One is a beautiful boy Le Zhengming, and the other is a young man with white skin and sharp beak monkey gills.

The two of them first greeted Ukiqiu Ruier politely, and then set their eyes on Jiarong.

One looked like venom, making Jiarong feel like he was being besieged by poisonous snakes, and the other looked like a raging flame, as if Jiarong was about to be burned to ashes.

Jiarong silently recited a spell in his heart, calling for the protective light screen, thinking that the next time he went out, he must bring a witch wand and a spirit stone with him.

Although Jiarong can use spells without a wand, with a wand, the power will be even greater. The wand is like a "magic amplifier".

Fuqiu Rui'er was also stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted, she pulled Jiarong behind her, and then said with a smile: "Hello two, have you already bought something?"

Maybe it was because he saw Rui'er's protective actions, Le Zhengming's face changed, and finally he didn't have a seizure, "Well, let's go first." Then he walked away.

Fuqiu Rui'er breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Jiarong, and saw that she still didn't look frightened, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Jiarong, Le Zhengming is of noble birth, his father Le Zhengchun is currently serving as the Minister of Palace Affairs, and his mother is Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, it is said that His Majesty the King also loves him very much, the next time you see him, you should back down. ”

Oh, it turns out that I have provoked a great character! But I don't want to provoke it at all! Is it the eldest young master who sees that I am not pleasing to the eye and wants to fix me, do I want to fight back and scold or not return the mouth, and when the eldest young master is tired of scolding and tired, he will smile and say that the young master has played well and scolded well?

Jiarong shouted in his heart for a while, but seeing Fuqiu Rui'er's frowning and worried look, thinking that she had protected herself behind her just now, he was still a little moved, "Well, I'll try to avoid him next time." ”

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However, it is really not easy to avoid a single person in a small academy, especially the advanced class of the mage academy.

The Mage Academy has an hour's morning class in the morning and an hour's evening class in the evening, which is untouchable. Unless you are bedridden, you have to participate.

On Monday, there were three classes, namely Theology, Law, and Poetry, which had been a course since the beginning of the apprenticeship class, and it was compulsory, so Jiarong had to attend as well, although she was not really interested in them.

From Tuesday to Thursday afternoon, classes were scheduled, namely Transfiguration, Summoning, Advanced Runes and Techniques and Tactics, which are the high-quality courses of the Mage Academy, and they are also the key to whether or not they can grow into an archmage in the future, of course Jiarong has to attend.

Fortunately, there were many students in these classes, as well as the bishop's priests and auxiliary deacons present, and Ukiqiu Ruier also went in and out every day, as long as he chose to ignore those vicious or hot eyes, Jiarong could study with peace of mind.

The morning is spent on self-study. Students can choose one or several subjects that they like or excel in, and study with a dedicated teacher.

For example, Floating Hill chose to specialize in herbalism.

Jia Rong wanted to choose two courses: climate control and search for bondage.

The bishop teacher of climate control is a priest of the sect, and on this day, Jia Rong went to his office to submit an application.

The office of the priest was on the second floor, and he was a burly old man, dressed in a white robe with a red sash around his waist, nearly sixty years old, with sparse hair but a ruddy complexion. He sat behind his gorgeous desk, took the application form handed by Jiarong, glanced at it, then raised his head and opened his mouth with a embarrassed face: "Classmate Jiarong, I can't accept your application. ”

Seeing Jiarong's questioning gaze, he smiled slightly, and then said, "Well, that's the case, there are currently many students applying for further study, but I have limited energy, so I can only select a few excellent students from them. When you passed the test, your score in climate control was average, so it's a pity. ”

With that, he handed the application back.

"I see, thank you. Jiarong took back the application and turned to leave.

Walking out of the office of the priest of the sect, Jiarong was thinking about handing in the application for the Binding Class, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter from the front.

Jiarong looked up and saw Le Zhengming standing at the top of the stairs, leaning forward and backward with a smile, as if a team of clowns in front of him had performed a burlesque for him.

It turns out that the clown is me!

Seeing Le Zhengming, Jiarong immediately understood that the refusal of the Zongzheng priest should be due to the fact that the eldest young master had done his homework, making the Zongzheng priest unwilling to accept him. After all, there is no need to offend a noble son for a student who has no surname.

And then he was afraid that he didn't know, so he deliberately stood here and told himself with laughter that this was his masterpiece!

He just wanted to tell himself that he could be cornered in the Academy, in the Temple, or in the entire Golden Amber Country!

Looking at Le Zhengming's proud appearance, Jiarong took a deep breath and desperately suppressed the anger in his heart!

The young man in front of him had a gorgeous face and a smile like a flower, but at this moment, Jiarong felt that he was a hundred times uglier than Geng Mo'er!

However, she knew she couldn't do it, so she glanced at him and moved on, down the stairs step by step, letting the laughter thunder behind her.

With the refusal of the priest of Zongzheng, Jiarong knew that it was unlikely that the other priests would be willing to accept her, but she still went to the bishop teacher of the Hunt and Binding Technique, the Starry Night Priest, as planned, and handed over the application.

The Starry Night Priest behaved exactly the same as the Priest of the Sect, and even the rhetoric was basically the same: "Unfortunately, I can't accept your application. There are so many students applying at the moment that I can only choose the best students among them. By the time you passed the test, your results in the Search and Restraint Technique were only average. Or you can take other courses, some of which are less grade-intensive. ”

Jiarong said thank you and left.

She saw Le Zhengming again at the door, as well as his attendant, the long fish with the sharp-beaked monkey gills. The two of them laughed happily there, and Changyu even squatted down and hugged his stomach when he heard it.

Jiarong walked in front of them as if he didn't see them, his nails digging into his palms.

There are also courses in divination, astrology, herbology, and illusion, firstly, Jiarong is not interested in these courses, and secondly, it is estimated that the result will be the same.

Besides, what if a priest was willing to accept himself under pressure?

Jiarong silently tore up the application in his hand, turned around and walked towards the library.

When he was on the island, the old mage often said that the most important thing in the temple was books, and in addition to magic books, there were many biographies and travelogues worth seeing.

Because those biographies were written by the people in charge of the temple who were in charge of writing books, for the famous people who made history. Those travelogues are the eager exploration and discovery of "distant places" and unknown countries by some people with dreams.

If you feel confused and depressed one day, go read these books. Watching these is much more exciting than listening to the storytellers on the island before. Because the book is more real and wiser than the story.

Jiarong felt that he needed them very much at this moment.