I am old. My ambitions and desires when I was young have faded like the tide, and now there are only faded memories left. I am grateful to be able to stay away from the mainland, live peacefully in a remote town, and wait patiently for the call of Goddess Keshila.

When I was about to lose my time, it was difficult to have any new things to arouse my interest. In order to kill time, I went to the old book shop in the town every day, checked the dusty old books, picked up one or two books under my armpits and took them home. In the long night, with the dim candlelight, I distinguished the faded handwriting. They were like blurry copper prints, overlapping with the scenes in my memory, vividly in my mind, as if yesterday.

It was in the old book shop that I found this memoir from Priscilla.

It was a turbulent era and a rising era. After hundreds of years of silence, the black magic rekindled and emerged from nowhere, rewriting the history of the Saro continent and opening the prelude to the rise of Kaben.

The spread of black magic is a disaster. The source of all this can be traced back to Bromin Island and to the Mist Moon Homicide... As one of the witnesses of history, I am both proud and sad.

Youth has passed and years have passed. I can fully understand how sad Priscilla Cachele, who was in her twilight years, stayed in the castle on Bromin Island, remembering the past alone. In her account, history has solidified from a special perspective, and every line of words and sentences are true portrayals of the time.

However, everything that happened at Bromine College is much more complicated than Priscilla records.

It is a mystery that no one can solve, drowned in the dust of history. If you want to know the truth, please follow me and go back to the past.

I arrived at Bromin College at noon on the first day of the fog moon. The weather was particularly good that day, and the sunlight fell on us like a golden arrow shot from the sun god.

It is said that even a ghost will not have evil thoughts when bathed in such a bright sunshine.

Tsenei led us under the agave tree and chattered about its glory and greatness. I listened absent-mindedly, and my eyes were wandering around the campus.

In the thick shadow of the wood-bearded tree, I saw Prince Alfred of the Oxkin Empire. Just a quick glance, I moved away and turned to the girls in costume on the lawn.

They gathered together in groups of three or three, whispering, the topic was nothing more than the elegant His Highness and the luxury of the imperial capital. For them, it was not an unattainable dream.

As we all know, the three major magic academies in Flynn are the places for the children of the royal family to study. The declining nobles and merchants in the Saro continent compete to send their daughters to them, hoping that one day the sparrows will turn into phoenixes and join the ranks of the top. Some of them seized the opportunity, climbed up the prominent branches, and became more of the playboys of the scattered scattered children, wasted their time, physically and mentally, and returned to their original life in tragic life.

There are speculators everywhere in this world, who pounce on every bright flame like moths.

The entrance examination for freshmen began. They walked nervously towards the stone spire and accepted the selection of the tutor. Among the slowly moving crowd, I deliberately slowed down and landed at the end, lowered my head and felt a little distressed.

No one noticed my strangeness. They were nervous and focused entirely on the test they were about to face.

Prince Alfred walked towards me from the blind spot of his perspective, deliberately lightly approaching, coughing and said gently: "Why not take the test? Freshmen applying for Bromin Academy must pass a special magic circle, and the three intermediate magicians decide whether to admit them."

I turned around quickly and looked at him, and my face showed a sense of shame and frustration. There was no doubt that Alfred was an outstanding handsome man, elegant and handsome. His only disadvantage was that his body was a bit feminine, which probably inherited from his mother.

"Based on how they performed when they passed through the magic circle?" I asked back.

"It's not exactly the case. The attributes of one's own magic power and understanding of magic are more important. This is a person's magical talent that determines his future achievements."

I laughed at myself: "As far as I know, most of them are noble children. They have been trained by magicians since childhood, and their understanding of magic is far more than that of ordinary people... In this way, I have no hope of staying in Bromine."

"If you hold a letter of recommendation from the royal family, then the so-called freshman test is nothing more than a formality - in fact, it doesn't matter if you don't." Alfred patiently enlightened me.

The other party has not yet identified his identity. Since he is willing to continue acting, I will accompany him. "Recommendation letter? There is a letter." I took out a wrinkled envelope from my close-fitting pocket. This detail made Alfred frown.

"Can you show me?"

I pretended to be hesitant and said sorry, "I'm sorry, the person who gave me this letter emphasized that I must hand it over to Prince Alfred of the Oxkin Empire. Do you know--"

"I'm Alfred."

"Your Highness, I am honored to see you. My name is Dino, Dino Lombard, from Frendsburg." My eyes fell on his chest, and it seemed that I noticed the badge representing the identity of Oxkin royal family.

Alfred must have been a little disappointed, rough, careless, and a little bit of aptly dull. This is the first impression left on His Royal Highness. I don't want people to think that Dino Lombard is a scheming shrewd man.

"Knight Anthony of Frendsburg is my old friend. I haven't seen him in several years. Does he still don't like taking a bath like before?"

"Yes, he said frequent bathing will damage your vitality." I handed the letter to Prince Alfred.

Alfred cut the intact wax marks with his fingernails, took out the letter paper and browsed it, and said with a smile: "Great Your Highness, the person you want has arrived. His full name is Dino Lombard. I believe he meets your requirements."

Anthony adheres to his usual military style, and his recommendation letter is written concisely and clearly without a single cliché.

"Your Highness, do I need to go to the freshman test?"

Alfred shook the envelope, "With this, you can go directly to Bromine Academy without the test."

"So... Knight Anthony is a member of the royal family?"

"No, of course not." Alfred laughed, "Don't worry, since he solemnly recommended you to me, I will write that key letter of recommendation on behalf of the Oxkin Royal Family."

"That's great!" I breathed a sigh of relief from my heart. There was no way out. If I couldn't stay in Bromine, all my previous efforts would be in vain.

"But... you are different from those freshmen who pass the test. They can choose to learn the appropriate elemental magic according to their own wishes. You must give up this power. Knight Anthony recommends you to Bromine to learn the ancient Hawkeye."

I clenched my fist with my right hand, and my fist was close to my chest, and said generously: "I am willing to accept this challenge! Dear Your Highness, Frendsburg has closed the door. Staying at Bromine College is my only opportunity and the greatest honor. I will not let you down and Knight Anthony down!"

"Just call me Alfred. At Bromine Academy, I'm just an ordinary magic trainee." Alfred smiled and reached out to me.

"Yes!" I gently held his fingers, as if I touched precious porcelain. I felt vaguely in my heart that according to the etiquette of a knight, it seemed that I should kneel on one knee and print my grateful lips on the back of the other person's hand. But... kiss a man... forget it, I subconsciously chose to shake hands.

Alfred looked at me with a critical look, and I could guess what he was thinking, just like listening to his heart.

The candidate recommended by Anthony is not as smart and capable as expected. Will he become a constant mistake and drag down the entire plan? But there is not much time left. He is the most suitable candidate that can be found at present and the last one...
Chapter completed!