Chapter 063 Civilian Academy 3
Ankang Town, Lord's Hall.
"This child's magic resistance is too high. She's too sensitive to other people's magic." Lin Muqiu handed the magic stone to the little girl. "Practice with it every day. Once your magic power improves, you'll be fine."
Cesare was a little anxious, "Sir, how long will it take?"
When he found out that his child's magical aptitude was not good, he was surprised and sad, but he had to accept this fact.
Lin Muqiu frowned, "This isn't something that can be accomplished overnight. We have to take it slow."
Cesare lowered his head helplessly, looking lonely.
On the one hand, he blamed himself for his previous dereliction of duty, and on the other hand, he shook his head helplessly and chuckled, thinking that he was really crazy. The imperial capital couldn't cure it, but he actually expected Lin Muqiu to have a way!
"It'll take at least a week."
Cesare:?
The attendants standing guard nearby took a deep breath.
Is this lord so domineering? Just one week...at least?
You know, countless highly skilled people have failed to solve this problem.
Cesare was also incredulous. "Are there any other preparations needed?"
"No need," Lin Muqiu replied calmly, "We'll just have to wait until the magic comes up."
After saying that, she asked suspiciously, "Doesn't the emperor teach these things?"
Cesare: "..."
Seeing the other party petrified, Lin Muqiu didn't ask any more questions, "A total of three silver coins."
Cesare reacted quickly and took out the money, respectfully offering it with both hands. "Thank you, sir."
His guards and servants were filled with sympathy. As a noble, how could their master be so humble?
He really loves his son.
But it is indeed worthy of Lord Lin Muqiu.
Cesare lowered his head and spoke softly to his daughter, whose eyes were reddening, "It's okay. Even if you can't become a mage, your father will still support you for the rest of your life."
At first, he thought his daughter's magic power was high because her other talents were too low. He thought, since he had extremely high talents in all aspects, it would be impossible for him to give birth to a daughter with poor talents, right?
But facing reality, he had to believe it.
“No,” the daughter protested, “I want to be a professional, too.”
Cesare shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Having low qualifications is equivalent to a death sentence, so why should I let my daughter suffer this?
Lin Muqiu looked up and suddenly said, "Having good magic resistance makes him perfect for being an assassin, right? He can ignore other people's magic and skills and sneak in."
Cesare shook his head and said nothing.
It’s not that he hasn’t thought about this path, but his daughter’s assassin talent and physical condition are poor, so how can he feel at ease?
For the first time, his daughter looked at him stubbornly, her pale face showing an unprecedented determination. "Father, you can't sentence my career to death just because I'm not talented enough. Besides... my mother was an assassin before she died, so there's nothing wrong with that."
When his daughter brought up the most hidden pain in his heart, Cesare subconsciously changed the subject, "Let's talk about it later."
He hurriedly said to Lin Muqiu, "I want to apply for the position of professor."
"Oh, that's not my responsibility," Lin Muqiu said. "The dean of the academy is Ke De Luo. You can apply to him."
Cesare looked as if he had swallowed a fly. "Him, the Dean?"
Seeing Lin Muqiu nod, he thanked him and turned away.
He could accept that he was inferior to Lin Muqiu, but he would never accept that he was inferior to his former classmate Kede Luo!
As soon as he turned around, he unexpectedly ran into Kedeluo.
Kedero adjusted his new gold-rimmed glasses and smiled, "I heard you're here to apply for the professorship?"
Cesare hummed briefly, his expression not looking very good.
The daughter realized he was the principal, so she rushed over to ask for help: "Hello, Dean, I want to enroll in school!"
Cesare was furious and pulled his daughter to his side. "He has average talent, there's nothing much he can teach you!"
Kedero was stunned for a moment before he understood what the other party meant. Instead of getting angry, he laughed. "Ten years have passed, and you still think I cheated to get here? How funny! On the one hand, you ridicule me for coming from a small town, and on the other hand, you say I used connections. Don't you think there's something wrong with the logic? Since I'm so poor, how can I have the spare money to use connections!"
Cesare retorted, "Alright, even if that's a rumor, your talent... your talent is definitely not good. How could you always be in the top 20 in your grade in swordsmanship?"
Speaking of poor qualifications, he looked at his daughter cautiously again, fearing that he might hurt her.
Then I changed my mind and decided to face the reality immediately, so I gritted my teeth and said it.
Kede Luo smiled, "Really amazing! The academy used this to make a fuss and didn't want me to graduate. What? The students of the Imperial Capital Academy lost the sword battle themselves, but they don't dare to admit it? You know, the equipment you used in every competition is much, much better than mine!"
This straightforward display of hostility made Cesare sigh slightly.
He understood what Kedero meant. For every final exam, the Imperial Capital Academy would ask students to bring their own equipment to the competition, using the excuses that "the equipment obtained is also part of personal opportunity" and "when you face the enemy outside the exam hall, who will care whether your equipment is bad or not."
Sounds fair, right? But the problem is that it hides the fact that educational resources are unequal. For example, how could Kedeluo, who came from a small place, possibly get good equipment?
As a result, most of the graduates each year are nobles, and the trend of comparing weapons is becoming more and more serious.
Knowing this, he deliberately came up with the idea of free donations at this year's auction, with the implicit intention of helping Lin Muqiu.
Even though it's just a drop in the bucket.
Cesare thought about this and softened his tone. "It's because you had nothing that your achievement is so surprising."
Lin Muqiu sat between the two of them, looked at Cesare, then looked at Kedro, raised an eyebrow, and said, "If you ask me, how about you two have a fight?"
Cesare: "..."
Kedero: “…”
After a moment, Cesare shook his head. "Swords have no eyes. My sword will not fall on the shoulders of my colleagues."
Lin Muqiu suddenly stood up, his tone unable to conceal his excitement, "Then let's go to the data simulation training room to practice! We can simulate fighting!"
Cesare was stunned.
What is that?
*
As soon as he entered a palace in the Civilian Academy, Lin Muqiu closed the door.
The action was so swift that Cesare even suspected they were trying to assassinate him.
However, it can be seen that Lin Muqiu has put a lot of thought into it. There are many different enclosed rooms in the palace, with numbers densely written on them. There is no end to them at a glance. As far as Cesare can see, he can see more than 200 training rooms.
Cesare frowned and said righteously, "There's no need to build a special house for training. You can train in an open space. You're wasting money..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Muqiu push open the door. His eyes slowly widened, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
There was a light screen in the room, which was covered with small fluorescent green characters. The data symbols flashed rapidly, and it looked very mysterious in the dark room.
"Come, sit down." Lin Muqiu forced Cesare to sit on the chair.
As soon as I sat down, the data on the screen linked together to form small words:
Welcome to the Data Simulation Training Camp. This system will collect data from your system and memory for use in battles and learning. You can choose to exit at any time. This room will ensure the security of your information.
Training room functions: {Simulation training} {Player vs. Player} {E-book} {To be developed}
Confirm to enter: (click to enter)
Exit: ×]
Cesare's expression slowly solidified into one of disbelief and shock.
Everyone has a system, but the problem is that Lin Muqiu can always come up with new tricks based on things they are familiar with.
In other words, using a system to collect data is easy, but the question is whose system can collect so much information?!
He took a deep breath and looked to the side.
I saw that Kedero had quickly clicked on the player battle, and the chair showed that he was ready.
There is a translucent protective cover around his seat to protect him from interference and attacks from others during battle.
That’s so thoughtful.
He no longer hesitated, handed his daughter to the servant, and clicked to enter.
It said the pain level should be set to 100, but he didn't mind it much.
As for the functions, we explore them slowly!
In fact, to some extent, he even secretly hoped that Kedero could win.
Not for anything else, but for my daughter.
Deep down, he secretly hoped that his daughter could be as high-spirited as her mother.
As soon as the link was successfully displayed, Cesare felt a flash of light, and he was immersed in the scene. Everything was extremely realistic. He looked up at his arm and punched it again, finding no discomfort at all.
The venue was exactly the same as when he last entered the training camp. If there wasn't a glaring red exit button in the lower right corner and everyone around him suddenly disappeared, he would even doubt whether he had entered the simulation training camp.
Kedero had a blank expression on his face and casually threw a sword to him. "Shall we begin?"
"Okay." Cesare couldn't hide his excitement, thinking that he must try other functions after it was over.
Unexpectedly, Kedelu suddenly attacked and slashed at him with a sword.
His scalp tingled and he quickly dodged.
Then the two swords collided.
At first, he was hesitant, but after realizing that the surroundings were not solid, he began to do whatever he wanted, kicking the stools and tables everywhere.
As the battle progressed, sweat dripped down his forehead.
For some reason, none of Kedero's moves had any flaws, and his level seemed to be higher than his, so it was more difficult for him to deal with him.
What on earth has Kedero experienced after not seeing him for so many years?!
But anyway, Kedero is definitely not as the rumors say.
A sword energy flew towards him, and he flew over to block it.
In the past, he might not have hidden, but now he had no orange-level equipment to protect him.
After all, even in a simulated battle room, isn't the pain still real?
He took a deep breath, became more focused, and decided to attack proactively using his previous moves.
But he was shocked to find that every attack was accompanied by the use of Kedro's skills. This man was absolutely a madman and could not even feel the endurance fatigue and arm soreness.
The most crucial thing is that when the two swords collided, because Kedlo's knowledge was more solid, he always attacked the weak points of his sword, and as a result, his sword soon had small scratches.
The marks grew larger and larger until, as time went on, with a snap, the weapon completely broke in two.
There were also many small scratches on his body because of the stronger sword energy of Kedero.
This kind of problem has never occurred in the past because he has always used the best weapons and equipment.
Although I knew about the unfairness in equipment in the past, I only now understand how huge the gap is.
Although Kedero is not very talented, he is sure to win. As long as he is given enough time, he can wear down his opponent through endurance and patience.
It turns out that qualifications can be polished through hard work!
The sudden shouting in his mind made him dazed for a moment. It was at this moment that Kedero seized the opportunity and with a whoosh, the sword pointed directly at his throat.
"I lost." He clasped his fists, convinced, and clicked to exit.
As soon as he withdrew, the protective shield disappeared. He could no longer support his body and fell to his knees on the ground, gasping for breath, with sweat beads on his forehead and nose.
"Father!" The daughter ran towards him crying. He hugged her tightly, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Even though it was fake, the pain and touch were too real.
His attendant ran over anxiously, shouting "Sir", and was so frightened that his body was shaking.
Lin Muqiu raised his eyebrows. "It's okay. Next time, remember to lower the pain level and choose a less realistic scene, otherwise you'll easily suffer from nervous breakdown."
The servant was heartbroken and even more surprised that his master was defeated in less than three minutes.
They looked at Kedero with caution.
Seeing their doubts, Kedero raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, the flow rate in reality is 1:10 to that in the simulator, so your adult didn't hold on for three minutes, but for thirty minutes."
Servant: “…”
The tone is really annoying
Cesare slowly stood up, his back straight as a pine tree. "Since I lose, I admit it! Because of my self-righteous arrogance, I have already missed an opportunity to change my mind. I shouldn't miss it again today!"
"Sir!" The servants wanted to say something.
"It is indeed my loss," Cesare bowed and saluted, looking solemnly at Kedero, his tone full of respect, "Lord Kedero, I would like to apply for the position of professor. If possible, I would like my daughter to enroll and learn assassin skills."
The servants opened their mouths wide, their eyes filled with heartache for him.
That is the proudest and most upright Lord Cesare!
My daughter also gasped silently and shed tears.
Lin Muqiu clicked the replay button and said, "If you don't believe me, you can replay it."
The scenes on the screen above were displayed.
At this moment, the servants were more shocked. They were all high-level swordsmen and naturally knew how powerful each of Kedero's moves was.
It's not that they don't believe that Kedero is powerful, but in their hearts, they have always been proud of Lord Cesare and think he is the most powerful on the continent.
I didn't expect that such an excellent swordsman could come from a small town.
Shocked, their admiration for the town reached its peak.
A person with mediocre qualifications can achieve this level. Perhaps this should be an example for them to learn from!
They looked dazed and just followed Lord Cesare in saluting Kedero.
Full of respect and awe.
Respect Lin Muqiu, respect Kede Luo, and respect the small town.
Cesare remained bent over without getting up.
Since he was wrong, he deserved it no matter how hard it was on him.
Besides, if his daughter wanted to be an assassin, he would only feel at ease if she went to school near him.
Kede Luo, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable: "...Oh, congratulations, you're hired. But Lin Muqiu originally wanted to hire you."
"Thank you, Lord Lin, for your kindness."
Cesare responded quickly, looking up suspiciously. For some reason, Cedro was rubbing his nose awkwardly, feeling guilty.
He was stunned and turned his head silently to Lin Muqiu.
Lin Muqiu was fiddling with the system, and he said to the man who suddenly appeared beside him, "The training room you designed is excellent. Even when two top swordsmen were fighting, it ran stably. It's passed the test and can be used on a large scale. Yunyi, please help me edit the message and notify the townspeople."
Cesare:?
Attendant:?
Isn't this really a trap?
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