All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Vol 2 Chapter 145:

Facts have proved that in the past few months of working for Old Antique, my classmates and I have been completely out of touch.

Even the news about the mid-term exam was told by the Bader student who usually sits next to me. And when he told me, there were only three days before the midterm exam.

"This exam is different from the past. It is a joint exam for the magical device major and the magical major."

The young man in the dark robe looked at me blankly. The tone is plain, "Partners are all self-defined. The students majoring in Magic Device are responsible for preparing the Magic Device. Students majoring in Magic Device are responsible for bringing the Magic Device to the knockout competition."

"...Knockout?" I opened my eyes slightly, and asked in an unbelievable way, "Is it a one-on-one match?"

"right."

The boy nodded, "The one who wins the final will go to the final with Teacher Sophie."

"…what."

From the beginning of the entrance examination and the expiration of the middle school entrance examination, all reforms have been implemented without exception. And it's the kind of reform that eliminates the disadvantages and protects the superiority.

Did something happen inside the Senate?

"Gadliche."

The boy in front of me called my name. I raised my head and looked at him. I found that his expression was serious.

Although as an out-and-out Baid, he has always been blank and stereotyped. Even the buttons of the robe are properly tied with the tallest one, and even the slightly curly hair with hairspray is meticulously combed to the back of his head.

But his expression this time.

Seriously as if declaring war on me.

"I know your partner must be Arnold. And his partner must be you."

"That man is very strong." He stared at me, his dark eyes seemed to be burning quietly, "Nothing unexpected. Even with the most common magic device, he will definitely win to the end."

"But Gadlichee."

"I want to see your true strength in this mid-term exam. I see the real gap between myself and you."

...Slightly opened lips closed. After squeezing for a while, I raised the corners of my mouth.

I promised to the young man in front of me who was serious and honest and declared war on himself.

"Don't worry. I will do my best."

…

I held my head tightly with my hands, opened my eyes wide, and propped my arms on the long dark wooden table.

Everything in this world is said to be easy and it is extremely difficult to do. Although I promised the other party that I will do my best, but-

I don’t have any inspiration right now! !

"The requirement for the exam is to wear the protective clothing formulated by the academy and fight with the magic weapon made by myself..." I muttered, repeating the requirements of the exam again meaninglessly, "That is to say. To be aggressive. A strong magic device."

"Yes."

The ice-colored knight sat opposite me. Unlike me who was holding my head with a collapsed face, that handsome face still had a plain expression, and his sitting posture was still upright.

Because the two were in a group, I called Arnold into the library to prepare for an in-depth exchange of souls. The mid-term exam is approaching, Old Antique’s experiments have stopped, and the right to use the workshop is open to every student.

Although it was only eight o'clock in the morning, the workshop was still full of people. It was unrealistic to discuss in that noisy environment, so I called Arnold into the library.

Old buildings are usually not very tall due to technical reasons. The same is true for the Bader Library, which has only three floors. The first floor is for students, the second floor is for teachers, and the third floor requires the permission of the Senate to enter.

no doubt. It is also where Baide keeps secret files.

Although I would like to go to the third level to find out who among the bachelors of 40 years ago has survived, let's solve the exam first.

"...Arnold."

I took a long breath, forced myself to sit up straight. The expressionless ice knight on the other side showed a kind smile to show his friendship, "Do you have a magic device you want? I will try to do it for you."

With ice-colored eyes looking at me all the time, Arnold answered quickly, "As long as you make it."

The black pupils shrank.

"Anyway, with your abilities, you can't make a magic device that can deploy super magic." Arnold's voice is calm, "So it is the same to me. As long as it meets the exam regulations."

I stared at him with deep dead fish eyes and looked at him blankly.

Although it is telling the truth, why does it make me so unhappy.

"Okay. Then I'll change the question." I turned the pen expressionlessly. Several times the pen slipped from my fingertips and smashed it heavily on the table. If it weren't for the "soundproofing" in every seat in the library, I'm afraid the people next door would have come to complain to me, "Which weapon are you more used to." "

The cold voice answered without hesitation, "Sword."

"...Sword?"

The tip of the pen rubbed on the paper, making a sound of salsa. With just a few strokes, I drew the sword on the paper.

I then asked, "Is it a sword that needs more attack power, or is it more magical?"

"Attack power."

I looked up at him. Arnold explained in a timely manner, "I am a genius in swordsmanship."

A calm and steady voice. As if telling an established fact.

And I also remembered. When he was a kid when he was a magical genius who didn't understand ordinary suffering, he also calmly denied me.

Sorcerers with stronger magical abilities basically do not use "swords", but directly use magical devices, such as Edwin and Sophie. People who are more excellent in swordsmanship prefer to use magical "swords" to fight, such as Ace.

And Arnold.

Yes. From the beginning, he fought with a sword.

I looked at the blue and white knight sword on his waist and said in a slightly dazed tone, "...Obviously it was brought up by Heron Oz. But is the talent for swordsmanship superior to that of the magician?"

"Yes."

The ice-colored eyes also looked at the sword at the waist. It was the "Magic Sword" made by the Royal Magus of Saint Enluth. Although not comparable to the equipment of the Knights of the Round Table, the performance is also very good.

"Helen Oz he—" I thought of something for a moment, and I hurriedly asked Arnold, "Do you know how to use a sword?"

"No." The icy eyes looked at me. The clear color is as clean and blank as his heart, "Tutor, he is a physical waste that takes twelve seconds to run 50 meters."

"He is leaving."

I spit out instinctively. The heart sank in an instant, "Then, has anyone else taught you swordsmanship?"

Arnold shook his head. Then he held his hand on the silver sword hilt.

"It's incredible."

He said, "Just holding it like this. I know how to use the sword to kill the opponent without any suspense."

"...Is this the talent of swordsmanship."

I murmured in a low voice.

But this is not the case.

Even the so-called "talent" needs to be inspired by acquired environmental influences. It's like the grandmother of the Baeder scholar family, the nephew Hadremer of Rozroltun.

as well as. Affected by Heron Oz, Arnold has a strong ability to learn from magical directors.

From birth, it has not been influenced by anyone, and taught by anyone. But he can use swordsmanship superbly. There is only one possibility.

Arnold's talent for "sword". Someone added it artificially.

If it weren't for the debilitated Heron Oz.

It can only be. Create Arnold's... Edward with Heron Oz.

Forty years ago, Edward, who was good at swordsmanship, was a Beluxis.

Even after thinking so much, it was only a moment. I wrote a string of alloy names next to the sword, pretending to be calm, and continued to ask, "Is the sword in my right hand?"

The ice-colored knight replied calmly, "To be precise. Both hands are fine."

"..."

I have never heard of dual-sword fighters on this continent. Either one-handed magic device or one-handed weapon, or just use the magic device directly. It's a human being, and it's so convenient that you can use the sword with both hands.

Suppressing the surging speculations in my heart, I asked, "Do you like something heavier or lighter?"

"random."

"So. What color do you like?"

"Casual."

"Single-edged or double-edged?"

"whatever."

"..."

They all start with words. Arnold, you bastard.

The corners of my mouth twitched. I simply threw the pen over, anyway, no matter what I asked, this guy was "whatever" he didn't need to remember.

"The last one." I narrowed my mouth and asked politely, "What do you want to name my magic device."

"As long as you like it. It's fine."

The cold and flat sound is just like ice floating on the water.

but why. Obviously the same voice as usual.

But it feels so gentle.

"...Okay, okay! I get it!"

I got up from the chair with a pen in one hand and a paper in the other. Walking out without looking back, "I will have the exam in two days. I want to hurry up and make the magic guide."

The ice-colored knight stood up from his chair at the same time, and calmly walked side by side with me, "Need help."

"No need. We can only stay in Baide for two years at most." I stared straight ahead and replied, "While you are now in the library to read more books. The sword is made, you come here. Just give it a try."

"Understood."

Even if the eyes can't see the ice-colored figure. But the ear had to pick up all the plain words. Just as I speeded up subconsciously, Arnold who was beside me suddenly grabbed my arm.

The pace of acceleration had to be stopped because of this. I turned my head subconsciously, and I met a pair of low-hanging ice eyes.

"I wanted to ask a long time ago."

Arnold looked at me and asked, "Why are you resisting my approach recently."

…It’s not because you, an emotional idiot, are unconscious! !

"Yes, do you?" The corners of my mouth twitched haha, "It should be your illusion."

"no."

"..." Don't feel so sensitive at this time! !

"The second princess of Saint Enros. His Royal Highness Gadrich Saint Enros."

The handsome boy lowered his head and looked at me intently. Although the strength of holding my arm was not enough to make me feel pain, but still unable to break free, "As your exclusive knight. Isn't it right that I will be with you forever."

"…Ha ha."

I smiled awkwardly.

How should I answer this?

Maybe because Heron Oz didn't die in front of you, so "death" is just "leave forever" for you.

But if you are by my side. Watching me gradually grow old from the twelfth and fourth years, and finally dying, like a dry tree in front of you...dead.

At that time.

What does death mean to you.

"...So too."

I am smiling. He stood on his tiptoe and touched his aqua head.

Soft hair like water. And the never-fading icy eyes and handsome faces under the hair.

After deceiving. I lied to him again after all.

The princess and the knight, the beautiful lie that can be together forever.

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Recently, my mind is full of the beautiful body of Jiu Jian Ji Mo, which is a bit not very good (.)

Five hundred thousand words. The progress bar is over halfway. As a knight, Arnold was the first to start the second stage.

Baide also feels a bit everyday. After that, such daily routines will become less and less. (Far eye)

60w should be able to open Pharaoh's marriage proposal. 【perhaps】