Magical daily life after reincarnation

Chapter 23 Giants and Dwarves

The last class of this week is exercise class, and the instructor is the navigator who came to pick up Tullo and the others to the school, the little giant Kruse.

Now Professor Cruce is leading Talo and the others to the duel field of Fedora, ready to let these little magicians watch the real charm of the magic duel.

"Although we have entered the end of the school season, it is not completely over yet. We can still catch up with a few games."

Professor Cruce walked in front of the students. His tall body covered a large area of ​​sunlight, and Tullo followed behind, completely shrouded in shadow, unable to see the way ahead.

He didn't directly cast magic and send the students to the duel field like Professor Janissa and Professor Carson did, but proposed to go on foot, just to exercise.

Tullow doubted that he knew that kind of magic at all.

However, the exercise has indeed been exercised. Professor Cruce walked in front of him unhurriedly, but every step he took was a huge distance, and the students who followed him had to jog to keep up.

The most prominent among them is Luke. His physique is extremely strong even in the Warriors' Academy. Wind blown red hair.

Luke gave a middle finger to Talob behind Professor Cruce, as if laughing at his exhaustion, then quickly ran to Professor Cruce, and asked, "Professor Cruce, I heard you are a giant." A hybrid with a dwarf, I'm curious if your mother was a giant or a dwarf?"

Although Luke's voice is not as thick and sonorous as Professor Crucet's, it is not too small.

When everyone heard his question, their shoulders trembled immediately, and they bit their lips tightly, for fear that the professor in front would hear him laughing.

Tulo was also shocked, thinking that it was you.

Professor Cruce didn't care, and said with a smile: "My mother is a giant, and she and my dwarf father are the last batch of aliens left in the world."

"Although there is a big difference in body size, they got along so well that they gave birth to me. I have to say, even I think this is a miracle." Professor Cruce used his big hands to take care of his father's inheritance Beard, eyes looking into the distance, stopped, giving Tulo a moment to breathe.

"When I was just born, the fallen species hadn't declined like they are now. They brutally slaughtered all living things in the world. My parents also died in the war against them."

"I know that some of you will be full of prejudice and dissatisfaction with other races, but if the creatures on the mainland hadn't united and supported each other at that time, there would be no peaceful time today."

"The Holy See's human supremacy education has poisoned too many people and blinded the truth of history. I hope that after you come to Fedora, you can walk on the path of upholding the truth."

Listening to Professor Cruce's sobbing voice, everyone fell into silence.

Wentini held Grace's little hand tremblingly, and an unknown emotion was conveyed in her bright eyes.

Grace also clenched the other's little hand, adjusted her breathing that was somewhat messy due to the long run, and raised a bright smile to Wendini.

"Is Professor Cruce over 700 years old?" Tullow asked.

It is now the 771st year of the Bronze Calendar, and dwarves and giants both disappeared in the Silver Age. According to calculations, Professor Cruce would be older than this age.

"Yes, this year should be more than 800 years old. After a long time, I won't remember how old I am." Professor Cruce turned and looked down at Talo and replied with emotion.

"Amazing!"

"The professor has lived for so long! You can't tell at all."

"Can giants live so long?"

Professor Cruce scratched his head in embarrassment in the face of the children's boast: "Real giants have a particularly long lifespan. My grandfather survived from the golden age. If it weren't for the fallen species, he might still be able to survive." Live till now."

"However, due to the aggressive nature of the giants and the difficulty in giving birth to offspring, there will never be too many ethnic groups."

"Although I have lived many years, there are still some professors who have survived from the Silver Age in Fedora, and some of them lived much longer than me."

"Okay, it's getting late, and if it's later, you might miss a lot of wonderful duels." After Professor Cruce finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward quickly. Before the students had time to react, they started running hard to catch up his steps.

They climbed up a small hill, walked across a long stone bridge, and finally arrived at their destination.

The duel arena, formerly known as the Zhuovov Amphitheater, is an open-air form, and its shape has many similarities with the ancient Roman duel arena. It is a huge oval-shaped building.

The central flat was used for performances and duels, surrounded by circles of gradually rising stands.

After entering this majestic landscape, everyone couldn't stop making various exclamations.

Professor Cruce didn't watch the duel with the crowd, probably because the seats allocated to the students couldn't accommodate his huge body. He just said that he would gather at the entrance of the duel field after the sun went down, and disappeared.

After Grace sat down, she kept panting heavily, and her eyes lost much of the light. Such a long run was still a bit too cruel for her to be a rich young lady.

On the other hand, Wentini unexpectedly only had a slight flush on his cheeks, and he didn't look particularly tired.

There is still some time before the next duel, and right now there is a group of senior students from the Academy of the Wise who are reciting an unknown collection of poems in the middle of the field, and the people dozing off while listening.

"How can dwarves and giants have offspring? I'm curious." Grace asked this question after she regained her composure, and Talo saw her expression as purely curious about it.

"Don't you think? That's giants and dwarves, it's amazing!"

Tulo opened his mouth, wondering whether Grace's curiosity was a little too strong.

Seeing that Tulo and Wendini were not in the mood to discuss, Grace also lost a lot of interest.

She moved her buttocks, sat upright, and slowly regained some of the posture that a nobleman should have, then turned to look at Tulo and asked: "It is said that you will have a duel with that Turner in half a year. How sure are you?"

"I'm not sure." Tulo responded very simply.

He still doesn't know what level the second graders' magic level is, and what level Turner is among them. What's more, he hasn't even had a magic duel, so there is no data to judge.

Grace was a little surprised by Tullow's straightforwardness: "Then why did you propose a duel to him in turn?"

"Practice is the fastest way to improve, and it doesn't matter if I lose, after all, he has learned a year more than me."

Grace nodded to express her agreement. It is indeed better to win, and it is not a loss to lose.

"It's my sister!" Wentini cheered in surprise.

Talo looked at the venue, and a beautiful figure with the same silver hair as Wendini stepped into the venue. It was Wen Dexi who had given him the spell scroll.

(End of this chapter)