Being slapped on the shoulder by the dean to call out the crowd, Roy, who had a guilty conscience, was inevitably in a state of confusion.
Gustas didn't say anything, and led him out of the training ground, through the quiet tree-lined paths of the campus, along a corridor of the central building, and towards the Fantasy Tower.
The noise on the training ground gradually disappeared. Roy stepped on the smooth marble floor and walked in the corridor hung with portraits of past deans and famous alumni of the college. As he walked, he looked back. The two men were wearing robes.
The old teacher was like a silent ghost, quietly following him and Gustas ten meters behind.
Although the two old instructors did not look amazing and were dressed in ordinary clothes, Roy could faintly feel a powerful magical presence from them.
"Did they see me while I was shooting?" Roy thought quickly in his mind. He took a few steps to catch up with Gustas and asked, "Mr. Dean, what do you want from me?"
Gustas stopped in front of a portrait. He didn't say anything serious. He just smiled and looked at him up and down, and asked: "Roy, it's been almost two weeks since school started. How are you doing here?
Are you still used to it?"
Seeing that Gustas didn't mention the gun target at all, Roy felt relieved and said respectfully: "It's okay. Thank you, Dean, for your concern."
Although Roy didn't know why Gustas valued him so much, Gustas had defended him more than once since the day he entered school, and even went against Vice Dean Diarra several times for him. Later, he
He even promised that as long as he applied for the magic academy, he would be accepted as his direct disciple.
In terms of identity, Gustas is the first person and dean of the Munich branch. In terms of strength, this short, fat old man with an unremarkable appearance was a fifth-level sage of the sky many years ago, and is only one step away from the God of Dharma.
No matter from which aspect, there is no reason for people to be so kind to a little new student.
Therefore, although Roy didn't like the other party's choice of path for him, he was really grateful in his heart.
It was only a short time since he entered the first training camp, and due to the conflict with Kameni, except for the first day, he did not go to class at all. Not to mention teaching, even his classmates in the same brigade
He didn't know many. Therefore, if there was one teaching in the college that made him feel familiar and cordial, it was Gustas.
"I also think you should be doing okay," Gustas said with a smile on his face, "but I'm not doing so well."
"Why?" Roy asked, but he secretly screamed that it was bad.
The words were put to his lips by Gustas, so he could only continue to ask. However, he could guess with his toes that since Gustas called him here, the matter must be related to him.
And the only thing related to him, apart from the arrow just now, is the Fantasy Tower.
Roy knew very well that as the foundation of the academy and the treasure of the academy, any problem with the Fantasy Tower would affect the nerves of everyone in the academy. But this time, the spiritual power level of the Fantasy Tower dropped because of himself, which made it even more troublesome.
There was an uproar and an uproar. The students were worried, and Vice Dean Diarra led the investigation with a straight face all day long.
As the first person in charge of the college, Gustas will naturally not have it easy. But... Roy's mind was spinning rapidly. If this was the case, why did he find him? Could it be that he had already discovered
What?
Sure enough, Gustas shook his head and sighed, looked at him with complicated eyes and said, "It's because of the decline in the spiritual power level of the Fantasy Tower."
Roy was all hairy when Gustas looked at him, and he said a little unnaturally: "Have you not found out the cause yet? I heard that the problem has occurred several times."
"Yes, the Fantasy Tower is the foundation of the academy, and there can't be any mistakes." Gustas stared closely into Roy's eyes, "However, I do know who this matter is related to, and now I am thinking about how to deal with it.
He said it was better."
"This..." Hearing this, Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled awkwardly and said, "....This, I think, I have something to say."
By this time, no matter how stupid Roy was, he knew that Gustas was targeting him. Although he had no evidence, he could deny it completely, but that would be very sorry for Gustas, who had always shown good intentions to him.
.
Especially at this moment, even though Gustas had turned his suspicious eyes on him, he did not put on a posture of launching an army to hold him accountable. From this point alone, Roy was very sympathetic to Gustas. After all,
, the other party is the dean in charge of the college. If he really wants to deal with himself, it will be easy regardless of whether there is evidence or not.
Hearing Roy's disguised admission and beg for mercy, "If you have something to say, please tell me." Steve and Hoff, who were not far away, looked at each other, both surprised and funny. The surprise was an illusion that they didn't expect to cause a commotion.
The culprit of the tower incident turned out to be a freshman in the college. What's funny is that I didn't expect this simple and honest boy to be so smart and knowledgeable.
Gustas glared at Roy angrily, but did not continue the topic. He turned around and looked at a portrait behind him.
"Do you know who he is?"
Roy followed Gustas' gaze and saw that the portrait showed a thin old man with deep-set eyes and a straight nose. He was wearing a black coat and a high ruff collar, but did not wear a gentleman's coat.
He always wears a wig for portraits, with his hair neatly combed behind his ears and a thick curly beard, making him look quite majestic.
"Gram Dharma God." Roy didn't need to read the small print at the bottom of the portrait to know the name of this man who was regarded as the most outstanding and proud member of the Munich branch of the First Training Camp in the past century.
Gram was the first batch of students since the establishment of the Munich branch, and was also the greatest genius in the branch's history of nearly a hundred years. He was promoted to the God of Dharma at the age of only forty-five years old, creating a record for the branch, Lulian Province and even the entire southwest of the empire.
The record of the Ministry. Even in the entire 300-year history of the Land of Redemption, it can still be ranked within the top fifty people!
At the same time, he was also the third dean of the Munich branch, and he was in charge of the Imperial General Camp for ten years, creating the most glorious history of the First Training Camp.
At that time, the First Training Camp was known as the cradle of the Empire's military force, the holy land of knights, and the pillar of the Empire. Not only were there numerous talents, students were spread throughout the Empire. Moreover, the First Training Camp itself also possessed extremely powerful strength. Even if
It is one of the five major knights, and they dare not look down upon the first knight company and the first reserve non-commissioned officer corps, which are composed of college teachers and students.
It can be said that Gram has become a symbol of the most glorious era of the First Training Camp and Munich Branch. Next to his portrait, every dean and celebrity alumni in the history of the trainees are eclipsed.
Hearing Roy's answer, Gustas nodded: "Yes, he is Gram. The pride of the Munich branch of the first training camp. The greatest magic genius in the history of Lulian Province."
As he said that, Gustas turned his head: "Twenty years ago, when Gram passed away, some people said that his death took away the last bit of glory of the First Training Camp. It buried the last glory of the First Training Camp.
The era of glory. From now on, the First Training Camp will no longer have anything to fear. In less than fifty years, the First Training Camp will not be able to regain the No. 1 throne."
Gustas' muffled voice echoed in the silent corridor. Roy was silent for a while. Steve and Hov, who were next to him, looked a little sad.
These twenty years were the twenty years that Steve and others taught in the first training camp, and they were also the most prosperous and golden twenty years of their lives. However, twenty years of time and hard work have resulted in
The first training camp went from bad to worse.
The reason for all this is not their lack of ability, but coming from outside the academy.
When Gram was in charge of the first training camp, he inherited and implemented the training policy set by Grand Duke Solan at the beginning of the camp, which treated aristocratic students and civilian students equally. Because he had a very high prestige in the empire, and he was the first training camp.
The First Training Camp itself has an extremely profound foundation. Therefore, during the Gram era, the First Training Camp trained a large number of outstanding civilian knights and magicians.
However, with Gram's resignation and the weakening of imperial power, the nobles who were already dissatisfied with the academy's mandatory equal status of civilians and noble students found an opportunity to punish the proud first training camp.
They first secretly diverted resources to the second and third training camps, and then made things difficult for the civilian trainees who graduated from the first training camp. At the same time, they provoked a fight between different forces in the training camp. Finally, they saw the right opportunity.
, made an uppercut that poached the outstanding teachers from the camp with a lot of money, and dealt a fatal blow to the first training camp.
In this way, the first training camp founded by Grand Duke Solan, an academy directly affiliated with the Solan royal family, under the background of the weakening of imperial power and the increasing power of Prime Minister Donald, finally failed to maintain the otherworldly and unconventional style of the Gram era.
The status of the Holy Land of Knights, which intervenes in any struggle for fame, wealth and power, has plummeted.
Although it seems now that the first training camp is in a state of decline, being suppressed by the other two major training camps, who knows that the instructors including Gustas, Steve and Hoff were all back then.
How high-spirited they are to stir up a storm in this stagnant water and revive the First Training Camp!
However, their arms still couldn't twist their thighs. No matter how hard they tried, the First Training Camp still sank deeper and deeper into internal strife and external pressure. And they were getting older, and all their ambitions were wasted. In recent years,
With the strengthening of General Wilson's power and the arrival of Diarra, even Gustas no longer had any hope.
They have long put all their energy into the secret camp, just trying to accumulate some wealth in their lifetime for this place where they have devoted their whole life.
Therefore, when they heard Gustas suddenly talking about their common idol Gram, Steve and Hoff felt a little uncomfortable. At the same time, they were a little surprised. They didn't understand why Gustas was talking to the young man in front of them.
Speaking of Gram, you must know that he has not been in front of this portrait for several years.
"Fifty years..." When Gustas chewed on Glass's death, the people who were gloating about the first training camp said bitterly: "Back then, we vowed to let
These people understand that a real knight’s valuable character and ability are not his status and power. Let them understand that the first training camp is a holy place for knights to grow up, not a arena for crooks. They also vowed to cultivate a group of better people.
Excellent talents allowed the first training camp to regain the first place in the inter-camp challenge competition."
Speaking of this, Gustas and Steve Hoff exchanged a sad look and sighed: "But, we are too naive. Our best teachers have been poached by the other two major training camps. Our best
Excellent students have also been intercepted. The resources we can provide to students are even less than one-tenth of those of the other two major training camps."
Gustas looked at Roy and said: "Take this Magic Tower incident as an example. Our college's financial resources and capabilities could only open up to a hundred Fantasy Tower rooms. But because of the decline in the spiritual power level, now
There is no way to guarantee even these 100 people. In just over a week, several people have already submitted their withdrawal reports. It is conceivable that if the problem is not solved, more people will apply to drop out. For this reason,
The headquarters has sent people down to investigate and hold those responsible accountable."
Roy felt a little guilty in his heart. He didn't expect that while he was hiding and happily harming the spiritual layer, Guristas would be burdened with such heavy pressure.
"Dean, I..."
Gustas waved his hand and interrupted Roy: "Listen to me."
In the silence, he said slowly: "To be honest, I am not a good leader. I bear a lot of responsibility for the current situation of the Munich branch. In some respects, maybe Diarra is right.
of."
"However, I also understand that no matter how outstanding talents Diarra cultivates, it is still a competition between nobles. Even if you win the competition, it will not change the situation where countless outstanding civilian students are buried. On the contrary, the training camp will eventually fall into decline.
As a place that exists only to cultivate aristocratic elites, the knights born in the training camp are more pursuing fame, wealth and power, and are more accustomed to surrender and compromise. At any time, no matter whether they are knights or mages, their noble status cannot be concealed.
Abasement of spirit.”
Hearing this, Roy couldn't help but stand in awe.
He did not expect that a hundred years later, people like Gustas would still adhere to the purpose of the training camp when Archduke Solan founded it. What they hoped to cultivate were real knights with noble spirits, not a group of knights.
Snobs. They hope that more talented commoners will get opportunities, rather than a game that turns knights into nobles.
Gustas fell silent and stared at Gram's portrait for a long time before sighing: "I am sixty years old this year. To be honest, I feel a little discouraged now. Until...
....." He glanced at Steve and Hoff, then looked at Roy with piercing eyes, and said word by word: "I found you!"
Gustas' words not only stunned Roy, but also stunned Steve and Hov.
When they were in the office just now, Gustas took out a secret camp pass card and asked them to follow him. They thought that Gustas was solving the matter about the Phantom Tower. But they didn't expect that they actually heard Gustas.
Si stood in front of Gram's portrait and said these words to a new student.
What a shocking comment!
"Me?" Roy pointed to his nose in surprise.
Gustas nodded and said: "That's right. I knew you on the day you came to the first training camp to take the entrance exam. Although I don't know why you didn't choose to become a magician with your magical talent.
.However, I believe that as long as you are willing, you can become the next Gram!"
Steve and Hoff were completely confused.
Their eyes were all focused on this ordinary boy with an ordinary appearance. However, no matter how they looked or how they felt, they could not detect even a trace of magic power on this boy.
Isn't the dean crazy? How can such a boy become the second Gram?!
"Dean..." Steve took a step forward, "You are..."
Gustas waved his hand, interrupted Steve's words, and stared at Roy intently: "I know that you are the magician who made great contributions in the Battle of Meiding City. I also know, Er
Nicole's team from grade E brigade was able to save Philip Knight because of your action."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a blazing fireball slowly appeared in his palm.
"Put it out." Gustas looked into Roy's eyes and said.
Steve and Hoff both looked at Roy blankly. They knew that although the fireball in Gustas's hand didn't look big, it was because he was constantly compressing it with his magic power. In fact, the fireball contained
The energy contained is equivalent to a seventh-level magic. If you want to extinguish it, only magic of the same level can achieve it.
However, how could this young man in front of him, who had no magic power in his body, have such an ability? Moreover, according to Gustas, he turned out to be the magician who the three major training camps had been frantically searching for for a whole month for the Battle of Meding City.
.........This is simply ridiculous. How could such a talented magician be a knight student?
Roy was silent for a long time, and finally, looking into Gustas's expectant eyes, he reached out and released a blue water ball with undulating water patterns, and sent it into the fire ball. When the elements of water and fire were in the palms of the two people,
When it turned into a white mist and dissipated, the way Steve and Hoff looked at Roy had completely changed.
The water ball released by Roy is naturally at the same level as Gustas' fire ball. What is even more shocking is that whether it is the speed at which he releases magic, the density of the compressed water element or the control of subtleties, it is almost the same as Gustas's fire ball.
Stas is on par. It's completely unbelievable that he is just a boy of 17 or 18 years old!
"This...how is this possible..."
"Holy Emperor, he is really the magician from Meiding City!"
A surge of ecstasy hit Steve and Hoff at this moment. The two stared at Roy with their eyes wide open, their faces flushed red due to the rapid surge of blood.
Gustas looked at the fireball dissipating in his hand and said slowly: "If it were before, I would definitely stick to my idea and let you become a magician no matter what."
Before? What before? Steve and Hoff looked at each other and almost jumped up in excitement.
Is there any difference between the past and the present? What is this kid doing if he doesn’t become a magician? Such a talent, if he is allowed to do other things, wouldn’t it be a waste?! He must be a magician, he can only be a magician, there is absolutely no second
There are two ways to go. No matter what, even if you tie him, you must tie him to the magician's way!
"But, I know that your ambition is to become a knight. And..." Gustas ignored the eagerness of the two magic instructors and said to Roy, "Although it is unbelievable, if that
If the assessment results are true, then I must admit that you have a knight's talent that is stronger than magic."
Smith and Hoff looked at Guristas blankly, confused - a knight's talent that is stronger than magic? What does this mean?
Roy was also a little surprised and asked: "Do you believe I didn't cheat?"
"I've checked the golem you tested last time, but it's still a bit difficult to say that I completely accept it..." Gustas twitched his cheek and asked, "Do you believe it yourself?"
Roy shook his head. To be honest, when he played the seven-color talent, he himself didn't believe it was true.
"Let's put aside your talent," Gustas said: "Your life and ideals belong to you. No matter what choice you make, we have no right to interfere. I am looking for you today because I hope you can
We can win respect for all civilian students and for the First Training Camp, an academy of civilian knights. Let us prove that our persistence over the past few decades is not wrong!"
With that said, he took out the prepared Dark Camp Pass Card and handed it to Roy: "This card represents the identity of a world in the academy that ordinary people don't know. We call this world the Dark Camp."
"If you are willing to realize our wish, then I can guarantee that the entire Munich branch will be your strongest support. We will help you at all costs. Whether you want to learn magic, fighting spirit, or anything else,
There is no problem. There are more than 3,000 students on the surface of this academy. But in the secret camp, you are the only one!"
Roy took the card, his eyes widened. His brain couldn't digest this pie falling from the sky for a while.
"Okay, you don't have to answer me in a hurry. Give me the answer after you think it through." Gustas said considerately: "In addition, if you need to meditate and practice in the future, go to the Fantasy Tower to practice, and gather together."
The spiritual array can help you obtain more magic power without affecting the spiritual power level. If you need it, there is a special magic tower room in the dark camp."
After saying that, Gustas nodded to Roy, pulled Steve and Hoff who were hesitant to speak, and turned around to leave.
At this moment, Roy's uneasy voice came from behind.
"House...Dean...is everything you said true?"
At this moment, Steve and Hoff discovered that Gustas, who had just spoken like a kind and caring elder, had a smile on his face that looked like an old fox who had stolen a chicken.
He turned around and said sincerely: "Of course."
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