Today's lesson is "Mysteries: A General History of the Continent of Elements".
As professionals, the students present may adventure in various corners of the Zhuyuan Continent in the future. When they explore the ruins of the Second Dynasty and even the First Dynasty, they will see those mysterious patterns and designs, which will connect with the history and secrets they have learned in this course.
Therefore, although this course may not seem to help improve one's skills, it is actually very necessary.
Just like last night, Yun Wei solved the gargoyle challenge by simply recalling a game instance from his previous life.
Only when professionals are familiar with the stories that have taken place on this mysterious continent can they return safely from the perilous ruins and reveal more of the past buried in the dust to the world.
The lecturer for this course, Mr. Rieu, was a short, white-haired old man with a bushy beard. He had a red, bulbous nose, and his thick glasses, perched on his nose, had layers of spirals, making him look like a hungover squirrel.
Perhaps they realized that the course wasn't very meaningful to the ambitious students sitting below—
After all, noble children learn a great deal about the secret history of the Zhuyuan Continent from their elders from a young age, which is more detailed, in-depth, and closer to the truth than what is recorded in textbooks.
Mr. Rieu stood alone on the podium, his lips moving rapidly beneath his beard, making it almost impossible to hear what he was saying. The students below, for reasons unknown, all looked drowsy.
Yun Wei lowered his head, silently flipping through the thick book in front of him. For him, it was better to quickly skim through the textbook than to struggle to understand where Mr. Rieu was talking about.
The textbooks were picked up yesterday afternoon by Susan from the academy's academic affairs office. They were beautifully made and said to be a new invention from Alchemy City in the last ten years.
Tucked inside the black leather cover was a pale yellow, rough sheet of paper and a large metal plate inlaid with magic crystals and covered with densely packed magical runes. By inputting a very small amount of magic power into the magic crystals, the contents of the book could be displayed on the paper, similar to the e-books of Yun Wei's previous life.
Yun Wei quickly scanned the table of contents, his gaze landing on the section titled "Radiant Holy Church: A Divine Kingdom with Overriding Power".
He clicked on it and started reading with great interest.
The Holy Church of Radiance was founded in the year 00 of the Dimensional Calendar by the Radiant Lord Dilis, who had repelled the invading evil god. Dilis then went to a higher plane, supposedly to save more lost beings struggling in darkness.
Yun Wei couldn't help but purse his lips. Perhaps it was because of his overly close relationship with Isaac, but he now unconsciously viewed Dilis through a biased lens, finding it hard to believe that the other party was truly as virtuous, upright, and compassionate as recorded in history.
He continued looking down.
The Holy Church of Radiance is divided into two core institutions: the College of Cardinals and the Order of the Divine Messenger. The College of Cardinals is directly managed by the Pope and has twelve cardinal bishops who are in charge of the twelve major dioceses divided on the continent of Zhuyuan. It also oversees the majestic Knights of Light.
The following chapters begin to recount in detail the outstanding figures and saints of the Glorious Church throughout history.
The name of the first Grand Master of the Knights is prominently listed.
Isaac Saint Moriti.
Upon seeing this familiar name, Yun Wei's gaze almost froze for a moment.
When he was first imprisoned in the dungeon, he was almost certain that the coffin suppressing him contained the remains of a great figure from the Holy Knights of Radiant Light. The surging power of light nearly depleted his necromantic power, and he was wracked with excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone.
But Isaac clearly stated that he was personally sealed in the "Coffin of Immortality" by the Lord of Light.
Yun Wei couldn't help but draw upon his own past experiences and conjure up a historical scenario in his mind:
After personally sealing Isaac away, Dilis feigned mourning for his former friend and posthumously honored Isaac as the first Grand Master of the Knights of Light.
It's disgusting.
Yun Wei suddenly understood why Isaac harbored such intense hatred for Dilis, and at this moment he felt a deep sympathy for Isaac.
The other party was only twenty-one years old when he was sealed away, a time of youthful vigor and high spirits, yet he was forced to sleep in the loneliness and darkness for hundreds of years.
The written accounts of Isaac's life are vague, a common problem with stories from eight hundred years ago. Like medieval Europe in the past, the Eastern art of papermaking had not yet been introduced to the continent of Zhuyuan, making the recording and transmission of knowledge exceptionally fragile.
With a fire, a war, or the weathering and decay of parchment, even the most glorious past is lost in the eternal corridor of history, becoming a distant myth, fragmented and sung about by wandering poets.
Even the most real things fade under the erosion of history. The word "eternity" is like the most distant star in the night sky to human civilization.
But Yun Wei clearly saw that the book said Isaac was the most talented warrior in the entire history of the Zhuyuan Continent. At the age of only twenty, he stood at a height that no human being of his time could ever hope to reach in their entire lives.
He is the youngest sword saint in the history of the Zhuyuan Continent! Without a doubt.
Sword Saint is a respectful title for a warrior who has reached the seventh level of professional status.
They are battle-hardened and unparalleled in bravery; they are agile and swift, moving freely; they are courageous and resolute, ready to die for their cause; their fighting spirit is inexhaustible, and their weapons are as easy to wield as an extension of their own limbs.
Where the sword's light shines, nothing can stand in its way. Where the blade is sharp, no one can be invincible.
At this moment, Yun Wei's heart was filled with complex emotions: heartache, pity, admiration, and pride. His heart was like a battlefield.
A strong desire suddenly welled up inside him; he wanted to hold Isaac tightly.
But Isaac wasn't there.
So Yunwei decided to secretly turn around and take a look at the other person.
And he did just that.
The elegant and handsome knight was currently resting with his eyes closed in the last row of the classroom. The summer morning light shone through the stained glass, casting shadows on his handsome face, and his brown hair hung lazily over his forehead, adding to his dashing appearance.
Beside him sat an elegant and sweet lady, quietly reading a book on the table.
The scene was peaceful and serene, like a beautiful painting. The handsome man and beautiful woman were a perfect match, yet it stung Yun Wei's eyes.
He awkwardly withdrew his gaze, turned around almost stiffly, and continued to look at the words in front of him, but he couldn't concentrate on anything.
Does Isaac like Vivian? He doesn't know. Perhaps they're just in the stage of mutual attraction.
A hero saves a damsel in distress, love at first sight... and it all seems perfectly natural.
Could he stop it? Of course not.
What could he possibly do? Yun Wei stared blankly at the cover on his fingertips, then pursed his lips.
He'd better do nothing... wait until the other person tells him that they've started dating, and then offer his heartfelt and sincere blessings as a friend.
That's fine. No extra steps are needed.
Yun Wei clenched his fists unconsciously, his fingertips turning pale and his knuckles making a slight cracking sound.
"What's wrong, little guy? Heh, are you jealous?" A flirtatious voice sounded in his ear, as Richard leaned close to his ear.
Richard secretly activated his dragon innate abilities, controlling the wind's direction so that no one could hear his whispered words.
His voice was tender and seductive, as if he were whispering sweet nothings, but it was also like a colorful venomous snake: "Look at them, a perfect match, so handsome and beautiful~ I told you yesterday, only we are the same kind of people."
“Claude, you really should consider me. I’m no worse than that guy. If you agree, I can sign a contract with you and become your slave—I can even do whatever you want.”
"And you will become the first dragon mage on the continent of Zhuyuan, becoming the next new legend."
His cold, vertical pupils were devoid of emotion, yet they seemed to be reciting the most passionate love poem. Seeing that Yun Wei did not answer, Richard reached out to touch the other's fingertips resting on the book.
Just as they were about to touch, Yun Wei silently moved his hand away. He turned his head, staring intently at the alluring man beside him, and coldly refused, "Absolutely not."
When the usually silent Yun Wei began to erupt, it was a torrent of monologues, like the chanting of a grand mage, which no one could interrupt.
The thin, Asian man, his eyes blazing and his lips cold, began his counterattack, refusing to yield an inch.
“Do you know what you look like right now, Richard? You look like a wild beast that has lost its mate, desperately searching for a replacement.”
"Where is your partner? If you are really as affectionate as you say, what are you doing now? Richard, you're acting like a spoiled brat."
"Precisely because we are the same kind of people, I can tell you frankly that it's impossible between us. We each have our own secrets, and I don't want to waste my time and energy on these boring games."
After speaking at length, Yun Wei was a little out of breath. Fortunately, Richard controlled the wind elements around him, so no one could hear what he had just said.
This opportunity to vent helped him release some of the pent-up frustration in his heart. He was an extremely sensitive person, and he could sense whether Richard was truly in love with him or just playing around.
The other person looked at him with a distant gaze, as if looking at another person through him, which made him feel uneasy and offended.
"Tsk." Richard was somewhat embarrassed by having his secret exposed. He stared at Yun Wei dangerously and threatened, "Little guy, you've gotten bolder, daring to talk to me like that. Aren't you afraid I'll crush your neck in a fit of anger?"
Yun Wei sneered, nonchalantly retorting, "You can try."
The first taboo in the college is that classmates must not attack each other.
To put it another way, he believed even more that his followers would not remain indifferent when he was in danger.
After all, Isaac is the most gifted swordsman in the history of the game!
But Xie Mulang on the right suddenly nudged him with his elbow.
The invisible barrier of the wind element was removed in an instant, and the white noise in the classroom reappeared, only now the empty classroom was completely silent.
Yun Wei looked up and saw Mr. Rieu standing on the podium, frowning and looking in his direction, his thick glasses reflecting a cold light.
"This student, please repeat what I just said about the phenological differences between the plains on both sides of the Durand River."
"..."
Yun Wei's smile froze. He stood up expressionlessly, turned to the corresponding chapter, and began to read aloud.
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