Higher Magic Academy of Rursk.

The Prophet took her apprentice to this High School of Magic.

She glanced at the sheepskin scroll in her hand, which was sealed by a wax medallion with the mark of an owl.

This scroll is a certificate of admission to the Higher School of Magic in Rursk, and Qiao Xiu has successfully made the Prophet and her apprentices a member of the High School of Magic through the back door of the Gray Cloak.

"Mentor, are humans going to be sent to the academy at such a young age?"

The Prophet's apprentice walked side by side with the Prophet along the tree-lined paths of the Academy, encountering several spellcasters who appeared to be only about ten years old.

"Those are the primary academies, and as soon as any human child reaches the age of age, their parents will send them to the magic academy as much as possible to acquire new knowledge."

The Prophet also had a certain study of the social structure of human beings, and she looked at those human beings who were about the same age as her on the outside, but her heart was terribly heavy.

"I... When I was young, I could only help my father take care of those hellhounds. One of the apprentices said with some frustration.

"There is no formal academy in the Demon Realm at all, and your race's abilities are hundreds of times stronger than humans, so you can become a qualified warrior even without training."

The Prophet glanced at the four apprentices under his command, except for one of the apprentices with succubus blood, the other three apprentices could become a warrior who was not weaker than a low-level spellcaster by virtue of their own race's talent and ability.

Because of the demon's superiority over humans, many demons think that human knowledge and magic are useless.

Perhaps this view would have had some effect a hundred years ago, but today, a hundred years later, the magic machines of humans have completely surpassed the physical abilities and talents of demons.

"The knowledge you have learned will have a decisive impact on the future of the Demon Realm after you return to the Demon Realm, so I hope you will stop playing in the human world with a playful mentality."

The Prophet had just finished educating her four apprentices in a serious tone when she felt the air around her suddenly become restless.

"Footsteps."

The Prophet looked behind her, and she heard extremely dense footsteps approaching her.

"Enemy... Enemy? ”

The spirits of the four apprentices tensed up instantly, and they leaned together, and the Prophet made a decision after taking off his glasses and seeing the figure running in the distance.

"Get out of the way." The Prophet said.

The apprentices were still in doubt, and the Prophet simply walked to the side of the path.

Her apprentices quickly understood what the Mentor meant, and ran to the Prophet's side, and just as they were standing firm at the Prophet's side, a hurricane rolled up behind them.

The road was not very spacious and was occupied by the humans in the blink of an eye, and they ran towards the other side of the road with the same goal, so many that if the four apprentices were still standing in the middle of the road, they would most likely be trampled into 'devil sandwiches', or mint-flavored.

"He... What are they doing? Escape... Fleeing? ”

The less timid of the four apprentices had been stunned by the swarming of humans.

Judging by the outfits of these humans, they were all students of the High School of Magic, and the Prophet was keenly aware that there were members of the other academies among them.

"I don't know......" The prophet shook his head, if Qiao Xiu was here, he would definitely give such a simple and incisive answer, 'The cafeteria is open'.

But in fact, the destination of these students is the opposite of the cafeteria of the Higher School of Magic in Lursk.

"Maybe we can gather this information from a human."

The Prophet waited until the end of the crowd, and several girls who were not very good at strength walked down the tree-lined path, and the Prophet spotted a girl who seemed to be quite good at talking and walked up.

"Hello."

The Prophet looked up at the young girl with long silver-gray hair, and her countenance felt like the Prophet had seen somewhere.

"Hello... Faces you haven't seen before, are you from the primary department? The girl leaned down and looked at the Prophet.

The Prophet gave her no answer, but showed the maiden the parchment scroll sealed with the owl's wax seal, which proved her status as a freshman in the High Ministry.

"It turned out to be... Freshman, at a time like this? Not... My name is Herlan Lloyd, and I welcome you to this college. ”

Herlan reached out to the girl, who was only as tall as her belly.

"Prophet."

The Prophet also reached out and told Herlan her code name, and she rarely told outsiders her real name.

"The Prophet... Strange name. Herlan didn't delve into this, she looked up and down at this somewhat special freshman, "Are you also going to see the interview between Belle and Leon?" ”

"Visit... Talk? This is not the first time that the Prophet has heard strange words since he came to the city.

"It's just at the front of this road that there seems to be a magic machine called 'Television' installed in our Academy's magic arena yesterday, and it seems that through that machine, you can see Belle and Leon talking with your own eyes." Herlan pointed to the end of the road.

All the students who ran on this road were trying to get to the arena to grab a place.

Due to his poor physical fitness, Herlan could only walk slowly.

"It's Belle and Leon, you should know! It's the male and female protagonists of "This Demon Is Not Too Cold" and "Beauty and the Devil". ”

Behind Herlan another girl appeared, her eyes lit up as she saw the prophet retreat.

The Prophet felt the breath of light in her...... The person in front of him is undoubtedly a believer in the land of holy religion.

"She's Sansa, my friend, I'm sorry to scare you, will we go to the arena later?"

Herlan sent an invitation to the younger-looking junior, and the intellectual aura emanating from the prophet inexplicably made Herlan feel very close.

"About this..."

The Prophet hesitated in the face of Herlan's invitation, and Qiao Xiu had told her not to run around with strangers.

During his hesitation, the Prophet suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves falling to the ground.

"Be careful!" The Prophet reacted instantly, pulling Herlan and Sansa to the side of the road.

In a matter of seconds, a unicorn-like creature covered in thunder and lightning inscriptions ran past the Prophet, and on its back sat a girl slightly older than the Prophet.

As the unicorn runs, it can faintly hear the sound of thunder and lightning, and it doesn't look like a 'gentle' horse.

"The unicorn favored by the god of thunder, isn't this the magical beast owned by the chief of the Clorhill Academy of Magic?"

Herlan instantly recognized the source of this magical beast, and she really couldn't understand why the chief of the academy next door would ride such a dangerous magical beast around this academy.

"Miss... Please don't go in... Inside the academy is riding a ......"

As the unicorn ran past, a servant panted after him, and before he could finish his words of stopping, the unicorn disappeared at the end of the path.

"I think she probably came to see this 'interview' as well." The Prophet pushed his wood-rimmed glasses and came to a conclusion.

"It seems that the dean of the Clorhill Academy of Magic and Magic rejected the proposal to bring in that magic machine, so he came to our academy?"

Herlan was very well informed, after all, it was at the High School of Magic next door, and for them, the students of that academy were more of a rival to each other.

"Ahh This is our territory, how can other colleges steal a place! That's when Sansa came to her senses and wanted to drag Herlan to the arena.

"It's too late to go."

Herlan gasped, for her, who majored in the Magical Mechanics and Order Inscriptions, her physical strength was not comparable to that of the wild mage sister.

"Maybe we can go to a few seniors who majored in prophecy, and their 'omniscient eyes' should be able to see inside the arena through crystal balls." Herland said.