Chapter 577: Chapter 04: Blood Elf Magic Academy_4_2
This was something that should have been expected, but Angel’s understanding of the Magic Academy wasn’t yet deep enough to think of it immediately.
The academic affairs post in the Student Union, especially the Vein Council, could be described as the gathering spot for slackers in the entire Magic Academy. What does it mean to have a top student enter this den of slackers?
It’s probably equivalent to a general from an enemy nation defecting to your camp. Wouldn’t you light lanterns and hang banners to welcome them? Even if it doesn’t bring any tangible benefits, it’s definitely a reputation-boosting event.
In the Vein Council office, the president addressed Angel, "The work we handle at the Vein Council is incredibly varied, and the workload is massive. So, tomorrow, you need to organize and submit your course schedule for this month to me. From now on, this will need to be submitted at the start of every month to help me with scheduling. In rare cases, adjustments may be necessary, though that’s not frequent."
"So... what about the stipend?" Angel hesitated and asked.
"The stipend?" The president was momentarily stunned.
"Of course, there’s a stipend, right... or isn’t there?"
"No, there is, of course, but it depends on the work hours. We allocate the stipend based on working hours."
"Alright, please schedule me as full as possible!" Without waiting, Angel spun around to leave, but after thinking about it, paused and turned back to add, "Honestly, I don’t care about the stipend at all — my real goal is to contribute more to the Vein Council."
"Understood," the president said, nodding firmly.
And just like that, Angel joined the Magic Academy’s Vein Council, or more precisely, the Blood Elf Magic Academy’s Student Union Vein Council.
...
When Angel returned home, it was already late at night. His parents were already asleep.
Angel tiptoed through the living room, carrying his shoes, back to his room. Carefully, he placed the single silver coin he earned from attending today’s lecture into his small savings compartment.
Inside, there were a total of just twelve silver coins — all of Angel’s savings over the past year.
Additionally, there were six green shells and a single brown shell. The exchange rate among them was roughly ten brown shells per green shell, and ten green shells per silver coin. Yes, this was the Blood Elves’ currency system.
These so-called shells were indeed shells — derived from a unique species found near the coastline of Luo Ge Xian Ni. By regulation, all wild shells belonged to the Blood Elf Queen, and no one was allowed to gather them without authorization. In fact, all shell-producing areas had long been under the control of the Blood Elf Queen and her advisors.
Looking at the scant, easily countable savings in his stash, Angel heaved a helpless sigh and muttered, "If only I could gather silver shells myself, then I could conduct all my experiments."
"I advise you not to entertain such thoughts. At least for now, you don’t stand a chance against the Queen." The demon whispered in warning, "Illegally collecting silver shells would get you directly expelled from Luo Ge Xian Ni."
"Like my brother?"
"Perhaps even worse."
Angel stared at his pitiable stash a few moments longer. "No matter, I’ll figure it out. Didn’t I at least double my earnings today?"
"But you sold off the majority of your time," the demon replied.
"Yes, but when my time is otherwise wasted, better to sell it. Good night."
"Good night."
Angel removed his outer clothing, lay down on his bed, and closed his eyes.
Next to him, the demon slowly faded into a translucent form, eventually disappearing altogether, as if it had never existed.
...
The next day was another ordinary day.
Angel arrived early at the academy, changed into his uniform, and began copying down Amos Mage’s experiment schedule. This was important, as his free time depended entirely on Amos Mage’s experiment timetable.
He wasn’t like a typical magic apprentice.
Next, Angel used Amos’ schedule to quickly plan his own daily timetable, preparing to hand it over to the Vein Council. After that, all he could do was wait for the finalized schedule.
Though he was still far from achieving his goal of conducting experiments freely, at least he was making progress.
By nine o’clock in the morning, Angel was already seated at the experiment table because Amos had planned to begin a new experiment at 9:30, and Angel was to serve as his assistant.
For Angel, this was what he considered his "classes." During experiments, Amos would occasionally teach him things, which Angel always looked forward to.
However...
The sunlight streamed through the gaps in the sacred tree’s leaves, bathing the Magic Academy in light.
The light poured through the window, landing on the experiment table, creating a glowing patch that moved slowly. Angel waited quietly.
He waited and waited. By eleven o’clock, there was still no sign of Amos.
Normally, Amos was never this late, especially for an experiment.
"Overslept?" the demon asked.
"Impossible," Angel shook his head. "I was in his office last night, and he wasn’t there. He only oversleeps the next day if he works late in the office the night before."
Regardless, Angel could do nothing but continue waiting.
The sunlight patch eventually disappeared from the experiment table, signaling that it was now noon — 12 o’clock.
Finally, at this time, Amos hurriedly entered the lab, his hair disheveled, his beard slightly upturned, but brimming with excitement.
Angel had never seen Amos in this state and stared at him in shock.
Upon entering the lab, Amos seemed overflowing with energy he couldn’t contain. Under Angel’s bewildered gaze, Amos began pacing around the lab — or rather, around the experiment table and Angel — walking quickly with a confident stride. After his third lap, he stopped in front of Angel and, taking a deep breath, said seriously, "Angel, do you remember what I told you about Krimasha?"
"The human magical civilization from ten thousand years ago?"
"Yes, exactly that. Last night..." Amos paused briefly, glanced out the window as if to steady his emotions, and then lowered his voice, "Last night, I was summoned by the Queen."
"The Queen summoned you, Mentor?" Angel’s eyes widened slightly.
"Yes. Of course, she didn’t just summon me. In fact, the entire academy’s mages were summoned, as well as those from the mage tower. Hahaha, I might have led you to think otherwise by emphasizing myself, didn’t I? That’s not the point though; I’ve been so excited I’ve been rambling. Alright, I’m now about to tell you some shocking news. Giant Snake City... it seems they’ve obtained a complete set of Krimasha magical records..."
Angel’s eyes widened further, listening intently.
"Of course, you might wonder, wasn’t this supposed to be about excavating ruins? How can there be complete magical records? I can’t answer that either," Amos continued, pacing restlessly around the lab. His excitement seemed almost uncontrollable, his voice lowered but still trembling slightly. "But I can tell you that the information is reliable. Otherwise, the Queen wouldn’t have summoned all of us. The key point! The key point! Giant Snake City is willing to share those records with us! Do you remember the Modo Ore? The Queen insisted on mining it back then. Many opposed it, fearing it would endanger the sacred trees. I was against it too, but now I realize, they may have traded insignificant Modo Ore... for something incredible! Hahaha! Hahaha! I feel like I’m going mad! We’ve yearned for Krimasha for so long, and I didn’t even dare hope for progress in my lifetime!"
"So..."
"So I’m here to pack!" Amos pulled out a suitcase from beneath the experiment table in a frenzy, rapidly cramming all sorts of items into it. While packing, he continued excitedly, "I’m leaving right now for Krimasha — no, to Giant Snake City. I’ll be gone for some time. There, we’ll uncover the mysteries of Krimasha’s magic. While I’m away, you’ll be on your own, but it shouldn’t take too long, maybe six months to a year. Until I return, this lab is entirely in your hands, okay? That’s it! Look forward to me bringing back the secrets of Krimasha!"
With that, Amos turned abruptly, almost crashing into the door. Steadying himself, he stepped back, opened the door, took a deep breath, and walked out carrying his suitcase.
Angel stared blankly at the open door.
After a long moment of silence, he took out the schedule he had prepared for the Vein Council, crossed everything out, and rewrote: "Available at any time."