In the early morning, Roy, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, and in the dark golden pupils, a brilliant elemental rainbow flashed.

Then he stretched out his index finger with his right hand and gently hooked it. The wet water vapor quickly condensed in the air, forming a transparent water droplet the size of a fingernail, which surrounds leisurely and circles with his will.

After a moment, the water droplets collapsed, and an orange flame was born out of thin air, jumping lively and annihilated. Suddenly, a light breeze blew out the flames, brushing across the ground, rolling up a ball of moist clay.

The four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, and four insignificant magic tricks are displayed one by one in Roy's hands.

Since meditation entered lv6, his elemental affinity has been improved again, which is reflected in the fact that his control over elements has increased and the release of the magic seal is smoother.

Including it, it is the change in meditation of the void.

After entering meditation, in addition to the colorful elemental particles, Roy further sensed four hazy and huge light balls, hanging in the sky far away, and constantly sucking chaotic energy.

According to Reso, the four light groups are the four elemental planes of the earth spirit, dijing, water fairy, and fire monster.

The deeper the meditation attainments, the stronger the elemental affinity, the closer the connection with the four planes, and the clearer the perception.

The legendary magic master can even use meditation to communicate elemental planes, use special skills to capture, tame the four realm spirits, and use this to control powerful energy.

Of course, all these incredible skills have nothing to do with Roy. At present, he is inferior to a warlock apprentice. He can only use rounds of complete meditation to restore physical strength and magic, and at the same time add the daily "activation".

A normal witch hunter has to meditate for decades before he can achieve the lv6 attainment. Resor, Oaks brothers, and Flius are almost at this level.

And he used his skill points to directly cross this long training process, what else is there to be dissatisfied?

As long as he continues to improve meditation and strengthen the ancient blood, sooner or later, he will be able to release spells as he wishes.

With beautiful hope in hand, the black-haired witch hunter stretched comfortably, his eyes crossed the end of the horizon, and the dawn shone out the exquisite outline of a town.

Ossenfort, it's almost here.

...

In the bright sunshine, a wind blows from the southern delta, with a salty and fishy smell of sea water.

Amid the crisp sound of horse hooves of "Deer Deer", several dusty knights slowly rode on a muddy and crowded street, while looking at the wonderful street scene of Ossenfort-

How to say it is a colorful wooden town. Its scale is far from as big as the world-renowned reputation. The streets are narrow, and the buildings are small and exquisite, with pointed roofs.

The population is much larger than that of ordinary towns.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

The group walked along the street, looking at the dense workshops, studios, stalls, and shops of all sizes.

Tens of thousands of goods are produced and sold in these places, including ordinary daily necessities and many designs that are difficult to find in the world, from the wonderful ideas of teachers and students of Ossenfort College.

Its functions are either incredible or meaningless, but there is always no shortage of interested speculators, and clients around the world.

These attracted people replenish the town with fresh blood and vitality again and again. There is no doubt that Ossenfort Town relies on Ossenfort College in all aspects.

The college has nurtured the smartest mind in the world, and smart people often know how to enjoy it better.

In addition to the boring workshops, Ossenfort Town also has a variety of hotels, taverns, stands, cottages, counters and portable grills.

Those places are filled with exquisite dishes with good color, fragrance and taste. Not only the ingredients themselves, but also the seasonings, side dishes and spices are unique in the world.

Only Ossenfort can enjoy it all too often.

Knowledge makes people smart and can also make people "romantic".

The witch hunter turned his horse's head and carefully avoided several drunkards who were tilted and rushing around on the street. They exposed their breasts and were only wearing white shorts. The young face was red and their mouths were recited intermittently. They should be male students from Ossenfort's Narrative Poetry and Poetry Academy.

In the tavern next to the street, guests raised their goblets and large beer mugs from time to time, making a crisp collision, and giving students a kind laugh through the window.

The crowd, who did not have too many literary and artistic cells, smacked their lips and continued to move towards the Academy Island.

They walked through the crowds of people walking down the street and entered a more noisy place.

Hawkers, stall owners and scammers shouted loudly about their goods and services, and contributed to the chaos around them.

"Groundhog, roasted groundhog! It's burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, addictive in one bite!"

"Incense spray! It is specially used to cure stinky feet, and it will definitely be more fragrant than roses after use!"

"Cat! Male cat! Female cat! Orange cat! Time charge, allowing you to ease your stress by petting your cat. It's cheap, very cheap!"

"What do you mean by cheap?" Roy bit a string of grilled squids that looked like shoes, curiously looking at a tabby cat.

Thin chaotic energy tangled around the kitten.

"Two kids per minute!"

"Gu—"

Golfin in the hood jealously pulled the back of the owner's head, and Roy had no choice but to urge Wilt to continue moving forward.

Then they passed a barber shop, an ocarina shop, and a brothel called "Rosebuds" decorated with dark red curtains. Little Carl behind him looked over there curiously. The witch hunter quickly left, dismounted and led the reins of the horse, and walked towards the door of the philosopher behind a bridge, which was the main entrance of Orsenfort Academy.

However, at the gate, the witch hunter encountered some trouble, and two large and round security personnel holding sticks stopped them.

"Sorry," the security guard looked at Reso's bald head and body, and the pair of beastly pupils beside him, and swallowed, "Outsiders need to make an appointment three days in advance to enter the academy. Several people cannot enter now."

"Isn't there a guest registration?" Roy asked. "Can't we sign our names?"

"Feel sorry."

The witch hunters did not realize that from White Bridge to Orsenfort, they spent three days in a nervous journey, and did not take care of their personal hygiene along the way. Neither men nor women became unkempt and unkempt.

Especially several old witch hunters, ferocious, rough stubble, greasy hair, and smell of sweat.

It is not much more decent than the beggars sleeping on the streets.

"Can't be compatible?"

"Feel sorry."

"That's a pity." Oaks sighed.

"Or we'll make an appointment first." Flius looked at the disciple who was begging and thought, "It should be no problem to delay three days?"

"It's not necessary to be so troublesome," Roy said to the security guard. "I know a teacher from Orsonfort."

"who?"

"Linus Pete, Master's Supervisor and Lecturer in the Department of Natural History, can we get in?"

"Please wait, I'll confirm it."

"Little kid, when did you meet the teacher of Niubao?" The bald man said in surprise with his hands on his chest.

"Didn't I leave for a while in Sintra? That's when I was on the Yaruga River."

On that journey, the witch hunter met White Wolf and escorted Ciali out of the Brockleon Forest.

...

Five minutes later, the fat security guard returned to the philosopher's door with a man wearing a fat gray satin fir and was as thin as a scattered pole.

"Mr. Pete, long time no see!" Roy waved to him enthusiastically.

The man did not answer, but kept coming to him, almost facing him, glaring for three seconds, then suddenly realized and patted his head, "Isn't this Master Roy?? Please forgive my negligence. You know, my eyes are not very good!"

Linus Pitt glanced at the big men.

"What's the point of being here for the master?"

"We have been acquainted with the academy for a long time, and just passed by Osenfort and wanted to come in and take a walk around. By the way, they are all my friends..."

"Everyone, welcome!" Linus narrowed his eyes and swept the witch hunters around because of his high myopia, shook hands one by one and introduced themselves enthusiastically, without disgusting the odor on everyone's body. "It just so happens that today is a day off, so I can do my best to be a landlord, and thank Master Roy for his pertinent advice last time." Linus Pitt winked at the security guard.

The latter happily helped the witch hunter to take the horse out of the stable.

Roy took the hood behind Li's head, making Golfin lying more comfortable inside, and then followed Linus Pete through the door of the philosopher and introduced him a few companions.

"Mr. Pete, what did you mean last time?"

"About the octopus monster, it should be called Pitt's long book now. Last time I was in Nastrog, didn't you suggest me to go to Hidalis to ask for help from a warlock Dorigare?"

"You two must have endless topics to talk about." The witch hunter thought about it and smiled.

"As you said, Master Roy," Peter exclaimed, "Dorigale is an amazing figure, his understanding of wildlife and natural laws is thought-provoking. He and I got to know each other at first sight, and chatted all night that night. During the day he happily opened the portal to Orsenfort for me, and let me and Changshu return to the academy."

"Then how is the 'Peter' you raised now? Are you still alive?"

"You will know later." The Niubao scholar kept a secret. "Now--" he felt the unconcealed novelty of the group, and he raised his head and chest slightly proudly.

"I'll introduce the great Orsonfort Academy to several."

...
Chapter completed!