Located in the council chamber of the Academy of Magic, the capital of the Oslan Empire, there are now seven pinnacle figures of magic. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe seven Magisters of each department are arguing over one thing, and there is a tendency to do it soon.

The fire magister Melmon's voice was the loudest, and even the guards at the door could hear a piercing roar, "This matter must be severely punished!" Fire mages are all grumpy, and Melmont is the best among them, ignoring the dean's dark face and roaring without scruples.

Wind Magister Lan Dao also had a good temper, and he was not angry when he was pointed at his face by Melmon, and nodded at the dean and said, "I think although this matter is serious, it should not be severely punished, after all, we have experimented with that method later, and it is indeed feasible." Lan Dao paused and continued, "It's just that there was no tutor to assist me at that time, and it was inevitable that I would make mistakes occasionally. ”

"Is it inevitable? So if you say so, such a big explosion of energy will be over?" Mermon rudely interrupted Lan Dao. Lan Dao didn't mind, took a sip of water and continued: "If Bert's method is feasible, we will cultivate a large number of intermediate or even high-level magicians in a short period of time, which will change the situation of the entire continent. In particular, some students with good physical fitness but mediocre qualifications can help them quickly break through bottlenecks. So I think that although Bert has had it, he has also done it. ”

"What? "What?" Hearing this, Melmon, who had just sat down, jumped out again, and this time he even kicked down the chair. Dean Miguel gave him a blank look: "Pay attention to your image." The fire apprentice in the back hurriedly helped Melmon lift up his chair. "If this kind of thing is not severely punished, then won't the academy explode every day in the future? Melmon simply didn't sit down, and just stood and spoke.

Even the water magister with a good temper can't stand it, "Are there still fewer explosions in the fire academy? Could it be that His Excellency the magister only allows the state officials to set fires and does not allow the people to light lamps?" "Or do you see that the number of wind elves has increased recently, and you are afraid that your students will not be able to compare with others, so you want to take the opportunity to suppress it?"

"Okay, don't talk about it yet. Hear my thoughts first. Seeing that the two Demon Masters of the Water and Fire were about to quarrel again, Lan Dao hurriedly dissuaded, "I don't think Bert is doing the right thing, but it's my fault in this matter." Bert is a genius at magic, and I hope the Dean will consider it and not let that deprive a child of the opportunity to learn magic. ”

Miguel fell into deep thought after hearing this, everyone knew that the dean had a decision to make, and they all waited quietly.

After a while, the dean knocked on the table and made a decision: "Our magic academy has always encouraged students to develop magic independently, and we can't give too heavy a punishment just because the consequences caused by this time are serious. Isn't that a slap in the face, and besides, the magic ancestors have gained experience from failure after failure to create the magic system we have today, and if we are afraid of failure, we will stop. Although the matter is serious this time, it has indirectly caused the number of magic elves to skyrocket, which cannot be said to be a coincidence, maybe this is fate. The dean soothed the unconvinced Melmon with his eyes, "But this incident, in the final analysis, is your Landao's educational dereliction, if you had taught him magic knowledge in advance, or if you were present to take care of him, this would not have happened." So now I'm fined Lan Dao's salary for one year, Bert is forbidden to use magic for three months, and these three months give me a good brush on the basics of magic. ”

The dean had already made up his mind that Melmont couldn't say anything, but snorted coldly at Lan Dao, although the Magister's salary for a year was high, it was just a painless punishment for Lan Dao, who ate and lived in the academy and had no family, in fact, it could be seen that the dean was very happy about this surge in magic elves. This means that the status of magicians in the country will rise even further.

"Alright, that's the end of the matter, now let's talk about the triennial magic tournament this fall. Everyone immediately sat down, the magic competition is a continent-wide magic festival, and the four major empires of the continent and the Holy Bishop's See will all participate. This is a game that is a symbol of the strength of the empire. Miguel continued, "As in previous years, there will be three representatives from each house. Finally, the top three students participate in the finals against other Imperial Academies as representatives of the Academy. You can go back and draw up the specific list of entries and hand it over to me. Alright, adjournment. ”

The Academy of Magic now has five main colleges, some of which are branches such as the Time Department, the Dark Department, and the Wood Department. The Sub-Faculty may provide a list of outstanding candidates to the Main College, and the specific candidates will be provided by the Main College.

Although the dean did not punish Bert, Melmont was in a good mood. Because more than two of the last three places in the past year will be students from the Fire Academy, and the students from the Wind Academy will be eliminated in the first round. Even if there is a genius like Bert in the Wind Academy this year, but now he is banned from using magic for three months, the place in the finals is still in his Melmon pocket.

It's been more than a week since the last time, and Bert, who was locked up in confinement, has been lying down for a week. In fact, his body had already recovered, and he could even feel that there was more magical energy in his body than before. If it weren't for being locked up in the confinement room, he would have really wanted to go to the teacher in the academy to assess the level of magic to test his level. It's just that the whole confinement room is closed and makes him feel extremely bored, except for Erin and Lan Dao who occasionally come to see him, and only the senior brother who came to deliver a change of clothes can chat with him for a while.

Now the above decision has not come down, and I don't know how I will be punished. It's the hardest feeling, knowing that there's a problem coming in front of you but you don't even know what it's going to be, and you're locked up in a dark room for a whole week. Now, in addition to practicing magic every day, Bert sleeps to pass the time.

Bert, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a sound of footsteps, and was startled at first, thinking that someone from the academy had sent someone to lift him. But after listening carefully, they were relieved, this kind of unusual pace can only be possessed by their wind magicians. With the footsteps of the wind-based magic elves, they will appear extremely light, and the sound of walking can be reduced a lot.

The door was opened, and sure enough, it was Lan Dao who entered. Bert shouted embarrassedly, "Master." Lan Dao nodded slightly, "Get ready to get down and follow me back to the academy." ”

Bert thought he had misheard, and double-checked. After getting a definite answer, Bert jumped up, "yes, great! Go back to the academy! Finally, you don't have to stay in this little dark room anymore!" Before he was happy, he hit the door of his head again, "Happy fart, I will not be allowed to go out of the dormitory door for three months after I go back, and I will stay in the dormitory to learn the basics of magic and magic rules." ”

"Huh, won't you give the door out?" Ignoring Bert's reluctance, Lan Dao lifted him out with a straight face. However, after leaving the office building, Lan Dao returned to normal, and said to Bert, who was still sullen: "You have been working on the basics for these three months, you have fallen too far behind, and you have been busy improving your magic level in the past few months." You also punished you so lightly this time because of a blessing in disguise. After three months, you practice magic and wait for the fall to participate in the magic competition. ”

Ahh Lan Dao had no choice but to explain to him: "At first glance, you didn't learn the basics well. In the Magic Competition, our school will send a total of three students to compete against students from other empires. Matches are played in a magical battle format with no time limit, and if one team is defeated or the mana is exhausted, the other team wins. ”

"It's only three places, then I'm definitely out of play. Bert shook his head in frustration. "The three places are awarded in each department, and each college has three places, and the same way is the competition, and the winner represents the college. Who do you think I'll send to our Wind Academy?" Lan Dao looked at Bert with a smile.

"Master is the best! Master send me! I will definitely win glory for you!" Bert jumped up excitedly and hugged Lan Dao, and the two laughed all the way back to the academy.

In this way, a few months passed, at the beginning of the 342nd year of the Longhan calendar, first an explosion occurred in the belly of the continent in the Male Gobi for unknown reasons, and then the magic spirits of the continent suddenly increased significantly, and the wind magic, which had been weakened for nearly a hundred years, began to enter everyone's sight again. After discussion with historians, the 342nd year of the Longhan calendar was renamed the first year of Kaihuang.