John Jones
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Meanwhile back in the Fifth Hall. The headmaster was sitting— with his legs crossed —in front of his trusted cauldron. By his side was a cup of tea that he had prepared for himsel5f, but there was no scent of it left lingering in the air. He had not sipped a single time, for his mind was clouded. "Hm~" he let out a rare heavy sigh. The note that he received from the matriarch of the Yuki Clan had weighed his mind, and he could feel his eyes were getting more corroded as seconds went by. He had…
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Malaqa smiled wryly. She had faced these occasions numerous times based on her wrinkles. "Alright, let's ask you— rookies —a question so I can get to know you further," said Malaqa as she crossed her arms with a smile on her face. She might be wrinkled but there was a genuine passion that she traded for pursuing the alchemy art. She came to the first rookie, "Who recommended you?" "I-I-Instructor Waer!" The first one was clearly struggling to say that name. Pale, sweaty, hardly glance his…
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The crackles of his soul flame brought about an eerie sensation to their ears. It was blazingly white, all the way up to his shoulder. Flaming, waving, dancing— he evidently lit up the dome by himself, competing with the bright sun. "Hm?" Cecile raised her brows before she smiled. "Interesting." "Is that his soul flame…" Tamuh muttered. His eyelids refused to refresh his vision as his thought crashed into nothingness. He had never seen anything like it before, it was one of a kind. He may have over a…
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Everyone was stunned, including Cecile and the group. They already knew that he was here, but they never thought that he would show up down there on the qualification ground. "Is he lost?" Lumina furrowed her brows. "Why would he show up over there?" It was hard to believe, but after having a journey with him for quite a while, she comprehended that Lyon definitely had the ability to make stupid mistakes. In fact, the mistake he made was mostly stupid. "Look's like he is applying to become an…
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The place was filled with various spectators ranging from alchemists to ordinary cultivators, though the place was not fully booked, chatters could still be heard amongst them— but not to an understandable level. Cecile was sitting in the middle row of five with the others from the group. She was looking at the empty circular ground— which was supposed to be the main attraction —before yawning in boredom. "Not a single cauldron," she said. "I should have just waked him up and dragged him to the…
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The next day came with a blazing sunrise from the east. The light crept up and heat up Lyon's cheeks without mercy. His eyelids twitched before he opened his squinted eyes while yawning. He sat up— while yawning once more —and looked to the sides of the bed. "Damn it," said Lyon the first thing in the morning. "They're such early birds." Lyon got off the bed before going for the window and threw the curtain open as if he owned the place. The flash of the sun blinded his eyes for a few seconds…
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The smirk on Elise's face brought about a bad feeling for Lyon. Her eyebrows were raised and her arms were crossed. She evidently meant business. "I suppose that you want to ask me something?" asked Lyon with a smile. "I've heard that the Fourth Hall is for the students and instructors alike." "Elders too," said Elise before she nodded twice. "Renduval, you can stop bowing you know." "Y-Yes!" Renduval immediately sprung his spine up with his eyes not daring to meet hers. Lyon smiled wryly. He noticed…
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There was no mistaking it. The woman who was sitting with her back facing Renduval was no one but Luvia herself. The lady that had been haunting his heart in the academy for as long as he could remember. He had not the slightest idea as to why she was such a dear to him but it was plain obvious for the onlookers that the feeling was not mutual at all. "Huh?" Lyon squinted his eyes before he stopped walking further. "Those four are from this noon." "Luvia," Renduval called out. Luvia immediately…
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"Coffee?" Assid furrowed his brows. "What is a coffee?" "Huh?" Lyon's eyes snapped open. "You don't know what a coffee is?" "Forgive me, young master, but I've never heard of 'coffee' before, how do you make it?" asked Assid. "No, no, no, no, no, NO! This can't be!" Lyon screamed as he massaged his temples. His scream echoed but nobody dared to utter a single complaint. "Forgive me, young master," said Assid as he took a knee. "No, no, don't do that," said Lyon as he sighed. "It's not your fault for…
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Cyril, the blonde woman, was uneased seeing the smile from Elder Tamuh. Her feelings were shrouded with doubt, and couldn't help to think that the bald elder had something in mind from the way he looked at the three, especially how he talked to Jiji. "Cyril, is something wrong?" Luvia asked. "Hm? Nothing, nothing is wrong," said Cyril with a smile. (Elder Tamuh might not look like it, but, hmm….). "C'mon Lulu, I'm starving," said Jiji as her face was pulled down by the gravity. "Alright, haha," Ark…
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