The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

Ten light-elemental magic pigeons can be used without chanting, without the need for magic wands or scrolls.

Even figures of the caliber of Great Sage Jansen and Aisser would have been impressed by the level of skill in using holy magic. Of course, Bulbo's strength was not superior to theirs; he was still a level below them, but it was certain that he deserved to be treated with caution.

As a high-level assassin, Bordonna killed a few pigeons, but was rebounded by the force attached to them, causing her to pant slightly.

“I know I can’t stop you.” Bordonna looked directly at Bourbo. “But if you dare to hurt Lorenve, I will truly disown you forever…”

Chapter 092 Pretty good at charming girls, huh? As long as it's not my Loren.

"No way? You have the nerve to disown your own father?" Old Mr. Burpo looked at Bordonna with disbelief, but suddenly cheered with joy, "Great! Bordonna is willing to sever her father-daughter relationship! This is fantastic!"

"What do you mean? I'm not joking!" Bordonna slammed her fist on the table again, her eyes fixed on Mr. Burpo: "I'm seriously making my bottom line clear to you!"

Mr. Bourb shrugged. "How could I possibly hurt her? I would protect her if anyone else did. I'm just worried she's too weak; that would be pointless..."

Bordonna said, enunciating each word clearly, "That doesn't mean you can interfere so easily."

“She is a genius, a genius even more outstanding than Aisser and Jansen back then!” Mr. Burbo stood up, facing Bordonna, and rested his hands on the table. “You know what? When I heard that she could come up with the idea of ​​sprinkling sand and other miscellaneous things into the rice and flour for disaster relief, I knew that she was no ordinary gifted person.”

"...Sand was sprinkled in the relief rice and flour?" Bordonna wondered.

"It's what her mentor said yesterday about her answer to a disaster relief question. This idea is fantastic! Although it's not enough to completely eliminate waste in disaster relief, it can at least ensure that more rice and flour from disaster relief are used for the victims."

Bordonna exclaimed in surprise, "Sprinkling sand? There's such a method...?"

"Of course, this only piqued my interest. The key point is that the moment I saw her stand up, I realized that Lorenwei was very attractive. You know, extraordinary people all have a special aura. Later, she was unwilling to offend the nobles for the sake of commoners, which made me even more interested."

"You're just a senile old fool with nothing better to do!"

"That's right, I don't have any grandchildren! I just want to watch her grow up, and I even wish she would grow up quickly!"

Ding-dong-

At that moment, a crystal notification sounded, indicating that a subordinate was requesting entry into the office.

Bourb immediately stepped aside from the principal's seat and moved to the guest sofa.

Bordonna sat back in her seat and let the female guard in.

After giving her thanks, the female guard left.

The two of them, with remarkable tacit understanding, returned to their previous state.

"I'll say it again! Don't interfere!" Bordonna continued to yell.

Mr. Bourb pointed to the table and reminded him, "You forgot to lean on the tabletop."

Bordonna paused, braced herself on the table, and shouted again, "I'll do it again..."

"And he forgot to bang on the table to scare me," Mr. Burbo reminded him again.

"..." Bordonna lost her composure and said weakly, "Anyway, mind your own business."

Mr. Bourb laughed and said, "Do you think she can live a peaceful life just because I don't meddle in other people's business? Anyone with extraordinary talent must undergo trials. Cromwell was exceptionally talented but was ruined, not because of Lorenwei, but because of the trials of fate. This is a typical example! Even if I don't cause her trouble, fate will still guide her to the most complicated adventures in life!"

"..." Bordonna was taken aback, but then suddenly realized something and asked sharply, "Is the black robe related to you?"

“No.” Burbo’s expression was serious. “Why did you suddenly think of the black robe?”

Bordonna hesitated for a moment. Although her father, Burbo, was a figure from the generation of the former Holy Empire's popes, he had always been unconventional and unorthodox, bordering on both good and evil. She could believe anyone who said her father founded the Black Robes. But he was a man of his word, and to deny it now would be completely irrelevant to his character.

“I understand. The black-robed figure attempted to attack Princess Kurara of the Grand Duchy of Posey, and Kurara and Lorenve are friends, right? I checked the recent school records,” Bulpo chuckled. “You’ve already dealt them a severe blow, so they certainly won’t be making any more moves anytime soon. I can help you find out exactly what they’re planning…”

"You would be so kind?" Bordonna didn't believe it.

“We haven’t seen each other for three years, and I haven’t brought you any gifts. Doing something for you might be a good favor.” Burbo smiled and began to softly chant a holy teleportation spell. As his figure slowly disappeared, he added, “I will definitely continue to keep an eye on Lorenwei’s situation. Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle.”

Bordonna snorted.

"Actually, the excitement will find her on its own; the power of fate is beyond the control of mortals. Besides, she's not exactly an honest child! Hahaha." Burbo's figure disappeared.

Only the academy's management can perform space-time magic that allows movement within the academy.

“Yes, how could things be peaceful for Aise’s children?” Bordona sat back in her seat and said quietly, “Aise has so many debts of affection, and not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am…”

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Lorenwei and the others arrived at the training ground for the middle-grade students. It was almost time for classes to start, and dozens of students had gathered there.

The arena is similar to a smaller version of a gladiatorial arena, with the central arena about the size of a basketball court and surrounded by a wall-like structure with stepped steps.

They swiped their right hand seals to enter, and the crystal system granted them permission.

"You can actually get in?" Lorenwei exclaimed in surprise. "There must be loopholes in the rules of the crystal."

"Don't shout it if you've gotten a good deal," Kurara whispered a reminder.

Meilan replied, "We're all students, there's no rule saying we can't come."

Kurala thought about it and realized it was true.

The room was almost entirely filled with second-year students. After all, most first-year students were just starting their courses and were in the foundational stage. How many of them would actually think of joining the second-year students? Only someone like Lorenwei, who was ahead of the curriculum, and someone like Meilan, who was carefree, would actually think of coming.

Lorenwei said, "Look, over there are a few students who look quite mature and are talking to the teacher. They must be third-year students, right?"

Several students were talking to their teacher, but they were still wearing lily bud badges on their chests.

“That’s not what you call an old student.” Sylph nudged her arm.

"They're not third graders, they should be student council members, right?" Kurara reminded her. "Look, the lily buds have green leaves."

The faculty and management are represented by the lily flower, while the students are the lily buds waiting to bloom. With the green leaves as a foundation, the student council emblem comes into being.

Several student council members and teachers discussed something, and then the male teacher went to the middle of the training ground.

The instructor for this martial arts class was a male berserker in his thirties, dressed in a half-open top that exuded a hand-to-hand combat spirit, with most of his shoulders exposed.

"The student council members are here. We plan to use this martial arts demonstration as a mock rehearsal for this year's student competition," he announced in a loud voice. "All students attending today's class are welcome to participate in today's demonstration. There will be a prize for the first place winner!"

There are no rewards for martial arts practice on ordinary days.

"A reward?" Meilan's ears perked up immediately upon hearing this.

Having been poor for so long, she's incredibly interested in anything that doesn't violate morals.

The students were mostly seated, but their eyes were almost entirely focused on Lorenwei and her group. Having arrived late, the four of them discreetly sat in a corner.

"Those girls are so pretty!"

Wow, those two have such magnificent breasts!

"That's nothing. Look at the blue-haired one in the middle, she's the prettiest. It's just a pity..."

"It's alright, her looks are so good that we can ignore the size of her breasts!"

These second-year students, just like the freshmen, speak with great freedom and have the same focus.

There's no way around it; boys of this age have brains that are practically filled with white fluid, which means their development is normal.

Some girls looked at Lorenwei with envy; she was attractive, and jealousy was rare.

Hmph, as expected, I become the center of attention wherever I go, Lorenwei's little bit of smugness crept in again.

Lorenwei's blue ahoge (cowlick) on her forehead stood up proudly.

This is the only thing she can stand up...

Now used to being stared at, Lorenwei even proudly tossed her hair, which made a group of boys secretly exclaim how cute she was.

Seeing her like this made Sylph feel particularly uncomfortable, so she nudged her with her elbow and said, "If you keep flirting with people, be careful you don't get cornered in the woods one day."

Lorenwei laughed and said, "Anyone who dares to mess with me, I'll use Meilan's move!"

She extended two fingers downwards, then flicked one finger of her other hand sharply towards the middle.

Choke—Many boys instinctively felt a tightness between their legs.

Everyone's attention was focused on the new girls, including Lorenwei, and the students paid little attention to the teacher's speech.

"Hmph! These students won't be envious unless they see the prizes." The berserker teacher was very unhappy.

He quickly returned to the equipment room.

Just then, a white magic carrier pigeon flew into the midst of the student council members.

The female student in the lead, who was a member of the disciplinary committee, reached out and caught the carrier pigeon.

After reading the message from the magic carrier pigeon, she immediately ran to the equipment room.

The teacher had just come out of the equipment room when he heard what she said. He threw the sharp sword he had just taken out back into the equipment room and then quickly ran away from the training ground.

"The teacher is going to pick up a big prize, please wait a moment," the disciplinary committee member announced. "Now, the student council will simulate the competition process as a rehearsal for the year-end school-wide competition. Everyone is welcome to sign up!"

The other students in the student council set up a blackboard and began to draw a timeline of the competition.

Wow, he looks really serious!

"It's just a martial arts training session, what's going on?"

Many students were puzzled.

Kurara asked, "Lorenvie, can you guess what it is?"

"I don't know, it seems they got some information and changed the prizes at the last minute. But I'm sure there will be something good..." Lorenwei patted Meilan: "The prize level has been upgraded!"

"Then I'll go sign up!" Meilan ran to the student council on the sidelines and signed up with the second-year students.

Indeed, there are no restrictions; Meilan has successfully registered.

It's extremely rare for first-year students to dare participate in second-year students' martial arts demonstrations. After all, most students start with lower stats. And the few aristocratic students who already have a strong foundation disdain earning rewards.

The berserker's physical abilities were truly remarkable; he returned in a flash. What he was carrying attracted the students' attention from afar.

A golden bow that gleams with golden light.

"A level seven golden bow!"

Even the student council members were surprised.

The golden bow doesn't necessarily mean it's made of pure gold; rather, it's inlaid with gold wire to symbolize status. The key is that it's been magically enhanced, making it a precious object that constantly emits a golden glow.

The silver bow that Lorenve bought for Sylph was inlaid with silver wire, but it lacked this eye-catching golden luster, and was obviously much inferior.

A student who knew the teacher said, "This berserker teacher recently got engaged, and that bow belongs to his fiancée who retired from the mercenary profession."

Upon hearing this, the berserker teacher burst into laughter. He returned to the center of the arena, calmed his breathing, and raised the golden bow high, saying, "Not bad! From now on, I'll support my wife, so she won't have to risk being a mercenary anymore! She only bought this golden bow at the beginning of the year and hasn't even used it yet. Today, one of you students will get a free one!"