Spring left and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, Linley had spent half a year at the Ernst Institute.
During those days in school, Linley was like a thirsty man of the desert, frantically drinking up the basic fundamentals to magic. With regards to wind-style magic, Linley’s knowledge and strength continued to rise as well, and Doehring Cowart would give him pointers every so often as well.
Today, the sunlight was bright and beautiful.
The four bros of dorm 1987 had just finished lunch. They were wearing a set of sky-blue robes, the school uniform of the Institute. Because of constant physical training, Linley appeared all the more mesmerizing, with his elegant form covered by the sky-blue robes. This was why quite a few of the young girls in the wind magic class liked to chat with Linley.
At this moment, the four bros were walking while chatting idly.
“Right, Linley, today the rest of us are going to attend the new students fellowship. Are you going?” George chortled.
