Chapter 570: Chapter 01: Blood Elf Magic Academy_2
To be honest, Amos had never encountered such a studious student before.
"Respected Mentor, may I borrow your notebook?"
"My notebook?"
"Yes, isn’t it said that we need to comprehend things?"
"But I also said that understanding is a personal journey, much of which cannot even be put into words."
"That’s okay. I always manage to glean some clues from your notebooks. Of course, it might be useless too, but what’s the harm in trying?"
Amos hesitated for a moment but eventually turned around, pulled out one of his old notebooks from his student days off the bookshelf, and handed it to Angel.
"Do you think his notebook will be useful?" a devilish voice softly whispered in his ear, "You already have your brother’s notebook. Could his possibly be better than your brother’s?"
"Who knows? The key is, my brother’s notebook is terribly messy, and there are parts I can’t even understand. If, as the mentor said, everyone’s comprehension is unique, then maybe by combining the two notebooks, I could grasp even more insights?"
After bowing to Amos, Angel left the office. Yes, an office. Since there was only one student, there was no need for a classroom—teaching directly in Amos’s office sufficed. It was just a matter of adding another desk and chair.
Watching Angel’s departing figure, Amos let out a helpless sigh but then slowly broke into a smile.
He was rather pleased with this student. Diligent, imaginative, quick-witted. Most importantly, he had a solid foundation. Amos even began to grow curious about Angel’s parents.
"What kind of parents could raise a child like this? It’s not just about talent. Perhaps I should meet them and discuss education with them, then promote a new educational model to others. Who knows, I might become a great educator. Hmm... but maybe it’s pointless. Never mind, I’ll think about it later."
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In the plaza, a few magic apprentices were sparring, taking turns casting Fireball Technique and Shield Technique. For magic apprentices, these were the most basic spells.
The sparring was interspersed with bursts of excited laughter. Why? Because even the most basic spells were not something a novice could cast right away. Normally, if they could perform these, it meant they’d probably been studying here for over ten years.
For someone destined to become a mage, the first time successfully casting a spell—who could not feel joyful?
Angel had also been ecstatic the first time he succeeded, though that was when he was thirteen years old.
"The cheapest new wand costs fifty silver coins, the materials for Shawuti’s experiment are twenty silver coins, and the McGill experiment I want to attempt costs as much as eighty silver coins... My goodness, why do I feel like the most important thing since enrolling isn’t studying, but figuring out how to deal with money? I only earn forty silver coins a month for helping out in the lab, and I still have to pretend I’m already working. Mother’s even started considering making me pay for household expenses. After paying, I’ll barely have money left for lunch." Hugging his book, Angel walked past the edge of the plaza.
"Angel, becoming a mage is all about money. It just depends on how much you’re willing to burn," the devil teased in his ear, "Behind every accomplishment are countless experiments, and behind every experiment is money. You need not only silver coins but also gold, and if you want to trade with the Dragon Clan, you might even need gemstones. Without money, you’d be left locking yourself in a room every day, daydreaming and becoming some ’theoretical master.’ Once you have your own students, you’d only be able to tell them ’hypotheses.’ Just like your mentor. Maybe it’s time you found a way to make more money."
"I know. My brother was always good at making money. He could always find ways to get money from various places, then buy materials and conduct experiments. He even had extra money to buy me toys."
"Do you know how he made money?"
"I don’t. He never spoke about it. Perhaps... it wasn’t something respectable. I think I have an idea of what he did," Angel sighed softly, "I just wish I could recall any slips where he might have let his methods slip. Unfortunately, he never revealed anything. I only know he was wealthy."
"Then figure it out yourself, Angel," the devil murmured, "You can’t live in your brother’s shadow forever. You’re no less than him—perhaps even better. If he could do it, so can you. Think carefully; there’s always a way, Angel."
"But I really can’t think of anything."
Two magic apprentices approached from in front, passing by Angel.
"Angel!" one of the Blood Elf girls suddenly exclaimed.
She was a girl with long black hair, black eyebrows, and fair skin... Well, to be fair, all Blood Elves had those traits, so that didn’t say much. If she had any distinguishing features, it might be her slightly wavy hair and slightly larger face—larger than the average Blood Elf’s. Also, slightly thicker eyebrows.
In conclusion, she’d be an undeniable beauty in the Human World, but among Blood Elves, she was very ordinary.
Angel turned around, silently looking at this classmate who had called out his name, though he did not recognize her.
"Hello, Angel. My name is Mosharili. I was there during your duel—or rather, exam—with Amos Mage. I’ve always wanted to meet you." Walking up to Angel, Mosharili extended her hand.
After hesitating slightly, Angel gave a slight bow, took her hand, and gently kissed the back of it.
"Hello, nice to meet you, Mosharili," Angel said before turning and walking away.
Mosharili was completely stunned for a moment, quickly chasing after him and blocking his way, "Where are you going? We just met—shouldn’t we talk a bit?"
"But I have things to take care of, and I haven’t thought of what to talk about with you. Maybe when I think of something, I’ll find you?" Hugging his book, Angel continued to walk forward step by step.
Mosharili tiptoed backward as she walked, looking at Angel with a smile, "You really are strange. This is the first time I’ve heard of someone just saying hello after meeting and then leaving. But that’s okay! You’re a genius. Geniuses should have special privileges. If anyone else did this to me, I might have slapped them."
"So what?"
"We know each other now, so we’re friends. Since we’re friends, maybe we can find some common topics to talk about."
"I have no idea what common topics we could possibly have."
"That’s exactly why we need to find one."
"And what’s the point of finding one?"
"It’ll strengthen our friendship."
"And then?"
"Well... I really don’t know how to answer that. Truly. Maybe this is the kind of question only a genius would ask—something ordinary students like me can’t answer. Hahaha." As she continued walking backward, Mosharili bumped into a pillar behind her, "Ouch!"
Not only did she bump into it, but she also fell flat onto the ground.
"Are you okay?" Angel finally stopped walking, but he still stood there clutching his book, showing no intention of helping Mosharili up.
"I’m fine, I’m fine." With the help of her classmate, Mosharili wobbled to her feet, hurriedly dusting off the dirt on her clothes while still grinning at Angel.
Her eyes practically sparkled with stars.
The other female classmate with her, though, looked at Angel with chilling indifference. From beginning to end, she hadn’t said a single word.
Mosharili thought for a moment and then suggested, "This afternoon, there’s a lecture. How about we attend it together? The topic is ’The Arcane Mysteries of the Red Demon Era.’"
Angel was just about to refuse when he suddenly heard Mosharili add, "Every magic apprentice attending can get a one-silver-coin stipend."
"A stipend? There’s a stipend for attending a lecture?" Angel was stunned.
"You didn’t know?" Mosharili was also surprised.
"I... I didn’t know. First time I’ve heard of it."
"Hmm, lectures usually have stipends. Of course, the content is generally not particularly important. If it were important, it would be made into a course. As for unimportant stuff... they usually offer stipends. After all, without the stipends, who’d want to sit there for two hours? Less than a tenth of the hall would be filled, and the Magic Masters giving the lecture would be quite embarrassed."
"Alright, I’ll go," Angel replied earnestly.