College (7)
"Fine!"
Inger whistled and raised his arms.
The snow-white griffon circling in the sky flapped its two pairs of wings and hooked its claws firmly on Inger's arm guard.
Inger lowered his left hand, barely bringing it to his chest, and hooked its chin with his fingers: "Baby, you are so heavy..."
[Sure enough, the food at home is too good, and this family is growing up too fast. 】
In fact, this is still a reduced form. In fact, when it was in the circus, it could already be transformed into its original form.
The first time I brought it out from home, it couldn't help but grow bigger and became a monster that was four or five meters tall.
With its two pairs of wings spread, it soared into the sky, blocking out the clouds and the sun.
Later, I made arm guards and shoulder guards and trained it slowly. The child was also very smart and learned it quickly.
But his arm strength is usually not enough.
When he fed it fish and it started chirping, Inger made a stroke with his fingertips.
The magic spell "translate" in Tibetan appeared in the air, and he gently put the spell into the little boy's mouth.
Then Finé's screams changed from meaningless howls to understandable language.
"Eat, eat, eat! Fish! Delicious!"
Although as a magical beast, it is more intelligent than most beasts, but it is still a cub after all and cannot express complex meanings.
But he didn't know how to teach it, so he could only hope that it would become wiser as it grew up.
Holding the kid on his arm to train his arm strength, he took out the magic wand in his right hand and repeated the same strokes in the air.
The spell was originally written with strokes, but he got bored and just drew it with a horizontal line.
I didn't think it would be successful, but because the spell writing method was clearly engraved in my mind, it really worked.
Association increases magic power, which undoubtedly greatly shortens the casting time.
But it doesn't always work out.
So he kept practicing repeatedly to improve his success rate. In fact, the success rate of Chinese and English is the highest, while the success rate of Shenyu and Tibetan is lower. It is also related to the level of language mastery.
At this time, Bixi came over with an umbrella in hand.
"Given your ability, the final test doesn't seem to require practice."
"Well, I'm just practicing for fun." Inger said softly.
The unified final test for students was not difficult at all for him. The problem was that his current supervisor, Professor Obide, gave him a topic.
One is to assist the knight in actual combat exercises, and the other is to fight against the knight.
He is not afraid of the former, but he has no way of doing the latter.
"...Teacher, can I just surrender..." When Inger thought that his opponent was Opide himself, his stomach shrank and his face turned blue.
"Why not give it a try?" Bi Xi looked like he was enjoying the excitement.
Inger sighed: "The principal is an 8th-level knight... Teacher, you are more than capable of fighting... and I didn't learn magic to fight others..."
Besides, he won't actually go to the battlefield anyway, and there's no need for him to do so.
Bixi couldn't help but poke his face. "You little guy, you're only a teenager, but you're just like a 30-something man, you have no ambition, you only know how to escape, and you just like to sigh."
[There's just a man in his thirties in there, I have no clue...]
After being beaten by the years for so long, they have long lost the youthfulness and innocence.
"Then just consider it as a contribution to research. You may not need to use it in the future, but the results you leave behind will benefit future generations. You don't want to join the army or go into politics. Do you want to work in a research institute in the future?"
Inger shook his head. To enter the research institute, academy or the Vatican, one had to stay in the capital.
Although the Central Directly-Administered Region where Nantes is located is not on the eastern coast, it is close to it. It is within the second and third lines of defense for the Warcraft invasion.
If he wanted to avoid the war, he would have to flee inland with his family after Alex's coronation.
"Well, what a pity." Bixi had no intention of forcing him.
Inger said sincerely: "Teacher, I am just an ordinary person who cherishes his life."
"Hahahaha, an ordinary person? Indeed, I am also an ordinary person."
Bixi laughed meaninglessly.
Inger took a nervous sip of his tea.
[What the hell are you talking about, you genius 8th level wizard? ]
In November, the weather was getting colder, and he had to wear a thick poncho when he was in school. Although it was light and warm, it was too conspicuous.
So he asked Ditsu to make a small hot stone collar pin to pin on the collar of his school uniform.
Hot stone is also a kind of magic stone. It is a magic stone that is often used at home in winter to generate heat and maintain a constant temperature.
The golden chain and the red magic stone can generate heat by injecting a small amount of magic power. A heat stone the size of a fingernail can be used for several months.
Other noble ladies and gentlemen liked his brooch and followed suit. Norihua was the first to discover the business opportunity and applied for a patent. He sold various styles of hot stone brooches in the noble circle, which also set off a trend.
Inger was reading the newspaper at home when he saw the news about the construction of the north-south railway track, so he mentioned it to Noriha at school.
"The construction and revenue of the trains are all controlled by the royal family. We cannot interfere with this, but..."
Norihua saw this and naturally replied, "We can get involved in the land along the train route."
“Especially the bus stations.”
"But the royal family has not yet announced the construction route..."
"The initial planning must have already begun. You can hire some detectives to explore along the existing tracks and along multiple routes. You will always find clues. If you want to maximize economic benefits, you must consider the places with the largest flow of people and the most prosperous places. After all, this is a passenger train."
Having read the comics, he already knew where the train line would go. Of course, what he was most concerned about was the freight trains on the same line, which were the key to the war.
The supply of wartime supplies and the transportation of personnel are very critical issues. And let's not talk about the demon invasion war. Before that, the continental war in Onerola, that is, the Western Continent, is about to begin.
"The east-west train line is also a possibility. Don't you think Salambra is too noisy and Levi's is too quiet recently?"
He couldn't say it directly, so he could only nod slightly.
The western part of Qiu Ne is slightly behind the eastern part. Although the western army is strong, it is difficult to resist once Li Weier invades despite the natural barrier of the Monster Mountain Range.
If the East-West Front had been built earlier, we would have had more confidence in the war and would not have been so passive.
In the comics, the East-West Line was suspended due to funding issues, causing the war with Levitra to become stalemate at the beginning.
That will certainly not be the case this time.
He had mentioned this to his brother, Lanmore, and discovered that Alex was also working on it.
The eldest princess was the one who originally proposed building the East-West Line. Now with their family's support, it will probably be accomplished.
Norihua thought for a while and exclaimed: "As expected of the second son of the Neka family, he is well-informed."
"By the way, you should also pay attention to some seemingly unprosperous abandoned places."
In addition to areas with large traffic flows, there is another influencing factor: mining areas.
According to his comics, a huge insulated rock ore vein will be discovered in the near future.
In the future war, Insulite is an important strategic mineral, just like ordinary Magic Stone and Magic Stone.
Noriha did not ignore this seemingly contradictory statement.
"Can I ask why?"
Inger calculated the time and put a finger to his lips: "Pfft. Wait and see the national newspaper. I can't reveal this."
"Wow! You don't have a class in the last period of the morning! And you didn't wait for us!"
Cheryl threw her scorpion tail braid back, her face flushed, and in the middle of winter, her ears were covered with sweat.
"Thank you for your hard work, Xie Li!" Nolihua handed her a glass of water.
Cheryl sat down beside her and gulped down the water.
Inger couldn't help but mention it because of his long-term occupational disease, "Don't drink water so quickly after exercise, be careful of stomachache."
Wu Rui sat down next to him and said with a smile: "Her stomach is made of insulfuric acid. She won't break even if she drinks sulfuric acid."
Cheryl wiped her mouth and complained, "I thought I would feel more relaxed after coming to school, but why do I feel even more tired?"
Wu Rui also held his chin and smiled bitterly: "We were originally training archery, but the instructor insisted that we fight with other students with swords."
Norihua said, "I remember that weapons were only divided in the second year of knighthood."
Cheryl pressed the water cup on the table and said, "Yeah, swords are not our forte, but at least we are not bad. But the instructor asked us to fight with Alex! How can we beat that pervert?"
Wu Rui exclaimed: "It's totally unlike the swordsmanship of people our age."
Inger complained:
[Of course. Even your instructors may not be able to beat Alex, a 35-year-old, in swordsmanship. I guess that guy is just letting him off a lot...]
But why is he still bothering with all this? He could drop out of school right now...
"But he's a really good teacher, better than the instructor." Cheryl admitted reluctantly.
【ah……】
This is Alex's goal, to train young partners and then use the identity of a student as a cover to avoid the sight of other guys.
Wu Rui looked at Noriha: "Ms. Midibai is in the regular class, right? It's great that she doesn't have to suffer from magic and swordsmanship."
Norihua twitched her lips and said, "The regular class is more suitable for me, but memorizing is not any easier than it is for you. I wish I had a memory as good as yours."
Inger was almost tired of hearing this, he rolled his eyes and didn't want to respond.
Cheryl slammed her hands on the table, "Yes! You go to the knight class every day, so why don't you have to train? And you're so skinny! Come with us to the training ground to practice swordplay!"
Inger immediately said, "No! I don't want to go to class! I can't even lift the sword, if it hits your foot, you will be responsible!"
Wu Rui laughed so hard that he fell down.
"What are you laughing at? I'm telling the truth!"
Kumpeu and Alex were sitting in a corner where they could be seen.
Kumpeu watched as Alex looked there for the thirteenth time.
"Your Highness... do you want to go and say hello?"
Alex smiled and said, "It's okay, no need, this is fine."
Inger originally thought that the final test would be a closed-ended one, just like the last one.
He took it for granted.
In the Baise Lan Square, the seats in the knight class and magic class next door were fully occupied, and even students from regular classes and senior students came to join in the fun.
They stared with eyes wide open and held their breath, like a nest of frogs.
The professors sat in a row.
Inger confronted Principal Obide in public.
He was so nervous that he felt like vomiting.
When he first learned that it was a public assessment, he was stunned. Then before going on stage, Professor Obide told him that he would have a rehearsal with him.
He said he wanted to show his research results in front of everyone.
"Don't worry, it's just a school assessment. The reporters and military officials are not here."
"...Teacher, I give up my rights. Please let me fail the course."
"What rights are you giving up? The right to take the exam? You can be really funny sometimes."
[You can hand in a blank paper after completing the test? That’s too much!]
Inger was in tears.
But after going on stage, I had no choice but to go ahead with it.
He made four quick strokes in the air, and the spell took shape and flew toward Orbid.
Opide held a long sword in his hand, a magic circle rose beneath him, and red flames rose on the sword.
The next moment, Opide's body appeared on the other side of the field. The steel puppet was torn into pieces, blue flames rose from the fractures, and the steel showed signs of melting.
…
The field was silent for at least three seconds, which was longer than the time it took for Opide to make his move.
Then there was a cry.
"Wow! What just happened?"
"This is a level 8 knight, a level 8 swordsman! So cool!"
"But isn't this Inger Nyka's test?"
"It's so fast! I've strengthened my eyes, but I still can't see clearly!"
"Can the principal teleport?"
"That spell! Did you see the strokes he wrote?"
"I didn't see it! He just made four strokes!"
"How is that possible!"
"I've never seen such a short spell!"
…………
The focus of discussion in the knight class and the magic class is obviously different.
But it was obvious that Oubide's move was not for the students to see, he looked at the professors.
"Did you see it clearly? This is a magic that wizards use to assist knights in combat. Let's move on to the next one."
Inger wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
[That’s right, these teachers don’t need any explanation at all.]
But one of the students stood up.
He is a knight with long dark blue hair.
His handsome appearance undoubtedly stands out among the students.
He stood up and shouted, "Teacher! He just cast a spell too fast! Can you tell me which spells it was?"
Opide seemed to know him: "Molian? Okay, Ying, you go ahead."
Inger: "...It's shield, fire, acceleration, and gravity."
“…”
The other students were listening attentively, but were dumbfounded when there was no follow-up.
Inger felt uncomfortable with those looks and could only add a few more words: "...Uh, the shield and acceleration are applied to the teacher, the flame is on the sword, the temperature is extremely high, and the gravity is applied to the puppet...to defeat the enemy."
The reason for choosing these for display is that this combination is the simplest and easiest to understand. They also came up with many other conclusions during the research process, but they are all more complicated.
As expected, after hearing this, many students in the magic class and the knight class showed a look of enlightenment.
“Ahhhh…Is it possible to be like this…”
"My God, that speed, I still can't believe it..."
“I’ll be writing for a long time…”
"How does he cast magic on people so steadily?"
"The principal is level 8! The total amount of magic power is…"
“Can it be much faster?”
"This kind of fighting is really helpful for the knight! It's amazing!"
"Wizards' magic can be used like this!"
"I thought wizards could only use healing magic..."
"Wow, I definitely can't..."
Opide didn't want to wait for the students to finish their discussion. He simply said, "Come on, next item. Be prepared and be careful not to get hurt!"
As he spoke, he swung his sword, pointing the tip at Inger.
"Ohhhhhhh! What's going on!"
"The headmaster is going to fight a student himself, or a low-level wizard?"
"This is outrageous! How can a wizard defeat a knight?"
"What is this for?"
…
Alex tightly grasped the scabbard in his hand, the light in his golden eyes made the sunlight pale in comparison.
Cheryl, Uri and Noriha cheered for him from the sidelines.
The skinny young wizard glanced at the fragile practice wand in his hand, and cold sweat slid down his neck.
[…Who am I, where am I, what am I doing…]
Of course, his superhuman memory directly acted on his behalf.
His body moved before he could think.
Inger fired concentrated flames towards the completely empty other side.
Opide aimed at the broken thread and stabbed at his body with his sword.
Everyone gasped.
All the scenes that followed were beyond everyone's imagination.
Inger raised his left hand to meet the sword's tip.
The next second, Opide appeared on the other side, just in time to hit the flame he had just created.
"Bang!"
The flames soon exploded - it was not a fire, but an explosion.
Opide had just enough time to retract his sword and took the blow head-on. He was caught off guard and retreated half a step, but was unharmed.
He patted his trousers and praised, "Well done."
Suddenly, the sword in Opide's hand moved by itself and stabbed towards Opide's body.
He pulled hard and failed to advance an inch.
Opide blinked, and while pulling out the sword with all his might, he looked at Inger.
The young wizard reacted very quickly and moved in a terrifyingly calm manner, but he looked terrible, with sweat on his face, his brows furrowed, and his eyes even evasive.
When Obide took a step forward, he realized that several times the gravity was applied to his body.
Of course, this is not a problem for him.
The level 8 knight took easy steps, as if nothing happened.
[Wow... there's no way to fight...]
So he stretched out his left hand again and recited a sentence softly.
Opide's body felt lighter and he floated up, and incidentally, he turned upside down.
Inger immediately followed with the magic wand in his right hand, and dozens of lightning spears appeared in the air, with their tips pointing directly at Orbid in the air.
Opide nodded with satisfaction, exerted force on his waist and abdomen in the air, swung his hand, and rushed down with the sword energy, turning himself over.
Inger breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the magic, put the man down, and put away the light spear.
Opide landed, stood still, and patted Inger on the shoulder.
Inger wiped his sweat. Although the consumption of magic power was not great, he didn't want to experience this excitement a second time.
The murderous aura on the tip of the sword is absolutely real!
As a social phobia holder in peacetime, he had never seen such a scene before.
Opide grabbed Inger's stiff body and said, "Listen up, students in the magic and knight classes. This week we have an additional group lesson on the process of the exercise just now. You will report on it in class next week. Also, you are not allowed to ask Inger himself."
Inger immediately broke out in a sweat.
The students were excited.
Mo Lian, who had just stood up to ask questions, was already standing at the edge of the field. His eyes flickered repeatedly as he muttered, "Explosion, transfer, manipulation, gravity, floating? No, that spell is not floating. Isn't the last one a simple transformation magic... No, it looks very powerful..."
"So... So wizards can fight like this!"
"Awesome! I can actually fight with the knights!"
"Who saw what magic he used?"
Some students were as excited as Mo Lian.
"Wow, what's his level? I can't even write many of these spells, but he can use them all so skillfully?"
"How can you use them continuously like this? I used up all my magic power after using three."
"The professor can't really fight, or else how will he have a chance to cast the spell?"
"That's level 8! If they were the same level... it's hard to imagine!"
Some students, however, were more rational and came to realistic conclusions.
Mo Lian jumped onto the stairs and ran over, "Teacher! It's my turn!"
Inger was about to go down, but was stunned when he saw this: "???" He looked at Opide.
Opide pushed him towards Mo Lian with an expressionless face.
"That's great. Let me introduce you to the second instructor of the project. He is from the knight class, Melian Amiel."
——A combat wizard does not necessarily have to be a wizard who can fight, but can also be a knight who can perform magic.
Inger protested: "Teacher, I'm tired, I want to go down."
Opide pinched his shoulder and smiled at him: "I know you have enough magic power, just give it a try." He turned around and went downstairs.
Mo Lian drew out his sword, and a blue sword aura rose from the sword.
Inger quickly caught the magic formula on the sword, "Speed Up", "Strengthen", "Sharp"
Mo Lian rushed towards him with sword in hand.
Inger sighed secretly, and rushed towards him unarmed.
There were exclamations from outside the venue.
Although Mo Lian was surprised, she did not stop.
Inger, like before, held a "transfer" magic circle in his left hand.
Mo Lian's eyes flashed, and he changed his posture temporarily, but he saw the magic circle going backwards through Inger's body.
Then Inger appeared behind him.
Mo Lian stopped and was about to turn around.
The tip of the wand pressed against his vest.
Mo Lian stopped where he was and dropped the sword. As soon as the sword hit the ground, it broke into dozens of pieces.
His pupils shrank, "When will it be split...?"
Inger tapped his vest lightly, giving him a "shield"
"Well, it would be better if you remove the sharpness from the sword and replace it with a body shield. Of course, it's not impossible if you can maintain four at the same time, but the magic power consumption is a bit high. If you face a wizard, your sword can kill me even without the sharpness... It's too dangerous... Safety is the most important thing among classmates..."
Inger walked over and secretly returned his practice sword. He weighed it and handed it to Molian. He stepped back a few steps, fearing that the fight would continue, and ran away in a hurry.
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