"Mr. Abel is really ......" Charnes didn't expect him to be the head of the Wizard's Academy.

After the opening ceremony, Abel beckoned Edwin over, and the two walked down a path in the academy.

"Edwin, how are you feeling?" Abel looked extra young in a white dress today.

"It's tiring, it's depressing. Did the previous seniors come over like this?"

"In your time, there was a riot in Edomanga, and all sorts of things came out. Originally, it was just a competition between students. Abel said helplessly, and the people in the academy didn't know that things would go in this direction.

"Mr. Abel, I ...... There is still ...... bloodline"

"That's your secret, it's your strength, and we have no right to interfere. Abel said it plainly.

The two of them walked along the path paved with golden leaves, and on the way they could see some small nests of tree elves.

"Your teacher goes to see the border, you don't have to worry. ”

"Where is he going, what is he doing?"

"Accompanied Alfred. ”

"Oh, what are the king's rewards?"

Abel thought for a moment, "Ancient documents on the top floor of the academy's library, or pick up a piece of material in the royal treasury. ”

Edwin remembered that he hadn't used those ancient scrolls in the Secret City at all, and had left them there during the battle.

This kind of thing can only be used if it is premeditated.

"Have you figured out which one you want?" Abel asked him.

Edwin shook his head,

"Can I pick and choose when I need to?"

"Yes. Since Rudolph has given you to me, I will ...... Hmmm......" Abel suddenly didn't know what to say,

"You should understand. ”

Edwin nodded, and Able exhaled, annoyed to explain the stuff.

"I still have some things, and the academy will arrange the rest. After Abel finished speaking, he took out a key, opened a door in the air, and walked in.

Edwin looked stupid, is there still such a magic prop?

"This is just the beginning, the world of magicians is richer than you think. An old voice came from behind Edwin, and he looked back to see the black-robed old man from before, except that he was not wearing a black robe now, but a magician's traditional robe.

"I'm Akayl, the head of the Academy's Necromancy Academy. "Akayl's temperament is a very different temperament from Abel's, somewhat low and gloomy.

"Hello sir. Edwin greeted him.

"Would you like to come to us? I can be your mentor myself. ”

"I'm going to think about it. Edwin didn't refuse, necromancy was also something he could learn, it was just a matter of whether he majored or not.

"The sorting ceremony is going to take place in a moment, so let's go. ”

"Okay, I'll go right away. ”

In the large hall of the college, the murals on the side walls of the auditorium record the glorious history of the college, and the long tables are full of new students who are discussing this year.

The sorceress, dressed in a magician's standard robe, walked over to the long table, and when she raised her hand, the characters and stories depicted in the murals on either side came to life.

One by one, the great magicians of the history of the academy told the stories of the students.

I hunted dragons on the billowing lava

I saved the kingdom from Anse El in distress

I have gone far to the World Tree to pluck the fruit of wisdom

I struck down the Frost Giant and removed his one eye

......

It was the turn of the magician in the last mural, his robes were the most ordinary, his appearance was the most ordinary, he smiled slightly, "My story does not need to be retold because I am a legend." ”

Every magician knows him, and his story has been passed down from generation to generation, whether it's the giants of the far north or the southern elves of the continent.

His name is St. Isère, and after the demonic messengers were suppressed, he led the Terrans to establish the current magical system, negotiating with other races to force them to cede three territories for the humans, and he was the first leader of the Terrans.

Edwin listened to Charnes's words, and the adoration in his eyes overflowed.

"When will I be able to confidently say I'm a legend?"

When the mural returned to calm, the female magician looked at the young magicians in the audience,

"I'm Elinza, a teacher at the Life Magician Academy, and I'll be presiding over the sorting ceremony. Due to the small number of people in this class, there is no allocation of colleges, and it is up to you to choose among the options given in this mirror. "There was an unadorned mirror next to her.

"Wesley, I need you again. She said into the mirror.

"Eliinda, let them line up. I've been a little tired lately, and the dean has used me a little too much. ”

"Everyone line up in front of it, and you will choose from the options that the mirror gives you. ”

After the mirror reflects the person's appearance, the judgment will be made,

"You can choose life, and the elements can be considered. "After being identified by it, the magicians knew very well their choices.

When it was Edwin's turn, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. The mirror didn't speak for a long time,

"Wesley?" asked Elinda tentatively.

He ...... In addition to the Life Mage Academy, you can choose from. "When the mirror makes such a judgment, it proves one thing.

He has the potential to become a magician of the entire lineage. Although it is not advisable to train all mages, if there is one, it will be of considerable significance.

The people around him looked at Edwin with some surprise, which made him a little embarrassed. After they left the secret city, it seemed that the memory of Edwin's bloodline explosion seemed to disappear, but they still knew that he was the one who turned the tide.

Edwin returned to the long table, pondering which magic he would choose as his major.

Alchemy can learn the more profound aspects of ancient times at any time, and there is no need to major it.

Half of the ice blood and half of the grave keeper blood in his body made him equal to elemental magic and necromantic magic.

He chose necromancer, and so far he had not met a single necromancer except for the mages of the Black Moon Cult. And there is also the promise of Mr. Akail

After the magicians in the back finished testing one after another, the magicians dispersed and went to the academy they wanted to choose.

"Edwin, where do you want to go?" Charns and Clara looked at him.

"Necromancer Academy. ”

"Why don't you go to the Alchemy Wizard Academy? I remember your teacher said you majored in alchemy. ”

"He's talking nonsense. Edwin said perfunctorily, not wanting to dwell on the topic with Charnes.

Aiel and Chanes chose the Alchemy Wizard Academy, Clara chose the Elemental Wizard Academy, and Richard went to the Life Wizard Academy.

But he's still going to the Necromancer Academy.

The Academy of the Dead was built in a remote location where even the sun could not shine, passing through a gloomy forest.

Edwin walked through the forest and saw the College of the Dead, which looked like an ancient castle. When he opened the gates of the castle, it felt deserted, and no one was the same.

"You're here?" said Akayl, emerging from the ripples that emerged from the wall.

"I chose the Necromancer Academy. ”

"There are very few magicians who come to us every year, so try to adapt to this place as much as you can. ”

"Mr. Akayl. ”

Akayl was about to go out, and turned back,

"Is it a mentor's business? Are you sure you want to choose me as a mentor? I'm busy. ”

"Not really, huh...... What do I need to do on a daily basis?"

"You go and choose a mentor first. ”

"Hmm. As Akayl walked out the door, Edwin looked at the hall without stairs, his hand touching the wall that Akayl had just come out of, and he was sucked in by a powerful suction.

The next moment he appeared in another hall, and the magicians inside looked at him.

"Uh...... I'm Edwin, a freshman in this class, where can I find a mentor?"

The magicians looked at him, and so did Edwin, who knew the materials on the walls, ghoul teeth, gargoyle eyes, and other necromancy needed to be used.

"You should have the right to choose your mentor. One of the pale mages said.

"Yes. ”

"That's good. Standing in front of you now are all the Mentors of the Academy of the Dead. ”

Edwin looked at the six or seven magicians in front of him, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

"This is where our Academy of the Dead resembles a rest room, where everyone chats casually together. You don't have to be nervous. One of the other magicians said to him.

Edwin watched as one of the magicians never looked at him, as if he wasn't in the same world as them.

"I want to vote for him. Edwin pointed at the magician.

"Don't even ask? I thought you wouldn't be the one you would choose. The magician who was called by Edwin laughed playfully.

"As my student, the casualty rate is very high. Very few young magicians choose me. ”

"I'm not afraid, necromancers are meant to be with death. ”

"Well said. The magician rose from his seat and stretched.

"Guys, since he chose me, he's my student. ”

"Miguel, it's hard to take a student, don't let him take risks. The surrounding magicians persuaded.

"Don't worry, I'm measured. ”

Edwin followed Miguel into a small hut.

"I was called a madman when I was a student, and my students were crazy. If you can't stand at the peak, it's better to fall directly into the abyss. See what I mean. ”

Edwin nodded, not speaking.

"My student's path is destined to be difficult, and it's still too late for you to choose another tutor now. ”

"That's you, I don't change it. ”

"Then you can go and tidy up my workbench first, and we'll talk about the specifics tomorrow. ”

Abel sat in the rector's room, and across from him was the current Prime Minister,

"Mr. Prime Minister, there are very few students in the Wizards' Academy, and I hope to be able to select some more gifted young people from among the commoners or nobles. ”

"I'll think about it. ”

"Does His Majesty have any requests?"

"Your Majesty's personality has changed a lot recently, and it is easy to get angry, but he has no requirements for you, and he has never asked for anything from the Academy. ”

"There is a big change in personality...... About the next Prime Minister?" Abel asked.

"Probably, he thinks that maybe the next prime minister will be chosen among the magicians, and the aristocracy is already on the wane. The Prime Minister smiled helplessly.

"It's just a historical necessity. Abel sighed similarly.

The wizard class is destined to enter the political arena, but sooner or later.