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"These dull-witted old men are all the same; they occasionally slip into a state of dementia..."
Who are you calling senile?
Zerris frowned, turned around, pointed at Richman, and shouted, "Who are you calling an idiot?! Who are you calling an idiot?! Who are you calling an idiot?!"
“I’m talking about myself.” Richman sighed, flicked his pen and drew a line on the paper, and said, “I must be an idiot to have come all the way from the capital to Lundia to be the principal.”
"What's so great about the capital?" Zerris shook his head, jumped off the table, stretched his back, and walked towards Rickman, saying:
“I have an estate in the capital that I haven’t visited for several years. Have you heard of Taupet Estate? It was given to me by my apprentice, in front of the former king.”
"Who asked you?"
Rickman felt his temples throbbing, and he couldn't help but sigh, saying:
"Boss, I'm an old man from Huangdu, who doesn't know about this? It's been twenty years, let's not talk about it anymore?"
"If this matter is not constantly brought up, how will the public know the brilliance of my apprentice back then?"
"I'm perfectly justified," Zerris said confidently. Seeing Rickyman's troubled expression, he chuckled and picked up a paper from his desk, saying:
"It's a pity that no one in this world can be as talented as her... What is this thing, a student list?"
"It's the list of recommended candidates for the new noble examination that I mentioned to you last time." Richman felt utterly exhausted, like talking to a brick wall. He rubbed his forehead and said weakly:
“Each teacher has a recommendation quota, you know that, look at the list above, you should recognize some of the students.”
"If you ask me, instead of doing this kind of recommendation, it would be better to let the capital make the decisions directly, so that teachers won't have to be forced to chat and laugh with students' parents."
Zerris, criticizing the Queen's Academy's system, flipped through the list, glanced at it, and immediately frowned, saying:
"Who are these people? Marquis Perrotta and Marquis Hector. These two court marquises want their children to be nobles in the capital? One became mentally retarded later, and the other was born mentally retarded. The descendants of these two court jesters even share one brain."
"And then there's this Wilkins. Earl Wilkins is the worst of the worst, practically an idiot. Last time, he was the one who suggested investing in building a component processing plant for the Magic Network Node in Yanium. He even dared to leak core technology. He's both stupid and wicked."
He cursed each name on the list in order, as if checking off a record of life and death. When he got to the end, he suddenly saw a name without a surname.
“Latis?” Jericho was stunned. He scratched his head and asked, “You actually submitted it? Doesn’t that mean that so-and-so… that teacher will have to face questioning from other nobles in the capital? What were you thinking? Can an ordinary teacher handle that kind of pressure? Do you think he’s Milut?”
“Silver Xiuer, that teacher’s name, is the same as the kingdom’s silver currency.”
Ricky Man smiled, stroked his mustache, and said:
"He might already be debating in the parliament right now. We just need to wait for news of his victorious return."
Zerris frowned as he looked at Richman's confident demeanor, stroked his chin, walked to the window, remained silent for a moment, and murmured:
"Silver Hugh... Silver Hugh?"
He took a silver coin out of his pocket, held it up to the sun, and glanced at it.
The silvery-white reflection is cool and clean, looking somewhat like a silver moon.
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“Silver Hugh, pfft… Teacher Silver Hugh, please briefly state your reasons for recommending this commoner named Latis.”
The direct mockery made Silver Shore frown slightly.
She raised her head, glanced around at the noble councilors seated in an arc of varying heights, and slowly exhaled, seeing the undisguised cold smiles on their faces.
"I believe I have already clearly stated all the details regarding Latis in the recommendation form. Is it possible that Your Excellency, on such an important occasion, would not have read all the relevant materials beforehand, but instead started asking questions about unrelated matters at the last minute? If so, please forgive my impoliteness, but I have considerable doubts about Your Excellency's professionalism."
Yin Xiuer flicked the hem of her coat. Today, she was wearing a brand-new, elaborate professor's long cloak, a rare sight for her. The irregular hem, shorter in the front and longer in the back, had a tailcoat-like feel to it. Her white and elegant shirt was visible through the wide collar, adding a touch of intellectualism to her mysterious and classic temperament.
The nobleman, acting as the examiner, tapped the table with his finger, momentarily surprised that the teacher would respond so decisively.
He naturally hadn't read the materials; after all, when he saw that the recommendation was for a commoner, he already knew that Silver's defense would fail quickly.
"I just wanted to know if you have any particular reason for recommending a commoner." The examiner subtly set a trap for Silver Shul, saying with a smile:
"Perhaps he has some special strengths that aren't suitable to be listed on the recommendation form, you know, haha, like being the top student and being deeply favored by you, or something like that..."
He sat high on the throne, looking down at Yin Xiuer. If Yin Xiuer said anything that could be misinterpreted, he would immediately use it to attack her.
Yin Xiuer smiled faintly. She naturally had her own preferences. Although she gradually calmed down after her initial impulsiveness, that little bit of emotion that had not yet fully developed became a support point for her to sort out her past memories. Now, she has begun to become more and more determined.
“I think we can skip these tedious probing steps.”
Silver Hugh took off his monocle and put it into the jewelry box in his pocket. Then he took off his wide-brimmed hat and slapped it on the podium in front of him. Finally, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened the collar.
For some reason, the image of Milut, whose face had long since become blurred, suddenly appeared in her mind.
"Your Excellency Silvershurst, firstly, regarding the character and upbringing of Latis, who is not of noble birth, I think you cannot guarantee that he will never cause damage to the reputation of the capital..."
boom!
Yin Xiuer slammed her hand on the podium, interrupting the examiner's statement. Her coat hem drew a clean, sharp arc as she swung her arm, pointed at the examiner, and shouted:
"objection!"
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"Londia, your emperor has returned!"
Latis strode out of the teleportation array, and under the strange gazes of the knights on duty, raised his hands and shouted:
Ah... praise the magic!
He tilted his head back for a long time, took a deep breath of the air in Lundia, and then, clutching his buttocks and twisting his legs, walked out as if he had been tricked into buying crutches.
As a commoner who had never participated in a noble sport like horseback riding in his previous life, his buttocks and testicles had reached rock bottom after riding for the past few days and were about to crack.
Fortunately, as a young man who was simultaneously committing slow suicide and maintaining his health, his skillful Kegel exercises restored some vitality to his buttocks.
"Damn it! How could my body, comparable to a level six warrior, be so fragile!" Latis clenched his fists in anger and cursed.
"I have been ruined by alcohol and women, and I have become so haggard... From now on, I will abstain from alcohol!"
He walked out of the golden hall and looked at the sloping top of his own mage tower under the darkening sky, but unfortunately, he did not see Ateliers as usual.
He sighed, somewhat unaccustomed to it.
"Looks like Ate hasn't come back yet... That makes sense, her mission is probably much harder than mine. I can use a simulator to open a divination box, but she's all alone. I wonder how Ate is doing now..."
Latis glanced around at the streets of Tianhai Street and noticed that there were more people than before he left. It seemed that a few of the academy mages who had completed their missions had returned.
"I don't know if school has started yet... Before I left, all three schools had already entered self-study mode..."
He shook his head, glanced once more at the sky shrouded in magical mist, laughed three times, and strode towards the territory of Mage Herod.
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"Boss, boss? Is anyone home?"
At the entrance of Herod's Magic Item Shop, a young male apprentice was peering inside.
His clothes were rough, he was a bit stocky, but his face looked weathered, dark and dry, and he was bald.
"Oh, is it already closed? What bad timing..."
The apprentice sighed, took two steps back, picked up a bag of mud from the ground, and muttered:
"Having just arrived in Lundia through a difficult extradition, the three schools have raised the difficulty of the apprentice entrance exams because all the students are gone and the teachers have nothing to do. What am I going to do? I only know one apprentice magic trick..."
He squatted down, examined the mud in the bag, pinched it a couple of times, sighed, and said:
"The seller of this 'Mixed Cardamom Rotten Soil' has left it for too long; it's starting to separate out some moisture. If I want to get extra points for the personal skills section of the entrance exam for the Academy of Antiquities, I'll probably need some 'Needlewood Dew' and 'Melting Grass' to achieve the effect I want..."
"It's a pity that the prop shop I finally found, which mainly sells plants, is already closed. I'll have to come back tomorrow..." The apprentice stood up, took another look at the courtyard, and couldn't help but sigh:
"What a wonderful place! The Leaning Tower is well-balanced in terms of stress, and the materials used are of high quality. Despite being an all-wood structure, it is surprisingly sturdy, and the wood even looks somewhat fresh..."
As he slowly walked out, he continued to exclaim in amazement:
"The proportions of this courtyard are excellent, the soil is in perfect condition, this hill is indeed a hill, and the dragon sculpture is incredibly lifelike..."
The apprentice looked at the dragon head lying at a fork in the road with admiration. After a while, the golden dragon's eyes suddenly opened and stared at him for a few seconds.
"Ow!"
The dragon head yawned, and the immense power emanating from a higher level of life instantly stunned the apprentice. Before he could even roll his eyes, he collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
The dragon's eyes widened instantly, looking down in bewilderment. Then, the dragon's entire body moved, transforming back into Serfar, who looked as if something terrible had happened.
"Oh no, this is terrible!"
Serfael gasped, looking at the serene-faced apprentice, then at the pitch-black prop shop, before slapping his forehead and sighing, "..."
"I overslept and forgot to open the door; all the guests have left!"
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Latis sat on a bench under the flower trellis, holding a magical thermos, silently watching the apprentice on the ground, whose posture was serene and possessed a beauty reminiscent of someone who had just passed away. Turning to look at Serfal, who was kneeling beside him, he couldn't help but loudly complain:
"You said the guest left? I fucking thought he was dead! Do you know that in the two seconds I ran in, I even planned out my escape route from the wanted man?!"
"Secret Marseille!" Serfar kowtowed with a thud, making a deafening noise on the ground.
"Stop, stop, stop! Otherwise, the Mage Association will think we're doing illegal renovations!"
Latis sighed, picked up the unfortunate, silly dragon, dusted off her forehead, and said:
"Alright, alright, it's nothing serious. Go have some fun, I'll come see you later. Also, stop copying my random catchphrases every day, they're so damn abstract!"
Serfar glanced sadly at the apprentice on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and asked:
"Little Ra, do you need Serfal's help with the cremation?"
"No need!" Latis exclaimed, his eyes wide, grabbing Serfal's shoulder and shouting.
"No, he's not dead yet!"
“Oh…” Serfar rarely showed a thoughtful expression, then suddenly grinned as if he had figured something out:
"Then next time, we'll cremate people after they die..."
"Isn't that too extreme?!" Latis froze for two seconds, then shook Serfal's shoulders in alarm and exclaimed:
"Don't kill people indiscriminately! You can't even eat people!"