"Come in, Oriana."

The moment there was a knock on the door, Ryan spoke.

Orianna walked into Ryan's office with a stack of papers, and she bowed slightly towards the figure in front of the window, her soft electronic voice full of energy:

"Mr. Ryan, the six departments originally established by the college, with a total of 2,018 students, have all entered the school, and the class schedules of each department have been arranged."

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There is no so-called opening speech at the War College, and some only have the professor's debut run by each department.

If professors and mentors are not strong enough, they will not be able to convince the public in Noxus.

Listening to Oriana's words, Ryan turned around.

The magic moved with his movements, and the paper in Oriana's hand flew into his hand.

As he watched, Oriana explained:

"Every seven days make up a cycle week, with one day off and six days of study. According to the timetable reported by most departments, 4 days are professional courses, and the remaining 2 study days are 1 day for veteran speeches and 1 day for elective course activities. ”

For the time being, there are only six departments in the War College, namely the Department of War, the Department of Administration, the Department of Magic, the Department of Mechanics, the Department of Hextech and the Department of History.

Among them, the war department has the largest number of people, and the magic department is not only small, but also has a small average age.

Plasticity is only possible at a young age, this is the conclusion that Seraphine came to after admissions.

In addition to the specialized courses of each department, only one veteran speech is required to be present in each department.

Each day, the academy arranges a different veteran to speak about their stories on the battlefield and their own exploits.

Unless approved by the faculty of the college, each student must attend a certain number of lectures every seven days or receive a letter of resignation.

Being dissuaded from the academy would be laughed at by all Noxians.

"This schedule is good, just follow this. The mechanical department isn't busy. ”

Ryan asked as he put down the papers in his hand and looked up.

Orianna is a tutor in the Department of Mechanics and an assistant to the dean.

Originally, with her ability, there would be no objection to taking the professorship, but she chose to demote herself by two levels.

Faculty departments are directly managed by professors, assisted by associate professors, and supervisors are only responsible for teaching.

"I'm not busy, today the professor of the stove fire will show his skills." Orianna smiled and shook her head.

"What do you think of him?" Ryan asked suddenly.

"A stubborn old man, his ancestor is said to have been the strongest furnace family that has ever forged. I could tell he didn't like the name Mechanics in his heart. ”

"It's not the furnace family, the real furnace family is all dead. It was only when he was tracing the trail of his ancestors that he received some small favors. Ryan shook his head.

He turned his head out the window, looked at the scenery outside, and said leisurely:

"There is no difference between forging and mechanical manufacturing. In my eyes, you have more potential than him. ”

"Understood, I'll learn his blacksmithing skills." Oriana nodded earnestly.

"There is no shortage of ordinary craftsmen in the Empire." Ryan said calmly, "We're missing that top-notch one. ”

"To get to that level, it takes a perfect piece. For me, it was a masterpiece that would make a machine famous. ”

Oriana's pale blue eyes were smiling.

Compared with the quiet her before, after her whole body became a mechanical body, her emotions did not disappear, but became richer.

She has found the happiness and pursuit of her past in the continuous patchwork of parts, which is the foundation of her human being.

"You believe in your talent, Oriana. Piltover can take the mechanical dragon into the skies, and in the near future, there's always something to be named after you. Ryan smiled.

"Thank you for believing in me, Mr. Ryan!" A smile tugged at the corners of Oriana's mouth.

Towards the majestic figure in front of her, she bowed slightly and left.

As the Dean's office became empty again, Ryan's figure slowly faded into a stream of water.

This is not his essence, but a clone used to deal with affairs on an improvised basis.

And now, it was still a pivotal moment for him and Sindra to study the Star Spirit.

Magic Department practice grounds.

In a large open space, dozens of students stood scattered. In the distance, there are various test dummies.

"Professor LeBlanc, aren't you going to show yourself?"

Seraphine stepped on the stage boredly and looked at LeBlan, who was looking at the student with interest.

The Pale Lady LeBlanc, the master of the Black Rose, has no more suitable professor of magic than her.

At least in Seraphine's eyes, her two teachers in the Floating Castle were simply incompetent.

At this point in time, I'm afraid they are still studying the star spirits in a waste of sleep and food...

"No, Miss Seraphine. Today is the stage for you to show, and my position is just a transition. LeBlanc had a small smile on her face.

She was willing to come, just to show her presence.

"Okay, okay, poor Seraphine."

Seraphine shrugged her shoulders slightly, understood the other party's thoughts, and reluctantly shook her long pink hair and floated forward.

She's not an adult at Piltover! Why do you want her to do everything! Alas!

However, the students were recruited by her personally, and almost all of them were younger than her, and she was happy to do this.

"Hello everyone, my name is Seraphine and I am your future mentor."

"Hello Sister Seraphine!"

Anne waved her little hand first, and as usual, she held her bear with the other.

"Hello Mr. Seraphine!"

The other children shouted respectfully, having seen Seraphine long before they entered school.

The gentle image of Seraphine communicating with her parents that day is still fresh in their memories.

After they went back, they were also told to respect this pink-haired sister.

There are no older mages in the magic department, and almost all of the older mages go to the administration department and the war department to be tempered by Svein and Draven.

In the crowd, only a dark-skinned, short-haired girl with blond hair did not react, she just stared at everything indifferently, her eyes kept focused on LeBlanc's side.

There stood a humble woman, someone she knew.

"That's your name, Rell."

After a few brief explanations and letting Anne take care of the dolls who had not yet learned to control magic, she walked up to Rill.

Unlike the rest of the children, Ruil was even older than her in terms of appearance.

This is also confirmed by the data, Ruil is 14 years old and already proficient in controlling metal magic.

Similarly, Ruil was the only student she hadn't recruited.

"Who's the next person I'm going to fight?" Ruil said coldly.

"Fighting, we don't teach those. Your mother's method of education is wrong. Seraphine said softly.

"Mother... Sure enough..."

Ruil had a self-deprecating look on her face.

She said that how could her ordinary mother stand next to the dean of the magic department, or on this important occasion today.

"Can I ask a question?"

"She loves you, that's why she did that." Seraphine replied directly.