Chapter 1 The Prodigal Boy

Sekarion Empire, Royal Summoner Academy.

This is the highest academy in the empire with the mission of cultivating the best summoners, and it can provide a considerable number of summoner lords to the front line every year.

The youthful college is always full of jokes, and just this month, the stupid things Ictor did have become known to everyone.

"Hey, do you know what happened in the fourth grade recently?"

"Fourth grade? Aren't the seniors preparing to go to the front line? What will happen?"

"Hey, isn't this the initial summoning? All the senior students are preparing the holy relics for the summoning."

Most of the students of the Royal Summoner Academy have to go to the front line. In order to resist the enemy's attack, countless Summoner Lords have gone on to defend the empire's front line.

Because of this, the so-called Summoner School is actually more like a military school. Students only need to practice their knowledge and martial arts in the first three years, and then receive systematic and complete Summoner education. After studying, they are sent directly to

Go to the battlefield and become a glorious "border guard mage".

The first summons basically determines the future potential of this summoner, so everyone does not dare to neglect and is trying their best to prepare better holy relics to assist summoning.

In addition to Ictor, Ictor Shaplau, the second son of Baron Shaplau.

Quickly walking into the courtyard door, the maid on the side skillfully took the coat that Ictor took off.

His past life was no longer important to him. Born in a baron's family, Ictor originally planned to show off his ambitions and make a career in the world.

Iket has long passed the age of crying and coming back to his mother after being beaten. He knows exactly what he is doing.

As the baron spoke, he swung the stick in his hand and cracked the wall.

As for telling them that these stones are unusual, I guess they won't believe it.

This is because it is located in the suburbs. To be honest, the Shapulao family has been doing business for generations and is considered wealthy in the countryside, but it is nothing compared to the imperial capital.

However, despite being a man of two generations, Ictor could still marvel at the astonishing power of the alien warriors, but he was also quite stubborn in front of the baron.

Baron Orwell was very angry. This kid Ictor is good at everything, but sometimes he likes to make people crazy.

But in the final analysis, what prompted him to believe in this basket of stones was poverty.

"It's yellow. It glows at night. It's not gold or brass. I don't know what it is. In short, it's just some yellow stones."

"That is to say, and ah, I heard that my father was so angry when he saw him coming back with a basket of broken stones that he hung him up in front of the baron's palace and beat him! The screams could be heard even on the walls of the imperial capital.

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Fortunately, the exchange of information in the other world is not very developed. Although his name has spread throughout the school, most people don't actually know him.

"Master, I want you to go upstairs for dinner."

The background of the Shapulao family was not bad, but it was also destined that Iket would not be able to obtain a very good holy relic, so he wanted to give it a try, even if he failed miserably, he did not want to regret it.

Why can't he understand that there are some things that a family like theirs cannot afford?

Ictor shrank his throat. His baron father was different from his brothers who were good at business. The old baron specially trained him as a warrior in order to make the family go further. The purpose was for military glory, although it was useless in the end.

Just go up.

"you!"

After all, this is the imperial capital, the center of imperial power, and the most prosperous and safest city in the human world.

Unexpectedly, I ended up finishing "university" step by step, and my life trajectory was highly similar to that of my previous life.

In fact, it's just a nest.

After finding a random excuse to fool him, Ictor just wanted to go back to his room quickly. He didn't want to face his grumpy old father now.

Although Ictor had convinced himself, his reckless spending of money still could not convince his family.

"Stone? What are the characteristics of that stone?"

In addition to taking care of the family business, living here is just for the sake of the nobles' face.

Ictor stopped at the door of his home. A noble of the empire could only have a small courtyard at most in the imperial capital.

After that, he walked around Baron Orwell and walked into the house.

"Hahahaha! I'm laughing so hard! What does this mean? He doesn't expect to be able to summon a rock puppet with stones. Even the kids on the street know that at least one element crystal is needed!"

"Father, I have my own considerations, and I will bear the consequences myself."

Compared with those seniors who first showed their talents in their teens and established empires in their twenties, this kind of experience is really hard to use.

However, these days are coming to an end. Relying on his unique knowledge in his previous life, Ictor is confident that he has selected a holy relic that is enough for a counterattack.

It’s the baskets of yellow stones!

Others may not know what it is, but Iket knows very well that a stone that is neither gold nor brass and can fluoresce at night must have something to do with radioactive elements.

"Oh, as a time traveler, I really embarrass you seniors."

But such a knight-level warrior is still very intimidating. With Ictor's physique as a summoner, he really can't resist the baron.

Listening to the conversation between the two juniors, the embarrassed Ictor avoided the crowd without saying a word and walked straight home.

Although he seems to be such a well-behaved child at ordinary times, he always likes to make trouble at critical moments.

"Ictor, your wings are getting stronger and stronger!"

"You said you just bought those broken rocks, but now you don't even come to eat! What are you talking about!"

Gudu.

However, the old baron unexpectedly stood in front of the door. His tangled muscles were covered with veins, and he was holding a spiritual infusion stick passed down from generation to generation in the Ickert family.

"Old. Dad"

"Tomorrow is the summoning ceremony. I have to pack my luggage quickly now."

boom!

Baron Orwell became anxious and smashed Ickert's door with his bat.

"My stomach hurts, I won't go away."

"It was at this time that Iket used the money his family gave him to buy holy relics and bought a large basket of stones!"

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The kind that makes the Geiger counter beep wildly when turned on.

Thinking back to the "curse" mentioned by the mysterious vendor, Ictor became more and more convinced that this basket of yellow stones was definitely an extraordinary thing.

There was a hint of temptation in Ictor's tone. He really didn't know how his baron father was feeling.

Because he was hit by a dump truck and died, he traveled to a different world.

He, Ictor, was an ordinary office worker in his previous life, and he studied mechanics.

The seemingly solid wooden door was instantly broken into several pieces, and the splattered wood chips hit Iket's face, causing some slight pain.

1,000 gold coins! A total of 1,000 gold coins! Orwell was really miserable. The whole family spent a lot of money on the holy relics of Iket! In the end, they got back some useless stones!

The Baron is actually very miserable. In order to save the 1,000 gold coins for Ictor, he has not been to the Succubus Healing Club for three consecutive years!

Three years! You know how he coughed in the past three years, it's not important.

In short, it was quite difficult for the Shaplau family to collect these 1,000 gold coins. They originally wanted to let this boy exchange better holy relics with his seniors, but they didn't expect him to come back with a basket of stones!

Who wouldn't be angry if I replaced him?
Chapter completed!