Reg walked to the door and nodded politely to Dong Ling. Just as he was about to walk out, Dong Ling suddenly said: "Qingzhu, you just came here, so I'm afraid you're not familiar with it yet. Anyway, I want to eat too, so let's go together."
Let’s go to the cafeteria.”
Reg was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, mentor."
The two walked out side by side, and immediately attracted a lot of people's attention. However, Reg remained calm as if he had not seen him before. He just listened to Dong Ling's introduction to him about the college and class. Dong Ling saw this and couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart.
They were surprised, and secretly thought that this man was not very old, but he was quite determined.
Dong Ling is very popular in the entire Goldberg College. She became a student tutor at a young age. She has a delicate face and a proud figure, but she is not arrogant in her treatment of others, making her a popular favorite among most students.
There are even many brave students who have pursued her. There are endless pursuit tricks, but no one has ever succeeded.
Now that Dong Ling and Reg were walking side by side towards the canteen, it immediately aroused the jealousy of many people, and various words came from the crowd from time to time.
"Wow, who is that person? He actually wears a mask. He looks so cool."
"Damn it, why are you pretending to be mysterious? You are actually walking with the winter spirit mentor!"
"It seems like you haven't seen this person before?"
"Someone saw him in the morning. He came with another man and a woman. The woman also brought a rose mask, and the dean came out to greet him personally?"
"No, doesn't that have a great origin?"
All kinds of speculations emerged one after another for a while, but no one dared to come up and ask. Dong Ling and Reg just walked all the way to the school cafeteria.
Reg was wearing a mask, so it was naturally inconvenient to eat here. Otherwise, there would be no difference between wearing the mask and not wearing it. He nodded lightly to Dong Ling and said, "I will take the meal back to eat. Thank you, Master Dong Ling, for guiding me."
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Dong Ling seemed to understand Reg's approach and did not stop him. He just nodded and said: "Okay, you just came to school and live alone. If you don't know anything or need help, you can come to me."
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Reg nodded and thanked, and Dong Ling added: "Although the dean has told me that you don't need to care about your practice, if you have any needs, you can also come to me and I can help you arrange the fighter mentor you want.
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Faced with Dong Ling's enthusiasm, Reg was also quite moved. Dong Ling's eyes were very peaceful and kind, like a sister caring about her younger brother. Her words were kind and made people feel good.
After bidding farewell to the winter spirit, Reg returned to his place of residence alone under the surprised eyes of many students. He sat in front of the window, took off his mask and started eating. Looking at the willows blowing in the breeze outside the window, Reg suddenly felt that the school
The environment is really peaceful. These students can study and practice quietly here without having to worry about other things. It is indeed very comfortable.
On the way, Dong Ling had already introduced to Reg the classes in the academy. Because some of the people in each class were fighters and some were magicians, it was naturally impossible for them to take classes and practice together. Their practice was all following those from different departments.
Tutors, but they will also attend classes together, but the content of the classes is other than spiritual practice, such as the history of the empire that Reg just heard.
Of course, there is more than just the Imperial History course that is being taught together. There is a lot more that they need to learn.
Because Leg's practice was all done by himself, he didn't need to study with those fighting masters at all, so his time was free. But thinking about the school library that Dong Ling told him, Leg
Still quite excited.
The library not only has books on various courses, but also has many books on the training of fighters or magicians. There are even some magician training techniques or fighting skills for everyone to learn, but these fighting skills or training techniques are relatively comparative.
There are also low-level and high-level colleges, but they are only open to some people, or in other words, only some students have access to these relatively high-level things.
In the afternoon, Dong Ling sent Reg his student certificate. This is owned by every student. The student certificate has someone's name, class, and residence. This is equivalent to a student's pass in the college.
This certificate is required to enter and exit the college or go to many places such as the library.
The name column on Reg's student certificate simply wrote the word Qingzhu. This was obviously a privilege granted to him by Dean Alder. After all, Qingzhu was just a code name, not a real name.
He is probably the only person in the academy who wears a mask and uses a code name as a student ID, which is unprecedented.
In the afternoon, Reg was refining elixirs alone in his room. He was not used to practicing Dou Qi with the door closed in the room. He wore a God Refining Bracer on his wrist. The God Refining Bracer would increase with his strength.
And increasing the pressure and restrictions, that is to say, no matter whether he is walking or moving, he is practicing, and he needs to practice specifically. He prefers the kind of practice in a life-and-death struggle with monsters. Although it is more dangerous, the effect is not in the house.
It can be compared to practicing behind closed doors.
The first day passed so peacefully. Reg didn't even come out to eat dinner. He just ate some food from the space ring. Anyway, Reg was used to this kind of life without a meal.
The next day, Reg took his student certificate and went to the school library. Ever since he left Bali, he had obtained a copy of Lambert's Dou Qi Jue, which contained several fighting skills, and Reg had so far
, one of the above fighting skills is learned, and the second fighting skill must be learned in the Magic Fighter.
Reg also wanted to see if there was any fighting skill suitable for him in this library...
On the way here, Madam Qiangwei told Reg that although Reg didn't have to study with the tutors here, he could come and take a look at the library because there were many things in it, including some predecessors.
Cultivation notes, etc., will be of great help to practice. After all, a person is at a loss in a field that has never been reached. At this time, if someone gives some guidance, it is better than groping for several years or even longer.
Reg came to the library, handed over his student certificate under the surprised eyes of the librarian, and then slowly walked into the library under the surprised eyes of the other person.
Books, lots of books.
Reg looked around, but only saw a large row of bookshelves. These bookshelves had several floors, but they were filled with all kinds of books. There was only one thought left in Reg's mind. There were so many books.
, if anyone wants to read these books, I don’t know how long it will take...
Fortunately, these bookshelves have labels indicating the categories of books on the bookshelves, so Reg doesn't have to look for them aimlessly. Reg walked slowly into the library, looking at the contents written on the signs as he walked inside.
go.
Although many of the categories indicated on the labels made Reg interested in reading, Reg did not stop.
He doesn't have much time, only two months. Only by breaking through the Demon Fighters as soon as possible can he have a greater chance of winning the first place in these school competitions and getting the dragon's blood.
When he reached the water fighting skills area, Reg stopped, walked to the bookshelf, and began to read carefully.
Behind the bookshelf, there is a large area filled with neat tables, chairs and benches. Many students are sitting there with books and reading quietly. There are also many students who are leaning lightly against the bookshelf to read.
Reg wearing a mask attracted the attention of many people, but no one made any discussion. The whole library was still very quiet, but everyone's eyes glanced at Reg from time to time, wanting to see
Look what this strange guy is looking at.
Reg's attention has been completely attracted by the many fighting skills in front of him. This is the first time for him to see so many fighting skills. Although these fighting skills are relatively low-level, they are enough to shock Reg.
Already.
A college that is not particularly powerful already has so many collections of books and fighting skills or cultivation techniques used by practitioners. You can imagine the scene in Inte Di College, one of the five major colleges, and those
What behemoths like the Eight Holy Lands...
Reg spent two hours briefly looking through all the water-based fighting skills bookshelves, but he couldn't find a fighting skill that he liked. After all, most of these fighting skills were low-grade, low-level or low-grade.
Low-level fighting skills do not have great power or auxiliary effects in battle.
Reg's eyes turned around again, and his eyes fell on a stone staircase leading to the second floor. There was a light curtain visible to the naked eye at the entrance of the stone staircase, which tightly blocked the entire stone staircase.
There are several large characters at the top.
"Fighters or magicians can pass through magic barriers."
Reg frowned. When he came from outside, Reg noticed that this library is the tallest building in the entire Goldberg College, with at least six or seven floors. Now the road leading to the second floor is covered with
Is the magic barrier on the second floor, or even higher, only open to students with higher strength?
Reg walked slowly towards the entrance of the stairs on the second floor. His actions immediately attracted many students who had been paying close attention to him. Many students showed surprise in their eyes. It seemed that the masked student had reached the level of a fighting master.