After the college competition, the president of Qiaodun College personally presented the award to him. This old man with some white hair on his temples was still strong and strong. He was wearing thick armor and a cloak. He put his hand on the shoulder of Darcy, who was almost unable to stand.
Gray eyes looked at the scarred young man.
"Very good, very good."
He only said these few words. The old general put the crown in his hand on Darcy's forehead. The shape of the crown was like sharp swords pointing to the sky, but only the sword in the middle was exceptionally straight and long.
, with diamond-shaped gems inlaid in the middle.
"Dulcie!"
"Dulcie!"
"Dulcie!"
At first, there were cheers from a few students here and there, then from all the students at Bridge Point College, and finally from the entire Emenas students.
Perhaps before, Darcy was just a not-so-famous student, but tonight everyone got to know this young man again, with the steel-like muscles on his shoulders and back, and the weird and deformed wrists and ankles caused by over-training.
All of them reflect his years of hard work and diligence.
The students not only cheered for Darcy's victory, but also applauded her hard work. Many students present had worked hard to varying degrees, but not every effort was rewarded, and uneasiness and loss often filled their hearts.
But today, Darcy used practical actions and achievements to tell these students that sweat and hard work are not meaningless, and bloodline and resources cannot define everything. Although every step is very small, it also has its own unique significance. The so-called victory
The tower is not sudden, but formed by the accumulation of countless small stones.
Among the cheering crowd, Jack also stood up with his companions. This time he did not continue to immerse himself in books, but stared closely at the student wearing a crown on the stage.
I really hope I can be like him.
The emotions welling up in my heart range from envy and jealousy to warmth and admiration.
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After the award ceremony of the college competition, the students gradually dispersed. Some senior students flew away directly, while other students who were not good at flying lined up and waited quietly for the elevator.
"Eidolon, wake up." Lorraine Hill shook the sleeping little guy on her knees, and then watched her slowly wake up by rubbing her eyes.
"What's wrong, Sister Luolan, ha~" She yawned, as if she hadn't had enough sleep yet, and stretched greatly.
"Get up, the game is over." Lorraine Hill pinched the little guy's waist, making her body tremble, and then she giggled.
"I, I'm up." The body jumped up quickly, and then jumped out of Lorraine Hill's arm range. Eidolon jogged a few steps on the empty steps before turning back, and its long twin ponytails swept across Wei's side.
Miya was grabbed by him.
"Let go, sister Wei Miya~" Ye Ling coquettishly begged for mercy, and then was directly lifted up by Bu Mansha behind her.
"You are finally willing to wake up and have pressed someone else's knee all night long." Bumansha firmly grasped Eidolon so that it could not move.
"Woo, I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it next time." Even though Ye Ling is very strong, most of her peers can't beat her, but Bumansha is an exception and can easily defeat her every time.
"Haha, little Eidolon finally met his nemesis." Lily made a face at Eidolon and joked.
In this way, eight girls in two dormitories stood on the bleachers where snowflakes were gradually falling, chatting quietly, with a few laughs coming from time to time, and quietly waiting for the crowd in front of the elevator to gradually disperse.
The next day during the day.
After thinking for a while, Lorraine Hill decided to visit the injured Ling Xin. Of course, he had to change his identity.
The place where the injured students were recuperated and treated was in the Qingquan Palace of Temple College. After asking about it, Lorraine Hill returned to the independent cabin and put on the long dress that she wore when she was Lacey in the past, a dress with the main body white.
The upper, waist and skirt are decorated with stars and hollow patterns, which are elegant and delicate.
Walking through the corridors under the sun and the courtyard with clear spring water, the silver-haired Lorraine Hill walked in the palace. From time to time, he would meet students in black and white uniforms and temple staff.
Because she was afraid that the other party would not recognize him, she did not wear the pendant and glasses given by Tidès today, but went to visit with her original appearance.
The sun shines on the soft and dreamy face, and under the silver hair are eyes as blue and transparent as the sky. Following his footsteps, the white shoes on his slender legs seem to be walking through people's hearts.
Bringing out ripples and ripples.
"Who is that girl?"
"So beautiful."
"Is this an angel?"
...
The whispers and discussions were accompanied by curious eyes, and sneak glances from time to time, which made Lorraine Hill secretly helpless. If he had known better, he would have put on his glasses first and then took them off, but there were a lot of people here.
Changing your appearance rashly may cause greater attention and commotion.
Let's do this for now. She quickened her pace, turned a few corners, and inquired about the location of the bell.
"Hello, can I ask Zaina, the student who was injured in the college competition yesterday?" Lorraine Hill asked a nun wearing a black uniform.
"Do you want to visit them? Please go that way." The nun pointed in a direction.
"Thanks."
Lorraine Hill walked to the other side. This side was a corridor in the palace. There were gems shining brightly above the head, illuminating the ground. Next to them were doors with room numbers written on them. It could be seen that there were many rooms here.
They are all casualty rooms.
There were not many people in the corridor, and occasionally students from other colleges could be seen, probably coming to visit injured friends.
"Excuse me."
A young man wearing a light green robe quickly walked past him. His left hand was bandaged. The leather bag slung around his waist almost scratched Lorraine Hill's wrist, but luckily she dodged it nimbly.
"Sorry, sorry, so sorry."
"I'm really sorry, because something is urgent."
The student hurriedly bowed, and Lorraine Hill said he didn't need to worry about it. Then he quickly left and continued walking outside.
When the student walked through the corridors and halls to the sparsely populated fountain courtyard, his steps slowed down.
"Erro, did you meet an angel just now?" A slightly frightened and trembling voice came from inside his leather bag.
"Angel?" The young Elro opened his leather bag and looked at the ghost hovering in the glass bottle. It seemed that he should be an old man.
"No...wait a minute, if you are talking about that girl, her appearance can indeed be called an angel."
The young man in green robe recalled the silver-haired girl he bumped into just now. Although he only had a quick glance, he was still very impressed.
"I'm not talking about the appearance, I'm talking about the real angel." The ghost in the bottle looked at the surrounding situation nervously, causing some people passing by to look at it curiously, and then continued to walk away.
In the Temple Academy where there are many angels and necromancers, ghosts are not uncommon, but it is a little strange that they are kept in a bottle.
"No way, the lowest angel is a Sequence 8 existence. If we want to say who in the academy is most likely to be an angel, it is the beautiful academy principal."
"No, no, no, I should be talking about an angel of a higher level, or a few levels." The ghost was a little anxious, and then asked the young man to put his ear closer.
"Just now I sensed an extremely pure soul in the leather bag. This is undoubtedly the characteristic of an angel, and may even be the highest-level angel. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Could it be a mistake?" the young man said hesitantly.
"How is that possible! Are you doubting the great Sodus? I was the great wizard of the Mercury Dynasty during my lifetime, and I experienced chaos disasters. I have actually seen angels." Ghost felt that his pride was offended.
"Okay, okay, no need to brag about your wonderful past. I think you should reflect on the fact that as the top wizard of the Mercury Dynasty, I was taught by Darcy in the same grade but was easily defeated by him.
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"Didn't you say that my talent is rare to see in a hundred years? Alas, my joy is in vain."
Although the young man said this, he was not really angry, he just wanted to fool this matter. He had more important things to do, and he didn't want to get involved with the angel. And this ghost old man wanted to
He looked for traces of the angel just now.
"Do you, a kid, have any dreams? Think about how prosperous the Mercury Dynasty was back then. It took the world as its own responsibility to suppress the vortex of chaos everywhere."
"Who would have known that later people were not as good as crabs, and later they had to lure angels to the lower world..."
"Stop, stop, stop...I still have things to do." The boy was about to put the bottle into his bag again.
"No, do you know what the lower realm of angels means? Chaos disaster..." His voice was muffled by the sealed leather bag, and the boy quickly walked out again.