The college likes to say that it is an elite institution with excellent faculty, but in fact, the main reason why the college can achieve such a high status is the library. Through alumni donations, generous budget allocations from several former presidents, the oddities of local criminal law, and sheer historical chance, the college has built an unparalleled library.

You can find anything you want, regardless of whether the subject matter is magical or not – for example, there's an entire area reserved for erotic novels. The library was so large that it actually extended into a tunnel beneath the city. Many of the lower ranks were only accessible to guild mages, and it was only now that Zorian was allowed to browse the contents.

The library is still open on weekends,

Be pleasantly surprised by the number of spells and training manuals available to beginner mages. There were more books and spells than he could master in his lifetime.

Most of the spells were either highly situational or small variations from one another, and he didn't feel the need to be obsessed with learning all the spells, reckoning that this place would keep him busy all year round. Ha, that's good, although a lot of the books look simple and harmless.

As he was trying to find the rain barrier that the college had incorporated into his ward program, he realized that he hadn't eaten breakfast, was already very hungry, and it was past noon. In desperation, he looked up a few books in a safe room and studied them carefully, and then went to buy something to eat.

The college has a pretty good cafeteria for students to use – the food they serve is cheap but tasty. Still, this is an option for the poor, with most wealthy children eating at one of the many restaurants near the college.

When Zorian walked into the cafeteria, he was a little shocked to find that the changes in the academy were not only in appearance, but also in the cafeteria, and all the tables and chairs were brand new. So...... Clean and felt weird.

Shaking his head, he quickly filled the tray with a few plates, casually noticing that the chefs were good for meat and dishes, and then began to look for familiar faces among the dining students.

"Zorian! This way! ”

How lucky. Zorian immediately walked over to the fat boy and motioned for him to come over. Over the years, Zorian learned that his energetic classmate was firmly integrated into the college's gossip network and knew almost everything and everyone. If anyone knew what was going on, it had to be Beni.

"Hello, Bey," Zorian said. "I'm surprised to see you in Theoria so soon. Don't you usually come by the last train? ”

"That's what I should ask you!" Beni half-shouted. Zorian never understood why the boy was always so loud. "I came so early, but you came!"

"Ben, you came back two days before class started," Zorian said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Only Benisek would consider a few days in advance a great feat worth mentioning. "That's not early. And I only came back yesterday. ”

"Me too," Benisek said. "Damn. If you contact me, we can arrange a trip together or something. You've been here all day by yourself, you must be bored. ”

"Almost," Zorian agreed, smiling politely.

"Are you excited, then?" Benisek asked abruptly changing the subject.

"About what?" Zorian asked. Interestingly, didn't El ask him the same question?

"A new year has begun! Now that we're in third grade, the real fun begins. ”

He is one of those who doesn't care much about his success in the arcane arts. He already had a secure position in the family business, and he came here only to gain the prestige of becoming a licensed mage. Zorian had expected him to drop out of school as soon as he was certified, but as excited as Zorian was, he finally began to delve into the true mysteries of magic.

"Oh this. Of course I'm excited. ”

"What are you talking about?" Beni asked, looking at him quizzically. "Girls, man, I'm talking about girls. Younger students love older students like us! A new batch of first-year students will be all over us. ”

"Anyway," said Zorrian, quickly recovering, "because I know you're always gossiping—"

"Let me know for myself what is going on," Beni chimed in, his voice sneering didactic.

"Right. What's going on in the academy that is suddenly shiny and tidy? ”

"Don't you know? Gosh, people have been talking about this for months! What rock do you live underneath it, Zorian? ”

"Xilin is a deserted village...... You know very well," Zorian said.

"It's a summer festival," Benisek said. "It's not just the academy, it's the whole city that's gearing up for this."

"But every year there's a summer festival," Zorian said confusedly.

"yes, but this year is special."

"Special?" Zorian asked. "How?"

"I don't know, some astrological nonsense," Beni grumbled, waving his hand contemptuously. "Why does it matter? It's an excuse to host a bigger party than usual. ”

Zolian suddenly thought of something, frowned and said. "Wait, do you mean planetary alignment?"

"Yes, that's it," Beni agreed. "What the hell is that?"

"Do you have hours to listen?"

"On second thought, I don't want to know," Beni quickly retracted, smiling nervously.

Zorian snorted. So it's easy to get scared. The truth is, Zo

ia

Not much is known about planar arrangements, and it probably won't take more than 30 seconds to talk about them. This is a rather obscure topic. Zorian strongly suspects that Beni is right, and that this is only being used as an excuse for the greatness of hosting a larger party.

"And what did you do during the summer vacation?" Beni asked.

Zorian said. "Ben, you sound like my elementary school language teacher." Now, kids, you're going to write a short essay essay about what you did during the summer vacation, haha"

"I'm just acting as polite," Beni defended. "There's no need to lose your temper with me, you've wasted your summer again."

"Oh, did you spend it productively?" Zorian challenged.

"Well, not voluntarily," Beni admits embarrassedly. "My father told me to learn a family trade, so I worked as his assistant all summer."

"Oh."

"yes," Beni agreed, smacking his tongue. "He also made me choose real estate management as one of my electives. I've heard that this class is also very difficult. ”

"Hmm." Can't say that my summer was particularly stressful. I spent most of my time reading novels and avoiding my family. Zorian admitted. This year, my mom tried to dump my sister at me, but I managed to convince her to give up. ”

"Sympathize with you," Beni said, trembling. "I have two younger sisters, and if they come to live with me, I think I'll die. Both of them are a complete nightmare! Anyway, what classes did you take? ”

"Engineering, Mineral Alchemy, and Higher Mathematics."

"Huh!?" Beni's face turned pale. "Dude, you're really serious, aren't you? I'm guessing you're trying to get a place in one of the spell crucibles, right? ”

"Yes," Zorian said.

"Why?" Unbelievable. "Design Magic Items...... It's a tough, demanding job. Surely your parents will be able to find a place for you in their business? ”

Forced smile. Yes, there is no doubt that his parents have arranged it for him.

"I'd rather starve on the streets," Zorian told him honestly.

Beni raised an eyebrow at him, but then just shook his head sadly. "You're crazy. Ha, who do you choose as your mentor? ”

"I don't have a choice," Zorian scoffed. "When it was my turn to do so, there was only one left. I'm under the guidance of Xvim. ”

Beni actually dropped the spoon and looked at him in shock. “Xvim！？ But that guy is a nightmare! ”

"I know," Zorian said, with a long sigh.

"Oh my God, if I get assigned to that bastard, I'm probably going to transfer," Beni said. "You're much braver than I am."

"And who did you choose?" Zorian asked curiously.

"Ope," Benisek said, his face immediately brightening.

"Did you choose your mentor based on your appearance?" Zorian pleaded.

"Well, it's not just based on appearances," Beni argued. "They say she's forgiving......"

"You don't want to do any extra work," Zorian speculated.

"This whole thing was like a vacation for me," Beni admits embarrassedly. "I can postpone work for two years while having some fun. You only have one youth, you know? ”

Zorian shrugged. Personally, he found learning magic and gathering general knowledge interesting in itself, and he was different from the others.

"I think," Zorian said noncommittally. "So is there anything else that everyone knows that I should be familiar with?"

He spent another hour talking to Beni and talking about a variety of topics. It was very interesting to hear which students will be joining this year and who will not. Zorian originally thought that the certification exam was a bit easy, but apparently he was wrong, because about a quarter of his classmates could not pass. Most of the students who fail are from civilian backgrounds, but that's nothing special - mage-born students have the support of their parents when they study magic, and they also have a reputation worth living up to.

He was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was one bastard who wouldn't be joining them this year – apparently, Nova lost his temper at a disciplinary hearing and was expelled from the academy as a result. He won't be missed. Honestly, the boy was a threat, and it was a shame that they didn't expel him sooner.

He left when he began to discuss the pros and cons of the various girls in his class, not wanting to be involved in such a discussion, and went back to his room to read.

Before he could open his first book, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Few people were willing to track him to his room, so he actually knew who it was before he opened the door.

"Hi Roach!"

Zorian stared at the grinning girl in front of him, thinking about whether to be angry with the nickname, and drove her in. Before, when he was still secretly in love with her, this nickname was a bit distressing...... It's just a little annoying now.

Tevin immediately ran in and jumped on the bed like a child. Really, what did he like about her? Next to him there is a beautiful older girl who is very nice to him and likes to wear clothes that fit well.

"I thought you graduated,"

"Yes." She replied, flipping through a spell book he had borrowed from the library on her lap. Seeing that she had taken over his bed, he sat down in a chair at his desk. "There are always too many young mages, but not enough masters are willing to bring them under their command. I'm in NI

Thak works as a class assistant. Hey, if you're in non-magical battles, you'll see me all the time! ”

"yes, that's right," Zorian snorted. “Ni

Thak blacklisted me ahead of time, just in case I had any ideas. ”

"Really!?"

"Yes. In any case, I would not sign up for such a course," Zorian said. Look at Thaivan, sweating profusely and puffy in the tight clothes she always wears every time she trains.

"It's a pity," she said, seemingly preoccupied with his book. "You really should build some muscles these days. Girls are all athletic boys. ”

"I'm not here," Zorien snapped.

Her voice began to sound like his mother's. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, calm down, it's just a thought," she said with a dramatic sigh. "The boys and their fragile little self-esteem."

"Thaiwen, I like you, but you're really walking on thin ice here," Zorian warned.

"I'm here to ask if you'd like to go to work tomorrow with me and a few others," she said, tossing the book aside and finally getting to the point of the interview.

"A job?" Zorian asked, confused.

"Yes. Well, more of a mission. Do you know those job postings that people put up on the big boards in the administration building? ”

Zorian nodded. Whenever the mage in the city wanted to do something cheap, he would post a "job offer" there for interested students. The price paid is usually terrible, but students have to earn "points" for doing these things, so everyone has to do it many times. Most people don't start doing this until fourth grade unless they really need money, and Zorian fully intends to follow that tradition.

"There's a pretty good one," Thaivin said. "It's really just a simple discovery and retrieval in a tunnel beneath the city—"

"Sewers!?" Zorian asked incredulously, interrupting her. "Do you want me to run down the sewers?"

"What a good experience!" Thaiwen protested.

"No," Zorian said, crossing his arms. "Never."

"Oh, come on, Roach, I beg you!" Tevin wailed. "We can't apply until we find the fourth member of the team! Would making such a small sacrifice for your old friend kill you? ”

"Quite possibly!" Zorian said.

"You have three other people to protect you!" She assured. "We've been there hundreds of times, and there's never been anything really dangerous there—the rumors are mostly exaggerated."

Zorian snorted and looked away. Even if they did keep him safe, it would still be a long journey to get through the stinking tunnel with three people he didn't really know.

And, if she stopped calling him "cockroach", he might be more willing to help.

"Okay, how about a bet?" She tried.

"No," Zorian immediately refused.

She shouted. "You didn't even listen to me!"

"You want to fight," Zorian said. "You always want to fight."

"So?" She pursed her lips. "Are you timid? Do you admit that you will lose to a girl? ”

"Of course," Zorian said with a blank face.

Thaiwen's parents were martial artists, and they taught her how to fight from the time she could walk. In hand-to-hand combat, Zorian couldn't hold out for even five seconds.

Tevin waved her hands in the air in frustration and then immediately collapsed on the bed, for a moment, she was accepting defeat? Then she sat up and sat cross-legged. The smile on her face gave Zorian a bad feeling.

"So," she said happily. "How are you doing?"

Zorian sighed. That's not how he plans to spend the weekend.

-

。。。。。。 Two.......

Two days later, Zorian settled into his new room, and it was Monday morning. Waking up early was nothing short of torture, but he did it. He has many shortcomings, but the lack of self-discipline is not one of them.

After three hours of arguing, he finally got rid of Thai, although he was not in the mood to do anything after that and postponed reading for a day after her visit. As a result, he spent the whole weekend hanging out.

The first lesson of the day was Basic Calling. Most of the other classes on his schedule have a clear theme of study, as you can tell from the topic name, but "prayer" is a generic term. When someone says "magic", most people think of it as a supplication – some mysterious words, strange gestures, and poofs!

When I was about to arrive at the classroom, I saw a familiar person with a clipboard in his hand. At least, it's a familiar sight. Akoja has been the class representative of his group since her first year, and she takes her position very seriously. She gave him a stern look when she noticed him, and Zorian wondered what he was doing now to annoy her.

"You're late," she said.

Zorian raised an eyebrow. "There's at least 10 minutes left before class starts. How could I be late? ”

"Students should arrive in the classroom 15 minutes before class and be ready for class," she said.

Zorian rolled his eyes. Even for Akoja, this is ridiculous. "Am I the last one to arrive?"

"No," she admitted after a brief silence.

Zorian walked past her and into the classroom.

You can always tell when you walk into a mage's gathering – their appearance and fashion sense unmistakably reveal them, especially in Kooria, where mages from all over the world send their children. Many of his classmates come from mature magical families, and many of the children produced by the mage lineage have distinct characteristics, either because of the genetic lineage of their parents or because they have undergone secret enhancement rituals...... Such as having green hair, or always giving birth to soul-connected twins, or having tattoo-like markings on their cheeks and foreheads.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he walked to the front of the room and politely greeted the few classmates who were slightly more familiar than the others. No one really tried to talk to him – and although there wasn't anything at odds with anyone in his class, he wasn't particularly close to any of them either.

He was about to sit down when a frantic hissing interrupted him. He glanced to the left and watched as his classmate whispered softly to the orange-red lizard on his lap. The animal stared intently at him with bright yellow eyes, nervously tasting the air with its tongue, but it did not hiss again as Zorian carefully sat down in his chair.

"I'm sorry," the boy said. "He's still a little uneasy about strangers."

"Don't worry," Zorian said, waving his hand to apologize. He didn't know much about Brian, but he knew that his family raised fire dragons for a living, so it wasn't unusual for him to keep one. "I saw that your family gave you a fire dragon of your own?"

Brian nodded happily and absentmindedly scratched the lizard's head, causing the lizard to close its eyes in satisfaction. "I developed a strong bond with him during the summer," he said. "At first, the familiar relationship was a little strange, but I think I've got the hang of it. At least I managed to convince him not to breathe fire into people, or I'd have to put a fire collar on him, and he hated it. ”

"Does the school agree with you bringing it to class?" Zorian asked curiously.

"He," Brim corrected. "No, they'll agree." If you've backed up your pets to the academy and can get them to follow the rules, you can bring them to class. As long as they are the right size, of course. ”

"I've heard that dragons can get quite big," Zorian speculated.

"And they did," Brim agreed. "That's why I've not been allowed to have one until now. After a few years, he would be too big to follow me into the classroom, but by that time I had finished my school and was back on the ranch. ”

Satisfied that the creature wouldn't bite him in class, Zorian turned his attention elsewhere.

He spends most of his time hiding from the girls as much as possible. He blames Beni for this, as he is not usually in the habit of flattering his classmates. No matter how cute some of them are......

"It's hot, isn't it?"

Zorian was startled when he heard the voice behind him, and cursed that he was so caught off guard.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said quickly, turning to face Zach as calmly as he could.

"Don't be so flustered," Zach told him happily. "I think every boy in the class dreams of our resident red-haired goddess once in a while."

Zorian snorted. In fact, he wasn't looking at Renee at all, but at the girl she was talking to. He wasn't trying to correct Zach on that. Or something else, really—Zorian has mixed feelings for Zach. On the one hand, the brunette boy is charming, confident, handsome, and popular – which makes him uncomfortably reminded of his brothers – but on the other hand, he is never mean or considerate towards Zorian, with whom he often chats when everyone is present. Others were happy to ignore him.

In addition, Zorian never discussed his taste in women with other boys. The rumor mill in the academy is full of rumors about who likes whom, and Zorian knows all too well that even relatively innocuous rumors can make your life miserable for years to come.

"Judging by the tone of your longing, I guess she's still immune to your charms," Zorian said, trying to divert the focus of the conversation away from him.

"She's cunning," Zach agreed. "But I have all the time in the world."

Zorian raised an eyebrow at this, not knowing what the other boy was hinting at. All the time in the world?

The door opened loudly, and when the teacher walked into the classroom,

Ilsa walked into the classroom with the huge green book that all the teachers had carried, surprised, even though he really shouldn't have done it - he already knew that Ilsa was a teacher at the academy, so there was nothing unusual about her teaching this class.

She smiled at him, then placed the book on the table and clapped her hands to silence those who were too focused on chatting.

"Hello everyone, the class has begun." Ilsa said as she took over the list of students.

"Students, welcome to the first class of the new school year. I'm Ilsa Zileti and I'm going to be your teacher for this class. You are now in your third grade, which means you have been certified and joined us...... Outstanding community of magicians. You have proven yourself to be smart, driven, and capable of bending mana—the lifeblood of magic—to your will. But your journey has only just begun. As all of you have noticed, and as many of you have complained, you have only learned a handful of spells so far, and all of them are just tricks. You'll be glad to know that this injustice is now over. ”

The students erupted in cheers, and Ilsa allowed them to go crazy for a second before motioning for them to remain silent again. She does have a talent for drama.

"But what exactly is a spell?" She asked. "Can anyone tell me?"

"Oh, that's great," Zorian muttered. "Review Conference."

The classroom erupts into hesitant grunts until Ilsa points to a particular girl who repeats the answer to "structured magic".

"In fact, spells are structured magic. To cast a spell is to invoke a specific mana construct. By its very nature, the functionality of such a structure is limited. That's why structured spells are also known as "bounded spells." The shaping exercises you've been doing for the past two years—what you all think of as useless drudgery—are unorganized magic. Theoretically, unstructured magic can do anything. Calling is just a tool to make your life easier. Some would say, crutches. Casting bounded spells is sacrificing flexibility and imposing mana into rigid structures that can only be modified slightly. So why does everyone prefer to pray? ”

She waited for a moment before continuing. "In an ideal world, you'd learn how to cast all your magic in an unstructured way, doing what you want. But it's not an ideal world. Unstructured magic is slow and difficult to learn, and time is precious. In addition, the call is sufficient for most purposes. They can do amazing things. ”

She pulled a pen out of her pocket, placed it on the table, and cast the Zorian "Torch" spell. The pen glows softly and illuminates the room. Well, at least now he knew why the curtains in the classroom were drawn—it was hard to effectively demonstrate light spells in broad daylight. The spell wasn't new to Zorian, though, as they learned it last year.

"The 'Torch' summon is one of the simplest spells, and you should already know it by now. It's equivalent to the glow shaping gong that you should know by now. ”

Ilsa then proceeds to explain the relative advantages and disadvantages of the "torch" spell compared to the sculpting exercise, and how it relates to structured and unstructured magic in general. For the most part, Zorian already knew everything from books and lectures. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Akoja and the others writing everything frantically, even though it was only a memory, and he didn't know whether to be moved by their devotion or disgusted by their single-mindedness. He did, however, notice that some students had copied entire lectures while listening to them.

Zorian personally prefers to write notes on his own, but he can see how useful such a spell can be, so he quickly jotted down a reminder to find the spell they used to do it.

Then Ilsa began to discuss dispersal – a complex and important topic. There is no one-size-fits-all solution to effectively dispel structured spells, and without knowing how to dispel your own spells, attempting structured magic can have disastrous consequences.

In the process, the teacher uses examples to add to her explanation and casts some kind of summoning spell that causes several piles of ceramic bowls to pop up on her desk. She asks Akoja to hand out the bowls to everyone, and then asks them to use the "levitating object" spell to make the bowl hover over the table. Compared to floating the little girl's bike out of the river, it was a breeze.

"I see that you all managed to levitate the bowl," Ilsa said. "Very good. Now I want you to cast a lights-out spell on it. ”

Zorian raised an eyebrow. For what purpose?

"Go ahead," Ilsa urged. "Have you forgotten how to do it?"

Zorian made a few quick gestures, chanting a phrase in a low voice as he focused on the bowl. The object shook for a second before eventually falling from the air.

"As you can see, the 'Levitating Object' spell can be dispelled by the 'Silencer' spell. This is an interesting development, don't you agree? What does a spell designed to destroy a magical light source have to do with a hovering object? My young students, the truth is that the "de-illuminator" is just a special form of the universal destruction spell that destroys the structure of the spell to make it disappear. Although it was not designed with 'levitating objects' in mind, it can still affect it if you give it enough power. ”

"Then why don't you tell us to dispel it normally?" A girl asked.

"That's a topic for another time." Ilsa said without hesitation. "Now, I want you to notice that when you lift the spell on the bowl, it will fall like a stone, and if it is not enhanced by magic, it will most likely shatter when it hits the table. This is a major problem inherent in all interference spells. Interference spells are the simplest form of dispel, and almost every spell can be disrupted if you inject enough power into them, especially for high-tier spells, which almost always have an explosive reaction to destruction due to the large amount of mana required to cast them. Not to mention that 'enough power' can far exceed what any mage can provide.

Zorian was a little surprised by Ilsa's sudden request, but did as she was told. He always felt that tearing paper had a cathartic effect, so he filled the bowl with a little more paper and waited for further instructions.

"I want everyone to cast a 'ignite' spell on paper and immediately use a matter on the resulting flame to dispel it," Ilsa said.

Zorian sighed. This time he understood what she was doing, and knew that the lamp extinguisher wouldn't disperse the flames, but he did as she was told. The flame did not even flicker, and when the fuel ran out, the fire extinguished itself.

"I see that you can all cast the Ignite Spell perfectly," Ilsa said. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised – it's easy to heat things up with magic. But none of you managed to disperse the flames. Why?

Zorian snorted, and several students guessed the answer. "Guess" is the key word because they seem to be giving random answers, hoping to get something sticky. Usually he never takes the initiative to do anything in class – but he's tired of guessing games, and Ilsa seems reluctant to provide the answers herself until someone figures it out.

"Because there is nothing to disperse," he shouted. "It's just an ordinary fire, started by magic, but not fueled by magic."

"Correct," Ilsa said. "This is another weakness of the interfering spell. They destroy mana constructions, but any basic non-magical effects caused by the spell are not affected. Let's get back to the question at hand......"

Two hours later, the students walked out of the classroom, actually feeling a little disappointed. He learned very little in the lecture, and Ilsa said she would spend a whole month perfecting their previous basics.

And then move on to something more advanced. Then she gave them an article on the subject of dispersal. Boring course, because Zorian has a good grasp of the basics.

The remaining four courses of the day are introductory, outlining what material will be covered in each course as well as other such details. Basic alchemy and magic item manipulation look promising, but the other two classes have a similar content as they have in the past two years. Zorian didn't understand why the academy was deliberately annoying everyone by continuing to study the history of magic and the laws of magic in its third year? This was especially true because their history teacher, an old man, was very enthusiastic about his subject and gave them the task of reading a 200-page history book by the weekend.

In Zorian's opinion, this is a bad start to a new week.

。。。。。 Three......

The second day begins with combat magic, and the class is in the training hall. Their teacher is a former battle mage named Karen. Zorian only glanced at him and realized that this was no ordinary class.

The man standing in front of them was of average height, but he looked like a stone carving, bald, grim-complexion, and very, very well developed muscles. His nose is rather prominent, his upper body is bare, and he proudly shows off his rather developed pectoral muscles. He held a combat staff in one hand and the ever-present green textbook in the other.

"Combat magic is not a category of spells per se," Kai said in a loud, commanding voice, more like a general speaking to a recruit,

。 This is probably the quietest class Zorian has ever attended-

"It's more like a way to cast magic. To use spells in battle, you must cast them quickly and overcome your opponent's defenses. This means that they inevitably require a lot of power, and you can shape spells in an instant......" He slammed his cane on the floor in emphasis, his words echoing throughout the training hall.

The man somehow enhanced his voice with magic. "Chanting spells takes a few seconds, if not longer, and most opponents will kill you before you can finish it. Especially today, after the division war, every fool has a gun and knows how to quickly fight the mage. ”

Chiron waved his hand in the air, and the air behind him shimmered, revealing a transparent Minotaur apparition above him. The creature looked angry, but it was clearly a hallucination.

"Many of the combat spells used by ancient mages relied on a sense of reverence for magic, and nowadays, every elementary school child knows not to be scared away by illusions, let alone professional soldiers or criminals. Most of the spells and tactics you find in the library are hopelessly outdated. ”

Karen paused, touching her chin thoughtfully. "And it's hard to focus on casting spells when someone actively tries to kill you," he said casually. He shook his head. "Because of all this, no one casts battle spells as classic spells anymore. Instead, people use spell formulas, like the ones printed on my staff, to cast specific spells faster and easier. Because it takes years to teach you how to use classic spells effectively in combat. If you're really curious, you can always browse the library to find the right slogans and gestures and practice them yourself. ”

He then handed each of them a magic missile and told them to practice firing spells at the clay dolls at the other end of the training hall until they ran out of mana.

While waiting for the girl in front of him to run out of magic, Zorian studied the magic wand in his hand. It's a perfectly straight piece of wood, which fits perfectly in Zorian's hands,

When it was finally his turn, he found it a breeze to cast spells with the help of spell formulas. He didn't even need to think about it, he just pointed his wand in the desired direction and channeled mana through it - the spell formula in the wand did almost everything on its own. The real problem was that "Magic Missile" required more mana than any other spell Zorian had ever encountered, and he had depleted his mana reserves in just eight shots.

Zorian's mana was depleted, a little disappointed with the rate at which he was being consumed, and he lazily watched Zach fire magic missiles again and again. Zorian couldn't help but feel a little envious of the boy - the amount of mana Zach needed to use now was already three or four times more than his maximum mana.

"Well, I'll get you out of class, even though the class isn't officially over yet," Karen said. "You're all running out of mana, except for Mr. Novida, and combat magic is meant to be practiced. As a parting word, I must caution you to use your newfound combat magic with restraint and responsibly. Otherwise, I'll hunt you down myself. ”

If the other professors had said that, Zorian would have laughed, but Karen might just be crazy to do it.

Then there's the time for the Spell Formula course, which is a branch of magic that builds the focus aids they use in the Battle Magic course. Their teacher was a young woman with gravity-defying orange hair that stood upright like the flame of a candle,

Zorian actually loves spell formulas, her "recommended reading" includes 12 different books, and she immediately announced that she will be organizing weekly bonus lectures for those interested in learning more. She then gave them a "short test" (with 60 questions) to check how much they remember from the past two years.

Time to relax.

-。。。。。 Four.....

Zorian knocked on the door in front of him, nervous. The first week of school was fairly peaceful, and now it's Friday, and it's time to meet his mentor.

"Come in," a voice came from the room, and Zorian swore he could already feel the impatience in his voice, like the man had thought Zorian was wasting his time before he saw him. He opens the door and comes face to face with the infamous Hell Mentor, Xvim Cho.

"Zorian? Please be seated," Xvim ordered, and as soon as Zorian sat down, he nearly caught the pen the man threw at him.

"Let me see your basic three triads," his mentor ordered, referring to the shaping exercises they taught in their second year.

He'd heard about the part. No one has mastered these three basics enough to impress Xvim. Sure enough, as soon as Zorian was levitating the pen, he was interrupted.

"Slow down," Xvim said. "You need a full second of concentration to get into the right frame of mind. You have to be faster. Do it all over again. ”

Do it all over again. Do it all over again. Do it all over again. He said this over and over again until Zorian realized that it had been a full hour since he did so. He completely lost track of time and tried to focus on the practice instead of becoming more and more eager to shove the pen into Xvim's eye socket.

"Do it all over again."

Before Xvim could finish speaking, the pen immediately rose into the air. Really, how could his cultivation speed be faster than this?

When a marble hit his forehead, he lost his focus and disrupted his concentration.

"You're losing focus," Xvim admonished.

"You threw a marble at me!" Can't quite accept that Xvim really did such a childish thing. "What do you think is going to happen!?"

"Anyway, I hope you can continue to focus on the practice," Xvim says. "If you really master the exercises, then the slightest distraction won't get in your way. Regrettably, I seem to have been proven right once again: the inadequacy of the current academy curriculum is hindering the growth of another promising student. It seems that we must start with the basics of mana shaping. We'll go through the basic three things one by one until you're able to complete them perfectly. ”

"Professor, I mastered this a year ago," Zorian protested. He didn't waste his time on three basic things. He's already spent too much time refining his ideas.

"You didn't," Xvim said, sounding like he was because of Zo

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Feeling offended by making such a suggestion. "Practice is not the same as mastering it. Also, doing so will teach you patience and how to control your temper, which is obviously a problem you're in. These are all skills that a mage must have. ”

Zorian's lips pursed into a thin line. Zorian was sure that the man had deliberately annoyed him. Obviously, the rumors are true, and these meetings will be a huge frustration exercise.

"Let's start with the levitation exercise," Xvim said, not noticing Zo

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of contemplation. "Do it all over again."

He's starting to hate those two words.