"It has something to do with your prophecy. The third-year professional core course in the Department of Necromancer and Life may... well, not be suitable for you." Professor Black Amber said, but did not give a direct answer.
"That prophecy that I am destined to defeat the Demon King?" Russell asked.
"There are three sentences in the prophecy. The first sentence is 'Russell will definitely defeat the King of Demons'.
"If you can successfully be promoted to the second grade, I will tell you the second sentence of the prophecy. When you are promoted to the third grade, I will tell you the third sentence."
Black Amber said, looking at Russell's eyes, but there was some indescribable strange emotion in his eyes.
The prophecy said...
"If I am really the son of the prophecy, of course I will be happy. But I am still worried that you have found the wrong person." Russell said suddenly.
Black Amber couldn't help but smile:
"Every child of prophecy who considers himself ordinary has a process of self-denial. Children, don't belittle yourself. Anyone can become a hero."
"Professor, you have misunderstood. I am not belittling myself. In most stories, the only function of prophecies is to be misinterpreted. A prophecy that is correctly interpreted, develops completely according to normal and comes true naturally is too boring for the story. .”
If the prophecy points not to himself, but to the Russell who wrote "History of Western Philosophy", then one can only hope that Professor Black Amber of the Department of Death and Life knows how to summon the souls of the dead. Russell thought.
"You don't have to worry about this. Mr. Principal has confirmed that the prophecy points to you." Professor Black Amber explained.
Before Russell could say anything, he heard a majestic cascading voice.
"The sorting ceremony officially begins!"
How does the sorting ceremony take place?
Russell was curious about this and looked at the wooden chairs on the table in front of the auditorium.
Behind the wooden chair is a large wooden hammer suspended in the air.
What a strange arrangement... Russell frowned slightly.
"New students please come on stage one after another and accept the sorting." A teacher directed the students.
Many freshmen lined up, preparing to go on stage one by one, whispering to each other.
Because major allocation will take into account the subjective will of freshmen to a certain extent, the specific major they will choose is also related to their wishes.
“I don’t know what major I will be assigned to.”
"I hope I can go to the Creation and Summoning Department, be able to create extraordinary items, and have guaranteed employment."
"Please, that's something only third-year students can do. If you can become a third-year super genius, do you still have to worry about employment?"
"How cool are the necromancy and life systems, Necromancer. I don't even have to find a girlfriend."
"My family is a corpse hunter in western Hunan. There are too many cremations now and we can't catch the corpses at all. Although I don't know what the difference is between the teaching content of the necromancy and life departments in the college. But it is probably a sinkhole, so don't enter!"
"I heard that prediction is already a sunset industry. Isn't the future of astrology and numerology not promising?"
"Don't believe that alchemy is easy to find a job, or that the 21st century is the century of alchemy. Don't touch the huge tome on transformation and transformation..."
A girl with short aqua hair walked up first and sat on a wooden chair. It was Nanami who had teamed up with Shiro before.
boom!
The big wooden hammer suspended in the air suddenly fell and hit Nanami on the head.
Nanami gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out in pain.
In the rear seat, Russell showed some doubts:
"Is this what the sorting ceremony is like?"
"In order for the sorting hammer to better connect students' thinking and understand their talents, the sorting hammer needs to have close enough contact with the students' heads. Head-banging is a ritual extended from the Zen 'stick drink' method, which can Let the subject understand what he really wants, the occult principles involved are quite profound..."
Professor Black Amber explained calmly.
The Sorting Hammer floated back into the air.
A human face appeared on the wooden hammer, and he hesitated for a moment.
Nanami held her breath, waiting for the results of the sorting.
The human face on the sorting hammer loudly announced the result:
"Nanami, Department of Civil Engineering."
Russell turned his head and asked Black Amber again:
"What major is civil engineering? It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with magic school."
"The Department of Earth and Wood Elemental Magic and Supernatural Architectural Engineering is a newly opened major in the college. Although the number of majors is not large yet, the prospects are very attractive." Professor Black Amber introduced confidently.
"Oh, that sounds pretty good." Russell nodded.
On the stage, Nanami stepped down from her seat, her brows tightened and her expression looked bad.
It must have hurt a lot from being hit on the head.
Other boys and girls also sat on the wooden chairs one after another, and were hit on the head by the sorting hammer one after another.
After knowing what major they were assigned to, some people smiled happily, some were gloomy, some cried loudly, and some cried loudly in pain.
Russell noticed that the Department of Necromancy and Life, which Professor Black Amber was in charge of, seemed to have the second smallest number of people, only more than the Department of Civil Engineering.
Soon it will be Russell's turn to take the stage.
The person in front of Russell, a girl with a gloomy temperament, is now sitting on a chair, waiting for the Sorting Hammer to announce the result.
The girl was wearing pure black clothes, with bangs hanging down, covering almost half of her face, making it difficult to see her eyes and subtle facial expressions.
Her temperament is gloomy, as if the temperature drops a little if you stand next to her.
Russell's heart moved:
This girl looks exactly like a female ghost and has highly recognizable features. She may be a plot character!
"Nocturne, Necromancer and Life Department!" Sorting Hammer announced the result loudly.
Nocturne? Sounds a bit familiar.
Russell suddenly remembered that he had heard this pseudonym before when the list of successful candidates was announced.
