"Ahh Your Excellency, Dean! A group of old men and ladies watched dumbfounded at the dean's behavior.

"Zemmour! You bastard old man! Old Mage Beria was about to rush forward in a rage, but was dragged by several old men beside him.

The necromancer Steve silently began to take things out of his waist pocket, and a mage next to him asked curiously, "Steve, what are you doing?" ”

"It's nothing, I'm going to summon the Abyss Bone Dragon to kill that stinky old man!" Mage Steve calmly took out the spell casting materials and asked the mage Ju Han!

The surrounding spellcasters were also stunned by the sudden decision made by His Excellency Dean Zemmour of the Venerne Academy, and then shouted loudly at the same time, there were more people but they couldn't hear what they were saying, the noisy and noisy sound couldn't even block the surrounding soundproof force field at once, and the entire Venane Great Hall was filled with buzzing sounds.

"Zemmour! You old bone! ”

An old man as long as the beard of His Excellency the Dean roared angrily, "You have ruined a candidate who could become a Legendary Sculpting Mage, or a Legendary Spell Mage, or even a Legendary Prophecy Mage or a Legendary Illusion Mage!" ”

Another emaciated old man said with a grim face: "He didn't just ruin a candidate for a legendary mage, he even ruined a candidate for a legendary warlock!" It's ironic that he had the audacity to decide the future path of this apprentice before he could verify his pedigree, Zemmour! Do you want this apprentice to become a legendary universal mage? ”

"I will submit a complaint on this matter to the Arcane Council and the Royal Arcane Society, accusing Zemmour of his bad behavior."

Another old man is even more poisonous: "He has no right to decide the future of an apprentice with extraordinary talent, he has no right to decide the fate of others!" Not even if he was a great prophet! He's sinning! ”

The person concerned, Wutong, was dumbfounded and didn't know what was going on, only knowing that His Excellency the Dean taught him a 0-order method that he hadn't learned, and then determined his specialized school, although he hadn't heard of it before, there was also a "Ninth School: General Department", but after looking at his state after his official inauguration, he found that the General Department didn't have to give up any school.

Wutong thought about it, and suddenly felt that the general department seemed to be very good, at least he didn't have to offend the teachers of any school, he didn't want to have a conflict with any high-level mage.

But why did these white-bearded old men suddenly fight? No way! Do mages fight by grabbing their hair and pulling their beards? It's all white hair flying all over the sky! And the very strong old man next to him, are you sure he's not a mentor in the war grade? The combination he just punched was so beautiful, and the old man's dentures and nosebleeds flew out of the old man opposite him! But the problem is, it's His Excellency the Dean who is causing the trouble, why are you hitting the old man next to you?

Wutong found in a cold sweat that he was so distracted, and the group of old men who were sitting behind the judging table just now actually fought, and a few of them were already on fire and began to chant spells!

Xiaoxiao was a little scared and leaned out her little head behind Wutong to look at it, and asked earnestly: "Brother Wutong, why do these white-bearded grandfathers want to fight?" Wutong was also at a loss, but the elemental wind bats watched it with relish.

In the midst of this chaos, Sycamore's "entrance exam" ended, and so many spectators in the auditorium were quickly dispersed, probably because the behavior of the old men on the floating carpet was too embarrassing for the caster, right?

Then, Wutong was nervously escorted by two old mages and left the scene, what happened later he didn't quite know, but afterwards, until he left the Venane Academy, the college's large hall had been closed, and it was said that it had been renovated-

An office.

Wutong and Xiaoxiao, Sarasi, embarrassed, sitting on a leather sofa that looks a little old, I don't know what kind of animal leather sofa armrests, has been worn out like an agate shiny luster.

A teaching assistant who seemed to be so young compared with the white-bearded old man before, kindly brought them fragrant milk tea and snacks, and made Wutong nervously stood up and took it, not anything else, mainly this "young" teaching assistant, who is eighty years old when he is young, let an old man serve tea to himself, Wutong really can't afford it.

"Thank you, old man!" After the little Lori thanked her sweetly, she happily shared the jam sandwich biscuit with Saras, and there was still only the little monkey with the size of a palm, and the embarrassed monkey was anxiously squeaking next to it, and was smiling and stuffing a biscuit into its mouth, and the cheeks were stretched into a flying saucer shape before it quieted down.

"Uh" Wutong held the silver teacup that looked like an antique, hesitated for a moment, and the teaching assistant laughed: "Young man, do you want to ask what happened just now?" Don't worry, it'll be over soon. I estimate that in half an hour, Your Excellency will be available to meet you. He should be on the verge of victory by now"

Wutong sweated a little, listening to the relaxed tone of the old man of the teaching assistant, he felt that the scene of a group of old men fighting just now was very common in the Venane Academy? He seems to be used to it.

"My name is Michael. Ryan, you can just call me Old Mike" The assistant grandfather humorously squeezed his eyes full of crow's feet folds: "I'm the youngest assistant teacher at Wiener Academy." ”

Sycamore Khan, like you, is actually the youngest

Wutong, who couldn't help it, was about to ask what was going on just now, the door of the office was pushed open, and His Excellency the Dean walked in with a smile on his face, if he didn't have fluffy hair like a straw pile, a sparse beard, and one eye seemed to be a little blue, and the robe on his body seemed to be damaged in many places, it still looked very majestic.

"Apprentice! Well, by the way, I remember your name was Sycamore, right? ”

His Excellency the Dean sat down in front of them with a smile, and Assistant Professor Michael poured him a cup of black tea with milk, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have won the war again!?" ”

With a slight smug snort, His Excellency the Dean turned his attention to Sycamore again: "Do you have any opinions on becoming a [General Mage]?" ”

Opinion?

Wutong was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and didn't seem to have any opinions, although he didn't become a sculptor mage who specialized in [Spell System], nor did he become a spell mage who specialized in [Spell System], but Wutong was still very satisfied with the current situation.

Because he really doesn't know which school he should choose, now no one can be offended, it's already the best situation, before he thought he had to choose a specialized department, but he didn't expect that suddenly there was an extra [general department] that didn't have to give up any of the departments, and all the problems were solved at once.

"Well, I don't have any opinions, but I think the general department is very good, at least I don't have to give up the spells of any school" Wutong replied honestly.

"No, no, no! You obviously didn't figure out what happened to the Ninth School [General Department]. ”

His Excellency the Dean smiled a little slyly, "What if I told you that the Ninth School [General System] only has a total of 5 spells from beginner to high? ”

"Huh?"

Wutong was a little dumbfounded, but after thinking about it, he felt that it seemed good not to give up any of the schools, and it didn't seem to matter whether there was a common department or not, so he winked again: "I think it's good"

His Excellency Dean Zemmour, who was still waiting to appreciate Wutong's "wonderful expression", was stunned, and suddenly felt very unfulfilled, and he said unwillingly and deliberately: "[General System] doesn't have powerful plastic energy spells, nor does it have a variety of change spells!?" ”

"Isn't it forbidden to learn the spells of other schools [of the general department]?" Wutong looked at the old man puzzled, stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

Dean Zemmour stared at Wutong speechlessly for a while, and said dejectedly: "You don't seem to realize the important surname of specialization, well, you will realize it later"

Dean Zemmour, who felt that he had told a bad joke, but no one could understand it, was not very happy and depressed for a while, and then suddenly said happily: "Forget it, those boys can know." Hey! ”

He seemed to have succeeded in the prank and laughed proudly, so that Wutong looked at him with very weird eyes for a long time, this old man feels a little unreliable, although as the saying goes, old children and old children, when they are old, they are like children, but this old man's "childlike heart" is too long, right?

"Apprentice, do you know how many spellcasters we have in the Vinnarn Academy?"

Dean Zemmour suddenly became serious, looked at Wutong seriously, and gave an answer without waiting for Wutong to answer: "A total of forty-two hundred and twenty-seven thousand eight hundred and eleven." Among them, there are more than 400,000 beginner-level mages, more than 20,000 middle-level mages, and thousands of high-level mages, plus dozens of ** masters are those old guys you saw in the Great Hall just now! ”

"The class gap is so big, huh? Is it so difficult to level up a mage? Sycamore was surprised.

"Do you know the average age of these spellcasters?"

Dean Zemmour asked again, and then replied as if rushing to answer: "The average age of beginner mages is 60 years old, the average age of intermediate mages is 200 years old, and the average age of senior mages is 500 years old.

This unreliable old man pointed at himself proudly: "I just passed the age of 888 this year!" ”

"Very auspicious number."

What else can Sycamore say? Obviously, it is impossible for a human life span to exceed 100 years, but mages seem to have a way to prolong their lives, and they can understand how long they live, but they can live to 888 years old, which seems to be an exaggeration.

"Do you know how many students there are in the Wiener Academy?" The old man asked again.

Wutong didn't plan to answer at all this time, and waited directly for the old man to answer himself: "Twenty-two thousand four hundred and fifty-five people!" Including you! ”

"Wait!" Wutong's eyes widened in confusion: "More than 400,000 teachers, only more than 20,000 students?" ”

The old man finally surprised Wutong, and he was actually very proud: "Yes." ”

What is the ratio? Sycamore can't understand that co-authoring a student stall with more than twenty teachers? No wonder it is said that the Venane Academy has "strong teachers", more than 20,000 students should be players from the Trials Island, so before that, there was not a single student in the academy with such a big feeling?

"Not really, right?"

Wutong was surprised, although he had always known that the number of players in the mage class was small, but it was not so small, right? There are now 20 million or 30 million players in Fairhaven City! The ratio of mage classes is actually 1500:1?

That's a big career gap, isn't it? Doesn't that fit the game's class balance?

"Surprised, huh? However, this is already the result of the large number of mages we have sent to Trials Island to recruit students. ”

Dean Zemmour said with a smile: "And you, among so many people, actually got the head of our Venane Academy's eight-department school, which has caused me a lot of trouble, because in this way, in the quadrennial 'chief war' of the United Academy, our Venane Academy will be absent from seven people!" How do you say? ”

Wutong was stunned by the old man's completely unfocused way of speaking, did the pile he said before have anything to do with this? The main thing is, what does that "chief war" absent seven people, and what does it have to do with him?

"Wait!" Wutong reacted suddenly: "You shouldn't mean that what kind of 'chief war' is that the chief disciples of each academy need to participate, right?" ”

"That's right! Therefore, you will represent our Wiener Academy to participate in the next "Pan-Kovaré Continent Kingdoms United Academy Trial Competition", which is often referred to as the 'Chief War', you"

The old man smiled and pointed his finger at Wutong: "One person represents the head of the Eight Departments of our academy!" ”

Sycamore cold sweat!

"Therefore, I can't let you give up the other school because you specialize in one school, I can only let you specialize in the ninth school that will not affect the study of any school: [General Department]."

The old man stiffened his face: "You must know that this is a task entrusted with the honor of more than 400,000 faculty members of our Venane Academy!" Hope you can go the extra mile! Well, now, get out! From this second onwards, every second of yours does not belong to you, but to the more than 400,000 faculty members of the Wiener Academy! Go ahead! For the honor of the Academy, study! With that, the old man drove the confused Sycamore out of his office.

What's the matter with this gag old man, just now he talked about it, and there is no point at all, because he got the head of the eighth department, so he was "decided" to replace the eight colleges and universities to participate in that "chief war"?

Although he does not reject it, why is this feeling of "being decided" and "being represented" so uncomfortable? ——

"Your Excellency, are you doing this because of the abyssal aura and curse that this child carries?"

The "youngest" teaching assistant Michael. Ryan, in order to drive Wutong out, put away the image of the old naughty boy, and the serious Dean Zemmour Regent refilled a cup of milk tea.

"And that's not all! According to what Beria reported to me, damn it! My eye socket hurts! Those old guys don't even know the truth! Could it be that I, the Great Prophet, Zemmour, would make the wrong decision for no reason? ”

Dean Zemur, who covered his blue eyes and rubbed them a few times, frowned and took a sip of milk tea: "This kid is not just a matter of abyss aura and curses!" The Stargazer Society, the Seven Stars Sect of the Night, the unknown Warlock bloodline, and the Star Sea Chamber of Commerce are amazing, how did he get into so much trouble? ”

"Are you worried that he will go astray on his future journey? So at the cost of ruining an apprentice who has the qualifications to become a legendary mage? Assistant Michael's assistant said confusedly.

"I'm a little worried, yes." His Excellency the Dean suddenly laughed meaningfully: "But who said I destroyed a legendary seed? Hiss ~ Michael, are there any hard-boiled eggs? Find me one! I'm going to go to the Arcane Council in a moment to have a war of words with those old guys, it's a shame to be there! ”——

"Hey! Bub! ”

Wutong, who was leading the two little Loli in the academy in a daze, suddenly heard someone calling him behind him, looked back, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Assistant Michael, great!" Can you tell me how to get out of this place? "He's ashamed to get lost.

"Huh! I'll send you to where you'll live and study for the rest of your life. He cast a [floating saucer technique], held up the sycamore, and quickly flew towards a certain place in the academy, the sycamore glanced at the transparent force field disc under his feet, and couldn't help but sigh that the magic world is really convenient, and even the car is saved.

"Don't be frightened by His Excellency Dean's words, it's not as serious as you think?" Old Mike smiled and patted Sycamore's shoulder.

"Serious?"

Wutong was dazed: "Serious what?" He really didn't think there was anything in the game that was "serious" for the player, and there was no psychological pressure at all, right!?

"There's something about the 'Chief War'!" Old Mike was surprised to find that the apprentice's nerves seemed to be quite strong.

"Uh, that's? Isn't it every four years? Wutong said indifferently.

"Yes, the last one was three years and six months ago!"

Old Mike said: "And it is your eight teachers who participated, due to the recent birth of a large number of apprentices, so the Council of Offa decided that they could not continue to participate, because they are too old, the youngest one is more than three hundred years old. ”

Sycamore Khan, that is, there is still half a year? Two months when converted to real time?

"In addition, the students of our academy are not as few as His Excellency the Dean said, you know, in the eyes of their older generation, only formal mages are considered students, and apprentices who are not employed are not counted, but apprentices will one day advance to mages, right? In addition to the more than 22,000 [trainee mages] like you, there are more than 2 million caster apprentices. ”

Old Mike smiled and said, "Our Venane Academy, not only teaches mage apprentices, but also warlock apprentices and wizard apprentices, a total of five or six million new students!" It's just that they're in the Sorting House. ”

(To be continued)