Chapter 1 South Continent, Crete Empire

Hidden deep underground lies a black palace, a symbol of absolute power.

This ancient underground city is shrouded in darkness, yet magical devices cleverly mimic the blood moon, casting deep shadows. The buildings on both sides of the wide, empty streets are built of dark stone, tall and heavy, their outlines depicting shadows of ancient art, quietly lying in this dark city, solidifying the dust of endless years.

At the end of the underground city-state, a gloomy and eerie powerful magic emanates. A towering castle stands, its outer walls made of natural obsidian, inlaid with cold silver edges and medieval-style red crystal transparent decorations.

A figure in a long robe came to the entrance of the castle and walked step by step into the interior. After passing through layers of gorgeous decoration and corridors, he pushed open the heavy black iron giant door in front of him, and saw a magnificent palace like a conference hall, with a deep breath of power and a strong sense of history coming into view.

Under the rose window covered with immortal crystals, cold iron chains hung chandeliers emitting extravagant halos. Carpets extended like red flowing water to the end of the line of sight. Light scattered through the crystals, like stars, adding a bit of dark beauty to the entire space.

In this vast high-roofed conference hall, the central position was occupied by a banquet table tens of meters long. The long table was made of精铁jing tie as black as ink, painted with intricate blood clan magic runes, also a symbol of the artistic style of the blood clan world. On both sides of the long table, each high-backed chair was like a throne, and the top of the chair back was engraved with a gemstone totem corresponding to the chair's owner.

However, at this moment.

The conference hall seemed particularly quiet. Only one figure was sitting on the thirteen high-backed chairs.

The figure who came to the palace stood gracefully at the very end of the long table, without taking a seat.

"Marquis Heritiere, the disciples of the Resurrection Church encountered that half-demon, but failed."

He saluted and spoke, a male voice.

Far away.

The figure sitting on the seventh high-backed chair kept his eyes closed, slowly raising his head, as if he could see through the dome the totems woven by stars shining in the deep night sky.

"It shouldn't be."

She murmured to herself,

"That half-blood demon's sign of death has appeared twice, but both times it was resolved."

"..."

The male did not say anything. He naturally knew which two signs of death the Marquis was referring to.

The first time, Hyperion should have failed to enter the academy and died tragically in Hutton Royal Capital.

The second time, Hyperion should have been killed by the disciples of the Resurrection Church in the Shadow World.

But these taken-for-granted things did not happen, but the ending was reversed.

Everything is related to a human freshman who suddenly appeared in the Ickert Academy.

"The remnants of the demons must be eliminated no matter what."

The voice of the blood clan female Marquis was long and cold, as if it were a sigh, as if it were a complaint, as if it were helplessness, and as if it carried a trace of regret that time could not erase.

"Historical experience tells us that only when the power of humans and demons converge can a force that threatens us be born."

The Marquis finally opened her deep red blood pupils. Under the shadow, no one could see how long and distant memories were hidden in them, running through ancient and modern times.

In this era, the demons have been destroyed by humans themselves.

Under the infinitely expanding desires, evil cults are rampant, the North and South continents are falling apart, and humans are still fighting for power in civil wars.

These stupid acts only mean one thing—

"The Blood Moon's grand occasion will reappear, and humans need to recall their servility."

The Marquis's originally cold and beautiful face became extremely calm, with a distant majesty that no one dared to desecrate.

Every word seemed to echo in the palace like the crisp tinkling of melting icicles before the end of winter.

...

Hutton Kingdom, Royal Capital Ickert.

When the golden light of the rising sun gently洒洒洒洒灑洒 on the campus of the ancient Ickert Academy, those brick buildings were dyed with a layer of warm yellow霞光xiaguang, surrounding and radiating the沉淀感chendian gan of history.

The Sage Academy dormitory building also seemed to be awakened, and students came in and out of the door from time to time.

It is now the morning of the third day of school.

Ranch held a cup of coffee, leaned against the door of his balcony, listened to the chirping of birds in the trees, and watched the students go to school.

He had slept for a long time after returning from the Shadow World yesterday morning, waking up only in the early hours of this morning.

After leaving the dormitory in the middle of the night to eat a meal that he didn't know whether to call breakfast or supper, he began to return to his desk to study card making. On the table was also the "South Continent Card Making Association Registration Charter."

Now he has reached the third rank and has the most basic reference qualification.

Only by becoming a registered card maker of the South Continent Card Maker Association can he obtain official patent protection, be exempted from many cumbersome identification and guarantee steps, and reduce handling fees.

The strength of the benefits is also related to the level of the card maker.

If he wants to open a store that can sell exclusive magic cards in the future, in addition to the licenses that Hyperion needs to handle, he also needs to obtain the status of a registered card maker, the higher the level, the better, which directly determines the starting speed of their business.

The most recent registered card maker exam held in Hutton Royal Capital as a test center will have to wait more than a month.

Although it feels quite long, in fact, even if Ranch is given another month, he doesn't have much confidence that he can pass directly.

He still has to go to Talia to learn about the making of third-order magic cards.

His card making process is still not stable enough. If it cannot be greatly improved, whether he can make finished cards in the exam depends too much on luck.

But it's not without hope.

Ranch remembered that Talia told him that if he wanted to pursue the highest card making success rate, he should choose the [magic type] with the highest affinity to himself in the exam.

Because this will directly affect the card maker's success rate in card making.

This is also why card makers will choose their own specialized direction in the later stage.

For example, the three types that Talia is best at are [curse], [mental], and [poison] magic, which are also the three types that she has the best affinity with.

Among them, [curse] is excellent, [mental] and [poison] are both good, which also leads to Talia's specialization direction being a curse magic card maker.

As for other types of magic, such as elemental magic and some special category magic, her affinity is not very good.

And according to Talia's visual estimation, Ranch's [mental] magic affinity is better, [poison] is worse, [curse] is extremely poor, and she is too lazy to look at the rest.

If he also has a certain magic type affinity that is as excellent or excellent as Talia's.

Then just make this kind in the card maker exam!

Moreover, these magic types may also become his specialized optional direction in his card maker career in the future.

(End of this chapter)