Intercept and recruit disciples
Leopold and Elena were both waiting nervously.
After several minutes, the dean spoke again: "Elena only graduated from elementary school. This won't do. As a viscount, you should have a good academic background."
Leopold: ???
Elena: Why are we talking about academic qualifications again? She really doesn't want to go to school; she just wants to be a lord.
The dean continued, "I'll grant Elena special permission to attend the Royal School of Magic."
Elena:!!!
"Dean, I can't leave my territory. My territory is too poor. My people don't have enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear. I have to be responsible for them and let them live a life with enough food and warm clothes." Elena quickly raised the flag to stop the dean.
The dean glanced at her, his eyes filled with a look of understanding. He said, "You won't need to come to the academy every day to study for the advanced and special research programs. You can study in the territory. I will be your teacher and you will be my disciple."
Elena:??!! Does that mean a bachelor's and master's degree combined? The dean will be her mentor? No, the dean wants her to be his disciple, a closer relationship than a typical mentor-student relationship. So good? A surprise from the sky? Is she so lucky that a legendary wizard has been gifted to her? Is traveling to this world truly Fate's compensation for her?
Leopold stiffened his neck and continued to argue.
The dean glanced at him and continued, "I'm quite busy and don't have much time to guide you individually. Let Leopold be your instructor."
Leopold: That's how I got demoted! From teacher to instructor!
The dean looked at him and asked, "Is this okay?"
Leopold was like a punctured balloon, deflated. He felt wronged and pitiful, and said weakly, "Okay."
What could he do? The dean was a demigod, and he was just a great wizard. What else could he do?
Hierarchical oppression.
The dean's gaze fell on Elena again: "Do you have any other comments?"
Elena was stunned and quickly shook her head.
She had no objection. How could she dare to have any objection? The demigod accepted her as his disciple and even gave her a backdoor. What right did she have to refuse such a good thing?
She is just a low-ranking person who can be arranged by others.
"Disciples all listen to their teachers." Elena changed her words obediently.
The dean nodded in satisfaction.
"Today is a good day. Let's hold the apprenticeship ceremony today. I'll call a few witnesses over." The dean said, then waved his hand, and several strings of starlight floated out from his fingertips.
A few minutes later, three guests arrived.
"Teacher, are you going to accept a new disciple?" The three guests asked in unison as they entered the room.
The three of them looked around and found that there was only one stranger here whom they had never met before.
One of them asked, "Is this the little girl?"
The dean nodded slowly: "Yes, her name is Elena, she is a double S in the full magic system, I want to accept her as my disciple."
The French double S, this word immediately stunned the three of them.
"All French double S?" another person asked urgently, "Confirmed?"
The dean hummed, "I tested it myself."
The three of them took a deep breath, and their eyes sparkled as they looked at Elena.
Leopold saw through their thoughts immediately and quickly stood in front of Elena: "The dean has appointed me as Elena's instructor, don't compete with me for it!"
The three men's complicated gazes shifted to Leopold's face.
"You are so lucky, man." One of them said, biting his back teeth.
Leopold snorted lightly: "Actually, I brought Elena here today. I was the one who originally accepted Elena as my disciple." His tone was resentful.
The three of them snorted in unison: "You don't deserve it."
"What do you mean?" Leopold was furious. "I'm a Grand Mage, how can I be unworthy? Who among you is better than me? We're all Grand Mages anyway. Besides the Dean, who else has the right to compete with me?"
When the dean was mentioned, all three fell silent.
The dean drank his tea leisurely, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Elena, who was at the center of the vortex but had no decision-making power, spoke awkwardly: "Hello, I'm Elena, and it's an honor to meet you."
Faced with Elena's automatic introduction, the three put away their previous emotions and greeted her calmly.
"I'm your senior brother, my name is Ansel, welcome." This is the one who said Leopold was lucky before. He spoke sharply, but he looked very gentle and polite.
"I am also your senior brother. My name is Sidney. Welcome." This was the one who asked the dean if he was confirmed. He looked very ordinary, like a passerby, and did not look like a great wizard at all.
"I am also your senior brother. My name is DeWitt. Welcome." This was the first person to speak. He was very thin, even thinner than the dean. He looked like a typical malnourished person, which was completely inconsistent with his strong physical fitness as a great wizard.
As expected, appearance and personality are separate, even for a great wizard. One cannot judge a person's personality based on appearance.
Elena saluted the three brothers and said, "Thank you, brothers."
The dean put down his teacup and said, "Alright, let's not waste any more time. Let's begin the ceremony. The four of you will be witnesses."
Upon hearing this, Elena immediately looked at Leopold for help. This was the trust and habit they had developed from spending so much time together. "What is the ceremony like? What should I do? What should I prepare?"
She had never expected what would happen today. She didn't know that Leopold would rush her to become his disciple, she didn't know that Leopold would bring her to see the dean as a witness, and she didn't know that the dean would suddenly accept her as a disciple. Now that the time has come, she is completely confused.
Leopold leaned over and whispered to her, "Do you have anything on you that could be used as a gift? Just take it out and present it to the dean. And when you do, say something nice. That won't be a problem for you. You're a noble, so you're better at talking than us."
She is a noble, so she is more eloquent?
Elena was a little confused. Where did this logic come from?
However, if we use the compliments given by the old housekeeper, subordinates, and business partners on her good behavior as a template and apply it, it doesn't seem too difficult, right?
Elena had an idea in her mind, and then quickly searched for items on her body that could be used as gifts. She didn't have a space ring. Although she knew how to refine it, she hadn't collected all the materials, so she could only look for items on her body. However, most of the items she had on her were for women, and she couldn't give them to the dean.
Finally, Elena found one that was barely usable. She had a personal seal in her bag that she always carried with her, and it was inlaid with a gem.
Elena broke off the gem and gave it to her teacher as a gift, which was barely shabby.
Elena held the gem in her hands and knelt obediently in front of the dean: "Dean, although we have just met for the first time today, your reputation is so great that it resounds throughout the continent. I have admired you for a long time and have longed for you in my heart."
"The dean is a demigod, the pillar of the empire, and the supreme power revered by the world."
"I am truly humbled and overwhelmed with joy that the dean has taken a liking to me, a small, insignificant person like me, like an ant."
"I'm so excited I don't know how to express it. If the dean is willing to accept me as your disciple, please accept my gift. I will be deeply grateful and will prostrate myself at your feet for the rest of my life, carrying out your every wish."
After the template was finished, Elena waited for the dean to accept the gem.
However, there was silence, a deathly silence, an extremely awkward silence.
What's wrong? Elena quietly raised her head and peeked at the dean's reaction.
The dean looked down at her with complicated eyes.
She quickly lowered her head again.
In the end, the dean took the gem and said, "Don't say such empty, clichéd, and disgusting words anymore. Be a good mage and don't get tainted by the bad habits of the nobility."
After a pause, the dean emphasized his words again, "Especially the bad habit of flattery."
Elena: ??? Did I flatter the wrong person? Did I flatter the wrong person? Oops, my first impression is ruined.
Elena quickly defended herself: "I was too excited, my mind was blank, I didn't know what to say, I could only imitate what the others said. I'm sorry, teacher, I won't do it again next time."
The dean coughed and said, "Get up. Just speak properly next time."
Elena nodded heavily: "Disciple promises that I will change."
Actually, what she said was quite disgusting. I didn’t feel disgusted when I heard it, but why was it so disgusting when she said it?
After Elena lifted her skirt and stood up, Leopold leaned over again: "Do all your subordinates speak so exaggeratedly? Doesn't it make you uncomfortable? Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Elena glanced at him resentfully: "Didn't you ask me to say more nice things?"
Leopold shook his head. "But I didn't expect you to be so exaggerated."
Elena felt aggrieved: "I'm sorry, I disgusted you."
Leopold patted her and said, "Don't do that again next time."
"Yeah." Elena nodded.
Oh, it’s so hard to flatter someone.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
