Lao Yao bit his pipe and glanced at her.

"This kind of thing...... It is clearly stipulated in the university regulations that members of the joint meeting of professors and the main person in charge of the college are not allowed to interfere with the personnel arrangements of student self-government organizations. The dean of the Nine Colleges replied solemnly, "So I am not allowed to express my opinion on this matter." ”

"Hypothetical ......"

"I'm not going to answer hypothetical questions. ”

"So what do you think ......?"

"There's a word called 'dark under the lights', in other words, I always ignore the students of Jiuyou Academy in one way or another. So it doesn't feel much. The professor refused to give the female soothsayer the slightest clue about divination.

Zhu Ling paused for a moment, changed her question, and persistently asked, "What about Alpha Academy? Which student of Alpha Academy do you prefer?"

"It doesn't matter if I like it. Professor Yao finally stopped and chose to end the conversation: "But as far as I know, the students of Alpha College prefer the little guy named Seprano...... Well, that's the end of the topic. It's time for you to report. ”

With that, he pushed open the small black door beside him and made a gesture of please.

Light burst into the eyes of the young hunters.

Behind the door, there is a spacious and bright hall. The hall was not high, and above it was a starlit void, and the floor was a shiny brass floor covered with delicate runes, and from time to time silver-white magic flashed between the runes.

Countless thick wax torches hung upside down in the void, shedding patches of orange light, enveloping the entire hall in the colors of the setting sun.

At the end of the hall sat several large beings, ranging in height from tens to hundreds of meters. They were dressed in wide wizard robes and sat in a casual position, with a soft rainbow of light all over their bodies, like small mountains. The sorcerers standing at the foot of these 'hills' could not see their faces clearly, even with their necks tilted.

Zhang Boren vaguely saw that there was a huge dinner plate in front of the great wizards who revealed their true bodies, and the whole sauce-flavored dragon and the king squid were on the plate. The great wizards tore off the dragon's legs casually, chewing slowly, and the blood everywhere was filled with the concept of power, which made the burly hunter subconsciously swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

In the center of the hall, there is a row of black stone platforms embedded with railings, which look like bank counters.

There are dozens of windows at the counter.

In front of each window, there is a long queue, neatly arranged and moving slowly.

Everyone in the party is a wizard, wearing black or gray wizard robes, and some wearing various colored peaked hats. No pets running around, no wizards talking loudly.

Except for the great wizards who ate snacks, the whole hall seemed orderly, quiet and silent.

"You are among the last hunters to report," the professor said, standing behind the young wizards, adding, "Most of the time, the divination team assigns tasks as an independent unit...... But this is war, and any hunting team will inevitably suffer. ”

"The divination team will keep an eye on the damaged hunting team at any time, and carry out an 'organic mismatch' of these damaged hunting teams to ensure that the integrity of the hunting team is maintained to the greatest extent. ”

"So you need to register your specialty, rank, and time to get the registration certificate here, so as to enrich the information of the divination group...... Now, let's line up and register according to the category you belong to. ”

With that, the professor's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Several young wizards looked at each other.

The dwarven Balin was the first to leave the hunting party and run towards the queue that was clearly made up of dwarves, giants, and gnomes.

......

......

In the depths of the Black Prison Castle, Professor Yao and several young hunters returning from the New World discuss the candidates for the new Reich and Augustus.

First University, Fort Alpha.

In the Cullen family's private lounge, Sir Friedman was also preparing an apparently 'mismatched' letterhead for this matter:

"There is such a kind of person, ordinary, ordinary, not dazzling at all. ”

"Not high, not low, neither fat nor thin, neither beautiful nor ugly, neither famous nor famous, like the gears on a machine, making people look dazzling, but inconspicuously drowning in a large number of the same kind. ”

This state is called mediocrity. ”

"A mediocre person must be a good-natured person. Because if you have a short temper, it's hard for you to be mediocre. Because your temper will make you pop up like an awl in a cloth bag. ”

"A mediocre person must also have a stable character. I like a quiet and stable life, I like a quiet life, regular and peaceful. The moth that will never learn to be paranoid casts its net at the light. ”

"Mediocre people always do things that are within the scope of their vision. They never look beyond the world of their own calculations. They always like to do something that is very sure of the consequences. Like me, always know what the consequences of my next move will be, like what happens when you see this letter. ”

According to this state, mediocre people will not have a lot of success in their lives, at most they will take the title of registered wizard step by step, and then get married in an ordinary way, live an ordinary life, and finally leave this world quietly. ”

"For many people, this kind of day is very beautiful and worth yearning for. ”

Again, for many people, this kind of life is a life of despair. ”

"People live for a lifetime, and time is really short. Even if you are a great wizard, your life is only three to five thousand years. For any kind of immortal species, this time is a bit shabby, for the vast universe, for the endless unknown, this time is simply impossible to compare with words. ”

"Unremarkable. ”

"Or rather, no one knows that you have ever been in this world except yourself. ”

"When your own consciousness is blurred, who will know that there was once a person in this world who had some brilliant ideas? When you turn into a pinch of loess, a crawler that gets in and out of your body, you can't touch the sparks that once flickered in your mind. ”

"I always shudder when I think about it. ”

"The family wants me to be able to take on the glory of the moon, but I myself understand that I am just a mediocre existence who likes stable, organized things. ”

"Glory does not belong to mediocrity. ”

"Therefore, the glory does not belong to me. ”

Friedman stood at his desk, one hand in his coat pocket and the other on the back of his chair, looking at a painting of sunflowers hanging on the wall, muttering a self-analysis that was almost completely inconsistent with his own, but which was dictated by his own.

There was a big problem with the whole letter.

But the message that the letter is trying to convey can be read even by a schoolboy.