Chapter 10: The grove in the northwest corner of the playground

The next day, in the summoning class, Borg personally examines the students' work, the summoning of the Methylene Chloride Beast. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 🔥 As Horst thought, a lot of students don't do it. Either the mana level is not enough to extract chlorine as a secondary element, or the configuration fails.

"There is only one configuration of the dichloromethane beast, the spatial irregular tetrahedral configuration, and I believe that many students think that it is a square configuration, which makes it difficult to summon. Borg looked at the scorebook in his hand, which ticked the names of twelve classmates, "These twelve classmates are very good, and they have been qualified to participate in the election at the end of the month to enter the Lingquan for one day." ”

"It is impossible for a summoning mage to stop at the theoretical stage, there must be actual combat. Bog paused, and glanced at the group of students in the classroom, especially the twelve classmates, "So your assessment will be a battle, and you can use the scroll to cast a magic fusion technique." ”

As soon as Horst heard this, he and Dennis looked at each other and smiled, didn't the two of them experience a battle yesterday, in fact, it was more about applying what they had learned.

The allocation of resources in schools is more through competition. The higher the ranking of the competition, the harder you study, and the more worthwhile the school spends more resources to train you.

In the classroom, many students were chattering, and at the same time, in an office at the Summoning Mage Academy, a fat middle-aged man was holding a black-haired boy at his desk.

The fat middle-aged man has a round face, and the shirt buttons on his stomach seem to be stretched open at any moment. The boy, on the other hand, had scorched black hair and a slight redness on his face, which was obviously burned.

"Master Aite, your summoning mage academy must give an explanation to our Ao family, see what kind of students you have cultivated, they actually committed murder and beating people on campus, and also used magic fusion skills, see what kind of burning my son is!" The fat middle-aged man pulled Otis and slapped his other hand on Aite's desk, "I tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will dismantle your summoning academy!"

"You dare!" Master Aite was a little angry, although the other party was the deputy head of the Ao family, the backstage of the lower courtyard of the First Mage Academy was bigger than that of the Ao family.

"Hmph!" the fat middle-aged man slammed his fist on the desk, and some of the pencils on the desk jumped up, "You try!"

"If you dare to do this, I will immediately report it to His Majesty the Emperor, so that your entire family will not survive. Not to be outdone, Master Aite said, "This is the First Mage Academy, not an academy within your family, and it is normal for students to fight. ”

"Yo he, have you learned to scream? Which green onion are you?" the fat middle-aged man said disdainfully, "Either you let the Horst who beat my son get out of school, or I'll let you get out of school!

"What about me?" appeared at the door, a man dressed in black mage robes, with a thick white beard that fell down to his knees.

"Dean Dimmit?" the fat middle-aged man turned his head, a little incredulous, and then his originally angry facial expression turned into a twisted smile, "What kind of wind blew you here?"

"That kid is doing well, he has just entered school for more than half a month, and he has already reached the first level of fifth-level mana. Dimmit didn't look at the fat middle-aged man, and walked straight to Master Aite, "Ozark, if you think your son is innocent, then please show evidence." ”

"As long as it can be proved that your son was indeed beaten by Horst, I have nothing to say. ”

"This ......" Ozark looked extremely embarrassed, looking at Dean Dimitt, the fat on both sides of his face couldn't help but twitch.

"Otis, you go back first, and I'll have a good talk with Dean Dimmit. After holding it for a long time, Ozark had to compromise and said, "Dean Dimmit, how can this matter alarm you?"

"Someone just said that they were going to dismantle my summoning mage academy, so I came out to take a look. Mr. Ozark, if my calculations are correct, you have been on the run from military service for fifteen years, right?" Dean Dimmit was calm, but the speaker had no intention, and the listener had a heart, and when Ozark heard this, his face twitched even more, and sweat seemed to be running down his sideburns.

When Master Aite heard this, he probably understood what the problem was. It turned out that the Shenyang Empire stipulated that as long as they were healthy civilians, after reaching the age of eighteen, they must complete military service within five years, and the length of service was two years. Evasion from military service is punishable by a fine of ten times the property. This means that the more property you have, the more fines you will pay. The wealth and status of the Ao family ranked among the top five of the Imperial Capital family many years ago, so if the Ao family was punished, then ten times the fine could punish the entire family.

Therefore, in the Shenyang Empire, most of the people who escaped military service were those poor people, and those sons and daughters of the family obediently served in the military.

When Master Aite heard what Dean Dimitt meant, he knew that he must have had evidence that Ozark had escaped military service, otherwise Ozark would not have reacted like this.

"Do you remember this?" Ozark was a little nervous, although he knew that Dean Dimmit would not expose this matter, but those who did something wrong would always be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

"Then you said that Horst used the magic fusion technique to hurt your child, forget it?" Dean Dimmit's flat words made Ozark a little unwilling.

"Forget it, forget it. Ozark waved his hand and walked out of Master Aite's office without looking back. No one noticed that Ozark's eyes glistened with a glint of blood, and his face quickly dripped.

"I was amazed that the kid had used a magic fusion technique. Dimitt patted Master Aite on the shoulder, "He's got a lot of talent, maybe he'll be able to outdo me in the future." ”

"I've heard that we're amazed at how young we can do that kind of magic with Moria. Oh, by the way, did you find anything last time you went to the Warcraft Mountains?" Mage Aite remembered that when he was in Rock City, Dean Dimmit went to the Warcraft Mountains.

"The warriors' enchantment is well preserved, and the summoned beast seal inside has been strengthened a bit, as long as that organization doesn't send enough strong people, it shouldn't be destroyed. What's more, I don't think it's worth sending more strong men to that thing. Dimmit poured a glass of water, held it in his hands, and said thoughtfully.

"That organization, you mean ......" Mage Aite was stunned.

"Hmm. Dean Dimmit winked and motioned for Master Aite not to continue, but to nod.

In the classroom, Borg was still talking about the configuration of the Methylene chloridemon, and he didn't talk about anything else until most of the students had mastered it.

Near noon, after having lunch, Horst and his party returned to the dormitory, and in the afternoon it was a meditation class, and everyone practiced the summoning beast configuration they had learned in the morning, and then relaxed for a while. Thankfully, because of Horst's guidance yesterday, all four of the four people in Horst's dormitory qualified for the competition.

Horst originally didn't want to participate in the competition to enter the spiritual spring, but after thinking about it, what he lacked was mana, and he could take this opportunity to increase his mana. If you don't have enough mana, it is very likely that you will encounter troubles that you can't solve in the future, causing terrible consequences, not to mention that you can't waste your talent, although until now, Horst still doesn't know how strong his spiritual power is, and of course it seems that his classmates don't know how strong their own mental power is.

Now, what Horst has are those chemical theories that this world does not have, or in the field of mages, Horst has mastered most of the things, the only thing that is lacking is the total amount of mana and experience.

In the evening, Horst came to the playground, ready to relax, after all, it was indeed a little tiring to improve mana and settle some trivial matters during this time.

Suddenly, Horst noticed the thick black shadow in the northwest corner of the playground, which moved in the moonlight, attracting people to go. At the moment, there are other students on the playground.

"What is there in that grove, and why is there such a rule in the school rules?" Horst muttered to himself, but didn't think much of it.

Outside the playground, under a street lamp, a dark shadow appeared, looking at Horst's figure, as if thinking about something.