In the afternoon, all the first-year students were mobilized, totaling about three hundred people, divided into fifty to almost sixty groups, led by ten ntors, each ntor responsible for five or six teams.
Hilia’s Holy Maiden Squad was led by their familiar Magic Puppet training course ntor—Abros.
Abros was only responsible for four teams. Looking at the twenty students in front of him, he said, "You are the students who completed the advancent before the end of your first year. Your task is different from other students; you all need to explore the Lost Lighthouse in depth."
"Rember, in the ruins, if you encounter things you don’t recognize, do not touch; if you co across inscrutable runes, just walk away; if you encounter unfamiliar phenona, do not approach; do not attempt to get close to the lighthouse. Rember these four points, and your safety index increases by 50%."
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, follow , let’s go and take the Directional Teleporter."
The four teams lined up in four columns, with the team captain at the front of each column.
Hilia observed the other four teams.
Hmm, she didn’t recognize them.
They weren’t students from her class.
It’s too bad, she’s the only Tier Two Mage in the whole class.
In front of the ntor, Doris said nothing, standing in front proudly, with a high spirit and spring in her step.
Hilia pouted.
Getting so proud just for being a team captain.
What if she becos a Holy Daughter?
The qualities of a Holy Daughter—kindness, purity, affinity, talent, Divine Contract—Hilia saw none of them.
Kindness, purity, affinity, not a bit.
Talent? Maybe.
Divine Contract? Maybe, this is supposed to relate to one’s compatibility with the Gods, but it’s actually reflected in the Holy Word Skill.
None of them had displayed the Holy Word Skill to each other and were not very familiar with each other’s progress in Holy Word Skill practice.
After all, for them, the Holy Word Skill was ineffective.
The Divine Magic Academy has a Directional Teleporter, so they didn’t need to go out especially.
Abros led everyone to the Directional Teleporter, entering it together with the other teams.
The Directional Teleporter at the Divine Magic Academy can teleport nearly a hundred people at once. It’s an ultra-large teleportation array specially activated by the school for various remote activities.
At this mont, the large teleportation array had already connected with the camp near the Lost Lighthouse, and once nurous teachers and students stepped into it, they were instantly teleported to the camp near the Lost Lighthouse.
When the scenery reappeared in front, Hilia found herself in a massive adventure camp.
"This is the campsite set up by the school outside the Lost Lighthouse. As one of the ancient ruins that have yet to be conquered, adventurer rcenaries frequently co and go here, and over ti, the camp beca prosperous, reaching the size of a small town. We’ve established a long-term camp here, using this ancient ruin as one of the trial grounds for students."
The principal’s voice reached the ears of all arriving students.
At this ti, everyone was curiously looking around. Many students couldn’t accept the school’s assignnts due to the lack of Magic Puppets, and naturally, they didn’t have the necessary identification to directly take assignnts at the rcenary Guild.
In this circumstance, the only way to pick up assignnts was to take exams at the rcenary Guild and beco official rcenaries.
But there’s a downside to this—unable to take assignnts under the guise of tasks to excuse absences, they could only go on weekends or choose small tasks that had to be completed in one or two days. Missing class ti carelessly would result in being marked absent.
Without Magic Puppets, the assignnts that could be taken were greatly limited, usually only able to take on life-related assignnts like helping Ms Susan find her cat.
Such an ancient ruin was beyond their imagination.
Consequently, most students had never visited such temporary camps.
Blake understood this point, so when he gave his speech, he first introduced the situation of this camp, then proceeded with encouragent and reminders.
The speech lasted about twenty minutes, all key points without any unnecessary words, and everyone listened attentively until the principal left.
Afterwards, the ntors each led their teams away for separate briefings on how to enter the ancient ruins and other detailed precautions.
Abros led the four Tier Two teams of first-year students, leaving the camp straight away and heading outside the camp.
Here, on a gentle slope, one could see the distant silhouette of a towering lighthouse.
The top of the lighthouse was lit, shining the path ahead for ships.
Abros pointed at the lighthouse and said, "After you enter the lighthouse’s searching range, do not look straight at the lighthouse. This contaminated lighthouse no longer guides direction. On the contrary, staring at it causes mist to descend, making people lose their way."
"See that wooden barrier in front of the lighthouse? Tomorrow, you will enter the lighthouse’s influence range through that barrier."
"Upon entering the ruin’s range, it will naturally produce fog to enshroud you, but don’t worry, this fog has been purified, and apart from obscuring vision, it carries no other effects."
"Inside, there’s a previously placed locational device that your wristbands can connect to. The locational device will inform you of which areas are safe and explored, and which are dangerous awaiting exploration."
"However, once you enter the searching area, the locational device will beco ineffective, and then you must rely entirely on yourselves."
Abros looked solemnly in the direction of the beach and continued:
"Do you see that stretch of beach? It’s beautiful, with coconut trees, known as the Golden Coast, but those coconut trees can’t be touched—they can pull a person’s soul into the tree. If you see coconuts on a coconut tree, they’re not naturally grown; they’re adventure rcenaries drained of their souls."
Sounds of inhalation arose around as everyone looked at the coconut trees with a hint of fear in their eyes.
"There’s one more thing to note—coconut crabs in the seawater. These coconut crabs resemble normal ones, but they’ll explode, instantly releasing pollution that even Tier Four Mages can’t withstand. Unless absolutely necessary, avoid wading or approaching the coconut crabs."
"Alright." Abros turned back and faced all the students: "Today, take so ti to rest, you can wander around the adventure camp to purchase necessary tools, but don’t leave the camp casually, especially after dark. Although this area is beyond the Lost Lighthouse’s influence range, the night remains dangerous."
"You must pay attention to this, even when inside, and try to return by dusk every day, continuing exploration the next day. The night at the lighthouse is very dangerous."
Having said that, Abros briefly explained the tasks for each team and points the captains needed to notice, then waved everyone back to the camp.
Doris led her teammates back, a smug smile returning to her lips, "Humph, as the captain, I’ll arrange your accommodation tonight, Hilia..."
"I’m not sleeping with you," Hilia replied imdiately.
Doris, furious, retorted, "I don’t want to sleep with you either! Everyone has their own bed! If I could quit the team, I would’ve kicked you out already!"
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