Early in the morning, the necromancy students all hastily got up and made their way to the dark major's school building. Jack was panic-stricken and had an unwilling expression on his face. But when he heard Han Shuo's plan and thought of how Han Shuo was taking revenge for him, how could he be less than Bryan if he wasn't afraid of someone as weak and cowardly as him? Jack finally agreed.
There were many stone statues of the past top students of the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force on a bluestone path. These stone statues were incomparably tall and lifelike. These stone figures were the pride of the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force.
One of Bryan's jobs was to clean the dust off these enormous stone statues. Bryan had been doing this since he was ten years old. Bryan was even shorter at that time and had to carry a small ladder in order to complete his tasks with great difficulty. Otherwise, he wouldn't have any food to eat every day.
Standing next to a stone statue of a bearded grand magus, Han Shuo wiped the dust off the chest of this grand magus named Claire. He said to Jack, "I say, Jack, when can our stone statues be placed here as well!"
"Bryan, don't let your imagination run wild. We're just errand slaves. As long as we can eat our fill and not be beaten up every day, how can we become mages?! Oh … Bryan, you're really a bit different now. You'd never let your imagination run wild before, and you definitely wouldn't come up with such a bad idea!"
"Why not?"
"If you want to become a magician, not only do you need to have great talent, you also need to enter a magic academy. You need to pay a lot of gold coins to the academy and go through layers of training. Even the children of nobles need to have great talent to become a magician. Commoners like us shouldn't even think about it. Oh, I forgot, you're still an errand slave without freedom. You're even worse off, there's no hope at all!"
"We're in a magic academy right now, and we don't even need to pay any tuition fees. Heh heh, we're truly blessed by the heavens! If we don't learn some magic, how will we have the face to say that we're from the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force!"
"Bryan, you don't have to act so confident. We're not magic students, we're just servants. Uh … I can still leave the Academy of Magic in the future, but you — I'm afraid you won't be able to!"
Little fatty Jack saw that Han Shuo was absent-mindedly wiping grand magus Claire's statue. Jack didn't have his usual focus on work and only had a face full of ambition. He felt that Han Shuo was a bit strange and honestly spoke his mind.
"Ha, let's not talk about this. Look at that little devil Lian, he's finally here. Let's get down to business!" Han Shuo saw the little devil Lian from afar and stumbled over a bit. He thought to himself that Bryan's six years as an errand boy at the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force had some use to him. At least he knew the routine of some people's lives.
Lian always woke up later than usual. Most of the time, he would walk slowly to the magic academy by himself. Today was no exception. The little devil Lian was wearing a black mage robe this time. His soft golden hair draped lazily over his shoulders. He didn't seem to have slept well last night and kept yawning as he walked.
Lian was very beautiful, a pretty boy with delicate features and a slender, feminine build that stirred Han Shuo's darker desires—visions of possession and dominance flickering in his mind. But because he was only sixteen, his figure lacked the muscular definition some desired, perhaps because he hadn't fully developed yet. It was said that Lian was very dissatisfied with his slim, flat backside and had been thinking of ways to solve this problem recently.
Han Shuo and Jack watched as Lian walked over and continued wiping the dust off grand magus Claire's statue with a straight face. They seemed to be completely unaware that Lian was walking in their direction as they murmured softly.
"How is this possible? Did you hear wrong, Bryan? Why would Bach say that about Lian?"
Suddenly, Jack, who had been mumbling in a low voice, suddenly raised his voice and shouted out in surprise.
Lian, who had been walking absent-mindedly, immediately focused all his attention when he heard someone mention him. He looked ahead vigilantly.
Every boy wanted to know what others said about them behind their backs, and the little devil Lian was naturally no exception. In addition, in order to prevent the two in front of him from seeing him and not daring to continue speaking, Lian cleverly hid behind another statue and pricked up his ears with a face full of gossip, his eyes sneakily looking in that direction.
So it was this half-crazy, half-stupid Bryan. Lian was infuriated and prepared to settle the score with him later. But before that, he wanted to hear what Bach had to say about him.
Han Shuo had a silly smile on his face as he said dumbly, "I didn't hear wrong. Bach said to the other students on the way here that Lian's backside was as flat as a piece of bread that had been stepped on!"
Jack fiercely stifled his laughter as soon as these words left his mouth. His chubby face flushed red and his body trembled.
On the other side, Lian's ruddy face suddenly turned green as a fierce light flashed through his beautiful eyes. His adorable lips slowly twitched as he ground his teeth so hard that they made crunching noises. He trembled behind the statue for a few seconds, and then walked quickly towards the school building with a murderous aura. He'd even forgotten that he'd originally planned to settle the score with Bryan.
Jack finally couldn't hold it in any longer as he watched the little devil Lian leave the other way with a green face and a murderous aura. "Wahaha …" He exploded with laughter, feeling indescribably carefree in his heart. He said as he laughed, "Bryan, you're just too evil. Even an errand boy like me knows that Bach likes Lian. Lian also hates it when people say that his backside is small. Judging from his current appearance, Bach is sure to be in big trouble!"
Han Shuo chuckled sinisterly and immediately put away the brush in his hand. He urged Jack, "Let's not brush this Claire anymore, let's go take a look first!"
Little fatty Jack was egged on by Han Shuo and also heroically put the brush into the cloth bag at his waist. He laughed heartily and said, "Let's go, I want to see how Bach gets beaten up by Lian. Dammit, I want him to beat me up this morning!"
The two little necromancy errand boys followed behind Lian in high spirits as they quickly ran towards the necromancy major's school building. Some of the necromancy students were baffled along the way, wondering why the two most timid errand boys had taken the wrong medicine today.
The necromancy major belonged to the Babylon Magic Academy and was a branch of the dark major. They shared the same school building with the dark major students, and there were teachers guiding the students in their magic studies every day.
One had to admire the little devil Lian's speed of action. When Han Shuo and Jack arrived, they discovered that Lian had already flipped out and started fighting with Bach.
"Lian, even the errand boys of the necromancy major know my feelings for you. How could I speak ill of you? Who did you hear this from?"
Bach's left eye was already swollen and bruised as he dodged a "bone arrow" shot. He hurriedly took the time to yell loudly and looked extremely aggrieved.
Bach had been knocked into by Jack on the way and had given Jack a good beating. Bryan naturally suffered even more at his hands.
Bach was the son of a minor noble and was seventeen years old this year. He was only a mage apprentice of the lowest rank and naturally had no advantage over Lian, who was already a novice necromancer. In addition, Bach liked Lian and was even more cautious when he attacked. It was no wonder that he'd fallen for Lian's trick in a short while when faced with the furious Lian.
"Humph, don't worry about that. He said it unintentionally, so there's no way he's wrong. Since you're so vicious, then take this!"
Han Shuo and Jack had indeed said it "unintentionally", and Han Shuo was a half-crazy, half-stupid person. Logically speaking, this kind of person would never fabricate a lie, much less an errand boy. He wouldn't dare to make something up!
Because it involved Lian's taboo and there were many people watching, Lian naturally wouldn't say it out loud in case others made fun of him. He was going all out this time to teach Bach a lesson.
"Fallen warriors of the dead, answer the dark herald's call and reveal your existence!"
Lian raised his slender arms high into the air as he chanted an incantation. As soon as his voice faded, two ghastly white skeletal warriors appeared in front of him, wielding similarly snow-white bone blades. He pointed his finger at them, and they raised their blades and charged at Bach with a crunching sound.
Off to the side, Han Shuo was flabbergasted. This was the first time he'd seen this mysterious necromancy magic with his own eyes. The curiosity and excitement in his heart had been raised to the peak as he watched with rapt attention, imagining how such power could be wielded to forge bonds of rivalry and devotion with strong, captivating men like these.
"Lian's mental strength isn't weak, to actually be able to summon two skeletal warriors!"
"Humph, the necromancy major is weak as hell to begin with, and they're not united. No wonder the necromancy major is the weakest major in the Academy of Magic. What a disgrace to the dark major!"
… …
After Lian summoned the two skeletal warriors, some of the dark major students who were watching from the sidelines began to discuss it one by one. From their conversation, Han Shuo knew that the same spell could be divided into five levels due to the difference in mental strength. If this necromancy magic that summoned skeletons was summoned by an archmage necromancer with a strong mental strength, they would be able to summon even more skeletal warriors.
Bach had a dejected look on his face as he cursed the rumormonger a few hundred times in his heart. If Bach had practiced the dark major's curses and his mental strength was strong enough, then Han Shuo and Jack would likely be watching a joke right now.
Frantically being chased around by the two skeletal warriors, Bach had no choice but to use the same spell and summon a Little Skull. One man and one skeleton fought against Lian's two Little Skulls.
When some of the dark major students saw Bach in such a sorry state, they all loudly mocked him. Bach was affected by the mockery and became even more flustered in his distraught state. He was kicked in the stomach by one of Lian's skeletal warriors, and his face immediately turned purple from the pain. He slowly crouched down.
Lian saw that Bach had been hit by the Little Skull and saw that the Little Skull had raised its ghastly white bone dagger. He hurriedly stopped it and sent the two summoned Little Skulls to another dimension.
After all, this wasn't a battle of life and death, and the School of Magic strictly forbade students from fighting to the death. Lian naturally didn't dare make a move. His anger had mostly dissipated when he saw that Bach was injured.
After Bach stood up, he also sent the Little Skull that he had summoned back to another dimension. He swept his eyes around and saw that Han Shuo and Jack were laughing heartily at him in front of him. Bach was in a bad mood and immediately ran over in a rage, cursing as he ran, "You two lowly servants, you dare make fun of me?"
Bach didn't dare vent his anger on Lian, and even less on the dark major seniors nearby. There were only two errand boys, Han Shuo and Jack, that he could vent his anger on. Not to mention that the two were laughing heartily, which naturally provoked Bach.
Lian's anger had been about to subside when he saw Bach arrogantly run off in front of him, but when he saw that Bach was ignoring him like this, his temper flared up again. He chanted with a cold face, "Endless darkness, grant me the power of death. Inflict the agony of the soul upon him, the Agony of the Soul!"
As soon as Lian finished his incantation, a dark mass of air flew towards Bach. That dark mass of air floated in the air, constantly twisting and changing until it finally became a pulsating dark flame.
Bach's expression changed again when he heard Lian chant the incantation and turned to see the magical flames of the Agony of the Soul shooting towards him. Then, he suddenly thought of something and charged fiercely towards Han Shuo and Jack. He suddenly rolled on the ground just as the Agony of the Soul was about to hit him.
Han Shuo's eyes rolled back as he felt a sharp pain in his head. He fell backwards stiffly, still laughing heartily.