Professor Brunier has been with Ravinton for almost three decades and has achieved a level 6 in his own right, making him an absolute mainstay. However, compared to other colleagues of the same level, he actually does not have much status and popularity in the academy. In addition to the occasional reminder of the Dark Elves, he is also needed to use powerful shaping magic to create dazzling fireworks during the celebrations.

But no matter what, as a level 6 mage, Brunier is only one step away from being able to reach the advanced level of qualitative change, and the lifelong meritorious professor of the academy, he still has an independent office and supporting high-level treatment.

At this moment, near the end of the afternoon, Brunier was drinking the fine frothy black tea produced in the southern countries while looking at the list in his hand.

Sure he was not mistaken, Brunier smiled and said to himself, "There are actually six people in this section, which is very good." ”

For many years, almost every session had only one or two people who signed up, and he had already lost much hope for this, so he was happy to take it easy and engage in some other research, such as the second specialization that he began to delve into after being promoted to level 6, the spell department, and there were many new topics. He didn't have to guide the students, which gave him enough time to prepare, and also made him feel a little more confident about hitting level 7 in the future.

Looking at the time, there were still ten minutes before the start of the class, and Brunier was just about to stand up when a dark red raven suddenly flew in through the window, threw a scroll on the table, and said, "Professor, the dean of education has sent me to deliver a letter to you. ”

Brunier immediately recognized that the raven was Silliman's magical pet, and although he felt a little strange in his heart, why did the other party send a letter to him in this way, he still nodded kindly and said, "Okay, thank you, Mengmeng." ”

"Have a nice afternoon. The raven jumped back to the window and flapped its wings. Flew out.

After opening the scroll and reading it carefully, Bruniel's heart was completely filled with strangeness: "Abnormal, it's so abnormal, the academy actually wants to audit my class?"

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After lunch, Leo and Sanders walked together towards the main teaching building.

Sanders complained very unhappily: "You guy is not a friend enough. I'll have one more year at most, no, no, no! at most another six months, and I'll be able to move up to level 2 and be eligible to select specializations. Why don't you wait for me?"

Leo smiled and didn't answer.

Sanders also knew that his request was very rude, but the two had "lived and died together", and the terrible confinement they experienced together, and the relationship became a little closer. He had already regarded Leo as a friend, so he continued to shout, "If you don't wait, you won't wait, but why did you choose the Plastic Energy Department? This is simply destroying your future! Could it be that you study magic just to set off fireballs and throw away ice guns? What is the difference between that and an elementalman?"

All the time. The mage has always had a disdainful attitude towards fellow spellcasters, and it is so ingrained that it cannot be changed. In their minds, the Warlock's primordial spells inherited from the bloodline. It's so simple that it doesn't have any aesthetics. Even though Elemental Warlocks and Psychic Warlocks do possess great combat power, far surpassing mages in some respects, mages who aim to explore still stubbornly believe that this combat power is meaningless.

Leo shrugged his shoulders. He replied, "I remember, this is the fifth time you've asked this question." ”

It was certainly not Leo's mouth that went on a week before. The two are in a state of confinement, and they can't go anywhere else except for classes and meals every day, but they can choke the little fat man who is a little lively by nature, and whenever he has the opportunity to talk to Leo, he will ask this and that, and he has become a curious baby.

Hearing the other party say this, Sanderston was speechless, and after a while he muttered in a low voice: "I just can't figure it out, is combat power really that important?

Leo's mind immediately conjured up Isa's slender figure, and the oath the girl made when she decided to become a warrior: "Leo, since you choose to become a mage, then I will be your strongest shield, always guarding your side." ”

"Fool, how can I let you protect it, I should be guarding you. This was Leo's mental response at the time, but he was afraid of ruining the girl's positivity, so he didn't say it.

And from beginning to end, whether the girl knows it or not, Leo has always fulfilled his promise, and at the same time, he also hopes that when they meet again, he can say this sentence without scruples.

Along the way, the two soon arrived at the main teaching building.

Since he had not yet reached Level 2 and could not choose a specialization, Sanders chose a course called "Elementary Alchemy Practical Method" as his course every Tuesday afternoon. Leo had to admit that his decision was very correct, alchemy, as an important branch of the magic system, has an extremely important position, and the practical method is the most important. Because both alchemy and the casting of spells themselves require a large amount of realization, and if you can't master the correct method of realization, then it will be difficult to reach the correct conclusion.

"Listen well and lend me your notes in the evening. Leo said.

"Don't worry, I'll remember everything word for word. Hearing that Leo had a rare time begging for himself, Sanders smiled and agreed without hesitation. The week before, he had copied Leo's basic course notes.

After parting, Leo went to the third floor alone and found a small classroom very smoothly.

Since there was still some time before the start of class, there were no students in the classroom at the moment, only a person who looked like a tutor, who was comfortably lying on his back in his chair, as if he was dozing off.

It was a man of fifty or sixty years of age, with half-length gray-white hair, neatly groomed. He wears a clean yellow magic robe, showing his status as an intermediate mage, and a crisp white shirt underneath. What surprised Leo the most was that the man was not only wearing elegant silver-rimmed glasses, but also wearing a delicate black bow tie, looking not like a teacher, but a gentleman who had come to the ball.

Leo had learned from Laurinda that the man was the mentor of the Ravington School of Magic, Bruniel, who had strong combat effectiveness, but in terms of academics, he didn't seem to have much to achieve.

Sensing that someone was coming in, Brunier opened his eyes and said, "Don't be restrained, just find a place to sit yourself." ”

"Yes, Professor. Leo replied respectfully, while continuing to look at the other party secretly. He really couldn't imagine that a man who looked so elegant and gentleman could actually kill nearly a hundred murderous and evil dark elves in a single battle.

At the same time, Brunier was also looking at Leo, because he found that the student who had come to study plastic energy specialization seemed to be too young. (To be continued......)