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Chapter 58 Meditation patterns more suitable for newborn babies’ physiques

Professor Armstrong couldn't hide his excitement, clutched the meditation pattern, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the old gentleman's round back, the smile on Anlos's face grew stronger.

Louis stood by, feeling both terrified and excited.

Anlos Tian, ​​a sickly boy well-known in the empire, leaned on his chair, tapping his fingers on the table and relaxing his posture.

The empire's equally revered young master of the first family, Albert Louis, stood respectfully with his hands tied.

The identity of master and slave is clear.

If anyone sees this scene, they will be shocked to the point of doubting their own eyes.

Ta, tap.

His long, pale fingers tapped lightly on the dark brown solid wood tabletop full of natural lines.

Anlos slowly closed his eyes and "saw" a tiny point of light moving in the darkness.

That was the professor of Herbology who was connected to him by the thread.

Anlos stood in the darkness and admired it quietly.

It was as if what appeared in front of him was not a point of light, but a bright galaxy.

After a moment, Anlos opened his eyes again, and a stream of light disappeared into the depths of his ice-blue eyes.

Although his forehead was still throbbing, Anlos had never lied before. He was used to it and could turn a deaf ear to it.

Perhaps, one day, when his illness is gone, Anlos will have to adapt.

It was evening and the sky was already dark.

A clear moon, half hanging in the night dotted with diamond-like stars, spread out the clarity and tranquility that was never found in the nightmare world.

The refreshing wind blew in from the window and blew on Anlos' face, bringing incomparable comfort and comfort.

With Louis' help, Anlos simply washed up and fell on the bed without even having the energy to eat dinner.

Half asleep, Anlos heard the sound of Louis opening the door and leaving, and heard his quiet conversation with another person.

at this time.

"Rumble--"

A low roar passed by Anlos' ears.

It seems to be formed by the friction of the rotating bearings and the symphony of the wheels rolling over the rails.

train……?
Anlos barely opened his eyelids, but only saw the door closing with a click.

Why is there the sound of the train?
Is it because my inspiration is too high? Even if I don't fall into a dream, I still vaguely hear the echo of that world.
Chaotic thoughts passed through his mind, and Anros finally closed his heavy eyelids.

Not long after, regular breathing could be heard in the room shrouded in the clear moonlight.

A night of silence.

The next morning, Wizard Academy.

Anlos sat in a wheelchair and was pushed into the new classroom by his enthusiastic classmates.

The original classroom has been destroyed, and there are still teachers standing outside with solemn expressions, discussing and analyzing the cause of the accident.

Anros looked away guiltily.

Compared to last night, his face was slightly more colored, but the sick feeling still emanated from the inside out, highlighting the man's innate shortcomings.

The big class in the morning is still the basics and introduction to wizards.

However, compared to the excitement and anticipation on the first day, today's wizard reservists were obviously a little more intimidated.

Everyone looked pale and looked depressed.

Even Anlos was in good spirits during this.

What surprised Anlos was Professor Armstrong standing on the podium with a happy face.

Why is he still teaching?

Anros' eyes couldn't help but be filled with pity. Seeing Anlos, Professor Armstrong happily and enthusiastically waved his hand, waved the handout, and winked at Anlos with meaning.

In response, Anlos responded with a pure and gentle smile.

Just like yesterday, Anlos sat next to his roommate Macul.

Before he could speak, Macul took the lead in raising his head from the book and stared at Anlos in shock.

From Anlos, Macul felt bursts of energy fluctuations.

It swept out like a wave, carrying the coldness and hitting him, making him feel a little scared.

Being able to stay awake during yesterday's attack showed that Makur was somewhat capable.

But this ability, obviously, can only make him feel more clearly the huge gap in strength between him and Anros.

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Markul pursed his lips, feeling a little bitter in his heart, and tightened his fingers on the textbook full of writing.

Don't panic.

he comforted himself.

You can learn meditation in no time.

No matter how talented Anlos is, he still has a chance to catch up because he is born with insufficient physical strength.

Thinking of this, Markul's back straightened up again.

Anlos didn't notice that his deskmate's thoughts were changing like a cherry blossom girl in love.

Just after hearing the class bell, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at Professor Armstrong expectantly.

--soon.

New meditation patterns are issued.

Handouts with simple fish shapes drawn on them were distributed to every new student.

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The students looked at each other with unconcealed tension and suspicion on their faces.

Obviously, yesterday's horrific experience left an indelible impression on them.

"Please rest assured," Professor Armstrong said with relief, "this meditation pattern has been unanimously tested by all the teachers and the principal before being presented to you."

"Even the principal personally guaranteed that it is safer and more reliable than the original [Blue Fairy's Breath]! There is absolutely no problem!"

Upon hearing that it was the noble Principal Gabriel, the students' expressions relaxed a little, and turned into eagerness to try the mysterious power.

Although yesterday was terrifying, we did get a glimpse of the supernatural realm, didn't we?
So, the wizard reservists closed their eyes one by one.

In your mind, try to picture this incredibly simple pattern.

Layers of faint fluctuations filled the classroom.

Gradually, the students' originally solemn expressions turned into surprise.

So smooth—so easy—!
If you compare sketching [Blue Fairy's Breath] to climbing a mountain.

The fish that outlines this stroke is flying and sliding down from the top of the mountain, effortlessly and smoothly.

One after another, the fish swam happily and freely in the spiritual ocean, catching the elemental energy like fluttering colorful seaweed, and swallowed them into their belly one by one.

The ice-blue sea is so tolerant, just like the existence pointed to by this meditation pattern, opening its arms and accepting them happily without any hindrance.

Macul was extremely pleasantly surprised, feeling the power filling his body, and thought with great joy and joy:

Yes!

This meditation pattern is a hundred or a thousand times better than [Blue Fairy's Breath]!
In this way, these new students are a blessing in disguise!
——Anlos Tian’s ice-blue eyes stared at the fish swimming happily in the fish tank.

The corner of his mouth curled into a strange and terrifying arc.

　Thanks to Han Wangxue and foxesssssss for the reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)