The foreign self-financed students reluctantly left.

More than a month is so short, it feels like a winter camp, and then a full-fledged mage, as simple as a dream.

They know that their departure is not the end, on the contrary, it is only the beginning of their entanglement with the thread of fate of the physicists.

A lot of things are not controlled by them.

No matter how eager they are to go further, they also need the support of their own family.

On the other hand, Marino's self-financed students are clearly apprehensive.

Wren lightly put down a sentence: "Since the Duchy of Marino has adopted our physics school as the state religion, you can continue to study until you are promoted to a high-level mage." Oh. Government-funded students are not subject to this restriction. ”

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the public-funded students, even Marino's self-funded students broke out into enthusiastic cheers.

Sure enough, the treatment of your own people is different!

Those Marino were self-financed, and their faces were full of expressions of "I earned 50,000 gold coins".

Wren has no interest in correcting their delusions, and if he doesn't blow it or black, one of the five little ones has the qualifications of a high-level mage.

However, the 'land' of Tesla's School of Magic is so fertile, maybe it can really 'grow' better graduates?

Maybe it can't be done now, who knows if it will be able to pull these people when the academy is upgraded again in the future?

On the contrary, there are a few good seedlings on the side of the public-funded students, and their talent is certainly one grade lower than that of the five inner disciples. They work hard and stay up for a few years, but they may still be able to climb to the master level.

At that time, they will be the backbone of the academy.

Strength! Resource! Power! Benefit! When the advantages of many parties were combined, Wren was sure that he would be firmly tied to his own physical chariot made of the Void.

On the other side, Wren didn't guess wrong.

The news of the graduation of the first batch of self-financed students really grew wings and spread to all the major countries of mankind.

Almost as soon as they left the academy and informed their families of the news, the Pegasus Courier, who had been on standby in Marino City, quickly sent the news back.

Barbarossa XIII, who had long been accustomed to ups and downs, was having breakfast when he heard the news, and he had ordered that the news of the magic apprentice should be reported as soon as possible. When he heard the messenger's news, he didn't even notice that the bread in his hand was soaked in milk.

"What amazing news, that one adult has given all mankind a great gift!"

After hastily finishing breakfast, the emperor could not wait to convene a small court meeting and read the news.

The heads of the various knights, the ministers, and even the heads of the major churches attached to the Barbarossa Empire all showed incredible expressions.

"Training a full-fledged mage in a month? Can this really be done? One of the knights muttered, and when he noticed that everyone was looking at him, he looked embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I have no intention of questioning Your Excellency Tesla. I just thought it was incredible. ”

Or the palace minister came out to play a round: "Ahem! Please note that Archmage Tesla does not train ordinary people to become mages, but rather a group of apprentices with magical qualifications. This foundation is different in the first place. ”

"Oh! I see, this is to take the knight apprentice who has learned the basic pace and physical fitness quite well, and then teach him the swordsmanship skills of a certain school. "For a muscleman, it's not bad to have such an understanding.

"Barely understandable."

A middle-aged man dressed as a ranger touched his chin and asked the local bishop of the Church of Light instead: "Can a seedling with strong qualifications have a powerful divine power in an instant after obtaining divine enlightenment?" ”

Bishop Light was a little embarrassed, but he still replied directly: "Before the end of the Dharma era, there were indeed examples of the Holy Son being promoted from a commoner to a master overnight. However, I don't think Archmage Tesla uses a similar method. ”

In any case, no matter how much they discuss, it is just empty talk.

Two days later, when the self-funded man returned on a flying horse, the mystery was revealed.

This young man named Kaban was born in the Marquis of Aiwen's family, and in front of a group of bigwigs, he performed his magic in a martial arts arena that was originally dedicated to knights.

It stands to reason that the Fa Ye should be respected, and he should not act like an acting.

But who called this the land of knights?

Being able to make a shot in the martial arts arena is a great honor in itself.

Seeing the gesture of the ceremonial officer, Kaban felt a little numb, but he still tried to calm down, carefully recalled the [Law of Thermal Equilibrium], and then ...... He smiled.

He felt the same fire element he had felt in the academy.

Out of the academy, that perception was weakened by half, and he would not forget that touch.

For the sake of insurance, he still yelled: "In the name of [Joule], answer my call - fire elemental!" ”

The wind is moving!

The fire is moving!

Under the gaze of the big men of the empire, not only did the pillar-type torches on the martial arts arena fly out of flames, but also wisps of fire appeared out of thin air, converging above Kaba's right palm.

"This is the [Fireball Technique]! What if my fireball is bigger? ”

In the midst of everyone's dumbfounding, the fireball in Kaban's hand became as big as a millstone.

As if sensing that the flames were about to get out of control, Kaban didn't hesitate and pushed the fireball out.

"Huh-"

The huge fireball dragged a long tail flame and seemed to fly towards the grass target twenty paces away.

Who knows, off target.

A regimental commander sighed: "There is still a lack of training!" ”

"Nope! Wrong! Another regimental commander exclaimed.

Only then did everyone realize that Kaban was aiming not at a target twenty paces away, but at a distant target for the marksman fifty paces away.

"Boom!"

The flames are blazing!

Not only was the grass target blown to pieces, but there was a long cone-shaped area behind it that fell into the flames. The line of fire extended four or five meters before stopping, and in the cone-shaped area, there was no combustible, and the flames were still burning for half a minute before slowly extinguishing.

"This is your Fireball Technique?" The emperor was shocked.

Kaban turned to the emperor and bowed deeply: "Yes! I'm not good at it. I didn't get to experience the true meaning of the course taught by Mr. Downs Quixote. Therefore, I hereby beg Your Majesty and my father to grant me tuition for further study. ”

"I see your performance. Please wait for two days, and I will discuss it carefully with all the important ministers. ”

This [Fireball Technique] is indeed a little bigger.

It's all to the point of shocking the big guys' three views.

If it was a traditional ordinary fireball technique, they would at most think it was worth the money.

What now?

Value!

(End of chapter)