A ray of sunlight shone through the window and shone on Will's face.

It is a room full of Europa's medieval atmosphere.

The walls are made of brick and stone, and the hard wooden planks are covered with a layer of brown and yellow carpet. The ground was littered with all sorts of objects. The room is not large, and the large bed with thick goose down cushions takes up more than half of the space. Next to the bed was a large floor-to-ceiling window, and in front of it was a wardrobe of old bentwood (yes, the cheapest kind of furniture) with a half-height mirror for dressing. However, whether it is the very blurry lattice glass, or the dirty scarlet curtains, or the messy furnishings in the house, it can be seen that the owner of this house has not cleaned it for a long time.

Will snorted and reluctantly got up from his large warm bed, shuffled his heavy steps to the half-man-high mirror in front of the bed, and began to put on his makeup.

Will's family is illustrious, and his family is the most dazzling of the largest empires in the north.

Three dukes of one family, four marshals of father and son.

His family is awesome. This is the universally accepted view.

For Will, however, it wasn't a big deal. It's not that he doesn't want to touch the light of the decadent aristocracy of feudalism, but he can't touch it if he wants to.

His family is indeed very powerful, but they are on the wrong side in the political game. So much so that as soon as the new emperor succeeded to the throne, he wanted to uproot his family regardless of the situation to eliminate future troubles.

In the end, his family was defeated, and all the members except him were killed by the new emperor. He was left with such a lone seedling, still standing firm in the cold wind.

For this huge turmoil that swept through most of the northern regions and was known as the Bloody Moon, Will's most intuitive feeling was that the living expenses he could withdraw from the trading house every month had changed from 1,000 gold lun to 0 today.

The former owner of Will's body was an illegitimate child, and he still had rare black hair and black eyes. Whether it is physical or psychological characteristics, he seems to be incompatible with the members of that family.

In this era, illegitimate children are not qualified to inherit family assets, and are despised and excluded by family members, and are not even qualified to inherit the family surname, and they do not even have a decent name. Fortunately, he was detected to have a talent for magic since he was a child, and was sent by his family to the southern magic principality of Valen.

However, this bastard child is still relatively unlucky, due to the lack of adaptation to the water and soil, he was replaced by a fever before he arrived in Valen, and he died with a whimper, and finally cheapened Will, an outsider.

Magic!

When Will first heard the term, he almost thought he was dreaming.

Words that could only appear in novels and games in the past are real things in this world.

The difference is that magic is a general concept, and it is not exclusive to humans. There are many types and factions of magic, which have come from time immemorial, and are constantly dying and reborn. Even the most knowledgeable scholar in the world probably can't name all the types of magic.

Therefore, the vast majority of magicians in this world are specialized in one department. Because of the breadth and profundity of magic, but also because of the limited energy of man.

There are four main types of magic factions in the human race, the elemental system, the holy light system, the engineering system, and the dark magic system.

Will is a non-mainstream, so he opted for the Healing Department, an obscure branch of magic.

Of course, the reason why he chose this was purely for safety reasons.

As we all know, magicians are a promising job. Due to its rarity and high value, every time a magician graduates from the academy, he is sought after and rewarded handsomely.

It's just that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

This high return is accompanied by high risk. Magicians are an output of violence, and the first place they go after graduation is in the army. And no matter what kind of war, the first thing the enemy wants to kill is the magician in the army.

Will is a relatively cowardly person, to be precise, his ideal is to eat and drink well, and grow old. He has no ambition to dominate the world and have a horde of harems.

The healing system is the best profession to meet Will's great ideal.

As a healing magician, most of the time, he stayed in the rear safely, solving various incurable diseases for the nobles of all sizes.

Stable job and good income!

With this identity, as long as he is willing to be a little intimidating, Will can be rich and prosperous for the rest of his life. After all, Will wittily used a fake surname to sign up, and did not enter the Nibelungen Academy through the family's channels. The only link with the wealthy clan in the north, the merchant house that withdraws money every month, has long since been severed. The politics of the northern states were very different from those of the south, although his name was on the must-kill list by the emperor of the north, who had just succeeded to the throne and was hailed as a great man. However, it is not easy for the other party's forces to make a difference in the south.

The Principality of Magic, Valen, is a member of the Southern Magical Alliance, and Will's Nibelungen Academy is the most outstanding mage academy in Valen and even in the entire continent.

Five of the twelve chiefs of the Supreme Council of the Magic Guild are now from the Nibelungen.

Usually, such institutions have a common feature, that is, the tuition fees are unusually expensive.

A thousand gold lun is a huge fortune that cannot be spent for ordinary civilians. But for Nibelungen students, it's just a normal expense for one month.

Studying here is expensive. So when Will sadly found that his monthly living expenses from the comptoir had dropped to zero, he fell into a financial crisis.

Fortunately, there is no endless road.

After more than 20 years of materialist ideological education in his previous life, Will peeled back the cocoon and discovered universal truths from objective phenomena.

That is, no matter what era it is, the creature of scumbags exists objectively, and there are a lot of them.

And in the Nibelungen, these scumbags are generally very rich.

"Twenty golden lun a magic treatise. Walk by and don't miss it. As long as 20 gold lun, as long as 20 gold lun! 20 gold lun, you can't buy a loss, you can't buy a fool....."

So, on the way to class for a group of scumbags, Will carried a large pile of parchment and peddled it with a smile on his face.

Will's business was very good, and in a total of ten minutes, he sold four copies and gained eighty gold luns.

Feeling the weight of the money bag, Will was satisfied and walked towards the classroom.

......

In the center of the room sat an old desk, at which its owner was playing, playing with a few pieces of parchment with great interest, like a child teasing a cat and a dog.

The owner of the house is nearly half a hundred years old, but he is known for his cynicism. As the youngest of the twelve chiefs of the Supreme Council of the Wizarding Guild, Umile Francis's greatest hobby is to have some fun when he is bored.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in!"

It was a young girl who entered. The girl is beautiful, the type that a man can no longer ignore at first sight.

Her long flaxen-colored hair hung down to her waist, the girl was tall, her skin was as delicate as porcelain, and her blue eyes were deep and bottomless. Even if she was wearing the featureless college uniform that ordinary witches hated the most, it couldn't hide the girl's innate beauty. The maiden is like a perfect work of art, adding the most beautiful splendor to this room.

"Meltia, did your teacher ask you to come?"

The girl named Meltia nodded. Her teacher, Diana, like Umir, was in the same position as the Twelve. Unlike Umir's cynicism, Diana was a notoriously quiet beauty in her youth.

"Yes, the teacher asked me to get the star map. ”

"Over there, you go get it!"

Umir casually pointed to a cabinet next to the room, which was filled with books and atlases.

"Meltia, I heard that you just passed the Magic Guild's high-level mage test?"

"Yes!" said Meltia, rummaging through the mess of atlases for the scroll of stars she needed.

"It's amazing that you're able to reach the rank of a high-level magician at your age. ”

Meltia looked back in surprise, and the impression of Umir was that he rarely praised people.

"Everyone's talent is different. For an ordinary magician, high rank is already the limit of a lifetime. And for a genius like us, the high level is just the beginning, not even the doorway to the real magic realm. ”

Meltia has been praised as a genius since she was a child, whether it is against her will for flattery or sincere praise. For words like genius, Meltia is almost immune.

But it was the first time someone had called themselves a genius so blatantly or shamelessly, and Meltia felt a little weird.

"Needless to say, genius is genius, and there's nothing to shy away from that. Human energy is limited, and no one can master all the branches of magic, so specializing in one line is the best choice. These are the words that the instructor will teach those students on their first day at the academy. This is a correct sentence, but it is also a meaningless nonsense. From the beginning of the Age of Magic to the present, the magicians who have left their mark on history, whether they are famous for eternity or have been infamous for thousands of years, which one is just a mediocre talent who specializes in one line?"

"What do you mean?"

"Meltia, with what you've achieved so far, you're on par with some of the magic professors in the Academy. I believe that by the time you graduate, most of the professors in this college will not be able to compare with you. It's just that a smooth life is often not good for your own growth? Do you want to try to find an opponent for yourself?"

A smile appeared on Umir's face, and he looked at Meltia and said very easily.

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Meltia smiled, bowed to Umir, and gracefully left.

"The people of the G'Ofeiin family are so confident at all times. ”

Umir chuckled, then looked at the parchment on the table.

"Will Schumacher!