In the land where sword and magic coexisted, young people always yearned for the world of magic, thinking that it was incomparably magnificent, so countless magic schools sprang up one after another.
The Saints Magic Academy was just one of the countless, unremarkable, third-rate magic academies.
And in this college, there was an ordinary accident happening.
The dormitory area
Sheffield went back to his dormitory.
This was a small room with two narrow beds, both against the wall. A window was opened in the middle of the two beds, which was carved with an intricate pattern.
The window faced a dark brown fireplace, in front of which a small table was set.
His roommate was sitting at the table.
The roommates na was Micah Rahman.
The Rahman family na was not a prestigious family, but a declining noble family who could no longer decline, so Micah was reduced to living in this third-rate magic academy.
Their conflict stemd from necromancy magic although magic flourished and various factions existed, almost all magicians explicitly resisted necromancy magic, and necromancers were considered to be creatures that should be banished from the human realm.
And yesterday, Sheffield inadvertently discovered that Micah was using necromantic magic.
Sheffield also held a rose in his hand, which was at its peak of bloom, he had always liked this kind of flower, which was so bright that it was almost dark.
He placed the rose gently in the vase only one red rose drooped in the vase.
Micah raised his head, and when he saw this scene, his body couldnt help shaking, Are you going to report ? He had been studying necromancy for a long ti, often in anxiety and fear, and there was even a feeling of relief after being discovered.
If you report , Ill drag you down with .
Sheffield raised an eyebrow: What are you going to drag down with?
Micah had borrowed a book from the library, which was also placed on the table. But he now recalled the contents of the book, only to feel a little chill erge from his heart.
I went through the history of the continent. As early as a hundred years ago, magicians and knights had almost wiped out the demon lords. There are only so demon lords that are still sealed And among these sealed demon lords, there is a na called Micah was suddenly unable to speak.
Sheffield laughed: Sheffield, theres a man nad Sheffield. Its a coincidence, isnt it?
Micahs face beca even more ugly, in his point of view, even if these demon lords were still alive, they should hide and not dare to reveal themselves in the slightest, but Sheffield didnt have the slightest intention to hide, he didnt even hide his na.
You are not worthy enough for to hide my na. Even if you discovered it, you cannot hurt . Sheffield propped both hands on the table, his body leaning forward slightly.
The smile on his face was almost warm: So what do you want to do now? Go ahead and say it, do you think anyone will believe it?
Sheffield had always excelled in his magic coursework and was courteous to people.
The most important thing was that he didnt match the usual image of a demon lord.
He had light blond hair that looked dazzling in the sun, and his eyes were gray, and when he looked at you, it would make you feel as if you were deeply valued by him.
Sheffield was kind to people, never argued with them, but never made deep friends with them either, and he treated everyone with courtesy and politely drew a line in the sand with everyone, always keeping to himself.
Everyone in the academy thought that he was a reserved person unique to the elite and nobility.
Youre not worthy enough for to report you. Youre already barely holding your own, arent you? Sheffield took a few steps in Micahs direction.
Micahs face changed.
Necromancy is such a soul-dependent magic, but your soul power is already weak, did you use so forbidden magic? Let guess, is it to resurrect soone?
Micah paused and then spoke with difficulty: So, lets be at peace with each other, I wont tell others about you, and please dont report .
Sheffield still had a smile on his face: Im sorry, I have to refuse this request. Im not interested in your business. You can do whatever you want, but I dont want to restrict my freedom of speech because of you.
They finally parted without a word.
Sheffield still maintained his habit of breaking a rose every day, and when he returned to the bedroom with the rose again three days later
Micah was lying peacefully on the bed, his breathing had disappeared and he died silently.
Sheffield was not surprised, this guys thod of using necromancy was originally wrong, he was too hasty which caused too much burden on the soul, and it was reasonable to die naturally in this way.
He had no feelings of sadness for the death of this man.
However, the next mont, Sheffields eyes changed slightly.
He never doubted his judgnt, Micahs soul was indeed destroyed.
He looked at the dead Micah, but felt that a new soul was slowly awakening in this body.
*
Chi Lang had been having trouble recently.
As one of many college students in the new era of the 21st century, he was very happy. He listened to lectures, wrote howork, played gas, and watched ani every day without any worries.
But he had been having a recurring dream lately.
Chi Lang had always kept in mind the core values of socialism and rejected any supernatural events with a materialist ntality. There were four people in his dormitory. One of the roommates believed in Buddhism and the other believed in Christianity.
He told his dream to his roommates and asked them about it.
The roommate who believed in Buddhism frowned slightly: You, it should be that your marriage is coming soon?
The roommate who believed in Christianity sneered: You, kid, probably sold too many roses on Valentines Day.
Thus, Chi Lang did not have any expectation that the two roommates could interpret the dream. He was still having that dream over and over again.
In his dream, there was a field of roses in full bloom. The red color of those roses was so very, very striking that he woke up very impressed with the dream.
He found his last roommate, who was an atheist like him, and told him about his dream.
The roommate was stunned for a mont, then said, Ive been having the sa dream for the past few days. But I dreamt of a ruin with burn marks on the ground.
Chi Lang let out a tsk and murmured, Its really weird, we were both hit by evil.
The two of them discussed it for a long ti without reaching any conclusion, so they could only give up for the ti being, anyway, it was just a dream.
So, on an ordinary day like today, Chi Lang continued to sleep with a brave heart.
When he opened his eyes he found that his sleeping position changed from lying on his stomach to lying flat on the bed.
When Chi Lang opened his eyes, before he could notice his weird situation, he saw Sheffield first.
Naturally, he asked: Hello who are you?
But once the words were out of his mouth, he always felt sothing was wrong. He looked around him, from the table to the fireplace, from the vase to the paintings hanging on the wall, and then silently pinched himself.
This is not a f*cking dream, ah, Chi Lang thought to himself.
Then he stood up, his mind was blank, he didnt think about anything, went to the window and looked out.
White gulls hovered in the blue sky, and in the distance were short, squarely arranged houses. And close by were several red brick and white tiled buildings with vines cascading over the walls. At the top of the nearest building, there was a clock.
It just so happened that at that mont the clock rang dang.
The people who were walking began to run, and laughter spread from afar.
No matter how Chi Lang looked, all the people he saw were not Oriental-looking, and these buildings, with his poor knowledge of architecture, he also understood that they were not modern buildings at all.
Chi Lang seed to finally understand his situation a little bit, but understanding and acceptance are two different things. With his current state of mind, he couldnt wait to sleep and return to his modern bedroom.
So he looked at Sheffield and asked without any hesitation: Where is this
Sheffield: Zefner City, Saints Magic Academy.
Chi Lang nodded, digesting the words Magic Academy. He thought, There are unnatural forces in this place, and then he felt more powerless.
Then he saw his own face in the reflection of the window a completely unfamiliar face.
Oh, its still soul-crossing.
Sheffield looked at Chi Lang, the dead and resurrected Micah who had no mory, and his heart surged with a sense of excitent like never before.
The excitent was just because he hadnt seen anything interesting for too long.
And this brand-new soul, in such a short exchange, made him feel like he had sothing very interesting.
Chi Lang asked him: Sorry, can you tell who you are Chi Lang asked again about the identity of this stranger, although he also thought it seed silly to ask, he really had no other way to collect information.
When he was finally slowly coming to terms with the fact that he had transmigrated, there was only one thought in his mind: why do other people have mories of the original owner when they transmigrate, but he has nothing, he doesnt even know who he is.
Sheffield replied: Sheffield. My na is Sheffield.
On the table was also a book that Micah had brought back from the library.
The book took a large chunk of space to eulogize the great achievents of the magicians and put the magicians of that era on the altar of God, but only used a few short sentences to cover the demon lords.
The na Sheffield was very inconspicuous among the nas of demon lords.
Sheffield, a fraudster, lived in the Rose Manor in the abyss.
***TN
And they were roommates! ~( ~)
OMG, they were roommates! (~)~
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