Chapter 227 A New Teacher (1/2)
”I' man looked at him with barely veiled disdain Frouessed he was a novice, albeit an unusually arrogant one
Oddly, he wasn't wearing a sword Perhaps this was meant to show he didn't need weapons, but to Arran's eyes, it just looked like a silly affectation
”You're late, newcomer,” the novice said sharply ”What's your House?”
”I' the young man's hostile tone
”The House of Swords?” The novice sneered ”A barbarian co to speak?”
Soroup of initiates
”You have a problem with my House?” Arran asked
It was clear the novice ht as well take the bait — he had no intention of training ere obviously the least-skilled initiates in the House of Flames
”A problem? Not at all” A thin s to see savages try to uplift themselves,” the novice mocked ”Of course, aspiration won't coht you're looking for?” Arran had no wish to exchange insults with the arrogant little git If the young ladly administer one ”Very well Step up”
His response seemed to take the novice by surprise, and a look of puzzle ainst a novice of the House of Flames?” Despite the confident words, the novice's tone carried a hint of hesitation It seeed
”Let's find out,” Arran replied ”Or do you lack the confidence to face an initiate?”
The novice stepped forward Though he seeainst an initiate who had directly challenged hirave ather Essence for an attack
Yet before he got a chance to attack, Arran launched a Fla with power He had prepared for the attack theEssence and launching it at the young man in front of him only took an instant
His opponent hastily created a Wind shi+eld when he Sensed Arran's attack, but the sloppy defense was torn apart by the force of the iered backward in shock
Before the young man could recover fro Force spell that sent his body flying With a loud thud, the novice crashed into the wall three dozen paces behind hiround, soht
Suddenly, a woo check on hiroup of initiates, co man After a short inspection, he visibly relaxed — Arran's opponent was injured, not dead
Arran turned toward the woman who had spoken Her presence was no surprise — he had noticed her thequietly as she observed the initiates
And if he had guessed correctly, she was an adept rather than a novice
She walked over to Arran unhurriedly, and as she approached, he gave her a studious glance
She wore the crih unlike the novice, there was a sword at her side At a guess, Arran thought she was of age, though perhaps a year or two younger With long brown hair and a calh not unusually beautiful
”An i slightly aic are rare — and ones froed ”I kneeak”
She gave him a curious look ”How so?”