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"Those who fail will have their tuition fee of 4,500 gold coins refunded, but they will still have the opportunity to challenge, only once, and they will need to pay a fee of 500 gold coins..."
The loudly announced precautions were different from those around him, and there were messy surprises, unwillingness, and doubts... The various voices were mixed together and became extraordinarily blurry. Edward frowned. He found that there was not much surprise in his heart -
—No, or rather, it should be that he was too surprised, which suppressed the little bit of joy.
He lowered his head and glanced at the badge that had appeared on his chest at some point.
No, actually it is more appropriate to call it a talisman, because this palm-sized thing is hung around the neck by a thin chain. The material seems to be ordinary steel. It is dark and inconspicuous, but it is only in Edward's special eyes.
In the vision, there is a bit of bright red light flashing - well, in fact, if you remove this bit of luster, this thing is really clumsy. The shape of the half arc seems to be the silhouette of a bird spreading its wings and about to fly.
But Edward only took one look at it and connected it with the dog tag in his mind, which he could no longer convert.
Just as eye-catching, just as devoid of beauty.
This is obviously not the result he wants... But if he takes it off directly, it seems to be too much for the group to laugh at, right? Edward shook his head and noticed that most of the people around him had already hung a badge. Of course, there were
A few of them looked ashen, like those who had been approved in the funeral examination, and there was nothing. Edward searched his memory and remembered that they should be the ones who failed in the trial - but that was not entirely the case. To be precise, they did nothing.
A guy who didn't even cast a single spell.
Ignoring all the sights that were coming at him as if they were real, he nodded to the noble young man not far away from him - the latter was holding his own sign, smiling and making a congratulatory gesture to him.
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"...Okay, Edward Vincent, your reward as the chief apprentice is a blank spell book and an enchanted robe. Next, those who have obtained the badge come with me and listen carefully to what you must know.
Rules..." A mage in black robes slowly appeared from the darkness and waved his hand, then neatly folded cloth and a big brown book flew out of thin air and fell into Edward's hands.
Edward calmly took the two things and glanced at them - the spell book was made of ordinary parchment, had no spell records, and was only worth twenty gold coins on the market. The robe was an ordinary gray-brown linen robe.
It has a slight luster of enchantment, but it is very dim, and it must not be a high-end object.
But the meaning it represented was enough to cause another uproar.
"It's not fair"
The questioning voice carried a little bit of the childishness of a girl who had not yet faded away, but was sharp because of anger. The speaker squeezed out of the crowd and jumped in front of Edward, with a snow-white finger almost touching the latter's nose: "Why is he the chief?"
?I saw clearly that this guy never cast a single spell during the trial from beginning to end. He just relied on running fast to follow him to the end. In the end, he couldn't escape the trap. Why should he be made the chief?
?If he only destroyed a few skeletons...those Krorod people...the apprentices who came from Krorod killed more undead."
As expected, the uproar in the venue became louder and louder.
In fact, the same problem has been brewing in everyone's mind for a long time, but because of the majesty of the mages, no one dares to face the question directly.
Everyone here has also tried their best to enter the academy, but unlike someone who is down and out, most of their goals are not accomplished just by entering the academy - in order to be able to master magic skills
The farther you go on the road, the more effort you have to put in. Especially on how to gain the favor of the mages and make everything smooth sailing, they have conducted countless detailed investigations into the academy's system.
Therefore, they naturally know better than the guy who got the position but didn't take it seriously. The so-called "chief" qualification is more than just a title - it also represents a series of privileges, such as reading rights and the use of experimental materials.
quota, as well as discounts for purchasing magic items in the mage tower. More importantly, it has a superior status in the eyes of the mages. Naturally, there will be many more opportunities to learn... It can be said to be an expectation.
, the position closest to the mage.
Although they know that this privilege is not easy to obtain, they still have extravagant hopes in their hearts... Now this unique opportunity has been obtained by a man who looks quite old and does not even look like a mage. They
Naturally, I felt a little unwilling.
And this sharp questioning directly amplified this unwillingness.
No performance at all, but was selected to become the chief?
Could it be that this guy dressed in rustic clothes really has such bottomless strength that the Magic Academy made some special accommodations for him? But it doesn’t make sense? The legendary mages are all about rules and promises.
It is extremely important that in the one hundred and fifty years since the first day of the college's operation, there has never been a rumor that a lucky person can knock on the door without relying on talent... Even if there is such a thing.
The transaction hidden in the shadows must have taken place under the name of a rich nobleman. How could that older man with a smell of earth, a country bumpkin-like guy, be able to compete with those high-ranking nobles?
Is it possible that the characters in the cloud are connected on some level?
But if that's the case, is it necessary for him to come here and compete with people like himself?
Even if they know that based on their own performance, the results have changed and it has nothing to do with them... But no matter what, the instinctive rejection of the results and the hatred of successful people still make this question echo - especially for those who are close to Edward.
For the apprentices in the same group who "know a little bit about the inside story", this touch is amplified hundreds of times.
"quiet"
The black-robed mage looked coldly at the angry crowd, and finally let out a huge roar comparable to a dragon's roar.
"Remember it with your stupid heads... Who was the first to notice that a monster was attacking? Who was the one who reminded you to cast the spell? Who was the first to discover the passage? The first to stop you from touching the turntable
Who is it? Who was the first person to remind you that sea snakes are poisonous?"
His eyes swept across the group of apprentices who were shocked by the loud noise. He spoke slowly, and a series of questions in a hoarse voice pierced everyone's eardrums like sharp needle swords: "Didn't you escape? You guys are just crying.
The guy who can run away naturally doesn't know why the trial ended. It's actually very simple, because he solved the puzzle - in my opinion, a simple puzzle that even a child who has just learned to walk should be able to solve.
But you fools are allowed to be wiped out and escape to higher places to survive? Ha, what a complete fool's idea. I think some of you guys who climbed up should be not blind and see what is in the passage above the platform, right?
"
Scanning the group of quiet little ghosts, his voice gradually became lower:
"Keep in mind what I'm going to say next. The value of you slug mages does not lie in throwing fireballs and lightning, but in the wisdom of controlling the overall situation and the keen vision of seeing everything... That is our true strength.
When encountering any problem, we first think of using magic to solve it. This is the most stupid manifestation and a complete proof of vulnerability. What we pursue should be to use no magic - certainly not brute force, just use our
A smart mind can solve all the problems that cannot be solved with magic."
The mage's anger instantly suppressed all the accusations from the little devils...only countless eyes that seemed to be serious and gathered together were left.
As the center of his gaze, Edward lowered his head slightly, but there was no hint of joy in his heart - the mage made it clear that the puzzle should be solved by a child who had just learned to walk. Naturally, his level of performance was far superior to those of the mage.
There is nothing to be proud of in his eyes.
In fact, if you think about it, this test is not too difficult. The biggest trap is only when everyone acts together. Although these guys are impulsive and aggressive, there are also smart people among them. If there are only a few or even one person,
Faced with that kind of situation, you might notice more things.
Therefore, someone is regretting in his heart. He originally thought that this trial would not end so easily, so he solved the puzzle on his own, but now he has made it too eye-catching... If I had known this, I might as well have just gone ahead and solved it.
Hey, he followed the Krorod man and flew up. Although he lost a little chance, he wasn't particularly eye-catching.
"Also, you are a member of the academy from today, so when you do anything or express any opinions, you must remember this and fully consider your own identity and abilities. It will never be a mistake to act with caution... I don't care
Who were you before you entered here? Are you the emperor of your family, or are you an outstanding person in the eyes of others? From the first moment you step into the door, you are a group of the lowest apprentices. If you want a status commensurate with your own status, you have to
Rely on yourself and start fighting for it from now on."
The mage in black robe obviously didn't care about someone's psychological activities. He glanced at the group of children in front of him. He seemed to be still angry - not allowing anyone to react. He stretched out his hand and drew a rune in the air: "Since you have been kidnapped,
To be recognized as apprentices of the academy, you need to abide by the rules of the academy. Apprentices like you are not qualified to wear any magic equipment other than the regulations. I don’t care how you dress yourself after stepping out of the academy, but remember, before
Here, you can only use things provided by the academy and things without any enchantments."
Then strange power condensed in the air, turning into invisible palms, wandering around these small nobles or descendants of wealthy businessmen, ruthlessly tearing off their robes, taking away their staffs, and stripping
Dropping amulets and rings...all the equipment with magical fluctuations became the target of that power - if it was just these, it would be fine, but some people were not spared even their shirts and boots, although there were a few
The children tried to resist, but they were unable to withstand the opponent's superiority in numbers and strength. So in just a dozen breaths, a group of originally proud peacocks turned into chickens that had lost the fight.
"follow me."
The mage didn't care about their embarrassment. He immediately turned around and started to move forward. After a few breaths of sluggishness, a group of unlucky men had no choice but to follow the team carefully on their bare feet, shouting one or two words from time to time.
The sound was a soft scream that was echoed by the lines on the ground.
No one dares to complain. After all, most of the people standing here are people who claim to have studied the field of magic. Naturally, they can roughly assess the approximate strength of this mage - "Invisible Servant" is not something advanced.
Magic, however, can summon so many numbers silently. This mage's ability must at least be to the extent of unlocking the true name. It may even extend to one or two levels.
The team moved forward unhurriedly without any disturbance - except for the low-pitched discussions of the apprentices and the hoarse explanation of the mage, the mage tower was surprisingly quiet as they walked on the long, flat, etched road.
Among the corridors with countless magic patterns, not even a single apprentice appeared, let alone a mage.
"The lessons every morning are all for you. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, because here, all the magicians want to explain are freely chosen by them, and we will not interfere too much, so you
If you don’t understand, then it’s up to you. As long as you can get the certification from the Kingdom’s mage within three years, you can continue to come in and out of this place. No one in the academy will be in the mood to take care of the rest."
"As for basic things, you can ask any teacher. However, this kind of individual teaching requires some special fees. Of course, the reward is not necessarily cash, but may also be some special items for experiments.
You may be an assistant or perform some special tasks. When you perform these tasks, there will be a formal contract written out the conditions and remuneration, which will be collected by the teacher you selected, and the college will not interfere in any way."
"In addition, a real mage needs to enrich himself through constant fighting in addition to learning. This is the famous saying of the dean. Therefore, the academy will conduct some practical tests from time to time to give the apprentices different skills.
According to the evaluation, it is said that apprentices who perform well in this kind of trial will have the opportunity to learn from senior mages. They will also have more privileges."
"However, I need to remind you in advance that such a contract is not bound by the academy, and the consequences must be borne by the signer. If any of you have any accidents due to this, the academy will not give you a solution.
All we can give you is one piece of advice..." Before the first door, he paused slightly, and some parts of his hoarse words made most apprentices tremble: "Survival itself is a trial."
Of course, some people are happy about this.
But soon, Edward became a little disappointed——
Because judging from the mage's introduction, this most mysterious place on the entire continent seems to be no different on some levels from some of the educational facilities that claim to be higher education institutions in memory - even looser.
In a normal sense, there are only two fixed study periods every day, and they are big classes. A group of students wrapped in robes of various colors are concentrated in those spacious rooms, staring at them with sleepy expressions.
They looked at a huge flat crystal in front of them. The mage in charge of teaching had a hurried expression... they threw out what they thought were simple theories on the flat crystal, plus some vague guidance, leaving the students below dizzy.
Bloated or inexplicable...
Of course, this is also a free choice. Apprentices can also stay in the mage academy to study on their own, or return to the city to have a good time.
As for the library... there is one here, but it's not big. The collection of books inside can be seen at a glance - yes, you read that right, you can see it at a glance - there are only a dozen bookshelves, and the collection of books is not as good as that of a certain store.
The township-level public institutions in the apprentice's memory, especially the shelves in most of them, are still marked with the words "Picture Book".
The rest of the place is even more boring,
Perhaps this is also because there are not many parts that these newcomers with only the title of apprentice can actually enter - most of the time is spent in the long corridor, and there are very few places that need to be known... Five rooms
The spacious classrooms, libraries, laboratories, and places to purchase materials and magic items are all that everyone needs to remember.
As for the exploratory curiosity in the eyes of this group of newcomers, the mage dispelled it with just one sentence.
"Although there is no big problem, you'd better not easily set foot in places I haven't introduced. Every door here, including the open corridors, has its own permissions that need to be passed. Although most of the doors are only
It will hinder your progress, but we can't guarantee that there won't be a mistake in one of them, and the consequences will be troublesome... At least I hate those corpses that need to be scooped out with a spoon."
This description, uttered by that hoarse voice, seemed to be particularly convincing... The silent brats did not dare to say anything other than swallowing their saliva and trembling in their hearts.
Everyone is well aware of the habits of magicians; for things they find important, several preset magic traps are necessary, and in this place with the largest number of magicians in the world, any form of magic of any power,
It's possible for them to appear. Not to mention the corpses scooped up with a spoon... Even the more miserable ones may appear.
…
After an afternoon of waiting, testing, and walking, fatigue will give rise to the desire to go home, occupying most of everyone's heart. Therefore, after the black-robed mage announced his disbandment, most of the little ghosts left in a hurry.
scattered.
But several extremely tall figures gathered together at this time.
"It still doesn't work... Your Highness." After looking around to make sure that no one was around, the bald boy Crowlod approached the only woman among them: "The magic protection here is too tight. Every
The doors are heavily guarded. We can't even get close."
"Don't be anxious... the days are long. Also, don't say this here in the future." A subtle but stern voice came from under the mask. After a pause, she suddenly looked around: "Which of you saw that guy...
That guy named Edward?"
"Huh?" The bald head was stunned: "I saw him lagging behind just now. I guess he didn't want to face those brats..."
So the tall woman was silent for a moment, turned around and walked towards the way she came.
After turning a corner, her footsteps suddenly paused and stopped in a shadow - at the end of the distant corridor, a figure in a gray robe was stopping in front of a corridor without a door.
He seemed to be observing something carefully, but very quickly, he stretched out a palm forward...
Then, covering the corridor, an invisible light film flashed out, and then quietly receded...
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