The Falthas Plain, located in the middle of the mainland, is a pretty good place. To the west is the trading city Xilin; to the north pass through the swamp is Banpo, the second largest city of the Oga Empire; to the east is Belsas, the important place of the Kingdom of Saporus, and to the south is the Imperial Chongguan Olsen Fortress.

In early spring, Falthas is still quite cold in the early morning. The vendors selling breakfast on the street would put their hands on the stove to warm up when no one came to visit.

At the end of the street is the only castle where the nobles of Falthas lived. The old Count, who is nearly 60 years old, is the owner of this city and the owner of this city. Whenever the old Count comes out to patrol with his pipe made of blue sandalwood, someone will always be diligently going up to call the master.

However, at this time, a black-haired boy usually appears at the entrance of the castle.

The young man's name is Seus Dover, and he is the fourth son of the old earl.

If you talk about the reputation of the four young masters of the Ver family in the city, it is just one word: Strange!

The powerful power of magic is in the hands of the nobles. As a nobleman, Seus has the privilege of practicing magic, but he has been practicing swordsmanship. This kind of thing is simply incredible.

About ten years ago, every morning, you can see this strange child standing alone in the open space in front of the castle to practice swords. Year after year, the six-year-old child at that time has become a pretty boy. The only thing that remains unchanged is his appearance of holding a steel-handed sword without a blade. At this time, there are always a few Daofan's hired swordsmen around him to guide him, and he may practice for a while when he is interested. Not only is this crazy young warrior who has a taste for them, but perhaps he also has the mentality of showing off his abilities.

After a series of swords and swords intersected, the middle-aged swordsman rubbed his right hand that was shocked and felt a little painful, and did not rush to pick up the sword he had been knocked away. "Master Xius, you have been learning this sword for so many years. What are you planning to do?"

The boy named Seus seemed to be still savoring the fight just now. When he heard the middle-aged man’s question, the boy looked slightly stagnant and subconsciously shook his head.

Looking at the still dull boy, the middle-aged man smiled. This was also expected. The young master didn't know why, and he always did a beat slower than others. He didn't like to talk and knew how to practice sword every day. I remember that he had never tried so hard to learn swords for his livelihood. If others said that he had no ambitions in practicing swordsmanship like this, he would definitely not believe it, but it was really hard for the child to see what his motivations were. It seemed that for him, practicing swordsmanship was not so much a means, but it was better to say that it was a habit.

"There are probably not many people in this small place, Falthus, who can win you in swordsmanship. Don't you try to practice that magic? You can learn something like your energy to practice things!"

The boy did not answer yes, nor did he answer no, but just gave a soft no.

This is also an unexpected reaction. The middle-aged man knows that he has said it. Anyway, this is a noble matter. "Young master, I'll go and have a busy schedule. The canteen is about to open there. Wouldn't you go to have some breakfast too?"

"Lilia will say she will deliver it."

"It's not my turn to worry about Miss Lilia. Master, I'll go first!" The middle-aged man pulled up the sword he had stuck on the lawn, and indifferently smeared the blade of the dirt on his leather pants and inserted it into the scabbard. He walked in two steps at a time, and entered the castle in a blink of an eye.

The boy looked at his sword blade and tilted his head slightly and didn't know what he was thinking.

For some reason, it seemed that morning time always passed quickly. Sius hadn't felt that the sun was already hanging high above his head.

Is it noon? As soon as the boy realized this, a cute and coquettish call came from behind him: "Seusgow!"

Hearing this voice, Seuss let out a long sigh, put away his half-trained posture, and turned his gaze to the person who came.

This is a blond girl in a slightly Gothic style. Her curly ponytails sway with her steps. Her petite figure makes people feel like a doll.

"Siusgow! This is today's lunch!" The delicate and charming blond girl held up the box in her hand like a treasure. The exquisite mahogany box was filled with black forest cakes and carefully cooked steak meat that only noble families enjoyed.

"Thank you today, Lilia!" The dull boy smiled rare.

But that's it. The girl named Lilia wrinkled her petite nose in dissatisfaction, "Everyone said, Seusgow, don't show that stupid look, it's so embarrassing!"

"Isn't this what I usually look like?" The thin boy still took the box from the girl with that dull smile. The box was quite heavy. He looked thin, but Seus's appetite was very large, which probably was related to his usual exercise.

"Shiusgow is a genius, and genius must look like a genius!" The girl stood up with her flat chest and looked like a little adult. "The best genius swordsman in the Daover family, no, it should be the best genius swordsman in the Falthus, how can he always look stupid? This will ruin Falthus' face!"

"Don't say that shameful words, you will only be fools who say you are a genius!"

"No!" Lilia hugged her hands and taught a lesson, "Shiusgow is just a stingy hiding her own personalities, hum! She is obviously a space-based magic swordsman."

"Lilia, I'm not a magic swordsman," the young man looked at his sister helplessly, "I didn't learn any magic from my father, nor did I go to Bielsa College like you. Originally, I didn't even know a single spell. I can't say this nonsense. People from the Magic Guild would come to cause trouble."

"Woo~" the girl curled her lips awkwardly, "Siusgow, you always do this. I have recommended you to your tutor. Now you insist that you are an ordinary swordsman. How do I explain it to the tutor when the time comes!"

Covering his forehead, the boy sighed, "Even if you are a magician, you are just a master of the original intention that you have practiced for a year. Just because you lost to me once, did you even say your tutor?"

"But, however, the instructor said that even a magician who has been practicing for a year can defeat a powerful swordsman." The girl's face was full of unwillingness.

Indeed, the girl was right. The power of magic is an absolute barrier. Even if it is powerful, it is difficult to defeat an intern magician in front of the battle. That is because ordinary things cannot resist the powerful power of magic, so most swordsmen will practice some magic. On the one hand, they can assist themselves in fighting, and on the other hand, they strengthen their sword skills. This kind of person is called a magic swordsman.

"That's only when that swordsman only knows swordsman!"

"So, Seusgow is a magic swordsman, and a space magic swordsman!"

The boy could only smile helplessly. He did have magic, but he did not learn any magic, because he could not build a magic trick, but this kind of thing could not be said randomly.

"Okay, in short, let's have a meal first!"

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"Xius, I heard Lilia say you have practiced magic?" After dinner, the majestic Count Dao Verde sat in the high chief and suddenly asked.

"It's not about practicing magic, it's just a magic power that you have inexplicably." Sius put down his knife and fork and stopped eating, looking at his middle-aged father.

"Do you have magic inexplicably?" The Count pondered for a moment, "Maybe it's the blood of the Daofan family! The nobles should have magic. Since you have become a magic swordsman, then go to Belthus Academy in the beginning of spring! As a member of the Daofan family, you should fulfill your obligations as a member."

The Count's order was absolute, the young man nodded, "Yes, Father."

"But, father, the family has run out of quotas in the academy." Anzac, who spoke out, had already owned a child, has taken over nearly half of the family's affairs, and it is understandable that the eldest son who took over the title of Earl was also the eldest son.

"Have the four quotas used up?" The Earl did not hesitate about this, "Sius, then you go and take the folk exam!"

"Puff." Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded.

"Ruer, do you have any ideas?" Earl of Verde hated people who were not etiquette the most.

"I remember the quota for the folk examination is 5,000 yuan!" Ruer, the second son of the Daofan family, is a standard playboy, and he is not afraid even when facing the count. Because of his mother's family, her status in the family is higher than that of Anzac's mother, the Countess. "I just think that the idiot who only knows how to swing the sword every day is absolutely impossible to pass."

"I will work hard." Sius did not care about that word, but answered seriously.

"Ha! If you work hard, you can succeed even if you work hard, then all beggars can enter the Demonic Academy."

"The Millennium Mage Siribodi was indeed a beggar before entering Belthus Academy."

"You!" Ruer, whose chore was blocked, looked ferocious, "You are like your mother, both mixed-race bastards! Look at your black hair and black eyes, and the demons outside the Dragon Spear Fortress! That is not what the nobles should have at all! You bastard dare to talk back to me here! Come on, throw this bastard out for me!"

"Ruer!" The Count slapped the table hard, "This is my decision! Do you still have my father in your eyes?"

"Sir Earl, Ruhr was just excited for a moment, and Sius was talking back, so I punished Sius to pay for the tuition for the college in the future! The family's funds are indeed not sufficient recently." Mrs. Chel spoke lightly, and even the count had to bow her head. In this family, the second wife rarely spoke, but as long as she spoke, even the count would not dare to disobey it.

"...Okay!" The Count took a deep breath, as if he had swallowed something, "Rul, sit down, Seus, tomorrow you will receive the fare to Belsace from Anzac. Don't lose the face of the Dover family when you arrive at the academy. After you finish eating, you can leave first!"

"Okay, father." From beginning to end, the boy showed no expression on his face. He took off the scarf on the collar and got up and went out.

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At midnight, in the empty courtyard, the black-haired boy silently waved the cold sword, the cold sword carrying a cold light.

That's right, since the war of deities that ended in the God Genesis two hundred years ago, the Elbruce continent has been walking some humans called demon descendants. Although the magic date has proved that these demon descendants are exactly the same as ordinary people except for black hair and black eyes, there are still many people who have irrevocable fear and hatred for those races that once brought great pain to humans, and these hatreds have been vented more or less on these demon descendants with black hair and black eyes.

Sius's mother died when he was born and died of dysfunction.

Fortunately, the Earl was still caring about the love between husband and wife, and raised Sius well and never treated him unfairly. However, the old Earl, who already has six children, can only meet the needs of the child in material terms. Father's love is just an illusory word.

Because he had no mother since childhood, Sius did not feel much real in the face of Ruhr's insults. He was used to being called a bastard at home, but this does not mean that he was not angry. However, this anger can only be buried in his heart. Joy and anger are not reflected in his expression. This is a compulsory course for the nobles, and impulse may only cause disasters.

Fortunately, for Sius, he still has his own meaning, that is, the sword.

Since he first touched the sword at the age of six, he had never let it go, because as long as he touched the cold metal, no matter how crazy the emotions were, he would instantly calm down. The whole world was quiet in a kind of tranquility and tranquility, as if everything else had disappeared, leaving only the cold metal in himself and the hand.

Turning around and waving, Seus' swordsmanship was neither fast nor ruthless, but overall, it gave people a sense of coordination. It felt like watching a quiet dance, but if he became an opponent of this dance, then the quiet dance posture would transform into endless murderous intent, as if a monster in the abyss was sleeping in his thin body. He just opened his eyes slightly, and the cold murderous intent was enough to freeze his opponent.

This is especially true for Sius now, although his sword still looks as quiet as ever.

"Xius, you are indeed here." A slightly cold voice, with a little concern, Sius turned around and saw a tall blonde beauty.

"Sister Frola, is there anything you need to ask me for?"

"I'll see you," Flora smiled slightly at the quiet boy in front of her. "Ruer's fool said something too much, don't take it to heart."

"Yeah, I'm used to it."

"Are you used to it? You won't have to get used to it soon," Flora photographed the boy who was almost the same height as her. "Belthus has many people with black hair and black eyes. No one cares about this. As long as you get into the academy, you will soon get rid of that guy Ruhr."

"I will definitely pass the exam."

"I believe Sius will definitely pass the exam. Sius is a genius magic swordsman!" Flora couldn't help laughing when she said this.

"That's what Lilia said nonsense." Facing the girl's teasing, Sius showed a panic expression for the first time.

"That little girl, all those who can beat her are geniuses. I don't know who learned this logic from," the blonde girl smiled enough and raised her head. "I have known since I was a child that you can't say anything. I'm really afraid that you will get sick. It's good to go to college. It's okay to make more friends. You should do at your age. Don't hold your sword and wave it every day."

"Isn't my sister still caring about me?" The boy said this and smiled innocently.

"Then you need friends too," the girl felt that her younger brother was very necessary to preach, "Otherwise, you will really become a fool when practicing sword every day! I don't want this, and Sius, you should find a girl at the age of a girl! There is a big problem if you don't have a friend of the same age like this! Didn't you hear it!"

"Yes, yes, I get it."

"Every time you're so perfunctory," the girl held her forehead helplessly, "Forget it, you will naturally make friends if you get into the college. In short, you must pass the exam, I'll wait for you in the college!"

"must!"

"I've made an appointment!" The girl who said this turned around and left, leaving only a faint fragrance behind her.
Chapter completed!