Chapter 88 Master-level memory and high-level fighting spirit
Seeing that Francis started to stir up trouble again, Clemont sat at the table speechlessly.
"I'm going to leave the day after tomorrow! This time I'm here to say goodbye to you! It will be a long time before we see you again this time!"
Roland, Graham and Harris at the table suddenly fell silent.
But Francis stood up excitedly.
"Oh my God! You guys are finally leaving! It seems that the great God of Light has finally heard my prayers!"
Looking at Francis with an exaggerated expression, Clemont slapped the table with a dark face.
"That's enough for you! Don't force me to challenge you to a knight's duel!"
In fact, Clemont can also understand Francis's mentality at this time. After all, he is really to blame for this matter. If he hadn't worked too hard, it would not have aroused instructor Aldridge's competitiveness and would not have been involved.
Francis and others suffered along with him.
In the final analysis, all this is because I have worked too hard!
Ahem, let’s get back to the topic.
If their cultural classes can also pass Teacher Cecilia's assessment, then they can graduate successfully.
Of course, the reason why Clemont was able to learn a year's worth of things in just three months... No, counting three outings, the time he spent actually studying the cultural and tactical classes was only one month.
In fact, it all depends on a specialization that Clemont copied from Teacher Cecilia.
[Specialization: Master Memory]
[Specialty introduction: Able to quickly memorize all the information heard and seen, and save it in the mind, with the additional ability - instant memory! 】
The ability of instant memory is very terrifying. It allows Clemont to remember all the information that appears in his eyes almost instantly.
It was with the help of this ability that Clemont was able to read all the books in the college library in one month. Not only that, he also took the time to go to the Imperial Library that Uncle Kyle said - a collection of books.
A million-dollar super-large library.
There are nearly a hundred scholars who manage books there.
Therefore, the current Claremont can be said to be half a mobile library. After all, flipping through books is a physical job. Moreover, his frivolous behavior also made the scholars in the library grit their teeth and wanted to kill this scum who blasphemed knowledge.
So Clemont accepted it as soon as he was satisfied. Anyway, the useful knowledge has been stored in his mind, but he did not intend to let go of other books that he had not read. He must write them all down when he has the opportunity in the future. Although the knowledge is of little use to him now
Use it, but you may not know when it will be used.
And after three months, he has made it a habit to find ways to have physical contact with strangers when meeting strangers. After all, a good specialization will help him get twice the result with half the effort.
But it's a pity that even though he tried his best to visit all the students in the advanced training class, he still didn't get any useful specializations. They were either some duplicates or some weird specializations that he had never heard of.
The only thing that is useful is the [Advanced Fighting Spirit] copied from Graham.
[Specialization: Advanced Fighting Spirit]
[Specialty introduction: When entering combat, you can maintain a high fighting spirit and will not be overwhelmed by the enemy's momentum. The level of immunity to the pressure of fighting spirit increases with the increase of the specialization level, and there is a chance of triggering the 'violent fighting spirit'
state.】
This specialization can be said to be the most practical one among the specialties owned by Claremont, because other specializations require training to be used proficiently, but this specialization does not require practice and can be triggered as long as it enters a combat state.
Return to the wine table.
At this time, after hearing Clemont's words, several people all had their own thoughts.
"It seems that I have no chance to fight you in the academy. I lost to you last time, but I will definitely defeat you next time we meet!"
Graham said with great fighting spirit at this moment that the failure of the last fight did not seem to affect him at all.
"Haha, okay, then I hope you can beat me next time we meet!"
Although Graham is belligerent, he is not the kind of mindless belligerent. At least he does not dare to challenge instructor Aldrich.
And Harris smiled and shook his head: "Haha, that's good. You can prepare well when you go back this time. The next time we meet, we may be on the battlefield!"
Upon hearing His Highness Harris's words, Clemont nodded.
As nobles, going to the battlefield is a responsibility that these advanced class students can never escape.
But don't get me wrong, the battlefield here is a battlefield that is open to the outside world, and this is also the unique final assessment of their training class.
Because in the past three months, nearly 500,000 combined troops from the Kingdom of Kaya and the natives of the Ozul Mountains have been assembled, and now they are waiting for the moment when the ice and snow melt in the spring.
However, this year's winter may end relatively late, and it will take four or five months to wait for the ice and snow to melt.
In other words, this war can only take place in March or April next year at the earliest, and this time is enough for Clermont to create the prototype of his own knighthood.
"Roland, why do you stop talking when you see Clemont? Do you like him?"
Seeing that Roland was still silent among the crowd, Francis touched his chin and glanced at their faces.
However, the next scene is a bit inappropriate for children.
There was only a chaotic sound of tinkling and clanging, occasionally mixed with screams.
After waiting for half a quarter of an hour, Roland and Clemont looked at each other and smiled, then sat back in their chairs with satisfaction.
On the other side of the hall, Francis, who had looked like an aristocratic young master before, was now like a little girl who had been insulted by seven or eight big men, holding the corners of his clothes and curling up in grievance, with bruises on his face.
"Hahaha, come on, come on, since you are leaving the day after tomorrow, we will not get drunk today! You, go and bring out the best wine in your store!"
Looking at Francis with a miserable face, Graham burst out laughing.
Seeing the owner's companion pointing at him, the bartender glanced at the owner next to him hesitantly, and then walked to the back cautiously.
"You two are too harsh! It's a shame that I still regard you as my best friends! Also, why are you slapping me in the face? If you beat me like this, how can I go pick up girls tonight?"
While the bartender was getting the drinks, Francis walked over, rubbing his cheeks and cursing, and sat down on the chair.
"Hehe, I admire you for being able to offend both of them at the same time with just one sentence!"
I wonder if they have been together for too long, but now even Graham, who is not good at words, has the shadow of Francis.
"Come, drink..."
The next day, Clement, who rarely practiced fighting spirit at night, slept until noon.
During this period of time, he was like a clockwork machine, working tirelessly back and forth between training and studying. Last night's hangover gave him a good night's rest.
"Master, it's time to get up! You have to say goodbye to Miss Mariana today!"