As the most powerful empire on the Holy Continent, Alec has the most vast territory and has dozens or hundreds of subordinate kingdoms and principalities of all sizes.

The St. Yaman Magic Academy is located at the southern end of the rich empire and is more than a thousand miles away from the imperial capital. It is not suitable for long journeys with the guard of honor, and it is too burdensome.

Therefore, after leaving the imperial capital, the guard of honor was dismissed home, and Romney's carriage was escorted by the powerful Sanctuary Bain Hamm, and he rode alone, and rushed to the St. Yaman Magic Academy.

The Holy Land Dragon Knight is here, so it is worth the protection of thousands of troops, so there is no need for any extra guards.

Fortunately, the Fire-Eye Unisex Horse's footsteps are also very fast, and it can completely keep up with the ninth-level monster under Bain Hamm - Thunder and Earthly Dragon.

In less than three days, Romney, who was sitting in the carriage reading, heard Bain Hamm's respectful voice coming from outside.

"Your Highness, we're here."

Romney put down his book and walked out of the luxurious carriage, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

A majestic college is located on the top of a mountain range of 100,000 miles, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Outside the college, there are three waterfalls with three thousand feet of waterfalls, a surging mountain and river winding away, and there is no end to see.

A overpass spans a river, one end is placed on the shore of mountains and rivers, and the other end is straight up, entering the depths of the dense forest behind the college.

This overpass, which is thousands of feet long, is built with crystal clear crystal stones, and is shining with a colorful halo under the sunlight.

Looking further away, towering castles after towering ancient trees.

Various exquisite buildings are decorated in it.

The dark blue Jero flowers are all over the mountains. At first glance, they are blue and beautiful.

There were also magic beams rising into the sky, illuminating the entire sky with colorful colors.

In the sky and on the ground, those rare beasts that are rare outside can be seen everywhere.

Or jump through the forest, or circling and singing in the air.

"What a St. Yaman College."

Although Romney, the imperial prince who had already seen all the prosperity of the world, was amazed by the thrilling pictures in front of him.

"Your Highness, they are here."

Bain Hamm walked to Romney and looked at the huge academy built around the mountains in the distance.

With his cultivation level, he could naturally feel that at this time, many powerful auras were rising into the sky and flying towards this side.

He knew that next was His Highness’s most brilliant moment.

Several sacred tutors from the academy came in abruptly and bowed noblely to Romney, who was only fifteen years old.

"Welcome to Your Highness the Prince!"

You should know that even if the powerful men at the Holy Realm level don’t need to kneel down even if they see His Majesty the Emperor, they are now treated so politely to Romney.

...

July, harvest season.

It is also the season for St. Yaman Magic Academy to recruit new recruits.

The surging crowds lined up from the entrance of the college to the end of the overpass. The crystal overpass, which was a thousand feet long and ten-mile wide, had already been swept by one after another, and was crowded.

These people are not newborns.

It is an admitted candidate who is qualified to be tested.

This is only part of it.

The St. Yaman Magic Academy, which is well-known at home and abroad, even when it is abroad, many students want to come in even if they have sharpened their heads.

The St. Yaman Magic Academy is the oldest magic academy on the Holy Continent. Its teaching power is naturally unquestionable. There are even many holy mages who are willing to condescend to teach here.

It is because this is the only living god on the continent.

This is the cradle of the strong, and it has nurtured countless powerful beings. On the continent, countless myths and legends all started with Saint Yaman.

As the first college in mainland China, the threshold for entering St. Yaman is naturally very high, and the requirements can be said to be very strict.

The college not only values ​​magical talent, but also spirit, endurance, practice, understanding, and even the character of the mind.

Every year, hundreds of thousands of people who are eligible to participate in the selection have to go through the test of life-threatening test, and in the end there are less than a thousand people who can enter the school.

Many people died in the test.

However, even if the entrance examination and elimination rate are so desperate, it still does not prevent those who have magic dreams from coming in, accepting cruel experiments, and crossing the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops.

Even at the cost of life.

Here, any family background is not easy to use.

Even if you are a prince or noble, or even a royal relative, you must go through the process obediently. You can only enter the school if you meet the conditions, otherwise you will be sorry.

Romney is an exception.

As the dean of the Magic Academy, a god walking in the world and a disciple appointed by the God of Dharma.

Only he did not need to undergo any tests, and he would directly enter the school, and even some saint magicians would personally greet him.

In the dean's office, black curtains blocked the sunlight, and the ground was covered with soft and thick animal skin blankets, which were priceless.

In the ancient lamps hanging on the wall, it is not an oil lamp, but a luminous crystal that is the size of a fist.

This is the essence of thick soil.

The size of fingernails outside is enough to make people crazy, even the strong people in the Holy Land are moved by it.

But here, it can only be used as an oil lamp or other items for lighting.

Romney could roughly guess the temperament of the Dharma God through the surrounding furnishings.

This time I sat in the dean's office and waited.

Romney also met no less than ten Holy Land magicians who came to say hello to him.

Any of these top powerhouses on the mainland is enough to treat the major kings with courtesy and dare not offend them at all.

But before Romney, they were as kind as kind as a kind father and a kind mother.

Even, it's a bit pleasing.

Romney certainly understood what they thought—

As the instructors of the academy, even the sacred domain magicians, they are still happy to give themselves an additional disciple who has won the realm of the Dharma God.

The powerful people in the Holy Realm are naturally legends on the continent.

But a teacher of the Dharma God is enough to become an epic, passed down by countless people, and has been famous throughout the ages.

When faced with the concerns of several holy magicians.

Romney just politely and politely returned the gift and did not have a deep conversation with them.

Just as close or as far away.

He was waiting patiently for the appearance of the Dharma God teacher.

In the long-cooled tea cup, there were a few pieces of tea that looked like just picked, green and verdant.

This is a specialty of the elves living in the deep forest.

Drinking this kind of tea can slightly increase the affinity for magical elements between heaven and earth, and for magicians, it can also be regarded as a rare treasure.

This was also obtained by Saint Yaman Magic Academy at a certain price and exchanged with the elves, and was specially used for drinking by mentors and outstanding students.

However, no matter how magical its effect is, Romney is not very interested.

He doesn't need the assistance of such things.

Even so, Romney was bored and had a bite of it, and this cup of tea was almost over.

Fortunately, before he could finish his last sip, the man finally walked in.

He was wearing a gray cloak and holding a cane in his hand, which looked very delicate and gorgeous.

She had a head of silver-white curly hair, scattered behind her, and her long beard drooped to her chest, and she was meticulously taken care of.

His eyes were blue-green, crystal clear, and shining with the light of wisdom. His lips naturally rose, looking approachable.

It is a traditional image of a magician.

But it has a more vicissitudes of life than most magicians.

That is something that nothing but time can't be portrayed on the face.

He must be his teacher who has been missing for a long time since he was born.

The founder and dean of the St. Yaman Magic Academy, the god of Dharma walking on earth, Pro Dognos!

He looked in his forties and could not even see wrinkles on his face.

But in fact, he has lived for countless years, which is far longer than the history of St. Yamann Magic Academy.

Romney stood up and bowed to the person besides his father and mother for the first time.

"Oh, my dear child, you're finally here."
To be continued...