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Several students on the track should be people familiar to Shala. After seeing Shala, they all came over one after another. There were men and women. However, when they saw me standing next to Shala, they stopped again. They hesitated, not knowing whether to come over, but Sara smiled and greeted them first.
"Nia, Weiss, good morning everyone."
Seeing Sara's sweet smile as always, they emboldened themselves, walked over, and said hello to me first.
"Hello, sir." "Good morning, sir."...
"kindness."
I smiled and nodded. It's good to be in a different world. If it were the original world, these guys wouldn't care who you are! Just ignore it.
Seeing my approachable appearance, they were relieved and started chatting with Shala, but their eyes looked towards me from time to time, seeming to be very curious about my identity.
Seeing their appearance, I couldn't help but think of my school days. It seems that the training camp is no different. However, the people here may be because of the war. Although they are not old, they are much more mature.
Sarala is obviously the core of this small group. Think about it. Although she is not from a famous family, she still has a job transfer father. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a rich lady. With her appearance and personality, it is natural to get With everyone's support, and seeing the eager eyes of the boys in this small group, even some students on the track looked over from time to time, one can imagine how lethal Shala is. Of course, there are more students who are concentrating on training. After all, in this world, survival and strength are much more important than women.
At this moment, Sara was a little absent-minded. She wanted to introduce her eldest brother to everyone, but for some reason, everyone seemed to avoid him intentionally or unintentionally, leaving her unable to find a topic. I was afraid of neglecting my elder brother. So I could only hold his arm tightly and keep saying "Yeah, yeah, yeah".
Unable to bear to see Sara's embarrassed look for help, I coughed lightly and took a step forward. Suddenly, the voices of this group of people stopped in shock. It seems that my identity still puts a lot of pressure on them.
"Zara. Please introduce your friends to me, I'm very curious." I glanced at the seven women and five men and said with a smile.
"Properly."
Seeing how considerate I was, a moving smile suddenly appeared on Sara's face.
"They are my good friends, this is Nia, this is Weisi..." After Shala introduced them one by one, she took my arm and showed the unique charm of a girl in love on her face.
"He is... he is my... um, big brother, um... not either. This..."
When it came time to introduce me, Sara didn't know what to say. Originally, given the reserve of a young girl, the term "big brother" was the most appropriate. But seeing the unconcealed curiosity of her friends and the ignorant sensitivity of the girl in love made her feel threatened - it's not like this. Although he is the eldest brother, he is closer than the eldest brother. He belongs only to me. A person's big brother.
She wanted others to know, but she didn't know how to express it. Thinking of this, she immediately turned her crimson eyes dyed with a layer of hazy gauze to look at her big brother. In her mind, Big brother is omnipotent and can definitely understand what he means.
Of course, I couldn't understand what little idea was running in Sara's mind, but I couldn't ignore her look for help, so I could only continue what Sara said.
"Well, hello everyone, my name is Wu Fan, and I am currently Shala's brother. However, after Shala completes her studies, she will officially become my wife."
"Touch", I seemed to be able to hear the heartbroken voices of the five boys inside. Seeing their dejected faces, I couldn't help but feel a chill. Why does this shot look so familiar? Isn't it a classic shot in most novels? ? The person who plays the role of fiancé is usually a sinister and mentally retarded villain. At this time, if the plot develops, there should be a "certain male protagonist" who is not afraid of "power" to stand up, shout loudly, and bravely fight for his love. .
It is a pity that the novel is a novel after all, and there is a big difference in status and level. Even if you give them ten courages, they would not dare to stand up and say anything. These five people deserve to have the qualifications of mages, and they will quickly adjust rationally. mentality, after all, they are not here to fall in love, love is still too far away for them. However, there is still a trace of disappointment and helplessness in their eyes when they look at me and Sara. It seems that they are going to I've been depressed for a while.
Originally, I said this just to make other people give up, but unexpectedly, it happened exactly what Shala thought. At this time, she turned back, nodded slightly, and looked at her big brother with obsessed eyes. , hugging his arm tightly, the girl's heart of first love is as sweet as soaking in a honey pot.
Sara's loving gaze made me unable to bear it. I sweated that I was just telling my previous promise. There was no need to be so excited. Looking at her blurred eyes, which were watery, As if covered with a layer of mist and charming, the petite and perfect nose,
Fanning, the thin cherry lips parted slightly, with a soft luster and a faint and fatal alluring aura. If my self-control had not improved greatly, I might have turned into a lower-body animal.
Fortunately, Sara's back is turned to her friend and she is pressed tightly against me. Only I can see her expression. If anyone else sees her seductive look, I will be in big trouble. , the number of love rivals will definitely increase exponentially.
"Ahem..."
I coughed a few times to let my nearly boiling animal blood cool down, and then gently stroked her little head. I particularly liked this action. Sara's hair was so soft and tactile, and every time After every touch, a faint scent of hair will still remain on your hands. Is this the male version of a different world where beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
"Hey, you guys, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you come over and join the exercise?"
A middle-aged voice came from not far away. ha? This voice seems a bit...
Hearing the sound, the other 12 people turned around hurriedly. Even Shala hurriedly held my little hand and held it from morning until now. Once the warm and soft feeling left, I was really not used to it.
I couldn't help but look up and saw some impression of the sound. Secondly, I also want to meet this "teaching director" level figure. What does it look like?
After seeing his appearance clearly, I was speechless - Damn, no wonder the voice is so familiar. Isn't this the "talkative" mage in the black wasteland? But thanks to him. Only then can I get to know Dhruv and the others.
He didn't seem to notice me. At this time, he came over with a serious face and loudly scolded Sara and the others. That dean-like tone made me stunned for a moment, sweat...
After a while, the verbose mage stopped without finishing his thoughts. He was about to urge these students to go exercise, but he finally found me standing aside, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"Hello, we meet again." I nodded slightly.
"Hello... hello, respected sir." The mage's voice stuttered a bit. He was a big shot in Rogge's camp. Why did you come here?
"You're welcome, I just came to the training camp casually with Sara. Aren't you in the teleportation station in the black wasteland? How come you are also the teacher here...oh. Mentor?" I asked curiously. asked.
"The task of guarding the transfer station is determined by drawing lots. My original job is to be a mentor." The mage explained in a matter-of-fact manner, which almost made me fall to the ground. Drawing lots? No wonder Akara said that the old guys in the Teachers' Union are all naughty characters.
When the instructor came, it was natural for Shala and the others to stay no longer. A group of people returned to the track and began to exercise slowly.
"Excuse me..." I just remembered now that I still don't know the name of this mage.
"Oh, really... it's really rude. My name is Yale, Harvetus. You can just call me Yale." Yale was so smart that he saw what I meant at a glance.
"Well, Master Yale, you are Sara's mentor, right?" I said bluntly without being polite to him.
"Yes, Lord Fan."
"So what do you think of Sara's talent?"
"Is that Shala?" Yale's eyes fell on Shala in the distance, and finally shook his head.
"It's not very likely that she will become a wizard." Sure enough, they are all straight-headed nerds. They clearly know that Sara and I have a close relationship, can't we say it more tactfully?
Seeing the gritted look in my eyes, this "talkative" mage suddenly came to his senses and continued speaking quickly.
"However, this child's understanding of fire magic is no worse than that of a wizard. However, I believe Lord Fan also knows that if you are only proficient in one type of magic, you will not be able to change your profession to become a wizard."
"You mean, Sara is only talented in the fire element, and other elements...?" I said a little unwillingly.
"I'm afraid that's the case. Therefore, she is very likely to become an excellent mercenary, but if she wants to change her profession to a wizard, to be honest, it is unlikely."
"Okay, I understand, thank you, Master Yale."
"No, Lord Fan, I'm just doing my job."
"I'll ask you to take more care of Sara after we have her."
Seeing that I actually saluted him, Yale was a little overwhelmed and promised: "Where...where, please...please don't do this. I will definitely take good care of Shala in the future, and I will also inform other instructors. Absolutely You won’t be disappointed.”
Khan, it turns out he is more than just a mentor, so that’s good.
"However, Sir Fan really loves Sara very much." Yale said a little unbelievably. A high-level job transferee actually saluted a magician with a much lower status than him. This was very impressive in Yale's eyes. things.
"Because she is my fiancée." I said lightly, and Yale nodded thoughtfully.
"Wait, sir, can I spare some of your time?"
Just when I was about to say goodbye, Yale suddenly stopped me...
The courses in the mage training camp are not very rigorous. If you go there in the morning, it is physical training. Although the mage has soldiers in front to protect him.
But there will always be times when you encounter an invincible enemy and need to escape. Your warrior can carry you and escape together, so physical strength is still a must. Especially for sword mages, mercenaries suitable for both near and far, physical fitness and swordsmanship training are even more essential.
After the physical training in the morning, there is a formal course, which is explained by the teacher and is divided into three stages: junior high school and high school. This division method is very rough, just like a junior class. Some students have just arrived. They will definitely not be able to keep up with the courses, and some who are about to be promoted are already familiar with the courses taught by the instructors, so there is nothing they can do. After all, there is no unified teaching model for the beginning of the semester. The instructors only constantly explain the knowledge to be learned at this stage, and most of them have to rely on their own efforts. There is no guarantee of further education and employment here. If you can't persist until the end, you can only go home to graze and farm. After the morning class, you will continue to meditate and practice in the afternoon.
After Sara and others finished their early morning physical exercise, they all came to the classroom. The so-called underground classroom was actually a large open-air tent. Some even taught directly in the open air. Sara was the second student in the junior magic class. Group. When they all sat down and opened the complicated and thick magic book in their hands, their mentor Yale also walked in, unexpectedly. There was a figure following behind, and Sara rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Who is that person if not her eldest brother?
Uh... I didn't want to come originally. Not to mention that I have almost no theoretical knowledge of magic. I originally wanted to show the training methods of special forces in the original world. Aren't there many plots like this in novels? But after I really saw the training methods of those soldiers, I put all those things behind my mind very wisely. ***,...:.In war, the methods of training soldiers have long been more advanced and harder than the training of special forces. It’s twice as bad, you really think that people from other worlds are fools!
However, in the end, I still couldn't resist the temptation. I don't know how to describe magic. I believe that students are already tired of hearing this knowledge. But my experience in the past year is all genuine. It is more than enough to bluff these students.
Master Yale first respectfully asked me to stand aside, and then walked up to everyone with a serious face. He did not see him being wordy, but directly entered the topic.
"Hello everyone, today, we are fortunate to invite one of the most powerful job changers in the Rogge camp - Lord Wu Fan, the lone druid, to teach us a valuable lesson. Please be sure to hold it in mind. Be grateful and listen carefully to Master Fan's teachings. In the future, you will find that every word of Master Fan is a guidepost for your survival."
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The students below suddenly burst into an uproar. Even these future mages, who are known for their rationality, were shocked. The training camp had invited many people to teach before, but they were all new job transfers, or simply experienced ones. mercenaries, really powerful high-level career changers, how can they have the time to teach rookies like them!
Moreover, Wu Fan, the lone druid, is even more unknown to these young people who worship heroes. The genius druid who changed jobs at the age of 21, practiced alone and reached level 15 in less than + ( Old information from the Black Wasteland). His deeds from the Cold Fields to the Taymor Highlands were spread from the mouths of many adventurers who had received his favor or fought alongside him, which was enough to convince these students who could not even defeat the Sinking Demon. Crazy about it.
Among the students, Sarana's 12 friends were especially surprised. She thought that I was just a new job transfer person. She never thought that I was the one who almost became the second master after Sharna. The druids were all looking at me in shock at this time, regretting why they didn't have more conversations with me just now, which would be enough to brag to others for a long time, and they were even more jealous of Sara.
I walked up to the stage amidst the murmurs of everyone's comments, and then blinked at Shala imperceptibly. At this time, she was looking at me dreamily, with attachment and admiration in her eyes, even for me, a love idiot. You can see it too.
When I walked onto the stage, the place below had already quieted down. Looking at the hundreds of pairs of hot eyes below me looked at me, which made me a little uncomfortable. This is not good. I want to maintain my image. I can't embarrass myself in front of Sara.
I took a gentle breath, kept a straight face, and gave the students a cold look. The aura cultivated by years of killing immediately suppressed these little guys.
"I believe everyone has heard about me, so I won't talk nonsense anymore. Regarding the knowledge of magic, although Druids are also proficient in it, I specialize in transformation and summoning. I have an understanding of magic. It’s not in-depth, so what I want to talk about today is not magic, but knowledge about experience that may determine your life or death. Of course, the premise is that you can at least become a mercenary. Otherwise, you will be treated as a mercenary. Tell a story."
There was a touch of arrogance in his indifferent tone. These days, if you are not a little arrogant or arrogant, others will not take you seriously.
