The opening ceremony was going smoothly.

There were no demon attacks, no black wizard disturbances, and even student conflicts were suppressed in front of the guests, which seemed to be different from the boring rituals that Verland had attended before entering the space.

Even though I was mentally prepared.

The veterans of the North American team were still deeply uncomfortable with this almost 'life-oriented' task - not only because it does not match the space difficulty of the Eighteen people, but also because this task is completely inconsistent with the tone of the main god space.

“—Is the opening ceremony considered over?”

Among the veterans, Ivan twisted his butt in his seat a little annoyed. As a berserker, he let him sit in a chair with a steadfast like a primary school student for several hours, which was really a bit embarrassing him. This is almost the most boring task experience he had after entering the space.

The captain of the North American team slowly exhaled the messy air in his chest, opened his eyes, and looked around.

On the ritual platform, the figure of the young Fringe Academy dean has disappeared. The Taoist rhyme that flows in the air because of His prayers is retracting into the depths of the sea of ​​laws of this world.

At the highest point of the rostrum, the school principal and vice principal positions were empty again - although the principal's seat was always empty, the school vice principals had undoubtedly been here just now, and all of the figures exuded the aura of a legendary wizard - other college deans, vice presidents, and senior professors also began to leave in groups of three or three.

Over the arena, as the entrance is stable, the small world hidden in the fog is clearly visible, and there is no need for additional support from the river water falling from the sky, so the cracked gap in the sky has long closed, and the water vapor surrounding the stands has gradually dried up as the long river disappears.

Around the arena.

The young wizards were cheering and shouting as one hunting team after another entered the venue. On the viewing platform, some wizard organizations and family representatives were evacuating with the school professors.

Verland had reason to believe that many people in this world came to attend the opening ceremony, probably for the prayers of the legendary wizard, or the water vapor that had just spread around.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the task list, without any sign of update.

“——No prompt, there is no end.”

The astrology in the team answered the Bells' question instead of the captain and comforted him: "Isn't this the simplest task we have ever experienced when we sit in the stands? Just come out and relax."

"I would rather cut in the swarm for three days and three nights than sit here for three hours." The Berserker replied depressedly, but he did not get up and continued to sit in his original position.

But soon, he found that he seemed to have a chance to stand up.

“—What are those people doing?”

He leaned his head and looked to the front of the viewing platform. The wizards sitting in the front row stood up like a tide, but did not leave the scene. The aura of respect rushed from the first row like a wave to the last row where they were.

Verlander noticed anomalies in front of the stands earlier than he did.

He even knew what was going on.

“——A big man passed by, please keep a low profile.”

His throat was a little tight, and he spoke very quickly and told his companions around him: "We can get up with the others... If we don't know how to do it, lower our heads and do nothing. Don't offend them with your eyes or words."

The reincarnators knew the captain's pride very well.

What can make him call a "big man" and so nervous is that it can only be the legendary existence of this world, that is, the fifth-level powerful man in their cognition.

Level 5 strongman!

The veterans held their breath almost at the same time. Even Lilith, who had always been crazy, restrained her slightly frivolous aura, and was as well-behaved as the Little Red Riding Hood in a fairy tale.

Time seems to have passed a long time, but it is actually just a few breaths.

Another alien delegation sitting in the front row of the Sugus delegation had already stood up, standing in a manner and stood beside the seat. Seeing this, the reincarnators of the North American team also stood up and lowered their heads.

The berserker was a little crazy after all, and he raised his eyelids with the courage to raise his eyelids, followed the gaps in the crowd, and glanced at the front.

It happened to be that a young witch in a black robe and holding a cat cat was walking forward along the aisle next to their group's seats. He was behind him, followed by another young witch in a light green robe with long silver hair. With just this simple glance, Ivan suddenly felt a soreness in his eyes, and he immediately knew that he should lower his head.

He could clearly feel that the silver-haired witch exuded an aura that seemed to be different from the captain. There was no doubt that she was also a fourth-level strongman.

But she could only follow another male witch who he could not see clearly.

Compared to the Berserker.

As the captain of the North American team, Verland saw more of it—obscure magic fluctuations, almost substantial aura of laws lingering around his body, and even the cat in his arms seemed so unfathomable! More importantly, these two wizards were very young—not just their faces, but also the aura that surged around them as they walked, was like a spring breeze, full of vitality, which was not available to those old wizards.

Such a young legend and great wizard is very rare even in this university.

Verland almost immediately guessed the identities of these two big names.

Almost at the same time, a casual conversation between two big men came to his ears.

"——In today's occasion, you should wear the robe of the Fringe Academy, not any black robe."

Perhaps because he had arrived at the second half of the viewing platform, the silver-haired witch had less scruples and had a little dissatisfaction in her words. This seemed difficult to believe in the reincarnationists who were full of concepts of superiority and inferiority.

"I knew I should have chosen a better color for the Fringe Academy."

The young legend muttered, like an ordinary student, and whispered: "For example, purple or blue...whose male witch would like green!"

"Green represents vitality and hope! Is there any color that fits the original intention of our academy than it?" the silver-haired witch retorted in a low voice.

Verland remembers it very clearly that green is the color of the university's edge college.

This also confirms his previous speculation.

"——Did you choose blue because of the word "qing" in Qingqiu Mansion, or is that young lady Zhongshan like blue?" The voice of the silver-haired witch's complaint continued, making Verland feel a little uneasy - can this kind of topic with some privacy be said to them, such outsiders?

The young legend is not annoyed at all.

With a little carelessness, his eyes swept over the members of the Sughes delegation, as if he was looking at the ants on the roadside. A feeling of humiliation suddenly arose in Verland's heart.

“——Why can’t I just have the word ‘Qing’ in my name?”

The young legend's eyes paused slightly on Verland, without any warning, but made the captain of the North American team like ice water, and the anger that had just risen immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Are those two words the same?"
Chapter completed!