College (4)

After Inger uttered three obscure words, a ball of light suddenly shot out from the magic wand in his hand, and then the light rushed straight towards a straw doll, which exploded with a "bang" after hitting it.

Inger squinted his eyes, facing the aftermath of the explosion. He silently translated the spell into Chinese in his mind.

[“Condensation”, “Ejection”, “Explosion”]

"Straight shot" and "contact explosion" may be more accurate.

Inger looked at Bixi who was standing aside and didn't say anything, and tidied up his hair which was messed up by the wind: "Teacher, can I not learn these dangerous spells?"

He pointed to a nearby mountain of straw and wooden puppets.

Bixi looked at him with a smile: "This is also very important."

Inger picked up a magic stone from the side and absorbed it to replenish the consumed magic power.

He could feel the magic furnace growing stronger and stronger, but Bixi always reminded him to absorb magic every day.

He could also rely on the circulation of magic power from nature to slowly restore and increase his magic power, but it was not as fast as magic stones, and only a fortune like his could allow him to squander it.

Bixi glanced at him and asked, "Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Inger wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Nothing?"

[I ask this every time.]

Bixi smiled and said, "That's not enough. Your magic furnace is not full yet. You still don't have enough magic in your body."

Inger showed a strange look, and more than once, he suspected that Bi Xi was trying to trick him, but the other party was an 8th-level magician after all, so he didn't ask any more questions and just did as he was told.

During the break, Jason brought two cups of tea.

He added sugar and lemon to the black tea as Inger requested.

Inger took a sip and thought.

【It would be perfect if you add a piece of ice. 】

But at home, in order to protect his stomach, he was never given raw or cold food.

Bixi smiled and kept adding milk and sugar to her black tea.

Inger asked: "Teacher, after practicing for some time, I wonder if magic is a kind of energy? Or an abstract force that changes the state of objects?"

After hearing what he said, Bi Xi thought for a moment and said, "You can say that. After all, magic can't create things like iron swords and tea cups. Those are what craftsmen do."

"But it can create light, water, fire, wind, electricity and the like. It can also push things forward and make objects float."

Inger condensed a ball of water in the palm of his hand, and the water quickly transformed into a little rabbit, jumping in the air.

He found it interesting and created a fire horse and a light butterfly. The three little creatures followed his wishes and chased each other in the air.

Bi Xi saw all this and smiled more deeply, "Where's Feng?"

Inger sipped his tea and said casually, "The wind is invisible, holding them up from below."

After all, wind is just a product of air pressure differences and cannot have color or shape.

Magic, as an invisible energy, pushes the air to generate air flow.

He held the magic stone in one hand and picked up the magic wand in the other, pointing it at the charred pile of the damaged doll.

【Float, spin, dance】

He just thought about it but didn't write it down.

"Why don't you perform the spell?" Bi Xi asked with a smile.

Inger turned and wrote the same spell in the air as before.

The technique is quick and skillful, and the words written are accurate and correct.

The grand explosion was like fireworks, exploding everywhere.

The puppet stand, which was originally a wreck, has now turned into even more complete ashes. The bonfire is rising to the sky, but even the smoke and dust seem to be swallowed up by the flames, making it clean and beautiful.

Jason stood nearby, expressionless, but inwardly he was no less shocked than the maid in the distance with her mouth wide open.

And their young master just finished and placed the wand on the table.

He only practiced this magic for half an hour today.

"If the main purpose is to release energy, there is no need to write the spell, you only need to recite it. If it is acting on an object, or a large formation, you need to write the spell." Inger concluded lightly.

Jason was full of admiration, and felt that the Master and the teacher were talking about topics that he did not understand.

Bixi drank her tea in silence, as if she agreed with his conclusion.

Soon Bixi left. This time she gave him very little criticism, just encouraging him to try more new ideas.

Inger rarely heard her praise herself, and he could not figure out her true evaluation of him, but Bixi's overall attitude was very kind and pleasant. She gave him the greatest degree of freedom to study, and occasional key guidance was also very helpful.

So he was still very grateful to her.

Inger dismissed the servants and stayed behind to practice alone.

He emptied his teacup and smashed it to the floor.

In Chinese, it is written as "repair" and "restore"

There is not much difference between the two. It only took a few breaths for the teacup to go from shattered to intact.

He tried the pile of black ashes again, but failed and consumed a lot of magic power.

[It seems that things that are too broken to be restored.]

He also had someone catch a wounded stray cat.

The cat had been washed and bandaged by the servants before being sent here. This cat was also sickly and had no offensive power.

Inger untied the bandage and wrote a spell on the wound.

External injuries healed.

He smiled, and then he saw that although the cat's wounds had healed, it was still crying, so he touched the cat's chest.

The cat has a broken rib.

Inger listened to the meaningless meowing and suddenly had an idea.

"translation"

"Meow meow meow meow."

He sighed in disappointment but tried again.

“translate”

"Meow meow meow meow"

〈〉

"Meow meow meow...hungry! It hurts! Eat! Fish! Here!"

Inger listened to the cat's constant barking, which became understandable in his mind, and said in disbelief:

“Tibetan is OK?”

He quickly performed the magic of "reducing" and "repairing" on the cat.

【The language systems of the three kingdoms in the Western Continent are all languages ​​that are closer to the alphabetic phonetic system. The divine language is closer to Chinese, so the translation is successful. What about cats?】

"Human! Good! Give! Eat!"

Inger stroked the cat's back contentedly.

[This way, you don't have to worry about getting hurt in the future. Being able to understand the language of animals is also very helpful and makes it easier to collect intelligence. ]

[There are also compulsory courses in Livillian and Zalambula in the basic course. Is this considered cheating? Well, no one knows anyway. ]

In a blink of an eye, the day of diversion arrived.

The academy's stream assessment system is more humane, and students will not be publicly assessed before they officially begin learning magic and swordsmanship courses.

It is in the form of individual interviews, with three training rooms and three examiners in each room. Students enter in turn when their student numbers are called. Examination questions are randomly selected according to their preferences, and the entire examination process is kept confidential.

Cheryl waved her fist at Inger not far away and entered the training room for the knight assessment.

【After the split, there will probably be less communication. Bye, see you again. 】

But he also noticed something else.

【Why isn't Alex on the team? 】

Even though he said that he didn't want to see him within his field of vision, there was no need for Alex to avoid taking the assessment just to avoid him, right?

[If something happens to the protagonist, it's no joke. ]

"Inger Nyka, No. 57."

Inger put his thoughts aside and walked in.

Professor Orbid of military theory, Professor Ophira of potions, and Professor Shant of magic stone research.

These are the teachers they will meet in the second grade.

When Opide looked at him, his eyes brightened noticeably.

Inger had a bad feeling.

"Pick a piece of paper from the box."

Inger took out his wand, chanted a spell, and a piece of paper flew out of the box and fell into his hand.

He has been used to using magic at home recently, and he often does this to take things from the air, and he doesn't think it's bad. Bixi also lets him use magic as much as possible, so that he can practice.

Santa, who was in charge of recording, was stunned for a moment and looked at Obide, who already had a smile on his face.

Inger looked back and forth at the note, frowning.

But he raised his wand anyway.

After reciting the spell, layers of magical flowers blooming like waves appeared before their eyes.

After a moment, the flower quickly transformed into a golden horse.

This is the most basic magic release and transformation.

After completing the request, Inger put away his magic power, bowed and prepared to leave.

Ophira narrowed her eyes: "You read it wrong."

Inger sighed in his heart, wrote the spell in the air with his magic wand, and with a light stroke, turned it horizontally.

"That's what it originally said. The spell on the paper is wrong."

[It really is a magic academy. They even set traps for the exam.]

Opide said nothing.

Seeing the other two professors nodded, Inger respectfully withdrew.

Professor Ophira looked at Orbid, raised her eyebrows and said, "Sir, a Level 3 wizard is not suitable to receive ordinary teaching with students."

Shant put down his pen and said, "I remember that Archbishop Bixi reached level 3 at the age of 14."

Orbid continued, "Don't forget, Archbishop Bisi received magical instruction from His Holiness the Pope when he was only 8 years old."

Ophira pondered and said, "Such a person will become a great wizard sooner or later. Is Chune the first wizard to fight? It's quite interesting."

Shante smiled and said, "That kid deliberately kept some things."

Orbid: "You should also pay attention to the other candidates. I think that child is not particularly happy."

Inger shuddered as he walked out of the training room.

Uri and Cheryl had finished their assessment and were waiting for him at the door.

Inger asked, "The Ninth Prince didn't come?"

Wu Rui asked back, "You don't know? He is already a third-level knight, and he is exempt from the test. Moreover, he has been sent to the northern border to suppress the influx of refugees in the past few days under the order of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Inger remembered this time.

This is a small episode that was briefly mentioned in the early stage.

The current princess often asks Alex to do difficult things.

Among them was the incident of suppressing refugees.

The neighboring country to the north of Chunie, the Zalambra Empire, has recently been hit by a serious rebellion among its peasant slaves. Some of them have migrated southwards due to the war or have been driven away by the empire, flooding into the northern border of Chunie.

The old Duke of Fantas, who was in charge of the North, had just passed away, and his successor was still young, so disputes were still going on over the issue of succession.

It just so happened that the Zalambra Empire was preoccupied with its own internal conflicts, otherwise the north would have been attacked.

Alex was sent there to, firstly, settle the refugees, and secondly, to help the Duke of Fontas to find an heir.

Either way, it's a thankless task.

However, he had done a great job last time, so he had experience and didn't need to worry this time.

This time, however, he did not expect two things.

The class division results came out the next day, and he officially entered the magic class in the first period.

The first class was Potions taught by Professor Ophira.

Inger was very interested in potions. During his preparation, he read through all the potion recipes and plant books.

The first class did not involve any practical dispensing of medicines, but only theory, so it was a bit boring.

But at the end of the class, Obide came over.

"This year, our academy has formulated a tutoring project called the research on the strategic application of magic formulas. We will select some outstanding students from the magic class to follow the tutor and cooperate with the tutor to conduct research together."

When Inger heard the first sentence, he cried out that something was wrong and hid himself quietly under the table.

“The candidates will be observed and appointed by the tutor, and the specific research project will be kept confidential.”

Opide glanced around and smiled. "Inger Nyka, don't hide. I'm talking about you. You will follow me to the knight class. You will have to attend both military theory and practical training."

Inger stood up with a gloomy face.

[Why! Is there such a wicked school? !]

Under the envious gaze of the whole class, he followed Obide out with a look of despair.

"Professor, do I have the right to refuse?"

"Well, no."

"This is an infringement of students' academic autonomy! Why should I take more courses to get the same credits?"

"Didn't you sit in on lectures here and there before?"

"Well……"

Thus, among the knight class students and the ordinary military students, a wizard appeared and stood out from the crowd.

Inger broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if his body was being pierced through by his classmates' gazes.

Uri and Cheryl, who hadn't seen him for a while, happily sat next to him and greeted him.

Apart from the subjective factors of his inner resistance, Oubide's military theory class was very good and he learned a lot of useful things.

And - it would be better if Orbid wasn't so fond of asking him to stand up and answer questions.

"Professor, why would you, a knight, become my mentor?" Inger asked with gritted teeth when he was left behind.

"You already have an excellent magic instructor like His Excellency the Bishop, so there is no need to arrange for anyone else. Besides, our academy only has wizards at level 7 at most, so we can't teach you anything."

"My body is very weak, unlike a knight, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to fight against others."

"The fighting style of wizards is different from that of knights, and this is also the direction of our research."

Orbid quickly got to the point: "Tell us your thoughts on how wizards use magic to fight. Don't worry, just say whatever comes to your mind."

Inger still looked reluctant. He felt like he was falling into a trap. "Treatment, purification, direct attack, and support."

Orbid: "Take the healing aspect out of our research. This is what most wizards are already researching."

Inger could only continue: "Teacher, it's not that attack magic doesn't exist. The reason why there are no specialized combat wizards is that wizards of the same level cannot rely on attack magic to defeat knights. They will be subdued by knights before they can chant spells."

Oubide nodded in approval and asked him, "What's the problem?"

"Casting speed, control, accuracy, and strength are generally low."

Orbid: "Yes, but these three depend on the individual skills of the wizards, and are not very versatile. There is nothing we can do about it."

If we want to train other combat wizards, we cannot research in this direction.

Inger thought for a moment and said, "How about combining it with other magic, such as invisibility magic?"

Orbid shook his head: "Knights are very sensitive to magic, sound, and air. Invisibility magic only changes the visual effect, but cannot hide the existence itself. Moreover, as long as the spell is cast, the magic light can be seen."

"Also, it takes time to cast the invisibility spell, so this time difference needs to be taken into consideration."

The two discussed the possibility of a direct attack, but it was still not possible.

In a one-on-one fight between a knight and a wizard of the same level, the wizard will undoubtedly lose.

Inger tapped the paper with his pen and suddenly said, "The sky."

"Um?"

"Levitation magic is a basic magic with low energy consumption. The energy consumption will not increase as the size and mass of the object increases. And if it is just floating at a fixed point, precise control is not required."

After thinking for a moment, Orbid asked, "Knights can't fly. Once they rise to a certain height, there's no way to deal with them."

Inger drew circles on the paper. "And as long as we add invisibility magic to it, it will be difficult for the enemy to find it. As for weapons, a simple boulder will do. It has no magical aura and is easy to obtain on the battlefield. If you raise it to a certain height and remove the magic, it can kill people even with the acceleration of gravity. It would be even better if we can add some control."

Opide smiled in disbelief: "How come no one has thought of such a simple method before?"

The boulder may not kill a high-level knight, but it can injure low-level knights and soldiers. For low-level wizards, the strategic effect is amplified.

"It is too difficult to control human flying magic. The magic power applied to a person consumes more than that applied to an object. However, this method also has flaws and cannot be used a second time."

Orbid smiled and said, "But it is enough to become a strategy that will make the enemy jealous, and it will give us another option."

"It would be troublesome if the enemy also learned this move, after all, anyone can use it."

“Ding-ding-ding”

The bell struck three times. School was over.

This place is different from his previous school. There is no habit of late classes.

The two chatted so enthusiastically that they forgot the time.

Inger picked up his bag and said, "Professor, I'm leaving now."

Opide stood up and said, "Ying, you are very talented in this area."

Inger pretended not to hear him: "Professor, don't forget the conditions you promised me!"

Opide smiled helplessly.

Inger eventually agreed to participate in the research project on the condition that he would not join the army.

The way he fled proved his determination.

[Research is one thing, but it takes a lot of brains to risk your life on the battlefield! ]