When the windows and doors of the large classroom were opened, the wraiths screamed and fled into the light, escaping through a small hole in the ceiling. The only ones who managed to stay seated or standing in the entire classroom, apart from Rody, Jill, Sonia, Elizabeth, and Hira, who were of unfathomable strength, were the silver-haired Aron sitting silently and coolly in the distance. Beside him, the fire mage Andrew, who had allowed the wraiths to drain too much of his magic and life energy, leaned against a table, pale as a vampire, and on the verge of collapsing.
The only ones barely standing, other than the incredibly strong Ollie, were the silent swordsman Benson. The tall Leo and the other three silver-armored youths had already fallen to the ground, unable to struggle to their feet.
"I am your swordsmanship instructor; you may call me Sean," a stern middle-aged warrior, wearing shining armor and with a voice as firm as iron, stood at the doorway. "Those who can walk out of this classroom have an hour and a half, including lunch and rest, then meet me in the underground training ground. Come in and drag these fellows out." The middle-aged swordsman named Sean turned and left, and a crowd of attendants rushed in, carrying away the exhausted Tommy, Terry, and others.
Before leaving, silver-haired Aron glanced at Rody, seemingly unintentional, and then took the lead to leave.
"Rody, he is not one of us..." Benson surprisingly walked up to Rody, nodded, and slowly left.
"The Felic Principality is full of talents, regardless of gender, but in reality, very few are truly loyal to the weak Felic Principality," Hira said with a graceful smile. "Aron's several brothers are all outstanding talents, but they joined the Great Frey Country and the Church of Light, not serving in Felic. It's uncertain what Aron's future will be; hopefully, he will be a bit different from his brothers."
"Why not persuade him to join Princess Ifis's knight order? Maybe he's interested," Rody inquired.
"If a man is outstanding, does he need to worry about not having beauties? Would anyone, under equal conditions, choose to devote everything to a weak country? If there are such people, they must be very few," Elizabeth said playfully.
"There will be," Rody said, glancing at the carried-out Tommy, Terry, and Leo, and smiled lightly.
After lunch, when Rody was about to rest, Tommy and Terry, previously weakened, walked in with a grimace, their frailty seemingly vanished, and their bodies seemingly recovered.
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"Darn, that recovery potion was so bitter and harsh, it was terribly hard to swallow!" Tommy returned and drank three bowls of water, still twisting his face in disgust.
"I think that potion also had a stench of smelly feet..." Terry's comment made Rody sweat.
"How come you, a skinny man, are fine?" Ollie also entered, followed by the shy Jill. She was very dissatisfied with Rody and banged on the table, "Did you do something to make the wraiths only chase us? Speak, you despicable scoundrel!"
Rody, lying comfortably, opened a book on alchemy and covered his face with it, falling asleep, completely ignoring her presence.
"Too arrogant! I'll kill you!" Ollie, furious, was about to draw her sword, but Jill held her back. Everyone else, expecting a good show, hid far away, holding their newly received lunches, eating and making faces.
When Rody got up, the room was full of people again. Elizabeth, Hira, and the silver-eyed Sonia had also arrived.
After chatting and laughing for a while, they all set off, led by two attendants, to the underground training ground.
"I haven't fully recovered yet, still feeling sore all over," Tommy, seeing Rody's energetic sleep, was very envious. Although he also wanted to sleep, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to talk with the beauties, so he could only envy Rody's comfortable nap.
"Actually, I'm quite doubtful that your body is all fat and has no bones," Terry hadn't finished speaking before Tommy rushed over, ready to hit him. The only person Tommy could bully with force was Terry, and occasionally he could intellectually bully the muscular Leo, but not often.
"Students, before I teach you swordsmanship, I will conduct a test," said Sean, the sword instructor, waiting for everyone at the entrance of the underground training ground. "There's a corridor inside. Only those who can run to the other end and exit qualify to learn my swordsmanship."
As soon as Sean finished speaking, a magical light wave flashed by. The students, puzzled, heard Sean continue, "
In a minute, a stone sphere will roll down the corridor, flattening everyone in its path. If you dare attack, the sphere will cause a powerful explosion."
"So, the idea is to run to the end exit before getting crushed by the stone sphere?" Terry asked, trembling.
"Yes," Sean replied solemnly. "Thirty seconds left until the sphere rolls. Good luck!" He stepped back, and the door immediately closed tightly, causing everyone to scream in panic.
"This area will explode in thirty seconds..." As soon as the magic amplifier started speaking, everyone frantically ran forward in horror.
"I really regret coming to this damned magic academy, help!" Tommy, running the slowest, was likely to be the first to be flattened by the huge stone. Just as he found the entrance to the corridor, the roof above opened, revealing a massive black stone sphere, perfectly fitting the corridor. Seeing the sphere's enormity, the students screamed, knowing there was no escape if it rolled over them. They had no choice but to flee into the corridor.
"This isn't schooling; this is practically murder!" Terry cried in terror, scrambling and crawling.
"Now is the time for smart people to use their intelligence! Haha, smart people are truly different!" Tommy somehow produced a skateboard with smooth wheels, which glided effortlessly on the ground. He stood on it and quickly surpassed everyone.
"Boring!" Silver-haired Aron, with a wave of his robe and a spin of his staff, flew forward like lightning, overtaking Tommy.
"This is just a child's trick!" Fire mage Andrew chanted a spell, bursting into flames that made him float easily, chasing after Aron and surpassing the astonished Tommy. The three silver-armored men also accelerated swiftly, passing Tommy one by one.
"Hey, Rody, they're cheating!" Tommy complained bitterly to Rody.