God said that people should walk on the road because it is strong and steady, and those who deviate will be swallowed up by floods and magma.

"Rule one, no cheating is allowed in my classroom. The tall old man with a scruffy beard and round eyes stared at the children in the classroom like a king examining his subjects, with a serious expression. After saying that, he licked his fingers on his tongue and then opened the page with his wet fingers, erected a second finger, and continued: "Rule two, be sure to follow rule one. ”

"First, let's figure out what magical energy is, stinky boys, open the book with your lazy fingers!" said Lillard, a magician in his seventies. There was a rush of flipping books, and the little nobles in the class, whose average age was only ten years old, hurriedly opened the books in front of them, staring at the complicated magic pictures and texts on them, and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

The two children sitting at the back in relatively simple clothes looked at each other, as if they were complaining about why the other party chose this course.

"Magical energy is the source of all magicians to create and destroy, and only by fully understanding and mastering it can you be more than the former. So what is magical energy, every unit in this world where everything grows, or a small drop of water in the vast sea, or as small as a speck of dust refracted by the bright sun, or a spark crackling in the fireplace, are all indispensable elements of magical energy, and the huge energy formed by bringing these elements together is what we call magical energy......"

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the little nobleman who was dressed gorgeously and was whispering to his companions in the middle of the class suddenly saw the book in front of him wrapped in boiling flames, he was stunned for a second, and immediately screamed and jumped up.

"Kerry Fornia, what is magical energy?" the tall old man stared at the boy who dared to make trouble in his class, orange sparks faintly flashing between his fingers.

"Magical energy is ...... It's water, fire ,......" Kerry was almost scared to tears by this scene, his face was pale and he snorted, which was much more terrifying than the fashionable governess at home who always smiled.

"Sit down. Lillard walked to the podium with a deep sigh, stroked his chest-length beard and said, "The elements of magical energy are not always in harmony, such as Mr. Carrey's water and fire, don't try to reconcile them, or you will suffer from it, stupid boys." Kerry, whose legs trembled, sat down and listened to the old man's sarcasm, and his face instantly turned from pale to red.

"Now that you all know what magical energy is, it's up to you to discover this precious and terrifying thing. Lillard walked to the middle of the class, raised his fingers, and said in a rambling voice: "Every magician has his own innate special instinct, we call it magical talent, and the magical talent given to the magician is to surpass others in the perception and use of a certain unit or certain element, when the gifted magician reaches the peak of energy collection and use at the same time, in his field, he is comparable to the existence of a god." The old man looked melancholy as he spoke, obviously a little sentimental that he had not reached that height at his age.

"Teacher, what...... What kind of magician can achieve such an achievement?" Arthur, who was listening intently, suddenly noticed that the voice was coming from beside him, and turned his head to look at Fred who looked nervous on the side.

Some raunchy old men turned around, looked at the two children at the back who were cowering like little mice, were silent for a moment, let out a heavy breath, and said slowly: "Grand Magus, the supreme of the magic field on the Sean continent. ”

"Isn't His Majesty the Pope the Grand Magister?" asked a student beside the old man curiously, Arthur's heart moved when he heard those two words, but curiosity made him hold his breath and look at the old man. The Pope is not only the supreme being representing the divine power in the hearts of all people, but also an unrivaled figure in the power of magic, and the firm belief in the main god has largely led people to blindly amplify the energy of what their hearts depend on, whether it is the creator god in the fresco, or the pope sitting in the church.

"Of course not. The old man raised his eyebrows, ignoring the uproar in the classroom, and continued: "There have only been three Grand Magi in Tyran's history when magic cultivation has reached the extreme, and as the years have passed, one of our surviving Grand Magi has not appeared for many years. Of course, His Majesty the Pope is also a person with superb magical cultivation, but unfortunately he is indeed not a Grand Magister, but a Magister. "Magister...... Archmagister, is there any difference?" Fred asked, unrelentingly.

Lillard gave him a meaningful look and replied in a deep voice, "There's a line." ”

"Alright, ignorant little bugs, that's the end of the discussion, today's homework is to try to perceive and find the respective magical elements, and tomorrow let me see what you all brought to the table, after class!" Lillard suddenly turned and walked onto the podium, with his back to the students and shouted. When everyone hurriedly lowered their heads to pack up their things, Arthur looked up at the old man, and suddenly felt that the old man's back looked extremely gloomy, time is always invincible, and he has not touched the ideal corner of his clothes in a limited time, and no one can completely forget it.

On the way back to the dormitory, Arthur's mind was still echoing the statement that the Pope was a magister, but what about Mr. Reeth? Intuitively, he felt that maybe the title could not fully express the damage that a personal magic cultivation could cause, and if the archmagister was an existence comparable to a god in the personal realm, then the magister should also be a demigod, right? If the demigods also have the ability to destroy the withering and decaying, then how similar is this to the nuclear bomb theory of their own world, and there is no point in comparing the side with the side with the other side with a thousand nuclear bombs, because if there is a war, they both have the strength to destroy each other instantaneously......

"Arthur. ”

"Huh?"

Arthur, who was walking with his head down, heard the shout and responded blankly, and Fred, who was walking side by side, was obviously shocked by the content of today's class, and was frowning and immersed in his own world and continued to walk forward, showing indifference to what was happening around him.

"Someone is waiting for you at the door. The red-faced little girl walked up with her hands behind her back and said, looking much less stressed than the other students.

"Really?" Arthur thought for a moment that the old butler was coming, and nodded, "I'll go now." After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, and then turned back and said, "By the way, the lunch last time was delicious, thank you." ”

Their conversation was overheard by the passing students, who couldn't help but cast suspicious glances at them, Anna's face suddenly turned even redder, and she glanced at Arthur, and hurriedly left the scene, but her pace was a little flustered. When Arthur looked up, Fred had already walked straight away, glancing at the curious crowd around him, and Shi Shiran walked towards the entrance of the academy.

Perhaps each academy in the empire has its own characteristics, but only from the environment there has never been an academy as distinctive as the Hongtong School of Magic, which has been widely planted in the empire as a tree with strong soil adaptability, but there have been high-ranking officials in the empire who said that this kind of tree has no other use than to provide shade, because the wood is not compact enough, neither can it be used to make guns and arrows, nor should it be cut down and polished into furniture, and then this statement has been very loud for a period of time, many red trees have been cut down by the ground, presumably Deppshire College should now be the place where the largest area of red trees is preserved, overlooking from the top of the college, the whole college seems to be immersed in a sea of orange。

The wind blew through the trees, a few scattered paulownia leaves fluttered and fell, Arthur in the past two days in addition to classes is to wander around the academy, secretly remember the layout of the building in his mind, soon near the entrance of the academy, I saw an old figure waiting there from afar, Arthur's eyes for no reason were sour, and the scene of the world when I was a child and my grandfather waited patiently at the school gate every time I was a child, how similar it is now.

"Lawrence. Arthur gathered his emotions and shouted to the old butler through the door with a pretended relaxed smile on his face.

"Young Master. Lawrence, who was full of silver hair, hurried to the gate, and looked at the little master who was separated by a door, and his eyes were full of the kindness peculiar to the elders.

"Is there anything going on at home?" Arthur didn't want him to see his sentimentality, and changed the topic with an ignorant look, and after getting a negative answer, he helplessly held the iron rod of the carved gate of the college, and said slightly apologetically like a prisoner looking forward to his release from prison: "Lawrence, the college is not open until the holidays, so ......"

"It's okay young master. Lawrence looked at the only bloodline of the family with a kind smile, looked around, took out two Gaode gold coins from his arms and stuffed them into his hands, and whispered: "Young master, this is the first time you have left home when you are so old, you should take this money for emergency purposes first, business in the store is very good these days, you must protect yourself." ”

Arthur held the two gold coins in his hand across the iron door, and the corners of his eyes were slightly sour, but he did not debunk the shabby acting skills of the old man who was once the butler of a prominent family in front of him. Arthur took a deep breath, blinked, put the gold coins in his pocket, and said softly: "The people in the academy are very good to me, don't worry about you, I will take care of myself." He tugged at the sleeve of his coat that couldn't cover his wrists, just two gold coins were already a lot of care that the family could give now, and not accepting them would only increase their worries.

After a little more chatter, seeing that it was not early, Arthur turned back and walked towards the interior of the academy at Lawrence's insistence, until his figure disappeared into the shadows of the trees, and the silver-haired old man walked away with a slight staggering step.

What the old man didn't know was that the child in his eyes hid behind the tree at the moment he turned to leave, and finally couldn't help shedding two lines of tears.