Late at night.

Tired, Orondo returned to the apprentice quarters alone.

Except for a meaningless public class, he spent most of the day in the big library.

During this time, the Lord had "flipped" through more than a thousand books in the library. These texts range from spell scrolls to various occult books.

He reads everything.

This reading habit is obviously different from that of mages who only focus on magic-related content.

This reading habit was a novelty to his new friend, Neras Elam.

Neras Elam hails from Stormwind in the south, and according to his own words, his family is one of the great nobles of that kingdom.

Each of these books on the first floor of the Dalaran Library is of great value to ordinary people. But for the descendants of a great nobleman like Elam, who had a close relationship with the court, he could see as much as he wanted.

It is the collection of books above the second floor of the library that is attractive to the children of great nobles like Neras Elam.

So Neras Elan, who had no interest in a first-floor book collection, found it very strange to meet Orondo, a guy who "flipped" books and became crazy.

He didn't know that Orondo actually had to do this—to make the Eye of Truth more and stronger, it had to get as much information and knowledge as possible.

His "flipping books" in the library is to add material to the knowledge reserve of the Eye of Truth.

Neras Elan was naturally surprised that he didn't know this. Also because he didn't know this, when he accompanied Orondo to spend a few dwarfs on the first floor of the library, Neras Elan left a little unbearable.

Orondo once again flipped through the books alone until late at night before returning to the dormitory tired.

Today's public classes are very boring, and Master Abel is just an ordinary mage. Orondo plans to visit the other two classrooms tomorrow to see if he can learn anything from the other mages.

Back in the dormitory, in the brightly lit corridor, there was a dark thing lying on the floor.

Orondo was stunned for a moment before remembering what happened in the middle of the night last year.

He walked over and gently kicked the black-clothed thief on the ground, "Hey~ Are you okay?" ”

"Okay~" The response was a little weak.

Orondo hesitated.

"The Eye of Truth. Is there a way to lift the spell confinement on his body? ”

[The host at this stage cannot be lifted]

"Understood."

Receiving a response from the Eye of Truth, Orondo decisively leaves and returns to his dormitory.

Wash up, lie down on the bed, close your eyes, and drowsiness comes quickly.

It's just that at the last moment before falling asleep, he thought in a trance-that the unfathomably powerful, beautiful and arrogant female mage seems to live next door?

Next.

Orondo was disappointed again.

In the public class on the second day, the teacher was not the Abel of yesterday. But it's another ordinary mage, and it's a different textbook, "Carlil's Minor Secret Elixir Materials".

This is a book related to alchemy, written by a High Elf mage named Karil, which belongs to the introductory book of alchemy.

Orondo had already finished reading this book, and it was several times more effective than some of the alchemy tips in the book instructed by the mage of truth.

Wasted his time as a dwarf machine.

So the whole day after the public class, Orondo threw himself on the first floor of the library, soaring in the ocean of knowledge.

Late at night.

Back to the apprentice's quarters.

The black-clothed thief Moros was still lying on the ground, and the imprisoning spell that the powerful female mage had applied to him was powerful and terrifying.

"Are you okay?" Orondo kicked him again.

"Not very good......"

It's even more powerless.

Orondo couldn't help.

He couldn't undo the spell on the black-clothed thief, and there were only two ways to save the thief: one was to let the female mage undo it herself, and the other was to tell the academy's mentors.

The first way, if the female mage was willing to dismiss, the black-clothed thief would not have been lying on the ground until now.

The second option may save the life of the black-clad thief. But then the black-clad thief couldn't explain why he appeared in Dalaran.

The consequences will not be much better than they are now.

Shaking his head, he decided to ignore the thieves and go back to his dormitory again.

I washed up as usual, and lay down on the bed tiredly and fell asleep quickly.

Day 3.

Orondo was disappointed again.

This time, it's another teacher.

The content of the lecture is "On the Virtues of Magic", and it is actually an article, a treatise written by a certain mage Kenrito!

Giving a thesis in class, or the kind of generalized content - who doesn't know that magic has countless advantages, otherwise why so many descendants of nobles and geniuses gather here?

This time, the mage's eloquence was more than ten times better than the previous two, and the boasting on the podium increased the interest of a group of apprentices in magic several times.

Not...... Listen to what he has to say!

"Nervous when you go on stage to speak? Even imagining your audience wearing only underwear doesn't work? Think of them as sheep? Still doesn't work? As mages, we can turn your audience into sheep. ”

Let's say it lightly! Large-scale group sheep transformation technique, the whole of Azeroth can't find a few mages to do it.

"If you have a mage friend, or if you are a mage yourself. Then you will never feel hungry or thirsty. Magically made food is fat-free! ”

There is nothing wrong with that. But Orondo felt that unless he had to. Otherwise, no one wants to taste magic food a second time.

"As a mage, you can cast a slowing spell on your friend to stop and smell the roses. This is also useful when running! ”

The only mage who can talk about cheating during a race can be so fresh and refined.

In short, this treatise on the merits of magic and the eloquent mage did not allow Orondo to benefit in the slightest in his pursuit of the arcane.

He almost left halfway through.

Patiently listening to this public class, Orondo was not going to go to the public classroom again on the fifth day.

He kind of got it.

The so-called public classes are actually just literacy education for apprentices.

Everything that is taught there is nothing more than preparation to guide mortals on the path of the arcane.

With the help of the Eye of Truth, I have already crossed this level, and instead of wasting time on so-called public classes, it is better to use this time to "read" a few more classics!

On the other hand, on the first floor of the library, he saw the young Kel'thugad. What Kel'thugad was doing at the time made him think the world was really interesting!

That young mage who was indifferent to people and didn't speak much, Orondo actually saw him squatting on the library floor to feed the cats! Not one or two, it's a big group!

The Great Library of Magic in Dalaran has a lot of cats, which are said to be used to prevent rats from invading the books in the library.

Kel'thugad is feeding the cats that are the working cats of these libraries.

When he saw Orondo, Kel'thugad nodded to him, threw out all the cat food in his hand, and went upstairs on his own.

The first lich had a fetish for cats so early?

Orondo thought.

It's just a small episode.

The fourth night of the Violet Academy.

Late at night.

Orondo dragged his tired body back to the apprentice's quarters again.

This time, the hapless black-clad thief in the hallway was finally gone.

Maybe he ran away on his own, maybe the female mage finally let him go, or maybe Dalaran finally found him.

If it was the last one, then Orondo felt that he should mourn for him in his heart.

"Do you come back so late every day?"

He was opening the door.

A cold voice abruptly came from the side, and Orondo immediately looked over.

It was her, she clasped her hands to her chest, and squeezed the front of the mage's robe particularly prominent—there was absolutely no shortage of food during the breastfeeding period of her children in the future.

"Yes." Orondo whispered.

[Host, this female of your race has tested you with a spell again]

Orondo was helpless.

If it weren't for the Eye of Truth's reminder.

He couldn't even find out that she had used detection magic on him!