Chapter 201 Elf King Statue
Shu Li took a step back in surprise, and her back hit Ace's chest.
"Hey?" He turned to look at the blond boy.
Ace put his hands on his shoulders, lowered his head and said gently, "Be careful."
In the setting sun, his golden hair shone brightly, his handsome face was covered with a soft warm light, and his green eyes were like gems, shining like stars.
In a trance, Shu Li overlapped his face with the Elf King's face. His heart tightened and he blinked hard. When he found that he had seen it wrong, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" Ace asked concernedly.
"No, it's okay!" Shu Li left his arms and moved two steps to the side, wondering what was wrong with her. Why did she mistake Ace for the Elf King again?
Although they had the same blond hair and green eyes, their appearance was worlds apart.
It must be because he hadn't seen the King in so many days that he missed him. It seemed he needed to settle down at the Magic Academy as soon as possible, reunite with the Mother Tree, and return to the Elven Kingdom through the roots.
After calming himself down, Shu Li looked up at the tall statue one meter away again. After careful observation, he found that the statue was only 70% like the Elf King.
The craftsman who carved this stone statue has superb skills, which can be described as miraculous. However, no matter how superb his skills are, he cannot carve out the unique charm and temperament of the Elf King.
Moreover, as if on purpose, the craftsman reduced the Elf King's beauty by three points.
Who carved this stone statue?
Shu Li moved his gaze downwards and saw the craftsman's name on the stone pier below the statue.
Danlov Girard.
This turned out to be a stone statue carved by the God of Magic himself for the Elf King.
Yes, only the God of Law can carve it.
The Elf King has sealed off the Fairy Forest for tens of thousands of years, and it is impossible for humans to have ever seen him. Who else could have carved him except Danlov, who grew up in the Elf Kingdom?
Ace stood in front of the stone statue, looking it up and down, with a strange look in his eyes.
Disio and Budno walked around the stone statue of the Elf King, talking to each other.
"No, not at all."
"Yes, the king is a hundred times, a thousand times more handsome than the stone statue!"
Angel found that Kumandi was holding a notebook and a pen, drawing seriously. He couldn't help but take a closer look and found that he had drawn all the statues in the square.
"What's the use of this?" he asked in confusion.
Kumandi painted very quickly, with smooth lines and vivid outlines. As he painted, he replied, "Record this and write about my adventures on the mainland later."
Angel's mouth turned into a "0" shape when he heard this.
No wonder Sperian privately called Kumandi a quiet academic master. His thinking was completely on a different level from theirs.
While they were still marveling at the lifelike statues, Kumandi was already preparing to write his adventure story.
Amanda ran to the dragon statue and looked left and right, trying to guess which dragon on Dragon Island the stone statue belonged to. Unfortunately, the stone statue had no color, so she couldn't tell the color of the dragon's scales.
Nasha didn't know the Elf King, she just thought this stone statue was the most beautiful.
Sadler saw several magic apprentices gathered around the statue in the middle and introduced it to them: "This stone statue is the great Son of Light - the Elf King Frith Estel."
"Wow!" The little fairies exclaimed in unison, their clear eyes filled with sincere admiration.
Nasha gripped her magic wand tightly, amazed. To her, the Elf King was a legendary figure, a god-like being that she would never meet in her lifetime.
Now, in front of the gate of Saint Vilia Magic Academy, she was facing the statue of the Elf King.
Looking at the heroic figure of the Elf King, her eyes gleamed with longing.
If it were the Elf King, he would definitely be able to destroy the evil dark forces, right?
Morrissey stood beside Sadler, his arms folded, looking up at the Elf King with a complicated expression.
For the Dark Elves born in Vanaku, the supreme ruler is the Dark Elf King, Aung O'Rakiri. As he grows older and learns more about the history of the Dark Elves and White Elves, he gradually becomes curious about the Elf King.
When he first left Vanaku and traveled to the mainland, he traveled across mountains and rivers to the west, hid at the foot of Mount Sesis, and looked at the mysterious Fairy Forest from afar.
He didn't know what he was expecting, he just felt a longing for that land in his heart.
Unfortunately, he is a dark elf and will never be able to go to the Elf Kingdom and meet the legendary Elf King.
He retracted his gaze, his blood-red eyes slightly turned, looking at the golden-haired, green-eyed magic apprentice, and said in a lazy tone: "Ace Ter, your name is very interesting, the same as the Elf King's surname. Your family really knows how to name people."
They introduced themselves to each other in the car, and when it was the blond magic apprentice's turn to introduce himself, he remembered this special name.
Being suddenly called out, Ace turned around and said politely, "Thank you for the compliment."
Morrissey frowned at his dazzling appearance. "I'm telling the truth."
It is rare for a human to look like this. He actually has a beauty that is not inferior to that of an elf.
Shu Li smiled and asked Sadler, "Why are there so many statues in front of the magic academy?"
He also discovered that most of the statues were the work of Danloff.
Sadler said solemnly, "They are all heroes who protect the Austin continent. When the God of Magic founded the Saint Vilia Magic Academy, he carved these heroic statues for people to admire. The Elf King led the army of light and fought bravely against the God of Darkness, paying a huge price to ensure that the Austin continent gained peace for ten thousand years. As believers in the God of Light, we must never forget their glorious deeds. Therefore, the God of Magic had the heroic stone statues stand in front of the academy as a constant reminder to every magician that when darkness descends again, they must be like them, fighting bravely, fearlessly, and working together to defeat the God of Darkness once again."
After he finished speaking, there was silence for half a minute.
“Pah pah pah——”
Suddenly, applause broke out, and the people surrounding the statue of the Elf King turned around at the same time.
Three meters away from them stood a young man in his early twenties with brown hair. He was handsome and tall, wearing a gorgeous magic robe and holding an elegant, high-end magic wand under his arm.
"Excellent!" the young man stopped clapping and said with a broad smile, "My name is Hector Snowwo. I'm from the northern Empire of Pross. I'm a senior magic apprentice. I just registered at the Magic Academy today. My lifelong wish is to become a great magician like the God of Magic, Danlov."
Shu Li blinked her gray-green eyes.
What a friendly young human being!
Hector Snoff... Hey, why does the last name Snoff sound familiar?
Wait, he said he was from the Pros Empire—
The goblins looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
The count's body in the coffin was named Snow, and his surname was also Snow. Could it be that they were from the same family?
Shu Li glanced around and found a small snow wolf totem on the corner of the young man's cloak.
Sure enough, exactly the same.
Although three years have passed, Shu Li still remembers the snow wolf totem on the coffin clearly.
What a surprise, they actually met the younger generation from the Snowvo family here.
Shu Li actually always wanted to know whether Danlov successfully delivered the coffin back to the Snowo family after leaving the Fairy Forest, and what was the Snowo family's reaction when they learned of the Count's death.
Unfortunately, Danlov returned to the Magic Tower, and there was no correspondence between them, so the specific situation is unknown.
This time when Shu Li came to the atrium, he intended to find time to visit Danlov after settling down and ask about the follow-up of the coffin.
However, I never expected to meet someone from the Snowvo family in front of the gate of the magic academy.
"Hello, I'm Sperian from the Cesis Mountains. I'm an intermediate magic apprentice. I'm here to report to the Magic Academy today. Nice to meet you." Shu Li smiled and introduced himself politely.
"Are you a mountain dweller?" Hector looked at him in surprise. Aren't mountain dwellers generally poor, ignorant, and lowly? Why was this young man not only exquisite in appearance, but also pure in temperament, like a mountain spring? He was immediately attracted to him.
"Yes." Shu Li did not ignore the flash of surprise in the other person's eyes.
Hector pointed at the magic apprentice beside him and asked, "Are they mountain people like you?"
"We are, he and she are not." Kumandi pointed at Nasha and Ace.
Hector looked at the five "mountain dwellers" with suspicion. It was one of them that looked unique, but how come the others also looked so outstanding, like the sons of noble families?
You must be lying on purpose!
Hector was very interested, but didn't point it out. He asked their names with a smile.
The Light Team introduced themselves one by one.
When Hector learned that Nasha was from the Dalia Empire and Ace was from the Izerafar Empire, his silver-gray eyes stared at them.
The magic apprentices from the four great empires must have backgrounds that cannot be underestimated and are worth making friends with.
"Who are these two?" He looked at Sadler and the hooded Morrissey.
Sadler said, "I'm a fourth-year magic student, Sadler."
Morrissey waved his gloved hand. "I'm just a passerby. Don't bother with me."
Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Hector did not force him and focused his attention on Sadler. "Fourth grade student...you are a magician!"
"Huh, huh, huh?" Shu Li and his friends looked at the White Mage in confusion and asked, "Are you also a student at the Magic Academy?"
He is already a magician, and his level is very high!
Sadler replied calmly, "Yes, as long as I haven't been promoted to a Dharma Saint, I will still be a student of the academy."
So he explained the rules of the magic academy.
There are five grades in the Saint Villiers Magic Academy, arranged according to the level of magic: magic apprentices are in the first grade, apprentice magicians are in the second grade, magicians are in the third grade, magicians are in the fourth grade, and archmages are in the fifth grade.
After a magician is promoted, he will automatically move up a grade. The higher he goes, the fewer classmates he has and the older they are.
Sadler was quite talented and was promoted to a low-level mage at the age of 30, becoming a fourth-year student. Ten years later, he was promoted to a high-level mage, still a fourth-year student. This might not change for decades or even centuries to come.
For humans, training to become a magician is extremely difficult. After becoming a magician, each level is a peak that is difficult to climb. As long as he cannot be promoted to a magic saint, he cannot graduate.
Yes, it is very difficult to get a diploma from a magic academy.
More than two thousand years have passed since the academy was founded, and less than one hundred Dharma Saints have received their diplomas.
Fortunately, students in grades four and five do not have to go to the academy for classes every day. They have most of their time to themselves and only need to return to the academy for exams at the end of the semester.
This is why, after meeting eight magic apprentices near the teleportation array, he decided to bring them to the academy personally.
As senior students, we have the responsibility and obligation to take care of future junior students.
After Shu Li learned about the rules of the magic academy, she held her cheeks in horror.
Danlov is so scary!
They actually made humans their students for so many years!
In his original world, it was common for students to graduate in their twenties, but in this other world, some people might never get a diploma in their entire life.
Even the fairies from the Immortal Clan don't need to go to school after they turn fifty. Their cultivation depends entirely on themselves. If they don't understand something, they won't ask their elders for help. They prefer to read and study on their own and learn as they please. There is no such thing as graduation or not.
Seeing Shu Li's shocked expression, Hector thought he was scared, so he curled his lips and said confidently, "I will definitely get my diploma within three hundred years!"
Morrissey said, "Oh, good idea."
Unfortunately, in ten thousand years, there has not been a three-hundred-year-old human mage saint.
Hector clenched his fist, pounded his left chest lightly, and said proudly: "Of course, before I left home, I swore to my grandfather that I would never return home until I became a Dharma Saint."
Morrissey gave a thumbs-up and said with a smile, "Not bad, you have ambition."
He is indeed a young nobleman, naive and arrogant.
"It's getting late. We should go to the academy," Sadler reminded. If they continued talking, it would be dark. They had to settle these magic apprentices before the teachers finished class.
As for Morrissey—
He turned around and said to the dark elf following behind him: "Wait here."
Morrissey was unhappy: "Why?"
Sadler said expressionlessly, "Non-students are not allowed to enter the Magic Academy."
Morrissey snorted and stopped.
Sadler continued to move forward with the magic apprentices. When they approached the academy gate, Amanda suddenly shouted.
"Oops! I forgot to get my recommendation letter!"
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