01 Youngius

The Farsas Plain, located in the middle of the continent, is quite a good place. To the west is the trading city of Xilin; to the north is Bambo, the second largest city of the Oga Empire; to the east is Belsace, the important place of the Kingdom of Sa Prus, and to the south is the Imperial Re-exiled Olsen Fortress.

Falsas is still quite cold in the early morning in spring, and the vendors selling breakfast on the street will put their hands on the stove to warm up when no one comes to visit.

At the end of the street, it is the only castle where the nobles lived in the city of Falsas. The old count who is nearly 60 years old is the owner of the city and the owner of the city of Farsas. Whenever the old count comes out with his pipe made of green sandalwood, someone will always politely come up to call the master.

However, at this time, a dark-haired teenager usually appears at the gate of the castle.

The teenager's name is Suse Daupher, the fourth son of the old count.

To talk about the reputation of the four princes of the Ver family in the city, that's one word: strange!

The powerful power of magic is in the hands of the nobles. As an aristocrat, Xius has the privilege of practicing magic, but he has been practicing swordsmanship, which is simply incredible.

Since about ten years ago, at this time every morning, this strange child can be seen standing alone in the open space in front of the castle to practice swords. Year after year, in a blink of an eye, the six-year-old child has become a beautiful teenager. The only thing that remains unchanged is his appearance of holding an uncut steel two-handed sword. At this time, there are always a few hired swordsmen from the Dow Ver family around him to guide him, and he may practice twice when he is interested. Not only because of this infatuated young warrior's appetite for them, but also because of the psychology of showing off his ability.

After a burst of swords and swords, the middle-aged swordsman rubbed his painful right hand and was not in a hurry to pick up his blown sword. "Master Xiu, you have learned this sword for so many years. What are you going to do?"

The teenager named Seus seemed to be recalling the fight just now. Hearing the middle-aged man's question, the teenager looked slightly sluggish and subconsciously shook his head.

Looking at the still dull teenager, the middle-aged man smiled. This is also expected. The young master doesn't know why he always beats slower than others. He usually doesn't like to talk. He knows how to practice swords every day. He thinks that he has never worked so hard to learn swordsmanship for a livelihood. If others say that he has no big ambition to practice swords like this, he will not believe it, but it is really difficult for this child to see what his motives are. It seems that for him, practicing sword is not so much a means as a habit.

"There are probably few people in this small place that can win Master Xius in swordsmanship. Won't you try to practice that magic? Like you, you can practice something anyway!"

The teenager did not answer yes or no, but just gave a soft hum.

This is also an expected reaction. Middle-aged people just know what they say. Anyway, this is a noble matter. "Young master, I'll go to work first. The canteen over there is about to eat. Why don't you go and have some breakfast?"

"Lilia said she would send it later."

"With Miss Lilia, it's not my turn to worry about it. Young Master, I'll go there first!" The middle-aged man casually pulled up his sword on the lawn, wiped the mud-stained blade on the leather trousers and inserted it into the scabbard. After three steps and two steps, he entered the castle in a blink of an eye.

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

For some reason, it seems that the morning always passes quickly. Xiusi hasn't felt that the sun has hung high above his head.

Is it noon? As soon as the teenager realized this, a coquettish call came from behind him: "Brother Xius!"

Hearing this sound, Xiusi took a long breath, put away half of his practice, and turned his eyes to the person.

This is a blonde girl in a slightly Gothic style, with curly double ponytails swinging with her footsteps, and her petite figure gives people the illusion of a doll.

"Seus! This is today's lunch!" The delicate blonde girl held up the box in her hand like a treasure. Inside the exquisite mahogany box were black forest cakes and carefully cooked steaks enjoyed by noble families.

"Thank you today, Lilia!" The usually dull teenager rarely puts on a smile.

But like this, the girl named Lilia wrinkled her petite nose with dissatisfaction, "I've said, Brother Sus, don't put on that stupid look, what a shame!"

"Is that what I usually do." The thin teenager still hung the dull smile and took the box from the girl's hand. The box was quite heavy. He looks thin, but he eats a lot, which is probably related to his usual amount of exercise.

"Sus is a genius, and a genius must have the appearance of a genius!" The girl held out her flat chest and pretended to be a little adult. "How can the first genius swordsman of Dow Verl's family, no, it should be the first genius swordsman of Falsas always look stupid!" This will lose Farsas' face!"

"Don't say that kind of ashamed words, just be a fool who will say that he is a genius!"

"It's not!" Lilia hugged her hands and taught her a lesson, "Brother Xius is just a stingy hiding, hum! Obviously, he is a magic swordsman in the space department"

"Lilia, I said that I'm not a magic swordsman," the teenager looked at his sister helplessly. "I didn't learn any magic from my father at all, and I didn't go to Belsa College like you. Originally, I didn't even know half a spell. You can't say this nonsense. People from the Magic Guild will come to make trouble.

"Wow~" The girl curled her little mouth awkwardly, "Brother Xius, you are always like this. I have recommended you to the tutor. Now you insist that you are an ordinary swordsman, how do you want me to explain it to the tutor then!"

Covering his forehead, the teenager sighed, "Even if you are a magician, you are just a beginner who has been practicing for a year. Just because you lost to me once, did you even tell your tutor?"

"However, the tutor said that even a magician who has studied for a year can defeat a powerful swordsman." The girl's face was full of unwillingness.

Indeed, the girl is right. The power of magic is an absolute barrier. No matter how strong the swordsmanship is, it is difficult to defeat a trainee magician in frontal battle. That's because ordinary things can't resist the powerful power of magic, so most swordsmen will practice Some magic, on the one hand, can assist you in fighting, and on the other hand, you can strengthen your sword skills, and this kind of person is called a magic swordsman.

"That's limited to the situation where the swordsman can only use swordsmanship!"

"So, Sius is a magic swordsman, and he is a space magic swordsman!"

In this regard, the teenager can only smile helplessly. He does have magic, but he has not learned any magic, because he can't build magic, but this kind of thing can't be talked about.

"Well, in a word, let's eat first!"

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"Seus, I heard from Lilia that you have practiced magic?" At dinner, the majestic Count Dow Verre sat in the high chief and suddenly asked.

"It's not the practice of magic, it's just the inexplicable magic." Xius put down his knife and fork and stopped eating, looking at his middle-aged father.

"Do you have magic inexplicably?" The count pondered slightly, "Maybe it's a relationship between the Dowver family! The nobles should have magic. Since you have become a magic swordsman, let's go to Belsas College in the beginning of spring! As a member of the Dowaire family, you should do your duty.

The count's order was absolute, and the teenager nodded, "Yes, father."

"But, father, the family's place in the college has been used up." Anzac, the eldest son, who already has a child, has taken over nearly half of the family's affairs, and it is understandable that he is the eldest son who succeeded the earldom.

"Have the four places been used up?" The count did not hesitate to do this. "Sius, then you go to take the folk exam!"

"Puff." Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded.

"Ruhl, do you have any ideas?" Count Dowver hates people without etiquette.

"I remember that the quota for the private examination is 5,000 for one!" Ruhr, the second son of the Dauber family, is a standard playboy. He is fearless even in the face of 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 it is absolutely impossible for an idiot who only knows how to wave a sword every day. "

"I will try my best." Xius didn't care about the word, but answered seriously.

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

"The millennium mage Siribodi was indeed a beggar before he entered Belsa's College."

"You!" Ruhr, who was blocked from talking, looked ferocious, "You are a mixed-race bastard like your mother! Look at the difference between your black hair and black eyes and the demon clan outside the dragon gun fortress! That's not what nobles should have at all! You bastard, how dare you talk back to me here! Come on, throw this bastard out!"

"Ruhr!" The count slapped the table fiercely, "This is my decision! Do you still have me as a father in your eyes?"

"Your Excellency, Ruhr was just excited for a moment, and it was also Susi's rebuttal. Let's punish Teus to bear the tuition in the college in the future! The family's funds have really not been abundant recently. Mrs. Chell spoke lightly, and even the count had to bow her head. In this house, the second lady rarely spoke, but as long as she spoke, the count did not dare to disobey.

"...Okay!" The count took a deep breath, as if he had swallowed something, "Rull, sit down, Teus, tomorrow you take the fare to Belsas from Anzac. Don't lose the face of the Dawehr family when you get to the college. After you finish eating, you can retreat first!"

"Okay, father." From beginning to end, there was no expression on the teenager's face. After untied the scarf at the neckline, he got up and went out.

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At midnight, in the empty courtyard, the dark-haired teenager silently waved the cold sword with a cold light.

Yes, since the war that represented the end of God's creation 200 years ago, Elbrus has been walking some human beings known as the descendants of demons. Although in the past two hundred years of magic, people have proved that these demon descendants are completely like ordinary people except for black hair and black pupils, there are still many people who have indelible fear and hatred for the races that have brought great pain to human beings, and these hatreds are more or less vented to these On the descendants of demons with black hair and black pupils.

Seus' mother died when he was born and died of dystocia.

For good, the count still cares about the relationship between husband and wife. He raised Xiu Si well and did not treat him badly. However, the old count, who has six children, can only meet the child's needs materially. Fatherly love or something is just an illusory word.

Because he has not had a mother since he was a child, in the face of Ruhr's abuse, Susi does not have much real feeling. He is used to being called a bastard at home, but this does not mean that he is not angry, but this anger can only be buried in his heart. Joy and anger are not beautiful. This is a compulsory course for nobles, and impulses can only cause disaster.

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

Since he first touched the sword at the age of six, he has never put it down, because as long as he touches the cold metal, no matter how crazy the mood is, it will settle down in an instant. The whole world is silent in a kind of peace and tranquility, as if everything else has disappeared, leaving only himself and the cold in his hand. The metal.

Turning around and swinging, Seus's swordsmanship is neither fast nor fierce, but the overall feeling gives people a sense of coordination. It feels like watching a quiet dance, but if it becomes the opponent of this dance, then the quiet dance will turn into endless murderous intent, as if it were sleeping in the thin body. The monster in the abyss only opened one eye slightly, and the cold killing was enough to freeze his opponent.

And now Seus is especially true, although his sword still looks like water as usual.

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

"Sister Flora, what can I do for you?"

"I'll come to see you," Flora smiled as she looked at the quiet teenager in front of her. "Rull said something too much. Don't worry about it."

"Ye, I'm used to it."

"Are you used to it? Soon you don't have to get used to it," Flora patted the teenager who was already about the same height as her. "Belsus has a lot of black hair and black pupils. No one cares about this. As long as you get into the college, you will soon get rid of the Ruhr guy."

"I will definitely pass the exam."

"I believe that Sus will definitely pass the exam. Sus is a genius swordsman!" Speaking of this, Flora couldn't help laughing.

"That's Lilia's nonsense." Facing the girl's joke, Xiusi showed a panicked 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 laughed enough and raised her head. "Since I was a child, I know that you are a personality who can't say anything. I'm really afraid that you will get sick and go to college. It's good to make more friends at your age. Do it, don't wave around with the sword every day.

"Is there still a sister who cares about me?" The teenager who said that smiled innocently.

"Then you also need friends," the girl felt that her brother needed to preach well. "Otherwise, practicing swords every day will really become a nerd! I don't want this, and you should be the age of a girl! There are no friends of the same age, which is a big problem! Do you hear that?"

"Yes, yes, I know."

"Every time you are so perfunctory," the girl held her forehead helplessly. "Forget it, anyway, you will naturally make friends when you are admitted to the college. Anyway, you must be admitted. I'll wait for you in the college!"

"Definite!"

"I have an appointment!" The girl who said this turned around and left, leaving only a trace of dark fragrance behind her.

Looking at the departing figure, the teenager clenched his fist slightly and replied in a voice that he could only hear, "I have made an appointment."