I really don't want to be a disaster

And that young monarch, Barthamelo Dylan, was impressively among the seven.

Irene's eyes narrowed.

Without thinking or reasoning, he understood the identities of those seven people in just an instant.

Located at the apex of the clock tower...

Twelve monarchs!

—— Seventh.

Chapter 711 The Black Magician (4K)

"go."

Cerberus stopped where he was and didn't move forward.

She said softly, motioning Yi Lin to walk in front of the seven monarchs.

"why?"

Yi Lin asked.

Cerberus turned his head back, looked at Yi Lin with indifferent eyes, but quickly closed his eyes, stood up straight, and said slowly: "If you want to study magic further."

The implication is that you can't fall in love.

Yi Lin nodded and smiled, expressing her understanding.

The seven monarchs felt strange pressure faintly from their bodies.

Their gazes on Yi Lin's body seemed like seven mountains, and Yi Lin's shoulders sank, as if she was being pressed hard to the ground.

"Dismount?"

Yi Lin chuckled, raised her head, and met seven different gazes, the Psychic Power Armor spread all over her body silently.In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and Yi Lin walked to the vacant seat under the high platform with a relaxed pace.

After walking the red carpet, Yi Lin felt a little annoyed—should have walked humming a song just now, which was even more forceful.

"it's him?"

Among the seven monarchs, there is a blonde woman with long hair.She looks about 30 years old, with a mature charm, like blooming flowers, bright and dripping.But the expression on her face made it difficult to associate it with men and women. It was cold, like an emotionless corpse.

On the shoulder of the woman, a black cat sat quietly.The black cat stared straight at Yi Lin with its shiny green vertical pupils.

the woman asked.

It was Barthumello Dylan.

Bathurmero Dylan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, nodded without denying it, "Sovereign El-Melloi IV, that's him."

"Ah."

Lord El-Melloi IV looked away from the black cat sitting on her shoulder at the same time.

And standing on the far left, a gray-haired, short-haired old man wearing a thick blue magician costume, with a strange smile on his face, half a smile, said beside him: "Weak magician bloodline."

His words hit the nail on the head.

Obviously, there is a special connection between magicians and magicians.

This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in the book.

Magic is the magician's second life.

Magicians are as sensitive to magic as they are to breathing air.They can clearly feel the concentration of magic power around the target, as if they can personally experience the thinness and richness of the air.

"So, I should also get started?"

"The pressure they put on me just now is likely to be something similar."

"Normally speaking, in the circle of apostles, almost no one can make me feel pressured only by their aura."

Yi Lin thought to herself.

Bathmelo Dylan knew that other monarchs had similar thoughts.

The blond boy in the wheelchair smiled slightly, looked at the gloomy old man, and said softly: "My lord, Archibald, if I tell you, this honored guest from the East, in five days Did you know almost nothing about magic before?"

"what!"

The faces of the other six monarchs all changed after hearing the words.

After Bathmelo Dylan finished speaking, the way everyone looked at Yi Lin changed in different ways.

Yi Lin frowned slightly.

What follows is a simple conferment ceremony.

Cerberus held the sterling silver tray.

Inside was a set of noble and elegant magician uniforms neatly stacked.

Yi Lin shook her head, and then suddenly understood why she put on such an exaggerated battle here today.

Seven monarchs, thousands of magician apprentices!

It turned out that what was held in the first large classroom was the awarding ceremony of the "color scale"!

Yi Lin is the new magician who was awarded the "Color Scale"!

"congratulations."

Barthamelo Dylan said.

Yi Lin looked at the "color scale" magician's suit in Cerberus' hands, but didn't take it immediately.He sighed softly: "In my capacity, it is impossible to join your clock tower."

"Guest from the East, you are too worried." Bathmelo Dylan shook his head: "The only thing that can restrain you is knowledge."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you still remember that sentence you saw on the road sign?" A rare blush appeared on the pale face of the young man.

"Will the mystery be passed on forever as knowledge...? Interesting."

Yi Lin shook off the magician's uniform, the sleeves were dark black.

Starting today, he was officially awarded the "Black Rank" by Bathmelo Dylan, becoming a "Black Magician".

This matter, in a very short period of time, spread throughout the clock tower.

Every apprentice has learned such a thing.

There was a guest from the east, within five days, he was favored by the monarch, Barthel Melo, and he was personally awarded the rank of "Color Scale".

That is the existence second only to the Crown!

Throughout the history of the clock tower, only great magicians, or people with special talents, can be awarded this advanced rank.

If the apprentice who secretly despised Yi Lin in the library not long ago was only a kindergarten student, then Yi Lin skipped the kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university courses in a single day, and was admitted as a master's degree by exception. .

until night.

After the show.

Yi Lin was in her room, still thinking about the deep meaning of Bathmelo Dylan's move.

Yi Lin believes that there is no generosity without reason, and there is no gift without reason.

Among them, there must be reasons that Yi Lin cannot understand at present.

what is it then?

But it is undeniable that Yi Lin's actions in the Clock Tower have become unfettered since she obtained the color rank.

He can swagger into every classroom as the "Black Magician".

Even when Yi Lin was walking on the road, there were delicate school girls who came forward to ask for advice.Some bold school girls even made excessive demands to go back to their rooms for in-depth academic discussions.

Yi Lin worked hard to reject many well-intentioned invitations.

half a month later.

Yi Lin was walking on the road and ran into Gu Tianqing.

It's been a while, and Gu Tianqing doesn't seem to have changed much.

"My respected president, you are doing well now."

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin's stylish magician's uniform and said with a smile.

"Generally average."

Erin responded with a smile.

The two stopped for a brief exchange.

Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this period of time. He left the clock tower for a while and went to a gathering place of gypsies, which is said to be related to his deck of tarot cards.

of course,

In fact, the two didn't know each other well enough to talk.

After a brief exchange, Yi Lin was ready to go to the library.

Today, I was listening to the "Curse Section" class. In the "Practical Application of Curse Magic" explained by a senior lecturer at the "Sacrifice" level, Yi Lin was confused by some of the principles of magic, and was going to the library to find related books. Crazy night.

He is very busy.

Before leaving.

As Gu Tianqing drifted away, a faint laughter came: "Time is running out."

Yi Lin was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

When she turned her head again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"God stick."

Yi Lin silently raised her middle finger in the direction Gu Tianqing left.

Find a chance and beat him up.

I really can't help it.

With such an idea in Yi Lin's mind, she came to the library again.

Yi Lin has already used her soul out of her body with ease.

Habitually laying hundreds of books on the stairs, spreading them out layer by layer, Yi Lin slapped her chest again, becoming mental.

In the library, there are fewer and fewer books that allow Yi Lin to concentrate on reading.

There are similarities in the theories in many books, and there are even conflicting theories in some books.

During this period of study, Yi Lin gradually formed her own understanding of "Magic".

In the eyes of many people, this "black magician" admitted by exception is a complete weirdo.

Yi Lin has always been silently listening to the class, never speaking, and no one has witnessed it with her own eyes. This new black magician has personally completed even a simple little magic trick.

Someone inadvertently witnessed that after class, Yi Lin grabbed the lecturer, asked tricky questions one after another, chatted with the lecturer, and made the lecturer turn around and run away sweating profusely.

If it were someone else who dared to ask such blind questions, the lecturer would just cast a cold eye and just ignore him.

But, this is the color-level magician awarded by the monarch Barthelmeiro himself, and every lecturer dare not neglect it.

later,

Many lecturers would find various reasons to leave early as soon as they saw Yi Lin, a strange person, appearing in class, and they would never let Yi Lin catch the slightest chance.

This also made Yi Lin extremely depressed.

Those lecturers seem to be getting more and more slippery recently.

You can't just sneak into other people's rooms in the dead of night, right?

It doesn't seem like a good idea to do so.

Time flies.

Another half a month has passed for Yi Lin.

For the past half month, Yi Lin was almost in retreat.

this day.