The Beginning of Panlong: In the Name of the Father

Chapter 131
In the mountains on the outskirts of Chiyan City, O'Brien College, the No. [-] warrior academy in the Magnolia Continent, is located.

This academy covers a very large area and is divided into areas, allocated to students of different grades.

Some students live in small dormitories, with two people in one dormitory, some four people, and some eight people.

Some students live in spacious courtyards.

However, this is not a benefit brought by power, but the result of competitive distribution.

In terms of "competitiveness", O'Brien College is far superior to Ernst College.

Although every future soldier pays the same tuition fees (except for natives), the benefits they enjoy require competition.

The training venue, sparring qualifications, teacher's guidance, accommodation conditions, etc.

Everything needs to be fought for by oneself.

Of course, according to the rules of O'Brien College, students of the same age group compete.

Background, identity?
These are not important, at least the heirs of ordinary nobles at the level of dukes and marquises are not qualified to show off their status in O'Brien College.

Unless you are a child of the royal family, one of the top ten in terms of inheritance, or an heir to a Sanctuary family, you have no privileges here.

And Wharton’s background is not that deep.

He is now just an ordinary 14-year-old third-year student.

The father of a master stone carver and the brother of a magic genius.At least within Obu O'Brien College, this background is not something worth boasting about.

He was able to get a courtyard for himself as a residence because he was among the youngest and one of the top 15 students in the age group of 20 to [-] years old.

A courtyard is a rewarding privilege.

It's definitely very difficult.

O'Brien College enrolls an average of about a thousand students every year, including two thousand in the age group of 15 to [-] years old.

Of the [-] teenagers, only about [-]% can be ranked in the top [-]. Of course, it is not easy.

This is a real sword and a real gun. . .At least they were ranked through rounds of competitions with swords and weapons used for practice.

Although in this kind of competition, it is entirely possible for the person at the bottom to defeat the person at the top due to their different fighting methods and fighting styles, it can at least give a rough ranking of the strengths and weaknesses.

What's more, apart from Wharton, 19 of the other 17 people ranked in the top 15 are [-]-year-old boys.

Among the top ten people, only Walton is 14 years old.

Even so, he fought all the way to the top five - not to mention that he was willing to transform into a dragon-blooded warrior, even if he was only in a half-dragon state, he could directly sweep them.

It has only been two years since he joined O'Brien College.

"But our Baruch family's style is to keep a low profile."

Wharton was sweating vigorously while muttering in a low voice, "They say that my brother is one of the top ten magic geniuses in the history of the Magnolia Continent. I don't know how much he has hidden. Maybe he is actually the number one!"

"So I have to work hard. I am only a fourth-level warrior now. Only with the "Baruch Secret Technique" taught to me by my father can I defeat that stupid guy in human form."

"Wuwu, try to cultivate your fighting spirit to level five within half a year. At least the human form must reach level seven before the age of 20, so that after I transform, I will reach level nine and have some power to protect myself." Wharton told himself Set a small goal and wave the sword (practice version) in your palm harder.

In Wharton's hands, the sword skills taught by Dong Bolie were demonstrated one by one, with precision.

Only gradually, this sword technique also contained a vibrant and passionate artistic conception.Perhaps compared to Hogg and Linley, Wharton's sword skills are still far behind.But by the standards of an average warrior, his sword skills can be considered superb!
After practicing the sword technique for two hours, I put all my strength into each sword and carefully considered it. Even with Wharton's physical strength, he was still sweating profusely.

Exhausted, Wharton sat down cross-legged again and began to practice fighting spirit.

But this time, he didn't practice for long before he heard a knock on the door.

"Coming, coming." Wharton jumped up, landed at the door, and opened the courtyard door.

"Ah, Senior Steve, what's the matter?"

The person who came was a senior who was one grade above Wharton, but his real age was unknown. He was an 'old senior'.In order to work hard at O'Brien Academy, a warrior like him from a foreign country with average talent would occasionally work part-time to run errands for others.

"Junior Wharton." Steve looked at this junior, a little envious and jealous, but suppressed these emotions very well, "Junior, your mother is here and is waiting for you outside now."

"Mother?" Wharton's face lit up, and then he immediately realized something and asked quickly, "Senior, have you seen my father?"

"Your father? Oh, is it Mr. Hogg, the master of stone carving? I didn't see him. By the way, when I went up to the guild hall, I heard that Mr. Hogg and his wife were about to return to the Holy Alliance."

Steve thought about it and felt a little strange, "When I saw your mother just now, she seemed a little anxious."

Wharton suddenly had a bad feeling.

The parents were originally planning to return to their hometown of the Holy Alliance. Why did the mother suddenly appear outside O'Brien College and the father was not here?

"No matter what it is, junior brother, just go and see your mother and you will know."

"That's right." Wharton immediately put on his shirt and rushed outside the school.

But he didn't see the flash of blackness in senior Steve's eyes.

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"Mother!?" Wharton saw his mother appearing in front of him in a dusty state. Although he had many questions in his heart, he did not say them out.

Although he looks tough, Wharton is actually very smart.

"Wharton~" After gently stroking the youngest son's head, Lina showed a soft and doting smile, "This is not the place to talk. Your father and I bought a mansion in the imperial capital. You go and ask for leave. We Go back and talk."

"Okay~" Wharton didn't hesitate. Although he had many questions in his mind, he immediately went back to ask for leave.

And Lina looked around, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes, and gently touched the big white dog.

The big dog's eyes lit up and he ran out like a joy.

Within a moment, he ran back again without a trace of blood on his body.

Soon, Wharton walked outside the school gate again and accompanied his mother back to the mansion Hogg bought in the imperial capital.

Tonight, mother and son had a lot to say.

For example, the secret of father Hogg.

For example, Lina’s true strength.

For example. . .The future of the Baruch family.

(End of this chapter)