Mary Davis
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Recalling last night's gathering and the events that had ensued, Emery felt restless about his lack of strength. After thinking about the matter for a while, he still couldn't find a solution, so he took a quick nap. There were three more days remaining until the second game began. Gathering his thoughts, Emery quickly left his room and headed towards the training grounds, as planned. There, he immediately went to the wooden puppets and swiftly began the training of the day. Clank! Clank! Clank!…
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Boisterous chatter immediately ensued when everyone heard Roran's invitation. The man evidently had the charisma of a leader. His eloquent speech abilities and proven fighting skills, combined with his influential family background and support, made many acolytes admire him. Clap! Clap! Clap! Loud claps suddenly resounded in the air, followed by a figure stepping forward until he reached a few steps away from Roran. The sudden clap startled everyone, as they realized it was Anas the Kaleos acolyte,…
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Seeing Emery and Julian approaching the residence, Anas' expression couldn't help but turn ugly. He then deliberately 'announced' the arrival of the two of them loudly, so as to catch the attention of everyone here. "The two of them have graced us with their presence!" Glancing towards the source of the voice, Emery spotted Anas, the Kaleos acolytes and his groups. Emery also noticed there was one of the acolytes from Zaieuo, who he was familiar with among them, Zana. The man nodded towards Emery and…
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After joining the Institute of Bloodline, in the afternoon Emery went over to the Institute of Darkness. Emery hoped he could meet his mentor, Magus Xion, for some guidance. Unfortunately, Emery had to return empty handed, as the magus was currently not available at the institute. This time Emery knew the magus was not in a class or at his residence. Therefore, Magus Xion must have gone somewhere. Seeing the person he had come for was not there, Emery thought about returning to Lord Izta's palace to…
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"Emery Ambrose" The loud and firm voice of Grand Magus Esbern echoed through the hall as the man called out Emery's name. Emery, couldn't help but recall the first time he entered the academy, when his measly B aptitude was announced to the whole class. Now, looking at the somewhat similar situation, Emery couldn't hold himself from sighing inwardly. He truly hoped the situation would be better and this time would not be as cruel. However, considering what fate had saved and provided for him all this…
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When the horned man wearing the grand magus robes walked up to the podium, the hall suddenly turned silent, as everybody stopped their talks and shifted their eyes towards the man. Hundreds of acolytes on the bottom floor, as well as the figures on the top floor, gave the man their attention. Looking at the situation, Emery realized this horned man should be someone extraordinary. The man looked fairly old, with white hair and beard, plus many wrinkles visible on his face. His figure was a bit skinny,…
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When he received this invitation, Emery did not need to think twice about this. These kinds of things rarely came across and there were plenty of reasons for him to join this institute, especially after he saw the word 'bloodlines'. First, this institute could give Emery the solution he needed to win the next stage game. Ever since he obtained his bloodline, it had never let him down. The transformation his bloodline had given to him granted him extraordinary raw power without the need of weapons or…
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177 At the moment, they all were still practicing at Lord Izta's palace. The combat magus champion had given them access to the training facilities of his home, letting them use them as they saw fit. He even provided a quarter for Emery and the others to live in during their time there. Seeing how much effort and trust Lord Izta had placed on them, the group was doing their best to increase their strength, so as to not disappoint the magus. There was no way they would let Lord Izta hear the news of…
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The sheer number of battle art skills of the combat institute had amazed and numbed Emery's mind. Looking at the myriad kinds of battle art skills, he realized something. From the description the combat institute provided regarding them, Emery could tell sword arts skill relied a lot more on strength, while dagger arts relied more on speed and dexterity. After thinking about it, this fact gave Emery more reason to choose the dagger as his secondary weapon. Not only would it give his dual wielding…
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The Lord Izta left the training ground at the moment and left Emery and the others to practice on their own. The task is to find the weapon of choice. Emery was sure he would always choose a longsword as his main weapon of choice. Since he was a child, it always had been his long-awaited dream to become a knight who fought with swords, just like his father. The sight of his father training his swordsmanship at their house's courtyard was etched deeply in his mind. And even though he was now a magus,…
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