(Should the little black cat wizard enter Zorian's body, arranged by the goddess, so that you don't have to listen to the story of the tavern cat every day? Haha, let's get to the point, a new chapter of the great magic academy, thank you, come with me. . . . )
. . . . One: Good morning brother. . . .
Zorian's eyes flew open and a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. His whole body twitched, resisting the object that fell on him, and suddenly he was completely awake, with no trace of sleep in his mind.
"Good morning, brother!" An irritatingly cheerful voice sounded above his head. "Good morning, good morning, good morning!!!"
Zorian glared at his sister, but she just smiled cheekily at him, still lying on his stomach. She hummed with obvious contentment, tapping her feet in amusement as she studied the giant world map Zorian had nailed to the wall next to her bed. Or rather, pretending to study - Zorian could see her watching him intently out of the corner of her eye, waiting for his reaction.
That's what he gets for not locking the door mysteriously.
"Get off," he told her in the calmest voice he could muster.
"Mom, wake you up," she said matter-of-factly, not moving from her spot.
"No, she didn't," Zorian muttered, holding back his anger and waiting patiently until she let her guard down. As expected, Kiriel became visibly agitated after just a few minutes of feigning disinterest. Just before she exploded, Zorian quickly grabbed her legs and breasts and flipped her off the side of the bed. She fell hard to the ground and let out a cry of rage, Zorian quickly jumping to his feet to better prepare for any violence she might decide to retaliate against. He glanced down at her and sniffed disdainfully. "I'll make sure to remember that next time someone asks me to wake you up. Ha."
"That's a good possibility," she retorted defiantly. "You always sleep longer than me."
Zorian just sighed in defeat. Damn you little devil, but she was right.
"So..." She jumped excitedly, "Are you excited?"
Zorian watched her for a moment as she jumped around his room like a monkey on steroids. Sometimes he wished he had her boundless energy.
"About what?" Zorian asked innocently, pretending not to know. Of course he knew what she meant, but constantly asking the obvious questions was the quickest way to frustrate his sister and give up on a conversation he didn't want to have.
"Back to the academy!" she wailed, clearly aware of what he was doing. He needs to learn some new tricks. "Learn magic. Can you show me some magic?"
Zorian let out a long sigh. El had always considered him her playmate, and although he tried not to encourage her, she usually stayed within certain unspoken boundaries. This year, however, that was completely out of the question, and her mother completely disagreed with his request to control her. She said that all he did was read all day so it wasn't like he was doing anything important...Thankfully the summer break was over and he could finally get away from them.
"Kili, I have to pack. Why don't you go pester Toph for a change?"
She frowned unhappily and glanced at him, then as if she remembered something, she suddenly came to her senses and ran out of the room quickly. Zorian's eyes widened when he realized what she was doing, but it was too late.
"No!" he yelled as he chased her, causing the bathroom door to slam into his face. He knocked on the door in frustration. "Damn it, Kiri! You've got plenty of time to go to the bathroom before I wake up!"
"It sucks to be you," was her only answer.
After a few curse words he was sure that she would stay in there for a long time, if only to annoy him.
Zorian quickly changed out of his pajamas, put on his glasses, and took a moment to look around his room. He was pleased to note that El didn't look through his things before waking him. She has a very vague concept of (other people's) privacy.
It didn't take Zorian long to pack - to be honest, he'd never really unpacked before, and as he was packing his school supplies, he was annoyed to find that some of his textbooks were missing. He could try locating spells, but he was pretty sure he knew where they ended up - Kiriel had a habit of taking them to her room, no matter how many times Zorian told her to keep her slimy little fingers away from them. Acting on his instinct, he carefully checked his writing supplies, and sure enough, he found that they were greatly exhausted.
It happens all the time—every time he comes home, El raids his school supplies. Putting aside the moral issues inherent in breaking into your brother's room to steal his stuff, what on earth was she doing with those pencils and erasers? This time he bought more for his sister, but it was still not enough. He couldn't find an eraser in the drawer, so he bought a whole pack before going home. Zorian had never understood why Kiriel couldn't simply ask his mother to buy her some books and pens of her own. She was the youngest and only daughter, so her mother was always happy to pamper her—she convinced her mother to buy her a doll that cost five times more than a few books and a stack of pencils.
Regardless, while Zorian had no illusions about seeing his writing supplies again, he did need those textbooks. Thinking of this, he strode towards his sister's room, ignoring the "Keep out!" prompt. warning on the door, his missing book was soon found in its rightful place - cleverly hidden under the bed, behind a few conveniently placed stuffed animals.
After packing his bags, he went downstairs to get something to eat and see what his mother wanted him to do.
Although his family thinks he just likes to sleep in, Zorian actually wakes up late for a reason. This meant he could eat in peace as everyone else had already had breakfast by then. Nothing irritated him more than someone trying to strike up a conversation while he was eating, which was when the rest of his family was most chatty. It's a pity that his mother didn't want to wait for him today. When she saw him coming down, she immediately pounced on him. He hadn't even finished walking down the stairs before she noticed something about him that she didn't like.
"You're not really planning to go out like this, are you?" she asked.
"What's the problem?" Zorian asked. He wore a plain brown suit, not unlike what other boys wore when they went into town. That seemed fine to him.
"You can't go out like this," his mother said with a bitter sigh. “What do you think people are going to say when they see you wearing it?”
"Nothing?" Zorian tried.
"Don't be so hard," she snapped at him. "Our family is one of the pillars of this town. Every time we leave our home we are watched. I know you don't care about these things, but appearance is important to a lot of people. You need to realize you are not a On an island, you can't decide things like you can alone in the world. You are part of this family and your actions will inevitably affect our reputation. I will not let you embarrass me like a common factory worker. Get back to you Go to your room and change into suitable clothes."
Zorian restrained himself from rolling his eyes and turned his back to her. Maybe her guilt trip would have been more effective if this was the first time she'd tried it on him. It wasn't worth arguing about, though, so he changed into a more expensive set of clothes. This was completely excessive considering he was going to spend the whole day on the train, but when his mother saw him coming down the stairs, she nodded with satisfaction. She made him turn around and pose like a performing animal for a while before declaring him "pretty decent." He went to the kitchen and, to his annoyance, his mother followed him. It seems that I didn’t have peace of mind to eat today.
Fortunately, my father is on a "business trip" and I don't have to deal with him today.
He entered the kitchen and saw a bowl of porridge waiting for him on the table.
"I thought I'd prepare something for you today, I know you always like porridge," she said. Zorian didn't mention that he hadn't liked it since he was about eight years old. "You slept longer than I thought, though. It got cold while I was waiting for you."
Zorian rolled his eyes and cast a slightly modified "hot water" spell on the porridge, which immediately returned to a pleasant temperature.
He ate his breakfast in silence while his mother talked to him at length about a crop-related dispute one of their suppliers was involved in.
"Mom," he interrupted her, "I just woke up with Kiri jumping on me, I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom, and now you're bugging me while I'm eating. Either get to the point, or wait for me Wait a few minutes after breakfast.”
"She did it again?" his mother asked, amusement evident in her voice.
Zorian rubbed his eyes, said nothing, and then secretly pocketed an apple from the bowl on the table when his mother wasn't paying attention. Kyriele did a lot of annoying things over and over again, but complaining to her mother was just a waste of time. No one in this family is on his side.
"Oh, come on," his mother said, noticing his less than happy reaction. "She's just bored and wants to play with you. You take things too seriously, just like your father."
"I'm nothing like my father!" Zorian insisted, raising his voice and glaring at her. That's why he hates eating with other people. He returned to breakfast with renewed vigor, eager to get it done as quickly as possible.
"Of course not," my mother said lightly, then suddenly changed the subject. "Actually, this reminds me of something. Your father and I are going to Kos to visit Daimen."
Zorian held the spoon in his mouth to prevent himself from making a sarcastic comment. It's always the door that's open to this, the door that's open to that. Sometimes Zorian wondered why his parents had three more children when they were clearly so enamored with their eldest son. Really, going to another continent just to see him? What, if I don’t see him for a year, will I die?
"What does this have to do with me?" Zorian asked.
"It's going to be a long visit," she said. "We'll be there for about six months, most of which will be spent traveling from one place to another. You and Toph will be at the academy, of course, but I'm worried about El. She's only nine, I don’t feel comfortable taking her with us.”
Zorian paled, finally understanding what she wanted from him. hell. No.
"Mom, I'm 15," he protested.
"So?" she asked. "Your father and I were married when we were your age."
"Times are changing. Besides, I spend most of the day at the Academy," Zorian replied. "Why don't you ask Toph to look after her? He's a year older and has his own apartment."
"Toff is in fourth grade," his mother said sternly. "He's graduating this year, so he has to focus on his grades."
"You mean he refused," Zorian concluded loudly.
"Besides..." she continued, ignoring his words, "I'm sure you know how irresponsible Fortov can be at times. I don't think he's fit to raise a little girl."
"Whose fault is that?" Zorian complained under his breath, loudly dropping his spoon and pushing the plate away. Maybe Fortov was irresponsible because he knew that if Zorian stayed stupid long enough, his parents would pass the responsibility on to Zorian. Didn't she think of that? Why does it always fall on him to deal with imps? Forget it, he doesn't want to suffer like this! If Fortov is too good to take care of Kiriel, then neither is Zorian!
Moreover, the little rascal would undoubtedly have reported everything he had done to his mother. The best thing about going to school so far away from home is that he can do whatever he wants without his family knowing anything about it, and there's no way he's going to give that up. Really, this was just an obvious ploy by his mother to keep an eye on him so she could teach him a little more about family pride and etiquette.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this either," Zorian continued loudly. "A few minutes ago you were saying I was an embarrassment to the family. We don't want to corrupt little Kiri with my indifferent attitude, do we?"
"I don't--"
"No!" Zorian shouted.
"Oh, whatever," she sighed helplessly. "But to be honest, I'm not suggesting—"
"What are you talking about?" Kyriel shouted after him.
"We were discussing what a terrible boy you are," Zorian retorted immediately.
"No, you're not!"
Zorian rolled his eyes, stood up from his seat, and prepared to go to the bathroom, only to find an angry little sister blocking his way. There was a knock on the door.
She knew her mother would ask one of them to open the door
Just like that, Zorian found himself staring at a bespectacled woman wearing expensive-looking khaki clothes and holding a thick book in her arms.
The woman looked at him and adjusted her glasses. "Zorian Kaczynski?"
"Uh, really?" he said, unsure of how to react to this development.
"I am Ilsa Zileti, from the Royal Academy of Magical Arts of Cooria. I am here to discuss the results of your certification."
The color drained from Zorian's face. They sent a real mage to talk to him! ? What did he do to guarantee this! ? Mom wants to skin him alive!
"You're not in trouble, Mr. Kaczynski," she said, smiling. "The College has a habit of sending representatives to the third-year students to discuss various issues of interest. I admit that I should have visited you earlier, but I have been a little busy this year. I apologize to you."
Zorian stared at her for a few seconds.
"May I come inside?"
"Huh? Oh!" Zorian said. "Excuse my behavior, Miss Zileti. Come in, come in."
"Thank you." She agreed politely and walked into the house.
After a quick introduction to his mother and sister, the mother quickly decided that she had to go to the market in town and took El with her, leaving him alone in the house with the mage, who promptly scattered the various documents around On the kitchen table.
"So, Zorian," she began. "You already know you're certified."
"Yes, I received written notice," Zorian said. "There is no mage tower in Xilin, so I plan to get the badge when I return to Keoria."
Ilsa simply handed him a sealed scroll. Zorian examined the scroll for a few seconds before trying to open the seal so he could read it. Unfortunately, the seal is difficult to break. Even this is unnatural.
He frowned. If Ilsa didn't think he was capable of opening it, she wouldn't have given him the scroll like this. Some kind of test? He wasn't anyone special, so it must have been an easy thing. What skills does each newly born mage possess that can...
oh. He almost rolled his eyes when he realized what was going on. He poured some mana into the seal, which quickly snapped in half, allowing Zorian to finally unroll the scroll. The words above were written very neatly and seemed to be proof of his identity as a junior mage. He glanced back at Ilsa, who nodded approvingly, confirming to Zorian that he had just passed some kind of test.
“You don’t actually have to get your badge until you’re done with school,” she said. "Badges are very expensive, and unless you plan on opening a shop or otherwise selling your magical expertise, no one is really going to bother you. If they do bother you for some reason, just refer them to the Academy and we It will solve the problem.”
Zorian shrugged. While he did plan to break away from his family, he preferred to wait until graduation, which was two years later. He motioned for her to continue.
"Okay then. Records show that you have been living in Academy dormitories for the past two years. I assume you plan to continue?"
Zorian nodded and she reached into her pocket and handed him a rather strange key. Zorian knew how locks generally worked and could even pick simpler locks given enough time, but he couldn't figure out how the key was supposed to work - it had no "teeth" to mate with the pins inside the lock. Based on intuition, he poured some mana into it, and the metal surface suddenly lit up with faint golden lines. He looked at Ilsa silently and asked.
"Third year accommodation is different than what you're used to," she told him. "You may also know that now that you are a certified first-level mage, the academy has the authority to teach you spells of first-level and above. Since you will be handling sensitive materials, higher security is required, so you will move Enter the other building. The lock on your door is locked with your mana key, so you have to channel some of your personal mana into the key like you just did, and then the door will unlock."
"Ah," said Zorian. He turned the key lazily in his hand, wondering how on earth they had obtained his mana signature. He thought that there was something he could study in the future.
"Normally, I'd explain to you in detail what it means to be a third-year student at the Theoria Academy of Magic, but I heard you're about to start the train, so why don't we just jump to the main reason I'm here? .": Your advisor and electives. If you want to know anything in the future, you can ask me. "
Zorian was excited about this, especially the mention of "mentor". Every third grade has a mentor who they meet weekly and is expected to teach students in ways that are not possible in a standard classroom format and help them reach their highest potential. Choosing one's mentor can make or break one's magical career, and Zorian knew he had to choose carefully. Fortunately, he asked some senior students which ones were good and which ones were bad. He wanted to get at least an upper-middle level exam.
"So which mentors can I choose?" Zorian asked.
"Well, actually, I'm afraid you can't," Ilsa said apologetically. "Like I said, I should have found you sooner. Unfortunately, all the student slots are currently full except for one tutor."
Zorian had a bad feeling about this... "Who is this mentor?"
"Zhao Xvim."
Zorian shouted, burying his face in his hands. Of all the teachers, Xvim is widely regarded as the worst tutor you could ever have. It has to be him, right?
"It's not that bad," Ilsa assured him. "These rumors are mostly exaggerated, and mostly spread by students who are unwilling to do the work Professor Xvim requires. I'm sure a talented, hard-working student like you will have no problem."
Zorian snorted. "I don't think there's any chance of transferring, right?"
"Not really. We had a very high pass rate last year and all the tutors were packed with students. Professor Xvim is the least loaded of the existing tutors."
"God, I don't know why," Zorian muttered. "Okay, okay. Where are the electives?"
Ilsa handed him another scroll, this one unsealed and containing a list of all the elective courses offered by the academy. long time. very long. You can sign up for almost anything, even things that aren't strictly magical in nature: like advanced mathematics, classics, and architecture. This is indeed to be expected, as Ikosia's magical traditions have always been inextricably linked to other intellectual pursuits.
"This year you can take up to five electives, but no less than three. It would be a lot easier for us if you did this now so we can finalize the schedule the weekend before classes start. Don't Be intimidated by the sheer size of the list. Even if the course you choose doesn't interest you, you can switch to a different elective within the first month of school."
Zorian frowned. There were many elective courses, and he wasn't sure which one he wanted to take. He has been cheated in the tutor department and he really can't mess up here anymore. This takes a while.
"Please don't take this the wrong way, Miss Zileti, but would you mind if we took a break before continuing?"
"Of course not," she said. "Is there a problem?"
"Not at all," Zorian promised. "It's just that I really want to go to the bathroom."
. . . . . two. . . . .
As his family entered the Silin train station, Zorian followed them silently, ignoring Toph's warm welcome to some of his "friends". He scanned the crowd at the train station, looking for familiar faces, but as expected it was empty, he didn't really know many people from his hometown.
"Why don't you join Toph?"
Because they are immature idiots
He sighed and looked at the empty railroad tracks in annoyance. The train is late. He didn't mind, but waiting in the crowd was torture. His family would never understand, but Zorian hated crowds. Actually, it wasn't anything tangible - it was more like a large group of people projecting some kind of presence that was constantly pressing down on him. It's annoying most of the time, although it does have its uses - his parents stopped taking him when they realized dragging him into a small hall full of people would cause him to get dizzy and pass out within minutes church. Fortunately, the train station was not yet crowded enough to have such a strong effect, but Zorian knew that long-term exposure would take its toll.
He hoped the train wouldn't be too slow for a long time because he didn't like spending the rest of the day with a headache.
Toph's laughter pulled him out of his melancholy thoughts. His brother was as cheerful and sociable as ever, with a smile that could light up the world. Those around him were clearly smitten with him, and despite his slight stature like Zorian, he stood out from the crowd at first glance. There was such a presence around him. In this regard, he is just like Daimen. Only Daimen has real skills.
He scoffed and shook his head. Zorian wasn't quite sure how Tov was admitted to a so-called elite institution like the Western Academy of Magic, but he strongly suspected that his father had done something to get Fortov in.
It's not that Fortoff was stupid because he was lazy. Complete inability to focus on tasks, no matter how important. Of course, most people don't know this - the boy is extremely charming and very good at hiding his shortcomings.
His father always joked that Tov and Zorian were half as good each: Fortov with his charm, Zorian with his ability.
Zorian never liked his father's sense of humor.
A whistle pierced the sky, the train entered the station, and the metal wheels braked on the rails, making a high-pitched scream. The original trains were steam-powered machines that billowed smoke wherever they went and consumed large amounts of coal to keep going, but this train is powered by a newer technomagic engine that consumes crystallized mana instead. Cleaner, cheaper and requires less maintenance. Zorian felt the magic emanating from the train as he approached, though his ability to sense magic was not yet developed enough to tell him any details. He had always wanted to see the engine room of one of them, but could never find a good way to approach the train operator.
He said goodbye to his mother and his naughty sister El, and entered the train. He deliberately chose an empty compartment, and despite the crowds, few people would board this particular train.
Five minutes later, the train blew its deafening whistle again and began the long journey to West Olia.
. . . . . three. . . . .
There was a sharp crackle, followed by the ringing of a bell.
"Stop in Xhosa now," a disembodied voice said. There was another crackling sound. "I repeat, now parked in Xhosa. Thank you."
The speakers gave a final crackle and then fell silent.
Zorian let out a long sigh and opened his eyes. He hates trains. The boredom, the heat, the rhythmic thumping all made him drowsy, and Zorian didn't forget that that was the purpose of the announcer - to wake passengers sleeping at their destination - but that it was also annoying for that reason .
He looked out the window and saw only a train station like any other. In fact, it's exactly the same as the first five, except for a blue outline on a large white tablet that says "Ko
sa". Apparently the station builders were working on some kind of template these days. Looking towards the platform where they were parked, I saw a large group of people waiting to board the train. Xhosa was a major trading center with many newly established merchant families living here, sending their children to Kooria's prestigious academy to become mages, and socializing with the children of other influential people. Zorian found himself not wanting his classmates to enter his carriage with him, but He knew it was a daydream—
The first person to enter the box with him was a fat girl wearing glasses and a green turtleneck. She gave him a cursory look, then began to read in silence. Zorian would have been ecstatic to have such a delightful traveling companion, but soon four other girls came in and claimed the four remaining seats for themselves. The new arrival was loud and prone to giggles, and Zorian was tempted to stand up and find himself a new cubicle. For the rest of the trip, he alternated between looking out the window at the endless fields they passed and exchanging annoyed glances with the girl in the green turtleneck, who seemed equally annoyed by the antics of the other girls.
The trees on the horizon thickened, and we were approaching Keoria. Only one city on this route is so close to the great boreal forest, otherwise trains avoid approaching such a notorious place. Zorian picked up his bag and walked to the exit. His idea was to be the first to disembark and thus avoid the crowds that often occur upon arriving in Cooria, but he was already too late - there was already a group of people at the exit as he approached. He leaned against a nearby window and waited, listening to the animated discussion of three first-year students beside him, who were excitedly talking about how they were going to start learning about magic and such. Boy, will they be disappointed - the first year is all theory, meditation exercises,
"Hey you! You're one of the upperclassmen, right?"
Zorian looked at the girl he was talking to, suppressing his annoyance. He really didn't want to talk to these people. He had been on the train since early morning, and his mother had given him a severe scolding for not giving Ilsa something to drink while she was at home, and he was not in the mood to do anything.
"I guess you could describe me that way," he said carefully.
"Can you show us any magic?" she asked eagerly.
"No," Zorian said firmly. He didn't even lie. "The train was blocked to disrupt Mana Shaping. They had a problem with people setting fires and vandalizing the carriages."
"Oh," the girl was obviously disappointed. She frowned, as if thinking about something. "Mana Shaping?" she asked cautiously.
Zorian raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know what mana is?" Yes, she was only in the first grade, but that was just the beginning. Anyone who went to elementary school should at least know this.
"Magic?" she tried lamely.
"Uh," Zorian muttered. "Teachers will fail you with this. No, it's not magic. It's the power of magic - the energy, the force, which the mage shapes into magical effects. I think you'll learn more about it in the lecture. The bottom line is: No mana, no magic. And I can't use any mana right now."
"Um, okay. Sorry to bother you then."
With a piercing scream and a puff of steam, the train stopped at the train station in West Oria. I got off as fast as I could, squeezing past the first-year students who stared in awe at the scene before me. .
The train station in Cooria is huge, which is evident from the fact that it is enclosed, making it look more like a giant tunnel. In fact, the entire station is even bigger, because there are four more "tunnels" like this, plus all the supporting facilities. There is nothing like it anywhere in the world and almost everyone is stunned the first time they see it. So had Zorian when he first disembarked here.
The sheer number of people passing through this terminal, whether passengers entering or leaving Cooria, staff checking trains and unloading luggage, newsboys shouting headlines, or homeless people begging for change, adds to the disorientation Sense of direction.
As far as he knew, the flow of people never really stopped, even at night, making it a particularly busy day.
He looked at the giant clock hanging on the ceiling and found that he still had plenty of time, so he bought himself some bread from a nearby bakery, and then drove towards the central square of Sioriya, intending to sit on the edge of the square Eat the newly bought food. The fountain there. Maybe a good place to relax.
Keoria is a curious city. It is one of the most developed and largest cities in the world, which seems strange at first because Keoria is very close to the monster-infested wilderness and is not in a favorable location for trade. What really makes it stand out is the massive circular hole on the west side of the city - probably the most obvious dungeon entrance ever, and the only level 9 mana known to exist. The absolutely huge amount of magic power pouring out from the ground makes this place irresistibly attractive to mages. The presence of such a large number of mages makes Kooria unlike any other city on the continent, both in the culture of the people who live there and, more obviously, in the architecture of the city itself. Many things that would be too impractical to build elsewhere are routinely done here, and it can be an inspiring sight if you can find a good spot to view the city.
He froze when he noticed a group of rats staring at him at the bottom of the stairs he was about to descend. Their behavior was strange enough, but when he noticed their heads, his heartbeat did speed up. Could it be...that my brain has been exposed! ? He swallowed hard, took a step back, slowly exited the stairwell, then turned around and ran away. He wasn't sure what they were, but they were definitely no ordinary rats.
He supposed he shouldn't be so shocked, though - places like Keoria attracted more than just mages - magical creatures of all varieties found such places equally irresistible. He was just glad the rats weren't chasing him since he didn't have any combat spells. The only spell he knew of that could be used in this situation was the Ghost Animal spell, and he had no idea how effective that would be against such an obviously magical creature.
Slightly shocked but still determined to reach the fountain, he tried to walk through the nearby park to get around the rat gathering, but no luck today. He soon encountered a little girl on the bridge he had to cross, she was crying her eyes out and it took him five minutes to calm her down and see what was going on. He supposed he could have pushed her away and left her there crying, but even he wasn't that callous.
"My bike!" she finally blurted out, hiccupping badly. "It fucking fell in!" she howled.
Zorian blinked and the girl pointed to the stream flowing under the bridge. Zorian looked towards the bridge, and sure enough there was a children's bicycle half submerged in the mud.
"Yeah," Zorian said. "Want to know how this happened?"
"Falled in!" repeated the girl, looking like she was going to cry again.
"Okay, okay, no need for the waterworks, can I take it out?" Zorian said, looking at the bicycle in confusion.
"You're going to get dirty," she warned softly. Zorian could tell from her tone that she expected him to tell it anyway.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of wading through that mud," Zorian said. "watch."
He made a few hand gestures and cast the "Levitate Object" spell, causing the bike to jerk from the water into the air. The bike was much heavier than what he usually practiced on, and he had to levitate the bike much higher than he was used to, but it wasn't beyond his capabilities. When the bike was close enough, he grabbed the bike's seat and placed it on the bridge.
Zorian said. "The bike is muddy and wet and I can't help you. I don't know any cleaning spells."
"Oh, okay, thank you." She nodded slowly, holding on to the bike tightly.
The weather also seemed to be deteriorating rapidly - dark clouds were brewing ominously on the horizon, threatening rain. He decided to simply join the ranks of the academy's students and call it a day.
It was a long way from the train station to the academy, as the station was on the outskirts of the city and the academy was right next to the entrance. Depending on your physical fitness and how much luggage you have to lug, you could be there in an hour or two. Zorian was not in particularly good health, for he was thin and closed-minded, but he had packed light for the trip. He joined the stream of students still streaming from the train station in the direction of the college, ignoring the occasional first-year student struggling with too much luggage. He felt sorry for them because his asshole brother didn't warn him to keep his luggage to a minimum either? And when he first arrived at the train station, he was like them, but he couldn't do it.
Aside from the threat of rain and doom, when he approached the college playground, he felt energetic. He is absorbing the environmental magic that is permeated around the cave, supplemented by the magic reserves of the bicycle of the girl used to suspend the girl. The mage college is almost always built on the top of the mana well. Its clear purpose is to use this effect -the area with such high environmental magic power is the perfect place for mage to practice cast by lack of experience. Whenever they exhaust their power, they can replenish natural mana by replenishing mana reserves from the surrounding environment.
Zorian took out the apple in his pocket and hung it on the palm of his hand. This is not a real spell, but the manipulation of primitive mana -a mana shaping practice, aiming to help mage improve the ability to control and guide magic energy. Seemingly simple things, Zorian took two years to complete it. Sometimes he also doubts whether his family is right, whether he is too focused on his studies. He knew a fact that most of his students' control of magic was fragile.
He lifted the mana structure that raised Apple in the air and let it fall on his palm. He hopes that he has some kind of rainproof curse -the first rain has begun to fall. Then, or an umbrella. Both methods work.
"Magic is sometimes such a deceptive thing," Sauri said gloomily.
He took a deep breath and started running.
. . . . . Four. . . . . .
"Ha. It turned out to be a rainproof mantra." Zorian looked at the rain drops in the invisible barrier in front of him, groaning. He stretched his hand to the edge of the barrier, and the barrier passed unimpededly. He took the sudden wet hand back to the safe enchantment and walked along the border to where he could see. According to him, the barrier surrounds the entire college (this is a big feat, because the academy venue is quite vast), forming a protective cover, which prevents rain -and only rain -infiltration. Obviously, the college has upgraded the security room again, because they did not have this function at the time of rain.
Showering, he turned to continue to the college's administrative building. Unfortunately, when you pass it, the barrier does not make you dry because he is soaked. Fortunately, his bag is waterproof, so his clothes and textbooks are not dangerous.
He slowed down, leisurely, and studied the building complex in the college. The ward is not the only upgrade; the whole place seems to be beautified, and you can't find a better word to describe it. Each building is brushed new. The old brick roads are replaced by colorful brick roads. The flowers are in full bloom. The small fountains that have not been used for many years have suddenly played a role.
"I want to know what's going on," he grunted.
After thinking for a few minutes, he decided that he didn't care. Sooner or later, he will know whether it is important.
Unsurprisingly, there are almost no students in the administrative building. Most of them hide from the rain, instead of continuing to move forward like Zorian, and those who do not often avoid the rain are not staying on the campus campus, so there is no reason to come here today. This is perfect for Zorian, because it means that he can quickly complete the work here.
It turns out that "soon" is just a relative word -he spent two hours arguing with girls working at the administrative counter before dealing with all the necessary documents. He asked his curriculum arrangement, but was told that he had not finally determined that he had to wait until Monday morning. Think about it, Ilsa also mentioned the same thing. Before he left, the girl gave him a rule book, and third -year students must be familiar with the book before sending him on the road. While looking for Room 115, Zorian rolled the rules and put it in a inconspicuous compartment in the backpack, and never was seen again.
The housing is very bad, and Zorian has also had a very unpleasant experience, but it is free, and in Koria, the price of apartment space is too high. Even aristocratic children often live in academies, not their own apartment. Who can complain? Moreover, living is so close to the lecture hall, reducing the daily road time, and approaching the largest library in the city, it is definitely good.
One hour later, he walked into a quite spacious room with a smile. When he realized that he had his own bathroom, he was even more happy. There is a shower room, not bad at all! This is a public bathroom with the entire floor. As far as furniture is concerned, there is a bed, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a desk and a chair in the room. All Zerian really needs everything. It's better than me. Ha ha.
Zorian threw his luggage on the floor, replaced his wet clothes, and then fell on the bed with relief. It ’s two days away from the start of the class. Pack up the luggage tomorrow. He was lying on the bed motionlessly, why couldn't hear the sound of raindrops hitting the glass on the bedside window and the rainproof barrier. correct!
"I have to learn how to cast it," he grunted.
At present, the spells he collected are extremely limited, with only about 20 simple spells. As a certified first ring mage, he can visit some of the contents that could not be accessed in the college library before, and he plans to raid them to obtain them to obtain it The spell contains. In addition, since they have proved their ability, this year's course should focus more on practical casting, so he should also learn a lot of interesting things in the classroom.
Tired of long -distance travel, Zori closed his eyes and planned to take a nap for a while. He woke up until tomorrow morning.
