Chapter 17 Instant

When Lance saw the carriages of the nobles, he suddenly realized that he was afraid that he could not continue to ride the carriage at home as he had arranged now. Even if he wanted to ride his father Quinn Rossil, he would never agree, because in that conversation with his father at home, he showed his attitude that he wanted to practice well in the college as a civilian without some unnecessary external factors.

Lance thought for a moment that it was not a good thing not to take a carriage. Today's body is still too weak than at its peak. Now he can use his journey to and from the college and home every day to exercise his fighting spirit and leg strength. He used to train himself three times a day in the temple, and now he must not fall behind.

Thinking of this, Lance was lucky enough to pour his fighting spirit into his legs and hurried with his hands on his hands. In the imperial capital, it is easy to have unnecessary trouble if you run fast with fighting spirit, so Lance just walks. Although he does not run, he walks vigorously.

Forty minutes later, Lance arrived at his home, the door of Rosier's mansion. At this time, his fighting spirit stopped, and his legs were sore and sweating like rain. One hour is two hours. At this time, it took Lance 40 minutes to complete the whole journey, but he was not satisfied. No, it's far from the physical strength in the temple. And the speed is still too slow...' Lance thought, wiping away the sweat from his face.

knocked on the door, and soon a servant came and opened the door to welcome Lance in. As Lance expected, the housekeeper Wallace was already waiting at the gate. He has two dark circles under his eyes, and obviously he hasn't rested since he got up early today.

"Ah, young master, you are back. Is the college examination going well today? Wallace, the old housekeeper, saw Lance come forward urgently and asked. Then his eyes widened in surprise.

Because Lance's hands on his back moved forward, and a little cyan light on his palm was slowly dissipating. Previously, Lance held his fighting spirit and walked all the way. When he was at the door of his house, he was relieved and suddenly sweated. However, he carried his back behind him and had been holding his hands on the college uniform without dyeing the clothes at all. At this time, the fighting spirit that was dissipating in his hand proved his accurate fighting gas control ability. While evaporating the sweat in his hand, he did not damage the hospital uniform at all.

Of course, the old housekeeper who had no fighting spirit would not notice the cyan light on Lance's hand. He just stared at the white and black striped clothes on Lance's hand and said in a trembling voice, "Young master, did you succeed?"

Lance nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, Wallace. You can report what you have passed the hospital exam to your father. I need to go back to the house to rest for a while now.

Wallace nodded in a daze. In fact, he had no hope for the people at Lance's college trip today. A month ago, the temple knight assessment had failed, although after returning home, a fierce scene of beating the samurai was staged, which made everyone's image of Lansi's weakness. However, not many people still think that Lance can successfully pass today's hospital examination.

As one of the holy places of the empire, it is everyone's dream to enter and learn from it. At this time, the hospital uniform in Lance's hand undoubtedly slapped the people who looked down on him loudly.

Lance ignored the sluggish Wallace and the whispers of the samurai at home, and just went straight back to his room. Today, the battle with his tutor Yarus in the college really took him a lot of strength, and on the way back home, he was lucky and had a chance to consume his fighting spirit. At this time, he urgently needed to restore his physical strength and fighting spirit.

It was evening when Lance's practice was over, and the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled into his room through the window, reminding him that it was not early at this moment. Lance opened his eyes, and the cyan light flashed away from his eyes. He got up and exhaled and looked at the sunset thoughtfully.

Feeling the physical strength and fighting spirit that have not fully recovered to the peak in the body, and finally sighed when looking at the dark night: "If the fighting spirit does not return to the peak, it is naturally hungry. Without food to provide energy, even if it is the realm of the former swordsman, there is no way to maintain the peak combat effectiveness. I just don't know if I can not eat grains and drink dew if I arrive at the legendary holy land.

Out of the door, Lance went to the inner courtyard. When he walked to the depths of the garden, he still thought about things as usual, but found that the dining table in the depths of the garden today was a little different from usual. It's not that there is any difference in the food or the placement of seats. Just because there is one more person there. A person who should have been there but has not appeared for many years.

The golden robe was neatly worn on his body, with meticulously combed hair. Even at home, Quinn Rossil was never used to appearing in order to penetrate his rigor, which is why the former Lance has always been afraid of him. And the only thing that can prove that his clothes are not for fighting, but for a grand court ceremony, but for dinner at home, I'm afraid that the only thing can prove is his hand that doesn't hold a magic wand and a magic hat that has never appeared above his head.

"I met my father." Lance hurried forward and bowed and said.

"Well, sit down and talk about it." Quinn Rosier said lightly, making people unable to see what he was thinking.

After Lance sat down, Quinn put down his knife and fork and slowly swallowed the chewing food. Then he said, "You went to the college exam today, which is good, but don't be complacent."

"Yes, I understand."

"Well, I'm not surprised that you can pass the cultural assessment. Tell me about how the martial arts assessment of the college is carried out today. Quinn Rosil said quietly.

Lance responded respectfully, and then explained in detail the content of the assessment and the process of the battle after being admitted to the hospital today.

"Oh? Do you mean that you tore off the corner of the college tutor's clothes during the assessment? After listening to Lance's statement, Quinn suddenly asked.

"Yes, but in fact, it's just a fluke. The assessment was carried out in groups of ten, and the tutor's assessment all morning may be tired." Lance answered modestly.

"Hmm..." Quinn Rosier nodded. He knew very well that the tutors in the college were at least the strength of seniors. Those junior children would not be tired anyway, and it was almost impossible for them to touch their bodies. Then Lance could actually go further and tear off the corners of his tutor's clothes. It can be seen that he is extremely talented in the use of combat skills and fighting spirit. Quinn thought: My sons are really excellent. Although Lance has no magical talent, his talent in martial arts is also excellent.

Quinn thought of this and couldn't help but tilt the corners of his mouth slightly up. Maybe he didn't even notice it, let alone Lance, who lowered his head.

Looking at Lance with his head down, Quinn felt that he had paid too little attention to this child over the years. If he cultivated more of this child's talent, there might be no problem with the assessment of the temple a month ago.

"Well, Lance, you've been tired all day today, and lunch is useless. Take your time to enjoy dinner. You still have something to do for your father." With that, Quinn Rosier stood up.

"Ah, father, don't you eat?" Lance raised his head and asked with some loss.

In fact, Quinn just ate a little, but he didn't want to stay here to eat with his son. He would rather let the chef bring extra meals to his magic laboratory late at night. Because as long as he sees Lance, he can think of the happy scene of the family in this beautiful garden many years ago. Thinking of the beautiful woman and the frost magic that withered in front of him in the ruins of the street six years ago...

"Well, I still have an important magic study." Quinn Rosier said, and then he looked at Lance for thought and continued, "Although I'm admitted to the college now, remember not to relax and relax, and the daily training can't be left behind."

Lance nodded and agreed, and then his eyes suddenly widened. Because a magical scene was staged in front of his eyes. After Quinn Rosier said the last sentence, his body first lit up, then slowly faded, and then disappeared in front of Lance in a very short time.

This scene dispelled Lance's depressed mood a lot. Is this the magic of the top magician, the instantaneous skill?

In his previous life, Quinn rarely showed magic in front of Lance, and only used a fire magic and multiple fire prison skills when he met for the last time. However, the real magic attack at that time was not as shocking as the magic effect in front of it.

Lance lowered his head and smiled, thinking: His father is really straightforward. After explaining the previous sentence, I can't be proud and complacent, but I'm still worried. Immediately revealed his unfathomable magic and wanted to tell himself that there were people outside, and there was a day outside, so he must not relax his training.

Of course, Lance will not relax his training, and naturally he will not really be scared by this magic. Although he was a little disappointed about his father's departure, he was still happy to be cared for in such a way before he left.

After the meal, Lance returned to his room. The three rooms of the Lance brothers were in the outer courtyard, and everyone's residence was equipped with a small courtyard for their practice. The eldest brother Stan Rossil went to Saiwai to practice for many years. His second brother Burton Rossil followed the elders of the Magician Guild and heard that he had gone to the Warcraft Forest and had not returned home for a long time. Only Lance is at home now. He practiced a set of sword skills in his small yard, and then tempered his fighting spirit. After finishing it, he was about to go back to his room to rest, but suddenly looked up at the sky. The starlight tonight was extremely bright.

This weather is very suitable for practicing some stunts of the temple, but today's Lance is not sure whether to practice the powerful martial arts of the temple at home, because after all, his father is a powerful magician, and he doesn't know how to explain it if he finds it. Lance thought for a moment: Tomorrow will start the first day of practice of the college. Today, I'm tired enough. It's better to take a rest first.