Chapter 576: Chapter 04: Blood Elf Magic Academy_4
Mosharili carefully prepared her speech, summarizing her life from birth to the moment she entered the Magic Academy. She shared her thoughts and feelings, even slipping in two jokes, which made the audience laugh. Yet, she only received 15 votes.
And Angel?
He walked up the stage and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Angel An. I noticed many people here have heard my name or my story. Yes, I am the special admittee of Amos Mage and have been at the Magic Academy for just one year. After spending a year getting acquainted, I feel that I might be well-suited for the work of the Vein Council, so here I am."
That’s it. That simple. The entire speech lasted no more than a minute—perhaps not even a full minute. Yet, he received 152 votes. Nearly unanimous.
There’s no denying that Angel’s decision to run for the Vein Council election was earth-shattering news. At least, it was much bigger than Angel himself had anticipated.
How so?
Well... imagine a famous actor. You know he’s famous, you’ve seen his works, and you’ve read about him in the news. You might not even be a fan, might not even remember his name, nor care about his scandals. Affairs? Cheating? Not your problem.
But! But! If he were to show up in front of you, you’d be interested! At the very least, you’d have something to gossip about over tea, wouldn’t you?
So when Angel stepped onto the stage, he had already captured everyone’s attention. When he announced he wanted to join the Vein Council... even though everyone already knew this—why else would Angel even be here?—thunderous applause erupted, and the crowd went wild with excitement.
The president of the Vein Council, a tall, lanky upperclassman who towered over Angel by a full head, seized the moment and stepped onto the stage to deliver a passionate speech at just the right time.
What did he say?
At that moment, Angel had just declared his intention to join the Vein Council. The voters below broke into loud discussions and applause that wouldn’t cease—well, not for very long, really. Just for a moment. If the president had hesitated even a little longer, the uproar would’ve subsided.
But the president clearly wasn’t about to let that happen. He seized the moment, quickly stepping onto the podium and pretending to restore order for Angel: "Everyone, please quiet down, settle down. This is a serious event."
Then came the main act: "I know everyone is extremely excited about Angel joining us. Some say Angel was the most outstanding freshman last year. Me? I think... is there even a choice here? Of course, he’s the most outstanding. Not just in magic. In my eyes, he’s the smartest by far. Why? Because he chose us. He chose our Vein Council! As the top disciple of Amos Mage, does he lack money? Impossible! Did he join us for subsidies? No! He saw the true meaning behind our complex work—which is exactly what we’ve always stood for! Sticking your nose in a lab alone, a mage will never go far! Even Amos Mage must interact with others to secure research funding! If you want to walk further down the magical path, what matters most is your comprehensive skills. Can you navigate intricate social dynamics? Can you thrive in a large community? That is exactly what we, the Vein Council members, learn—and those skills are what elevate us far above those bookworms!"
Well, what can I say? That speech had gravity. Now, that’s what you call a master of flattery. The Vein Council members were visibly elated.
"How dare anyone claim I joined the Vein Council just for subsidies? Ha, they just don’t get it."
"Exactly. The Vein Council is the most elite organization in the entire academy!"
"Tomorrow, I’m going to tell everyone Angel joined us. If they’ve never heard of him, I’ll gladly give them an introduction."
God knows how much disdain they’d endured from the so-called "bookworms" before.
Angel, standing to the side, was utterly stunned. That speech... was far better than his own campaign pitch. No wonder this guy was the president.
"How did he come up with all that?" Angel mumbled softly. "Honestly, I really just want the subsidies to buy lab materials."
"Shh... don’t say that. You joined for... Well, I don’t actually know, but it’s definitely not for subsidies," the demon quipped with a shrug.
As for Mosharili... she had completely faded into the background.
So, that’s how it went. Among the 160 voters present, each could fill in six names. Angel received 152 votes, winning by a landslide.
Poor Mosharili only got a meager 15 votes.
After the election, Mosharili tried to squeeze her way over to leave with Angel. Why "squeeze"? Because so many people swarmed around Angel.
She failed. She couldn’t get through. She could only watch helplessly as Angel walked away, then look down at her pitiful 15 votes and mutter to herself, "There really is such a huge gap between us. He’s a true genius—whatever he wants to do, he always succeeds..."
...
The wind blew gently, and the leaves of the sacred tree rustled, like the breathing of the ocean.
Inside the lantern, trapped luminescent insects kept bumping against the glass, "plop-plop."
By that very night, the lanky president had already completed Angel’s onboarding procedures.