Why?

"Because it's necessary." Uncle Maiya told Zhuang Mingge straightforwardly.

Magicians are human beings who have signed a contract with the devil and paid the price. In a sense, magicians are a group of people with personality defects.

Most people sacrificed the seven deadly sins, but some people made another choice.

Just like Zhuang Mingge claimed that he sacrificed his memory, some people sacrificed justice, some sacrificed conscience, and some even sacrificed kindness, integrity, and a series of other things to get what they needed.

If you ask why, the answer is simple.

The devil likes human beings to degenerate, so humans can gain more power by sacrificing justice, conscience, credibility, love and other beautiful things. That's all.

In order to gain great power, these people gave up their moral integrity. The academy could not kill them just because they made such a choice, so it had to keep them under surveillance.

But blind restraint is not the best choice. Occasionally, you can let them go and let them vent, as long as no one is killed.

So the underground arena was born.

Today, the underground arena has become a feature of Saint Laurent Private Academy.

It is also the most training place in the academy. As long as you can survive here, you are basically the best of your age in the magic academy. Generally speaking, those who have passed ten games are considered masters, those who have passed twenty games are elites, and those who have passed thirty games are considered elites.

There is no problem competing for the top spot.

Therefore, many people have joined this underground arena for various reasons in order to gain a better status, more people's admiration, or more cheers.

So Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy even has a saying.

The chief position is just a cloud, the real masters are in the underground arena.

Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, it is still quite reasonable.

As Uncle Maiya spoke, he looked at Zhuang Mingge's face and asked, "How are you doing? Are you interested in going to the underground arena to have a look?"

It would be a lie to say I'm not interested, but let's forget it.

Although his control over magic power had improved, Zhuang Mingge understood how much he weighed. If he really went to that underground arena now, he might be crushed by his opponent.

So, I readily rejected Uncle Mai Ya.

"Really, that's a pity."

Uncle Maia said something regretfully, sighed, and said expressionlessly: "By the way, magic is not allowed in the dormitory area. You knowingly violated it, so five credits will be deducted again."

Zhuang Mingge's eyes widened immediately, "Hey, hey, hey, Uncle Maiya, this is for you and me to use."

"What are you talking about? Are you going to kill someone if I ask you to do it? In short, the rules are the rules, no less than five credits." After saying that, he deducted another five credits from Zhuang Mingge before returning his student ID card.

"Here you go, keep your student ID card. If you do it again next time, ten credits will be deducted from you."

"Uncle, you bastard!"

Because he was worried about his ten credits, Zhuang Mingge didn't have a good night's sleep that night. When he woke up the next day with two dark circles under his eyes, he went downstairs and met Uncle Maiya, gritting his teeth in hatred.

"Hey, it looks like you didn't sleep well yesterday."

"Everything is thanks to uncle!" Zhuang Mingge's teeth started to itch with hatred, "Uncle should have slept well last night."

"Well, uncle eats well, sleeps well, and is very healthy!" He said, giving a thumbs up, his teeth shining.

Zhuang Mingge:......

When he met Xiang while eating, he was also startled by the dark circles under Zhuang Mingge's eyes, "What's wrong? It looks like he masturbated all night."

"Go to hell!"

The two of them finished their breakfast in a hurry and took the car to the teaching building together. On the way, Zhuang Mingge suddenly asked: "Hey, Xiang, do you know about the underground arena?"

Xiang glanced at Zhuang Mingge unexpectedly, "You know."

"Well, I know it occasionally."

"It seems like you have been invited by someone. Who invited you? Maia, the administrator of the dormitory?"

"How do you know?" Although Xiang has always been a scholar who knows many things in Zhuang Mingge's eyes, this time he was really frightened.

Xiang rolled his eyes at Zhuang Mingge who was making a fuss, and said: "The underground arena of the college is originally a bloody place. Ordinary students entering it have no power to fight back. Therefore, in order to protect these ordinary students, the underground arena will never be open to them. This

This also leads to the fact that more than 99% of the general new students do not know the existence of the underground arena."

He paused and continued: "In fact, not only the freshmen, but also many second and third graders don't know the existence of the underground arena. If you, a first-year student, want to know about the underground arena, you must have been invited.

Now, the closest guardian to us is Maia."

"Guardian? What is that?" Zhuang Mingge felt more and more ignorant.

"The guardians of the underground arena are a position specially established to maintain the order of the underground arena. These people ensure the safety of the participants. Every battle in the underground arena is bloody. The duel between magicians is very cruel. People will die if they are not careful.

, their presence can at least guarantee your safety."

As he said that, Xiang looked directly at Zhuang Mingge with his shining eyes, which made Zhuang Mingge feel scared in his heart.

"Watch what I do."

"You must not know that these guardians are also inviters. Only people approved by them are qualified to know the secrets of the underground arena. People who are not approved by them cannot step in there. They are completely newbies.

You are actually able to gain their approval, you are really secretive, Mingge."

He looked at Zhuang Mingge with a thoughtful look on his face. He was obviously a man, but his feminine face made Zhuang Mingge's heart flutter.

Especially the seriousness and tranquility shown when thinking made Zhuang Mingge even more fascinated.

Don't be fooled, this guy is a man, this guy is a man, this guy is a man...

Well, even if you are a man, as long as you like me, I will admit it!

Girls and so on, decisiveness is just a cloud.

"It's something hidden, I haven't even thought about it. It's just some weak progress recently." Zhuang Mingge said this, but it suddenly dawned on him that Uncle Maiya still had such an identity.

Then, the teaching building arrived.

After getting off the bus, the two people quickly parted ways. Zhuang Mingge was in Class Z, but Xiang was in Class A. The classrooms on both sides were separated by two floors, one in the east and the other in the west.

As usual, after entering the classroom, Zhuang Mingge was still disgusted by the other students, as if they were looking at garbage and did not want to get close.

Zhuang Mingge didn't take it seriously, walked to his seat and sat down, staring straight out of the window while there was no class.

The bright sunshine was shining, and on the playground outside the window stood a group of girls wearing sports shorts and white clothes. They were fat, thin, and each had their own merits.

Adding an eagle eye technique to himself, Zhuang Mingge's eyesight increased instantly. He could even clearly see the dilation of the pores of the girls during exercise. What surprised him was that among the group of exercising girls, Zhuang Mingge saw a

A familiar figure.

Long green hair, plump figure, and gentle smile.

Cyril Barrett.

His sister.

Although Zhuang Mingge does not admit such a relationship, in terms of blood, genes, and the eyes of outsiders, they are genuine siblings.

Moreover, the opponent is also the chief student of the third grade, the famous Thunder Witch.

And I was just an inconspicuous freshman in the first grade, a mixed-race person who was hated and discriminated against by those superior pure-bloods.

No matter where you look at it, he and the other person are as different as the sky and the earth.

Why did she suddenly come to see him like this?

Is it out of concern between siblings?

Or maybe he looked down upon his mixed-race brother in a condescending manner.

Although his subconscious did not think that Cyril was an arrogant person, the way his classmates and others looked at the mixed-race child really made Zhuang Mingge have too many guesses about the relationship between siblings.

Moreover, since they are siblings, why don't they just say it outright and insist on approaching themselves with a name like Einzbelo.

Well……

Zhuang Mingge, who was in a trance, suddenly found that his eyes collided with those of Cyril. The other party immediately raised her right hand and waved it, as if to say hello to her. Even the women around her looked over in surprise.

Zhuang Mingge quickly withdrew his gaze and pretended to stare at the blackboard.

After a while, Zhuang Mingge turned his head again, and happened to meet Cyril's eyes. Fortunately, the people around her just dispersed, leaving her standing alone and smiling to herself.

Cyril opened her lips slightly and said something, but because the distance was too far, naturally no sound could be heard.

But judging from the shape of the other person's mouth, it seems...

Good morning, brother!

Zhuang Mingge was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the other person suddenly changed his name to younger brother. He looked at each other calmly for a few times, until the bell rang, and he slowly looked away.

At the same time, the teacher walked into the classroom leisurely.
Chapter completed!