"Do you know why the Tesri Academy is only two thousand years old?" Mr. Victor customarily drank a cup of soothing tea every night, and this cup of tea was just the right time to make small talk with Donner.

"Isn't two thousand years long enough?"

"There are knight academies on the continent with a history of tens of thousands of years, but there are very few junior magic academies like the Tessri Magic Academy that specialize in training magic apprentices, and there are very few that are more than four thousand years old. ”

"Why is that?"

"Let me ask you again, do you know why there is the title of magic apprentice, why the magic they perform is not called first-class magic? This is strange, isn't it? The reserve knight has no fighting spirit, so he is not a knight, so the magic apprentice can perform magic, why is it still called an apprentice?"

"You ask, and I guess there is the same answer to both questions. ”

"You clever boy, your guess is right. Three thousand years ago, because of a war, magic spells came from the south, and until then, it was impossible for magic apprentices to perform magic, and most of them were apprentices who helped magicians draw simple magic arrays all their lives. Now, with the aid of spells, apprentices can also cast magic, but the title has been retained. ”

"I see. That...... Mr. Victor, can you tell me a little bit more about the steps in modeling the six-element magic model? You talked about step six last time. ”

"Oh my god, I've been annoyed by your question, this is the thousandth time you've asked me a question about magic models, I don't know why you're interested in these little questions, you should spend a little more time on our materials science experiments, that's creative work. Victor didn't have an angry look on his face, he said as he stood up, found a book on the shelf, and threw it to Donner, "Go see for yourself, and don't ask me these stupid questions again." ”

The book is not thick, and the title of the book is written on the cover, "Introduction and Practice of Magic Models", and Donner finally goes downstairs satisfied.

The next day, after waiting for almost a month to send the paper, Mr. Victor finally received a receipt from the Continental Naturalist Association.

"Mr. Victor, here is a letter from the Naturalist Society, which seems to be about your dissertation. ”

It was the official assistant assigned by the House to Mr. Victor, Miss Tracy. After graduating from the college two years ago, she has been working as a teaching assistant to Mr. Victor. In just two years, she has helped Mr. Victor send dozens of naturalist papers, but the receipt she has received has become more and more unfriendly.

"You can open it for me. Mr. Victor said casually. He wasn't so calm on the surface, and he didn't even want to look at the receipt himself, even though it was the most careful paper he had ever written, let alone the amazing experiments he had done with Donner. However, after so many blows, he really had little confidence in the reply given to him by the "unreasonable" board of directors of the association.

Miss Tracy tore open the envelope and took out the letterhead, her pretty face twisted in astonishment.

"Hmph, this little setback can't stop me from my relentless pursuit of the truth!" said Mr. Victor, seeing Tracy's expression, shouting his famous quote as he imagined the vicious comments that the hateful bureaucrats might have made this time.

"But......" Miss Tracy had not yet recovered from her astonishment.

"Nothing, these vicious comments are just a slander of wisdom by the mediocrity!"

"It's all a compliment to you......"

"Say no more, I never cared about the comments of these bureaucrats, my quest for the truth...... What did you just say?"

"Your paper has been published in full, and the letter says your paper ...... The experiments are exquisite, the data are detailed, and the arguments are rigorous...... Why is there still Donner's ...... on it?"

Before Miss Tracy could finish her sentence, the letter was snatched away by Mr. Victor.

If it weren't for the ears, the corners of Mr. Victor's mouth might have reached the back of his head. These "bureaucratic comments" that he "never cared about" were giving him unparalleled enjoyment.

“...... The experiments are exquisite, the data is detailed, the arguments are rigorous......" Victor recited this passage over and over again, as if it were a magical spell.

"You just said that it was a slander of wisdom by the mediocrity...... Miss Tracy was a little puzzled, and if Donner had seen this, he would have thought of Mr. Victor's comment on his official assistant.

Mr. Victor's happy hour was soon interrupted, and a student knocked on the door and said hesitantly: "There is a handyman who has been caught stealing books and has been brought to the school discipline office, and he actually says that he is your assistant......"

"You mean Donner?" Victor glared at the student.

"It seems to be...... Is it called this name...... Name. The other party was frightened by his glare, and he stammered a little when he spoke.

"Is the school discipline office?" Mr. Victor had not finished speaking, and the man was already outside the house.

The school discipline office was near the teacher's office area, and when Mr. Victor arrived, there were already many people at the door.

"You let me in, this is a frame-up, a frame-up! Donner is not this kind of person!"

Wesley tried to burst through the door and was blocked by a group of students.

"We saw him put the book in his clothes, and he got it. ”

"Wesley, why are you still defending this despicable pauper, you have been being used by him......"

Carl had already seen that he was this kind of person, and now there was something else to say. ”

Lucia was standing at the edge of the crowd, and just now, in the library, she also saw Donner stuff the book into his clothes.

Lucia had a strange impression of Donner. The boy was very different from the other paupers she had ever seen, not only in appearance, but also in the words he spoke, and the way he put himself into his work: the library had become surprisingly clean since he had been in charge of the cleaning. That morning, he looked not at all like a pauper, but like a cultured nobleman. He said magic was too expensive, and he said he didn't want to explain it. Now that this is happening, will he not be able to explain? Or will he explain that he stole books because magic books are too expensive......

"He's a pauper, after all. Lucia thought so, ashamed of the curiosity she had had had about Donner, and even a little affection, "Father is right, he is too young to see the ugliness of human nature. ”

"What's going on here?" Victor shouted, "Where's Donner?"

"Donner was in the house, and Mr. Edgar tied him up. They framed Donner, saying he stole books from the library. "Wesley is the subject representative of Victor's Magic Circle course, and he also knows the relationship between Donner and Victor.

The student automatically made a way for Victor to open the door to the school discipline office, and saw Donner sitting against the wall on the ground, his hands tied, and his thick cotton coat torn to reveal the cotton wool inside.

Donner gave Victor a wry smile.

It was Mr. Edgar who was in charge of school discipline, and it was supposed that he was only responsible for supervising the discipline of the students, and he was not in charge of the workers' affairs, but the students sent Donner over, and he had no choice but to look at Donald and wait for the officials of the college's logistics office to deal with it. Now he didn't wait for the people in the logistics department, but he saw Professor Victor push the door in and look at him coldly. He had a bad premonition: could it be that what the kid said was true, that he was really Victor's assistant?

Mr. Victor's face was frighteningly cold, he picked up the book "Introduction and Practice of Magic Models" on the table in front of Edgar, turned to the title page, and then pushed it in front of Edgar, pointed to the line on it, and asked coldly, "Tell me, what is written here?"

"Victor Brian...... Library. ”

"So you're not blind!" Victor burst out.

The fire elemental in the air instantly burned hot, and Edgar's back was already covered in cold sweat.

(Mr. Victor roared angrily: If you have a recommendation vote, what are you still doing in a daze, quickly vote for this kid O(∩_∩)O)