Chapter 704
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Late autumn was nearing its end.
Herland and her best friend Sansa sat in a magic carriage, ready to head to Crowhill, the Yellow Robed's Advanced Magic Academy.
Noland had a total of four magic academies. Herland and Sansa were apprentices of the Grey Robed's Advanced Magic Academy, Ruhrsk.
They were heading to Crowhill today for a simple academic exchange.
"Luckily it's a holiday."
Herland looked at the streets outside. Josiah had recommended her to work in the Weave Vault.
This was a dream job for any poor spellcaster. Herland only needed to go to the vault in the afternoon to compile the information into the Weave system.
"Herland, the Holy Ghost Tournament starts today."
Sansa suddenly tugged on Herland's clothes, forcing her to look at Sansa's Weave interface.
"If you didn't have work every day, I would have signed up."
Sansa was looking at the Weave Vision. The Holy Ghost Tournament's live broadcast had appeared in the most eye-catching spot this afternoon.
"Sansa, ever since you bought this game last month, your score on the Celestial Stairway has been stable at 3000 points. I only started playing last week and only have 1500 points. I'm not even qualified to sign up," Herland said.
"We can … team up to earn points! As long as we play seriously, we can definitely do it in a month … "
"The Holy Ghost Tournament's Celestial Stairway points are sometimes deducted more than added points. The matching system is also very fair. Your winning rate has always been around 50%."
Herland did some serious calculations for his friend who had an unrealistic fantasy.
"If you want to reach 4500 points in a month, you have to win at least 25 matches in a row."
"Don't say anymore, Herland. After reaching 3100 points, all my teammates are … idiots."
Born in the Kingdom of the Saints, Sansa had been educated like a nun since she was young. It took her a long time to find a word to describe her teammates.
"Every time, I feel that the other side is very good. Only my teammates are very, very bad at it!"
"That's probably your limit."
Herland didn't play Holy Ghost much. She had reluctantly bought this game after Sansa's recommendation.
"Impossible! It must be a problem with the teammates! If you team up with me, Herland, we can break four thousand, "Sansa said.
"What do you want to do with the 300,000 gold coins?"
Herland gently pushed Sansa's hand away from his arm and moved away from the nun who seemed to have changed her faith from the God of Holy Light to the Holy Spirit.
Sansa glanced at the back of the magic carriage when Herland asked the question.
Four other apprentices from Ruhrsk Academy of Magic were sitting behind them. They were also discussing the Holyspirit preliminaries and did not pay attention to Herland and Sansa's conversation.
"I want to buy Ino," Sansa whispered in Herland's ear.
"Wh … what?"
"Ino, from Roursk Elementary Division," Sansa repeated.
"I know, but Sansa … Why would you think that?"
Of course, Herland knew who Ino was. Ino was their junior in Roursk High Magic Academy, but he was also the actor who played Belle in 'Beauty and the Devil'.
"When I was talking to Ino in the Hearthstone Tavern last month … he said that there's a custom in his hometown. As long as you have enough money, you can buy him. It doesn't seem expensive, about a thousand Noland gold coins. It would take me a year to save up for that," Sansa said.
What a strange custom!
Herland suddenly remembered that Josiah had revealed Ino's identity to her. He was a succubus …
Just by listening to the name, Succubus knew what Ino used to do!
Ever since Ino acted in 'Beauty and the Devil', his status was completely different. Herland didn't think that he could buy Belle from Beauty and the Devil with a thousand gold coins!
"Herland, the preliminaries have started … There are so many! Which one should we watch? "
Sansa's attention was quickly attracted by the live broadcast of the Holyspirit competition on the Mana Net.
There were a total of twenty-five windows in the Mana Net interface, and there were exactly fifty teams participating in the competition.
Herland remembered that the advertisement for the preliminaries stated that it was an 'offline competition', which meant that he only needed to call his teammates at home and log into the Mana Net on time to participate in the preliminaries.
"Don't watch anymore, Sansa … We're at Crowhill."
Herland looked through the window of the magic carriage at the huge door carved from yellow metal in the distance.
The moment the magic carriage approached the door, the eyes of the metal face on the door moved.
"Crowhill is much bigger than our academy, so we still have time."
Sansa had already clicked into a live broadcast of the preliminaries, and the two teams were choosing their heroes.
The magic carriage slowly drove into Crowhill Magic Academy … The moment Sansa entered, her Mana Net interface turned black.
"What's going on?"
Sansa exited the Mana Net interface and tapped on the signal button at the bottom right corner.
The Mana Net signal in Noland had always been green, no matter where she was in Noland.
But now, Sansa's Mana Net signal was grey.
"Welcome to Crowhill Academy, everyone. I'm a fourth-year potionology student, Wyatt."
The magic carriage stopped by the roadside of Crowhill Academy, where a group of acolytes had been waiting for them for a long time.
"I don't have a connection to the Mana Net either …"
Herland opened his Mana Net and tried to log into the spellcaster forum, but a line of cold words popped up. He had lost his connection to the network.
"Herland, did you lose your connection too?"
Sansa looked around. The other students had also lost their connection to the Mana Net.
"Mister Wyatt!" Sansa alighted from the magic carriage and ran to the acolyte leading the team. "Can you use the Mana Net?"
"The Mana Net? I need to remind you that half a month ago, Crowhill built a barrier that prevents the connection to the Mana Net. "
"Stop the Mana Net! Who would do such an evil thing?! "
Sansa condemned the creator of the Mana Net barrier like she was condemning an evil cultist who had tainted the God of Holy Light.
"Please keep your voice down. The creator of the barrier is our academy's dean, the yellow-clothed one."
The acolyte walked to the back of the team and spoke to Sansa and Herland in private.
"The yellow-clothed one …" Sansa shut her mouth when she heard the terrifying name.
"We don't have any way to break the barrier, but there's a place in the academy that isn't affected by it. In fact, I have a tournament to participate in, so I need to leave this place." He looked at the instructor in the distance and spoke to Herland and Sansa in a pleading tone.
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