August 20th is also the official opening day of Reims Academy.

This "official" start of school is actually a bit ambiguous, because in fact, all the students admitted to Reims College had already arrived in Randmont a month earlier, but before they enrolled, they were formed into small teams and led by their mentors to study in their own "preparatory class" - that is, a month of arduous travel away from Randmont. It's a journey that polishes their pride, and the end of their journey is the start of school.

This journey is necessary. They have to recognize the fact that although they are all geniuses, here they are just ordinary students.

Reims College recruits students of all races and occupations, so it is natural to have a complete classification of departments. The main faculties of Reims are divided into Warrior Academy, Knight Academy, Holy Light Academy, Magic Academy, Ranger Academy, and Assassin Academy according to each profession. The division of faculties is linked to the admissions rules of Reims College, but there is no clear distinction between the students of each department - general education courses do not distinguish between occupations and races, and general education courses account for about half of all students' entire courses, a Chinese class of 100 people can gather students from six colleges, and the test scores of general education courses are also ranked uniformly by the whole school regardless of department. To a large extent, the barriers caused by differences between faculties and departments have been eliminated.

However, it is impossible to say that there is no competition between departments, but the competition is not for the source of students (after all, the admission condition is to reach the black iron level in a certain occupation, and the department of admission has been determined), but the ranking of test results, which department the first place comes from, and how many people in the top 50 are from a certain department, which is the main direction of competition. They are all teenagers, and it is when they are young and vigorous, and no one is willing to be subservient, and this kind of healthy competition is naturally respected by the school.

Although the freshmen have undergone a month-long adaptation training, a considerable number of them have not even entered the school gate of Reims, so it is natural that the school will need to provide guidance. The teachers were busy with the opening of the school year and did not have time, so the task naturally fell to the students - to be precise, to the student councils of each house. The new students report to the department, find dormitories, get familiar with the environment, and get familiar with their living environment in the next four years under the leadership of their seniors. Because the enrollment of Reims exceeds two or three thousand students every year, the school has become lively after the cleanliness of a month ago.

But none of this has anything to do with Del Cora.

The various enrollment procedures of the three of them had been processed a month earlier, and they did not participate in the preparatory class, so they basically ran around Randmund this month to deal with some strange mercenary tasks. Mr. Lance tells them not to go far, and there are no monsters in the city of Randmont, so they can only take on small tasks that are better than nothing in order not to be bored, such as helping the little girl find the cat, helping the old woman repair the house, and helping the wife keep an eye on the cheating husband or the wife who is having an affair -

Really tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

But life hasn't spared them.

"President~~~~~ I'm a freshman~~~~~~~

Del Cora was dragged out of bed almost wailing. He clung to the corner of the bed, trying to give himself one last bit of hope.

But it's a pity that it wasn't a delicate and frail human mage who came to arrest him, but a majestic orc shaman with a height of one meter and nine and a weight of two hundred pounds, and the ending was doomed from the beginning.

"I want to rest...... I'm a freshman......"

Del Cora cried with a handful of snot and tears, "How can you bully new students? Isn't it your old student's job to welcome new students?

"The student union is not manpowered, and there are many freshmen in the Department of Magic, so it is one that can catch one. Besides, you've been living in the school for a month, are you embarrassed to say you're a freshman?"

The neutral voice came from a young male elf, and with a domineering wave of his hand, the orc shaman easily grabbed Delkora and carried the grief-filled mage away from his bed.

To be honest, it's not easy to see. Although Landmont and the Holy See preached racial equality for a thousand years, many things that are ingrained in their bones are not so easy to eliminate. In particular, the main battlefield of the Second Pan-Continental War was in the Federation of Races, and the invasion of the elves by the orcs left a deep imprint of blood hatred, which has not been completely eliminated even after a thousand years and dozens of generations.

By the way, the age gap between humans, orcs, and silver elves is not large, the silver elves are the longest in average age, even ordinary people without occupations have a lifespan of close to one hundred and fifty years old, and the ultimate lifespan of the holy rank is around two hundred and twenty thirty years old. The original Golden Elves and Thorns once lived close to four hundred years, but in modern times, only dwarves in the known group of intelligent life still retain this longevity gene - it is said that the dwarves' seclusion in the Forge Valley is related to their long lifespan, but this is only a rumor, not a substantiation.

Far from it.

Regardless of the cultural clash between orcs and elves, the hatred of a thousand years ago alone has made it difficult for the two to get along. Although there have been extensive exchanges between the two countries in recent centuries, there are still quite a few people in the Race Federation who are very resistant to orcs. And the orcs, who advocate courage and are tired of tediousness, naturally have no sense of elves, and the relationship between the two sides has been progressing relatively slowly.

But it was very rare that this elven magician actually commanded an orc shaman, and the orc did not have the slightest dissatisfaction.

The Wizardry Student Council, President Svera Shadowblade, is seventeen years old, a third-year student from a family that has passed down the Nightblade Knight for generations - but he is now a sorcerer himself.

Like a knight born into a family of knights who grew up in magic, he was an elven outlier in every way: not only did he openly dislike the traditional art of wood grain from the elves, but he also frequented the Kurlot embassy in Slanpak, and even chatted and laughed with the orc diplomats inside, when he was only a twelve-year-old child. After arriving at Reims Academy, he showed a great talent for magic and diplomacy, not only successfully advancing to bronze in his second year, but also running for the rank of student president in the same year. He is recognized by the entire Academy of Magic in terms of strength and credibility, and even the stinky Richard can rarely be sarcastic when facing him.

Richard didn't sarcastically mock him!

Del Cola met the president by complete surprise, as he woke up one morning when Richard suddenly appeared, and after telling him to meet the student council president, he grabbed him while he was still wearing pajamas, and let the two meet, and let Svera know that there was such a person in the school. Svera and Del Cola are both cheerful (heartless?) personalities, and the two get along quite well.

So, on this morning when there was a shortage of manpower, Svera came to arrest the strong man as a matter of course.

The orc shaman was also a member of the student council, named Fantir, a trainee shaman, and also a third-year student.

"You really want me to receive the new students," Del Cora retorted retortingly, "There are many people in that group of new students who know me, and they will say that you are using your power for personal gain—"

"I don't mind them thinking that, I'd rather have a few more to help if I could," Svera leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't drag, you can't run away." ”

"......" Del Cola hung her head in resignation.

When he went out, Del Cora subconsciously looked back twice, only to find that 303 and 304 were locked doors.

Then there really was no one to save him...... Del Kola let out a long sigh.

The design of Reims College did not refer to the conservative and closed Mage Tower, but used a more open architectural style, with a fence instead of high walls, and the entrance was not a tall tower and a gatehouse but a wide square, and the various teaching buildings were bright colors although they were towers, and the wide enough campus did not make the clusters of tall towers show the usual sense of oppression - admittedly, this design was very inclusive and open, but it caused problems for the student council members who received the new students. Because there is no tall gatehouse at the school gate, in order to prevent new students from getting lost or unable to find a reception, they can only choose to wait in the square.

There are enough signs on the way from the square to every tower, every school building, and every dormitory, and the main job of the student council members is to check the personnel information and provide basic guidance, and do something similar to the old man in the novice village. However, the Department of Magic enrolls two or three hundred new students every year, and a few poor people in the Student Council of the Academy of Magic are definitely not enough.

By the way, this year, the Warrior Academy has nearly 700 students, 600 in the Knight Academy, 600 in the Ranger Academy, and more than 400 in the Assassin Academy. Only the Academy of Magic and the Academy of Light have an enrollment of less than three hundred.

Although the reception was in the square, the group of magicians certainly did not treat themselves badly. When Svera took Fantir and Del Cola to the orientation ground, a conspicuous light curtain had appeared in the venue belonging to the Academy of Magic, in which several young people were calmly sucking juice. And next to it are the people of the Warrior Academy and the Knight Academy basking in the sun.

It looks like they're not happy.

"Della, why don't you expand the thermostatic circle?"

"There's no way to expand, President, that's our limit. Seeing Svera return, a human girl shrugged her shoulders as she put down the juice in her hand, "Or are you going to use a mid-tier hedrodro?"

"My bad, I forgot that you are still the Black Iron Rank," Svera casually pulled out a hedron and threw it to Dela, "Redraw the magic circle, look at those warriors, they are all ready to rush in and fight alone." ”

"They don't know magic or is it my fault?" Della threw up the mid-rank water-attribute hedron in her hand and caught it steadily, and the corner of her eye happened to catch Delkora.

Her eyes lit up.

"Hey, you're a freshman, right? What's your name?

She enthusiastically approached.

“...... Del Cola. Delkora Yogul. ”

Delcora took a step back and distanced herself from Dela.