
"Hurland, Holy Spirit Open qualifiers begin today."
Sansa suddenly pulled Harlan's clothes, causing Harlan's eyes to turn to Sansa's magic web interface beside him.
"If you didn't have a job every day, I would have signed up directly."
Sansa is watching the Magic Web Vision, and the live broadcast of the Holy Spirit Open appeared in the most prominent position of the Magic Web Vision at noon today.
"Sansa, since you bought this game last month, the ladder score has been stable at 3,000 points. I only started playing it last week, and it was only 1,500 points. I didn't even qualify for registration. "Herland said.
"We can... form a team to earn points! As long as we play hard, we can..."
"The Holy Spirit's ladder score statistics method sometimes deducts far more points than bonus points, and the matching system is very fair. Your win rate has always been maintained at around 50%."
Hurland took a serious account of his friend who had unrealistic fantasies.
"If you want to hit 4500 in a month, you have to win at least 25 consecutive games."
"Don't talk about Hurland, after I hit 3100, all the teammates I met were... idiots."
Born in a country of holy religion, Sansa, who received nun-style education since childhood, struggled for a long time to find a word to describe her teammates.
"Every time I feel that the opponent is very powerful, only my teammates play very, very poorly!"
"That's probably your limit."
Hurland doesn't play Holy Spirit very much. She bought this game reluctantly under Sansa's Amway.
"Impossible! It must be a teammate's problem! As long as you and I form a team, Hurland can break through 4,000 points." Sansa said.
"What do you want to do if you get the 300,000 gold coins?"
Harlan gently pushed down Sansa's hand holding his arm, and by the way, moved away from the nun who faintly changed her faith from the God of Light to the Holy Spirit again.
Asked this question by Hurland, Sansa glanced at the back of the magic car.
There were also four apprentices from the Rusk Academy of Magic sitting behind. They were also discussing today's Holy Spirit qualifiers, and they didn't care about the conversation between Helland and Sansa.
"I want to buy Eno." Sansa whispered in Hurland's ear.
"What... what?"
"Ino, from Rusk Elementary," Sansa repeated.
"I know Eno, but Sansa...why do you think this way."
Hurland certainly knows who Ino is. In the Rusk High School of Magic, Ino is their junior, but he is also the role of Belle in "Beauty and the Devil".
"When I was chatting with Ino at Hearthstone Tavern last month... He said that there is a custom in his hometown, as long as he has enough money, he can be bought. It doesn't seem to be expensive. About a thousand gold coins, this will take a year to save on my commission." Sansa said.
What a strange custom!
Hurland suddenly remembered that Joshua had revealed Eno's identity to her, and that was the succubus...
The succubus knew what Ino was doing just by hearing the name!
Since Ino staged "Beauty and the Devil", his status has been completely different from before. Hurland doesn't think that he can buy Belle in Beauty and the Devil for a thousand gold coins!
"Hurland, the qualifiers have started... there are so many! Which one should we watch?"
Sansa's attention is quickly drawn to the live match of the Holy Spirit on the Leyline Vision.
There are twenty-five windows in the interface of Magic Web Vision, and there are just fifty teams participating in the competition.
Hurland remembered that the promotion for the qualifiers marked "online competition", which meant that the qualifiers only needed to be called up at home and logged on the magic net on time.
"Don't look, Sansa... we're in Crosile."
Hurland looked through the window of the magic car to the door carved out of yellow metal in the distance.
When the magic car approached the door, the pupils of the metal face carved on the door turned.
"Crowhill is much older than our academy, so we still have time."
Sansa has tapped into a qualifier stream where two teams are picking heroes.
The magic car slowly drove into the Croixer School of Magic... The moment Sansa entered it, the interface of her magic web vision turned black.
"what happened?"
Sansa exited the Leyline Vision and clicked the signal connection in the lower right corner.
No matter where in Nolan, even in the depths of the underground dwarf mines, the signal of the magic net can always remain green.
But at this time, Sansa's magic net signal is zero gray.
"Welcome to Crowhill College, I'm White, a fourth-year potions student."
The magic car stopped directly on the side of the road of Crowhill College, and a group of apprentices by the roadside had been waiting for a long time.
"I don't have a connection to the magic net anymore..."
Hurland opened his magic net and tried to log in to the caster forum, but a line of cold text popped up on it, that is, the network connection was lost.
"Is Hurland also broken?"
Sansa glanced around, and other students were also unable to connect to the magic net.
"Mr. White!" Sansa got off the magic car and ran directly to the potions apprentice who led the team. "Can you use the magic net?"
"Magic Weave? I need to remind you in particular that Crowhir established a barrier to prevent the connection of the Magic Weave not long ago."
"Stop the magic web! Who the hell would do such a wicked thing!"
Sansa denounced the cultists who had tainted the God of Light, blaming the builders of the magic web connection forbidding the enchantment.
"Please be quiet, the founder of the enchantment is the dean of our academy, the one in yellow."
The potion apprentice went directly to the end of the team and communicated with Sansa and Hurland individually.
"The man in yellow..." Sansa closed her mouth instantly when she heard the terrifying name.
"We don't have any way to break the enchantment, but there is a place in the entire academy that is not affected by the enchantment... In fact, I have to participate in a competition and need to leave here." He looked at the mentor who led the team in the distance. , and said to Hurland and Sansa in a pleading tone.
"Can the two of you apply to the instructor for separate visits?"