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Chapter 86 - 86 79 Sky Star Magic School

86: Chapter 79 Sky Star Magic School 86: Chapter 79 Sky Star Magic School Black horse hooves reappeared.

This time, the figure was spotted by none other than ‘Mad Secret Emissary’ Renzo, who was patrolling near the Ghost Claw Tree.

When the news came, Lind was teaching two Great Knights how to use “Rage” and “Explosive Flame,” but the results were mediocre.

Lind himself wondered why he could easily control the flames, yet they couldn’t even manage to ignite.

Miss Mico seemed to have figured something out, but she always had that “come and ask me if you dare” expression, which made Lind resolve not to ask her.

Seeing her demeanor, he knew that controlling this power must be a good thing and not some big secret.

So, it was a matter of seeing who would lose patience first.

Because of the emergency, Lind immediately assembled his team and set out.

With himself as the leader, Reed and Knight Leo had already gone out as sentinels to gather intelligence.

Marching beside Lind now was the Bunny-toothed Witch they had conscripted.

“You actually don’t know about Sky Star Magic School?”

The Bunny-toothed Witch tilted her chin up, and despite her attempts to look down on people through her nostrils, she ended up aligning her nostrils with Lind’s chest.

Ah, what’s the point of being so tall!

“Sorry, I really haven’t heard of it, but I’ve always been interested in magic.” He was interested in magic, but magic seemed to have little interest in him.

Lind was telling the truth when he said he hadn’t heard of it; his main stomping grounds had been in the City of Gold, Goliath, with women, beautiful women, gold, and arenas to boot.

Sadly, there was no magic there.

Yuni’s Believers were too few and too proud.

How could they easily pledge allegiance to Nobles?

The entire Rand Kingdom had few who practiced magic.

We in the Rand Kingdom believe in the sun!

Looking for Believers of magic in the land of muscle-bound Knights, aren’t you mistaken about something?

“It’s the greatest magic school in the world!” Mico raised her finger: “The!

Greatest!

Magic!

School!”

Could this person be a chatterbox?

When they left the Star Dragon Ridge outpost, Lind had asked her who taught her magic, and that got her all fired up.

Then Mico said, “Even if you steal Yuni’s power through a Magic Potion, without sufficient knowledge, you’re just a cripple with a hammer.”

Was she saying that even with a Magic Potion, Lind shouldn’t dream of trying to turn into a Wizard?

Her adjectives were a bit odd, but it didn’t prevent Lind from understanding at a deeper level.

“What does the school teach?” Lind asked as if coaxing a child.

What did they teach at school, huh?

Did the teacher give you a little red flower?

Wow, impressive.

Quack quack, applaud and encourage.

Of course, if there really was a magic school, Lind was quite interested, like developing a game where you ride brooms to play ball; he believed many would love that game.

“Anything!

It took me so much effort to get in,” Miss Mico hummed lightly, seemingly pleased that Lind was following up on her cue: “You can gain any knowledge you want there.”

“Anything!” She emphasized it again.

Really?

I don’t believe it.

And she’s emphasizing it, all while blinking.

“That’s amazing,” Lind exclaimed, “so you must be able to solve a curiosity of mine, right?”

“Of course!” Mico laughed with her bunny teeth showing, and her cheeks pushed up, her expression saying, “Ask me, just ask.”

“I actually…

never mind, better not ask.”

“Hmph!” She was taken aback.

The feeling of desperately wanting to say something but not being able to is truly awful.

The rabbit wants to bite.

But faced with Lind’s earnest expression, she didn’t know how to begin.

She couldn’t just say that she wanted to answer his question, for then the joy of being begged to resolve a mystery would be gone.

She must hold on.

“Magic,” Lind decided not to inquire further.

He hadn’t even returned to the City of Gold, so forget about any Sky Star Magic.

Soldier Reed had already returned from scouting and, seeing the two in deep conversation, he cautiously chose to approach, but as soon as he came close, Mico instinctively frowned.

Not understanding how to control his power, it lavishly spilled out from him.

Unlike the small, warm furnace-like temperature emanating from Lind, the heat from Reed and Leo was aggressive.

Staying close for too long gave a sensation akin to skin being scorched, not enough to actually ignite, but the roasting made the skin tingle with slight pain.

Mico, with her delicate flesh, felt this most acutely and stepped directly behind Lind.

Compared to Reed’s scorching aura, the warmth from Lind was gentle and comforting, and without the sensation of her cheeks baking, Mico was very satisfied.

She even patted Lind’s arm gently.

Being so tall seems to have its uses after all.

Although Lind didn’t know why Mico suddenly patted his arm from behind, he knew what was more important at the moment.

“How is it?”

Reed said, “My lord, Renzo from the village of the Mad Wise Ones is just up ahead.”

The slim figure stooped in posture, wrapped in a wide robe, stood in the distance, filled with a deathly aura.

He served the Believers of Madness, but all that remained on him was the cold of a desiccated corpse.

This was probably one of the reasons Lind didn’t want Renzo to go to Star Dragon Ridge.

Positioned right in front of him, it felt like something was off; it was distressing.

“My Lord,” the formalities of Renzo’s bow were strict, and it was evident he must have practiced them in private.

His movements weren’t as awkward as when they first met.

“What’s the situation?” Lind asked.

He had encountered the massive hooves many times but had never seen their true form.

“Very powerful,” Renzo’s eyes flickered with flames: “He is a confused traveler, lost in direction.

Perhaps he once sought to embrace indulgent freedom, but now he has become the Knight of Lost Souls.”

“What about Leo?”

“Following the hoofprints, he’s gone after them,” Reed replied.

Renzo’s strength might be formidable, but when it came to tracking and other composite skills, Lind’s soldiers were superior.

Entering the domain of the Ghost Claw Tree, the skeletons hanging from the trees, the vines shooting up from the ground, weaving through, made it feel as if one had stepped into a desolate land of the dead.

“Boom boom boom”—the ground trembled violently.

Flames erupted.

“Run!” Lind sensed something was amiss.

Lind took the lead, his right hand already gripping the Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword.

Flames followed his will, swiftly climbing the blade, forming the forepart of the sword with fire to complete the Broken Sword.

Mico, following behind Lind, had a look of surprise.

Although she had guessed as much, she had never witnessed Lind in action, only hearing his tales from others, which she took as legends.

The undead, who constantly drove her to concoct Magic Potions, were born Bards, with a substantial flair for exaggeration.

In one month, like Reed and Leo, to have completely assimilated the power of a Magic Potion and to control the energy from spilling out would be considered exceptionally talented.

Knight’s need prayer to wield their power, Wizards need Spells.

But what is Lind, who needs neither preparation nor incantation, and can effortlessly exert power with a mere thought?

Is this what an Old Noble is?