The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

Imam Lu

Repeating the training of squeezing the bean seeds made Zhonglei start to be engulfed in despair. When he glanced to his side, his heart became a little relieved.

"Whoa.,. There was also a friend who became similar to me"

He glanced in satisfaction at the sweat as big as corn seeds hatched on Saosheng's forehead. The bottle in front of the boy did not show any reaction. Moving no.

"I'm not alone" Zhonglei held back a smile before finally admitting to giving up.

"Enough for the nominee Shulam in Blue Nomrog robes.

Next you are" Coach Aragoroth pointed towards Gladys.

Gladys was full of confidence moving forward. He seemed to be concentrating, then when his eyes lit up like a commanding one,

"Shelves" of peas in a cracked bottle. But the bottle also left cracks all over the bottle.

"Good !" praise Coach Aragroth.

"I'm sure if you train more diligently, then don't wait two more weeks, you'll do this technique perfectly" Gladys retreated from the mini podium in front of the class. Many eyes were directed at him with envious gazes.

"The nerd girl did this technique almost perfectly" whispered one of the students wearing a yellow robe.

"Is it great to do that? I was able to do it in one fell swoop" Artyom with a bow in front of the children in red robes and yellow robes.

"Road turns of red. Artyom !" Coach Aragoroth pointed to Artyom who had just boasted of his skills and sneered at Gladys' abilities.

"W-why should I go first? Isn't there another child?" Artyom tried to refuse. He was a bit shaky, as he had previously boasted that in one practice alone, the peas would crack without disturbing the bottle.

"Artyom Bobrov, go ahead and practice the soul-squeezing technique as I have explained!

Now or your group I'll subtract the contribution point!" ruthless uncompromising the words of Coach Aragoroth.

Artyom bit his lips hard. He advanced to the small podium and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. But the shadow of fear and shame from before was too raving, making him feel oppressed.

"Destroyed !" artyom Jerrit.

So loud the screams made by the child in gold, so that the senior class brothers who were training at the senior class special podium followed to be shocked.

"What are you doing?" red-haired senior sister screams. He was annoyed to hear Artyom's screams so loud, interrupting his concentration.

Meanwhile Artyom looked upset. He stared at the nanar as the bottle before him only swayed indistinctly. Nothing cracked, be it a bottle let alone peas.

"Shameful. After a twitch, now he could only shake the bottle" a girl from the yellow robe group stared in disdain at Artyom. His other friends stared at him cynically.

After all had finished training, Coach Aragoroth announced that the class would run tomorrow again, with a session Using Battle Weapons.

Everyone went back to their own rooms, to get ready for dinner. A day spent practicing such concentration, all the energy was depleted.

The night at the Temaram City Academy began to quiet when the time showed at 22:00. By then all the children had fallen asleep in his beautiful dreams. Not so with Zhonglei.

"I have to be careful. I don't want this habit of mine to disturb the sleep of these friends"

The little boy sneaked into the door, he opened the doorknob of their room.

"Ah.. Thankfully this room was not locked from the outside" Zhonglei imagined his room in the village, which was always locked from the outside by Uncle Baojia the action was done by the old man so that Zhonglei did not do any sightseeing activities in the middle of the night.

"However the old man was too naive. He never thought that I was good at breaking through windows, and running around on rooftops.

Apparently the little boy was intending to tour around in the city of Temaram,

"I will walk around, jumping from ridge to ridge on the roofs of the houses of the people.

It did not wait too long when Zhonglei found a large window that was not tightly locked. The boy then went out through the window, then down the edges of the ornaments around the building, towards the roof of the wing of the other building Zhonglei Room and his friends are located on the third floor of the academy dormitory).

"Tap - tap - tap" like a cat, the boy jumped from one part to another the roofs of houses in the city of Temaram. He felt so free as the night wind blew fiercely, passing by the sidelines of his blue robe, his nomrog substitute uniform.

The building in the city of Temaram is an ancient building, the distance between one roof and another roof is clinging to each other or connecting. Of course this makes Zhonglei easily tour the night world of Temaram City.

His heart was happy, in other parts of the city there was still a crowd like, the appearance of the Nuli who seemed to sweep the streets in some of the buildings he met. There is also a group of adults who are engrossed with wine from a clear bottle, as bright as the morning sun.

Until in the end, after he was satisfied, it was time for the boy to turn back to the Emaram City Academy.

"It's likely that the Head Dorm will find I've disappeared from the bed"

Zhonglei was seen rolling his eyes left and right. He is now confused, though,

"Cathell ! I forgot the way home.

Where is the Magic Academy located?" a little panicked the boy swirled around jumping to the highest part of the building shaped like a tower.

From that high place Zhonglei still remained puzzled to find, on which side was the location of the Magic Academy of Temaram City. He repeatedly cursed his own folly, until one day, he heard a subtle voice, speaking to him..

"Are you looking for Little Sister's Dark City Magic Academy?"

Zhonglei was shocked by the sudden. From the beginning he had seen no one around the 300-foot-tall tower. A handsome fine-faced man, about 40 years old, who was wearing a robe like the ones worn by Taoist priests had suddenly stood beside him.

But to Zhonglei's astonishment, the man whose hair was in a neatly tall loop, at his feet was a long chain, coming from which a small space in the 300-foot-tall tower.

"Who are you, sir?" zhonglei asked in surprise.

"Ah.. My name is not very good to hear. How about you just call me Imam Lu?" the friendly smile on the man's face made Zhonglei become unafraid again

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