Hurland is a well-known and good student of the Rusk Higher Institute, and her request to the tutor to see it alone was naturally granted.
"Where does this lead to?"
Hurland and her friend Sansa followed the potions apprentice.
The path he chose was very hidden, like a labyrinth in a garden.
Outsiders who are unfamiliar with Crowhill Academy of Magic will definitely get lost along this path.
Hurland has quietly held the staff in her hand, and she can respond immediately if something unexpected happens.
"The path to the tower of the man in yellow."
Potions apprentice White was like a thief at this time, looking left and right every few steps, constantly checking to see if anyone was following them.
"Yellow... The tower of the man in yellow?" Sansa's voice seemed a little distorted.
"Be quiet!"
After he motioned Sansa to keep quiet, he pushed open a rotten iron door, and after entering the iron door was an overgrown garden.
Hurland looked up and saw a tall tower. This tower was far less magnificent than the mage tower of the man in yellow, but it was already the most conspicuous building in the entire Crosil.
"White! Didn't I tell you it's a secret here!"
A girl walked out of the flowers, and Helland judged from the badge on her chest that she was a fourth grader of the Inscription Department of Order.
"This time, the mentor who greeted the Rusk Academy of Magic was the old witch. She always stared at me, and it was only these two who got rid of her."
White briefly introduced Hurland and Sansa to the girl.
"This is our last surviving place, from the Rusk Academy, I hope you can keep it a secret."
"Last Survivor... What the hell happened here?"
Hurland followed the girl and walked into the depths of the garden, listening to her tone as if describing the last shelter in the doomsday.
Perhaps for a person like Sansa who has almost believed in the god of the magic net, the world without the magic net is no different from the end.
"Thirteen days ago, we lost the connection to the magic net, no matter where in Crowhill, any place could not connect to the magic net..."
Won't you be able to connect to the Weave after you leave Crowhill this afternoon
Helland listened to the girl's desperate tone, and just as he was about to say this to her, Sansa next to her expressed her opinion first.
"What a disaster." Sansa's voice was filled with awe.
"The enchantment blocks all the magic net signals, and only here can we reconnect to the magic net."
The girl brought Sansa and Helland to the underside of the tower. When Helland was about three or four meters away from the wall of the tower, the signal on the magic net changed from grey to green again.
"Only those in yellow can use it? This... isn't this a dictatorship?!"
Sansa looked up at the tower of the man in yellow, and wanted to loudly condemn the man in yellow for such excessive behavior.
The use of the magic net is the freedom of every Nolan citizen, and sooner or later this provision will be written into Nolan's law.
"So we are plotting to overthrow this tyranny! Do you want to join the Rusk?"
After seeing Sansa's indignant look, the girl sent an invitation to Sansa, and the next second they held their hands together, as if they were comrades-in-arms who had a deep friendship for more than ten years.
Hurland didn't want to take part in this revolution, so she wisely opened a message from the magic web and asked Joshua why.
"Actually... there is no enchantment in Crowhill College. I asked the World Tree to stop covering that area."
"… I understand."
Hurland silently watched Sansa and a group of Crosil's apprentices who hid under the tower and opened the magic net, preparing to enter the battlefield of the Holy Spirit.
Since the 300,000 champion reward appeared, the Holy Spirit is gradually eroding the time of the Nolan people.
"The consciousness of the World Tree will still extend to Crowhill College at noon and at night. It is only during the daytime that it cannot be connected. I think your college will probably implement this system."
This text from Joshua made Helland feel a little uncomfortable, even though she understood that the ban on the magic net was for the sake of her study.
Helland's self-control, which can be called a scholar, is difficult to resist the temptation of the magic net.
"You don't have class today?" Hurland asked.
Below the high wall were five apprentices belonging to Crowhill, and each of them held a small wooden table and wooden chair.
In terms of workmanship, it looks like they made it temporarily. They put the wooden table and wooden chairs along the high wall and took out the original spar mouse.
"Class? We don't have time right now," the girl replied to Hurland.
The reason you don't have time is to run around to the headmaster's watchtower to play the magic net
"Wright, hurry up! It has entered the hero selection!"
"The first hero chooses a bishop!"
Not as Hurland expected, the game the five apprentices were playing was the Holy Spirit.
But Hurland could keenly sense the change in the atmosphere, even if they were now carrying low-quality wooden tables and chairs, sitting under the moss-covered corner...
The tense dialogue and exchanges between them alone put Hurland in a battle meeting on the eve of a major war.
"They played in the Holy Spirit Open, and the team was Crowhill."
Sansa learned from the girl that they were not ordinary players of the Holy Spirit, and that each of them was a master with an average score of more than 5,500 percent.
"They were in the game?"
Hurland looked at Sansa's magic web vision in surprise, and Sansa entered the live broadcast of the Crosil team against the White Flower Fish team.
In the screen, they have already selected the hero and entered the battlefield directly.
The preliminaries were decided directly in one round, so the five apprentices were all very nervous and kept communicating with their teammates.
Hurland sat quietly watching them. The five of them cooperated perfectly on the battlefield of the Holy Spirit, but the enemy was not weak... The battle was in a stalemate until more than 20 minutes.
"You can start a team fight directly! My finishing skills are cool down!"
"The black hook quickly uses the anchor! Don't grab it, and block the retreat of the trembling person on the opposite side."
Their communication was directly roared, as if they were on the battlefield and were a general who was in charge of a thousand troops.
"Sansa..."
Hurland vaguely felt someone's sight, and she raised her head to find the source of the sight...
"Don't talk... Hurland, the outcome is in this teamfight!" Sansa seemed to have become one of them.
"The man in yellow is here." Hurland said in a complicated tone.
"Even if our dean in gray came... what?!" Sansa suddenly reacted, first glanced at Hurland, then raised her head and glanced at the sky.
The man in yellow was standing at the top of the tower, staring at them angrily.