A friend once said that the world is quite unforgiving. Because no matter what misfortune happens to a person, it continues to turn regardless of it.

Lizzie thinks this is of course nonsense, there are so many people who suffer misfortune every second, and if the world was to take responsibility for it, it would probably have collapsed because of too much care. And then again, it's not usually the "world" that makes people suffer, it's often the "people" who make people suffer.

Complaining about others cannot change the status quo, and as long as people still have the strength to continue to act, they have the opportunity to change themselves -- this argument is certainly true. It's just that when people are already in trouble, they basically don't think about the right thing to convince themselves.

Now, for example, Lizzie is a little bit of a complainer. She had been walking along the winding path for almost two moments, and from time to time she could see a few hurried apprentices approaching in the opposite direction. They probably didn't catch up with the time for the big army to go to the canteen because of something delayed.

Still, they could at least buy leftover bread to fill the energy used in the morning, but she didn't even think about it when the coin bag was nowhere to be found. Fifty Caron said that more and more and less are not enough, and a little saving is enough to meet the expenses of the average student for a week.

She was very unhappy to lose the money all at once.

Aside from the loss of the coin bag that made her mood worse, there was nothing else that upset Lizzie. On the contrary, she felt that her decision to change her goal in time and choose to walk around the school building was a good one—at least she saw a lot of research value.

When Catrice Academy was first established, it was not as large as it is now. At the time of its establishment, it was a settlement college that was formed using a few rural mansions centered on the Faculty of Theory building. These country mansions are basically the houses that have not been used for a long time by the local upper class** to the college.

In addition to the poor pioneers, there were also some small nobles or merchants who could only come here for various reasons to find a way out. It was these people who demanded the creation of an educational institution.

In order to make a living, ordinary pioneers have to work with their families every day and every night. And these "upper classes" have extra time to think about how to maintain their level of education. Parents invest their savings in various industries, and they also consider sending their children to school to learn various knowledge.

In this context, Catrice College was established.

As time passed, Catrice was expanding, the ever-expanding settlements attracted more immigrants, and those with a little spare money sent their children to the academy to be trained. Over time, Catrice College grew in fame and its teaching was fruitful.

In order to accommodate the growing number of students, the Catrice College was expanded again and again - and the successful apprentices who graduated from the college were happy to build a building named after their family name at their alma mater so that future generations could know about their deeds.

In this way, if you take a slow walk along the path, centering on the Faculty of Theory Building, one of the oldest buildings in the college, the nearby buildings will compile a history of the Dominion's architectural style. Not only the exterior style of these buildings, but also the interior decoration of the building has preserved the style of the time.

Surrounded by historic buildings, Curt would be happy to buy a camera and put every nook and cranny of the old buildings in her favorite. And I'm sure to take it out and watch it before taking a break every day.

Lizzie doesn't like historical events, but such buildings are still good, and they make her feel like she is in a different time and space, and feel the life of people at that time. However, she is not immersed in the reminiscence of the past, but is observing the Rubik's cube and decorative symbols carved into the interior of the building.

A long time ago, in that era when spells and education were monopolized, this academy began to teach spells. It was also one of the few early academies that tried to popularize spells among ordinary people. The result of this is that the imprint of the product of the spell is left all over the academy.

From these protective Rubik's Cubes decorated in the details, we can see the style of using spells at that time, simple and direct, using the most primitive artificial magic input method to drive the operation of the overall structure. They spread their mana to bricks of the same structure, increasing their stability and resistance.

Such antique Rubik's Cubes are often used to maintain the security of important buildings. It's just that a similar approach was abandoned more than fifty years ago, and most regions have moved to cheaper and easy-to-mass-produce guard builds. This kind of small block driven by a replaceable core is much more practical than an artificial Rubik's Cube.

As the times move forward, the backward will always be eliminated by the advanced, and the outdated will be replaced by the new, which is the argument that belongs to the exhibition of this era. If the things left over from the past are not applicable, a few are left in the museum, and the rest are swept into the garbage dumps of the past.

Throw away everything that doesn't work—Lizzie doesn't like that very much. Maybe these things don't conform to the trend of the world after all, but just because they are "useless", they deny all the things that carry memories...... Is this really the "right thing to do"?

Her hand gently stroked a blurred ancient text, even if there was a Rubik's cube to protect the integrity of the building, it was still impossible to cover everything. There are traces of these words that have been maintained, but now they are also forgotten and gradually weathered in time.

The sun rises, the sun sets, day by day. Whether people are happy or sad, laughing or angry, they must welcome the arrival of each day. Time moves forward at an unchanging pace, and everything that has accompanied it will inevitably be reduced to dust in the footsteps of its progress.

"If you kid has the guts, say it again!"

As Lizzie was in a trance in these ancient spell decorations, a roar suddenly pulled her back into reality.

Who is making a noise in such an old house?

Liqi was quite unhappy that her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and the anger that had been suppressed by the traces left by these ancient spells suddenly rose again.

The academy is a place of study, and it is simply unreasonable to quarrel in a place where such important spell materials are kept! Are they going to use spells as a means of quarrel to blow up this building? Spells are used like this, and such students should go home!

With a stomach full of resentment about the lack of food, Lizzie plans to follow the direction from which the voice came to find the unspeakable apprentices. She wants to preach to them fiercely, and vent her unhappiness by the way.

Of course, there is another name for this kind of behavior - anger.

The architectural style of this building is clearly different from that of the theoretical department building, and the main wood is used for the door, which is also a sliding door made of wooden panels. These wooden doors, which are not glazed in them, provide good cover for voyeurs hiding behind them.

"How about saying it again? Let me say it a few times. "It's another person, and some arrogant male voice came from behind one of the door panels, "It's a shame that a person like you would choose to do such a rough job as a mercenary for a living!"

It seems that the person who spoke was also a person who held the views of the previous era, Lizzie thought to herself.

It has not been a generation since the popularization of spells, and there are still many people who still believe that magicians are superior beings, that "magic" is a technique that should be used by "qualified people", and that those who master magic should be born superior.

On the other hand, mercenaries, who are considered by many to be a rough job, especially the self-described "elegant" mage. Many sorcerers in staffing agencies are reluctant to work with mercenaries, and often end up with these "vulgar" mercenaries accepting tasks that are supposed to be theirs.

The Wizard Apprentice has completed his studies at the Academy, and most of the graduates will go on to work for various staffing agencies under the management of the Spellcasters' Federation. Cutting off people's financial means is like killing their parents - the relationship between a sorcerer and a mercenary can be imagined.

The door wasn't closed, leaving a gap just enough for her to peek inside through the crack in the door.

In the empty room, several teenagers stood opposite each other.

On Lizzie's side stood five teenagers between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, with their backs to the door, blocking the only exit from the room.

Standing at the front was a rather stocky male apprentice, who was probably the oldest of them and a lot taller than them. The brown head is bound by a ceremonial headband, and in his hand he holds a staff that can only be used during ancient spells.

The decoration was strange, and Lizzie didn't remember that the academy still had a class on ancient spellcasting. These ancient spell-casting devices shouldn't be in the hands of the Academy's apprentices. Such an anachronistic thing is worth a lot of money, and it should not be something that a few apprentices can hold.

It didn't matter, what made Lizzie more interested was the other people they were confronting them.

There were only two of them, and they were clearly on the underdog side compared to the apprentices who blocked the exit. For the sake of Oscar, whom he had only met not long ago, he protected another somewhat thin teenager behind him, while angrily staring at the apprentices who were blocking the way out

The teenagers present were naturally wearing school uniforms, and Lizzie couldn't see the badges on their chests. However, the edges of their clothes are decorated with red, blue, yellow and white fabrics. This color scheme is only used in the uniforms of Elemental apprentices, who are undoubtedly the senior apprentices of Elemental.

The situation was obvious, and there was a bit of friction between Oscar and the senior apprentices who belonged to the same elemental department as him, and finally led to this situation.

None of the people present noticed Lizzie peeking from the sidelines, just glared at each other.

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