(I still need tickets, I still need tickets)

The so-called registration means handing over your recruitment letter to the other party and then receiving a card from the doorman.

In addition, one hundred gold coins must be paid as the examination fee. One hundred gold coins are not important income for Star Aviation Academy. Its function seems to be just to stop those who just want to go to Star Aviation Academy to take a casual visit.

The doorman had an exaggerated hawk nose, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken like malnutrition. There was a pair of large but mentally indifferent eyes under his sparse eyebrows. He had collected the exam fee paid by Huolei and did not count it. He threw the pile of gold coins into his empty ring, and then took the application book handed over by Huolei with his other hand.

"Name?" the doorman asked without raising his head.

"Horai." Horey replied truthfully, and suddenly woke up and added: "Horai Gusta."

The concierge looked up at Huo Lei, then handed over a card.

Ho Lei breathed a sigh of relief. It was easier than he thought to obtain the exam. Of course, this was mainly due to the recruitment book.

Entering the academy through the side door, Horay picked up his card and took a look. In addition to his name, there was also a number "126". Horay was strange. He had never seen anything written by the concierge to the card. There was no doubt that this was a magic card.

Horay gently stroked the card in his hand, but could not feel any magic fluctuations. Perhaps, just this magic card had exceeded the range of Horay's magic sensing.

Huole looked up and looked along a tree-shaded road behind the door and kept trying to extend, and finally landed on the circular dome hidden in the shadow of the tree. Huole then took a step and walked towards the direction of the sky hall.

There were many people standing at an entrance to the Sky Hall, but before the entry time was reached, the prospective students stood in the open space outside the hall. They gathered together in groups of three or three, and the expressions on their faces were constantly changing according to the content of the conversation.

"What do you mean? Return it to me quickly, otherwise I will find the teacher from the college to come!"

"Little Kouli, I'm going to ask you what it means!"

A few people gathered together not far away, as if they were quarreling loudly, attracting the eyes of the crowd around them.

Huolei looked over and said that a young man was facing his back, his shoulders trembling slightly due to anger or fear. Standing opposite him were several young nobles, either with an angry expression or a confused expression, but Huolei could see that their eyes showed some kind of teasing and gloating.

"You just hit me, and then my student card disappeared. Who else could it be if you didn't steal it? Return it to me quickly. That's the important props and vouchers to be used for exams and admission!" The boy questioned angrily, but he could hear it. There was a hint of panic crying in the voice.

It turns out that this card has such an important role in addition to identifying its identity, which Huolei did not expect.

"What did you say?" a short man shouted in a fuss: "You said the noble Lord Berkner stole your things? You didn't say it when you hit Lord Berkner, but you dared to slander him! You should be careful when you speak! He is the only legal heir of the respected Marquis of Berkner. Will he steal the things of a little baron heir? Joke!"

The shorter people immediately cooperated and burst into laughter.

"Besides, I think you can't get into Star Aviation Academy no matter what. What do you want to do with the student card? Go home as soon as possible to get breastfeed!" Listening to the laughter of the people around you, the short man continued to add with some encouragement, but it attracted a louder burst of laughter.

A young man standing next to the short man raised his head proudly, looking at the person opposite him with disdain in his eyes. It seemed that he was Lord Berkner.

The so-called Lord does not refer to a specific title, but a kind of honorific title for the heir to the title.

The noble titles of the Herrantes Empire were divided into five levels, namely Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron, and Duke were all granted to royal princes without exception. Among the Herantes noble ruling class, Marquis can be said to be the highest and most prominent among the families with different surnames. His family members often hold important official positions in the government, church and temple fleet.

That is indeed not something that the lowest level baron can resist.

“Get out of here!”

Berkner rudely reached out to push the boy away, but the other party held his sleeve tightly with his backhand: "Give it back to me!"

Seeing that Berkner was pulled by that man, the few people around Berkner immediately stepped forward and pulled him up. It was about to be ganged up, but a strange voice suddenly sounded.

"Look, is this your card?"

It was Huo Lei who spoke!

As early as the short man was shouting with a look of fake tiger power, Horay had already seen Berkner quietly stuffing something to another person behind him. The man was of medium height and fat. After taking the things he handed over to Borkner, he left the people who were arguing with a smirk and walked away to the side.

How could this method of transferring dirt be hidden from Horay? He, Johnny and Hezel have already made this game perfect, not to mention that the other party's method is still so clumsy!

Horay didn't want to worry about the pranks between these children, but after hearing the short man was both a threat to the boy and a flattering speech to Lord Berkner, he looked at the actions of the noble young men who bullied the weak. Finally, Horay walked over to the little fat man who had quietly left. After a meeting, the little fat man had not noticed anything at all, and a card had fallen into Horay's hands.

Everyone looked at Horay, and Berkner and the others also turned their inquiring eyes to the little fat man. The little fat man touched his body, and finally had to spread his hands to his accomplices in confusion: The thing is gone.

The boy who had been facing Berkner and the others and turned his back to Horay turned around at this moment, and the two were stunned at the same time.

The other party was the young master Chapman I met at Dad Ganley’s magic shop a few days ago!

At the beginning, Huo Lei heard the other party's voice a little familiar, but he could not connect the now bullied but powerless to fight back with the arrogant noble young master he met in the magic shop that day.

"It's you!" Chapman's eyes lit up, then dimmed, but he still looked at Horay and the magic card in his hand as if he had seen a great savior.

"This is your card, Master Chapman." Horay didn't want to get stuck anymore, so he handed the magic card in his hand back to Chapman, then turned around and planned to leave, but the fat man who had just suffered a loss in Horay's hand blocked in front of Horay, crossed his waist and grinned, as if he wanted to find face in front of his companions.

"Who are you? Who wants you to meddle in other people's business!"

"Mediating on other people's business?" Horay spread his hands innocently: "I just saw a card on the ground, pick it up and return it to him."

"Is that true?" The little fat man did not see any flaws on Huo Lei's face. Instead, he began to suspect that he had accidentally dropped the card on the ground, and he unconsciously brought an uncertain tone as he spoke.

Horay ignored him and continued to walk to the side. Chapman looked at Berkner and the others, and followed Horay to leave.

"stop!"

Horay and Chapman turned around at the same time, looking at the stern Burkner.

"Okay, Lord Chapman has friends too. Let's meet?" Berkner looked at Horay with some viciousness: "I am Henry Berkner of the Berkner family, what's your name?"

At this time, Chapman saw Berkner turn his attention to Horay, and instead shrank back, intending to distance himself from the group of people as soon as possible. Horay looked at him with contempt and looked arrogant when facing a person with a lower status than him. When he encountered a tough guy, he became a soft persimmon that made people pinch it casually. It would be fine if he bullies the weak and fears the strong. Anyway, the nobles have this kind of virtue, but now he wants to leave behind himself who has just helped him, which is really cold.

"Where do you want to go, Little Cork?" The little guy beside Berkner spoke: "You just said that Lord Berkner stole your stuff, but now the truth is revealed. You obviously lost it by accident. Now your charge of slandering Lord Berkner is a surefire!"

Chapman immediately turned pale and blurted out with a trembling voice: "His name is Horay!"

Huo Lei wished he could go up and kick the bastard to the ground.

Everyone looked at Chapman and waited for him to say Horay's surname, but Chapman could not know, so he turned Baba's eyes to Horay.

Horay couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Horay originally wanted to borrow Gusta's surname to take the college exam. He didn't want to make trouble, but he didn't expect that he just gave a little bit of a grudge, but he caused such a big trouble to himself.

Huole is not afraid of trouble. In fact, Huole is just a master at solving trouble, but in this situation, it is indeed not suitable to continue to get entangled.

He even began to regret that he helped Chapman, but the current situation had to be dealt with.

"My name is Horay Gusta, Lord Berkner." Horay smiled and bowed slightly to Berkner, completely invincible: "I am just a small person from the remote desert of the empire, and it is really not enough to make you condescend and make friends."

Huole had no choice but to report the name displayed on his student card. Anyway, these young nobles could not have gone to the Gusta territory far away from the mountain to the emperor for personal verification for the sake of this little thing in front of them.

"Well..." Berkner snorted with a little satisfaction. Gusta's answer was quite useful to him.

"Gusta?" the short man frowned: "Is it the Gusta territory that the northern mountains are still going north?"
Chapter completed!