take the lamb to school

The first class for new students——Divine Art Guidance Class, taught by Professor Dempsey with all his heart.

There was a crowd of people in the big class, Yi Ling and Bowen randomly found two empty seats in the middle and sat down, looked back and forth, and Lambert was sitting not far from them, turning his head and staring at them viciously.

Yi Ling pretended not to notice, took out the textbook from her schoolbag and put it on the table, and sat upright.

"Hey... look, that's the Gold kid. Who's that guy next to him? Why haven't we met before?"

"...It should be a civilian from other places. I saw that person arguing with Lambert yesterday."

"Lambert? Arguing with a commoner?"

"Sorry, maybe it's more appropriate to say that Lambert is making trouble for him unilaterally."

"You two, gossip behind people's backs is not a virtue worthy of praise by nobles." Bowen turned around and raised his eyebrows sarcastically, "It's even lower to be heard by the person involved."

The two of them shut up in embarrassment and didn't say another word.

Bowen wanted to say something, Yi Ling patted him and said, "Okay, Bowen. Professor Dempsey is here."

"Good day, children!"

Professor Dempsey strode up to the podium, scanned the classroom, and then nodded in satisfaction: "Everyone is here, it seems that everyone attaches great importance to my tutorial class."

"Then, welcome to the world of magic—"

He waved his hand, conjured a golden baton out of thin air, and wrote a line of words in the air.

—“What is God?”

Yi Ling read out: "God is, what..."

Soon someone raised his hand and replied, "I know, it's the God of Light!"

Many people echoed loudly: "That's right, Professor Dempsey, God is the God of Light! We have known it since childhood!"

"Is there only the God of Light?" Professor Dempsey emphasized again, "Are you sure that the only god in the world is the God of Light?"

"...and Luna, Professor Dempsey," a student sitting in the front row raised his head and wondered, "But hasn't Luna fallen long ago? Her miracle has not appeared for more than ten years ..."

Yes, and Luna.Yi Ling couldn't be more clear about this point. Aren't Lawson's father and daughter killed by a sorcerer who claimed to be the envoy of the Moon God?

"The disappearance of the miracle does not mean the fall. In fact, we have not received any indication of the fall of the moon god."

"The great God of Light has blessed the Pawawasi Continent for more than a thousand years. There is no doubt that he is our Father God. And the Moon God, whose appearance originated from the companion of the God of Light, has only stayed on the mainland for less than 30 years. Year."

"You were not even born when she came, so you don't know how bright the night sky was at that time. Why did the Moon God disappear? This is a mystery that even the first-generation Moon God envoys couldn't answer."

"We are very close to God, yet far away. More secrets will be revealed by your generation."

The topic ended, and with the golden light overflowing, Professor Dempsey's baton wrote another line.

——"What is your talent?"

This is a simple question.

"Next, it's time for everyone to show their talents." Professor Dempsey pointed to the student closest to him, it was a thin and small boy.

"Starting with you, Dennis."

The boy named Dennis looked proud: "I am the gold element, Professor Dempsey."

He flipped the palm of his hand, and a rose slowly condensed and floated unsteadily.

The rose flower is the symbol of Red Whistle Academy, and it is both cute and beautiful to use this flower as a demonstration.

"Good job, Dennis."

Professor Dempsey applauded: "Next."

Probably for comparison, next each student chose to use rose flowers to present themselves.It's just that according to the strength of talent, the shape of the flower can be big or small, and the condensing time can also be long or short.

Yi Ling was surprised to find that so far, all the students were gifted with gold elements, but others didn't seem to find this surprising.

Could it be that the vast majority of people in Minsaru are like this?

He recalled the carefree and happy time in Ailiang, and felt for the first time that he knew too few people and knew too little.

"My talent is... the voice."

A beautiful girl with brown curly hair stood up, with a confident smile on her lips: "I need the cooperation of a classmate, who is willing to help me?"

"I! I will, Pamela!"

A boy next to her raised his hand and volunteered.

"Thank you, my friend," Pamela nodded, "then please sing your favorite song."

Without shyness, the boy cleared his throat and began humming.

After hearing the first sentence, Bowen leaned over and explained to Yi Ling: "This song is called 'When the Light Comes', and everyone in Minsaru can sing it."

At this time, with Pamela flicking her fingers, the boy's humming sound gradually became louder, echoing in the huge classroom, and finally raised the tone of his voice to the point of ear-piercing.

Pamela smiled apologetically, flicked again, and the boy's singing stopped abruptly, but his mouth continued to move.

Everyone cheered, and the boy bowed without changing his face: "Thank you for watching my joint performance with Pamela!"

Obviously, they were rehearsed.Because the boy was not at all surprised that he was out of control.

But this doesn't mean that Pamela's talent may be fake, the God of Light is on top, how can ordinary people sing the voice at the end that is so sharp that it can tear down the roof?

"Great, Pamela," praised Professor Dempsey, "you are the second person I have ever seen with such a peculiar talent. The last one was Mrs. Huggins. You can ask her for guidance when you have time, I believe she will be able to give you the greatest help."

Mrs Huggins?

Speaking of which, she just showed off her silence skills last night.Then, her talent is the same as Pamela, it is "voice".

You are all great people.

Yi Ling silently clenched the corner of her robe, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"It's your turn, Ealing." Bowen tugged at his sleeve to remind him.

"My talent is also the gold element." Yi Ling stood up, stretched out his hand, and under the watchful eyes of Professor Dempsey and the whole grade, he condensed a pile of gold powder.

These gold powders didn't even show signs of forming, and they couldn't wait to float around as soon as they were born.

And he had exhausted his strength.

His face was pale, sweat dripped from his forehead and wet his eyelashes.

"...Yi Ling, are you okay?" Bowen supported him worriedly.

Everyone was stunned. It was hard for them to imagine that a person who could enter the Red Thorn Academy was so weak in talent!

Lambert immediately shouted angrily: "He must have forged the admission letter, Professor Dempsey!"