On the first day of the new semester at the Imperial Academy of Magic, Crounpiss and other plant monsters dispersed and walked into the academy's gate mixed in with the sparse crowd.
The current system of this college is basically acceptable to Crownpis, but she doesn't like the buildings that are full of Byzantine art and mixed styles.
Why is it the Byzantine art style and style? Are the players who influenced this country artists in that area? However, it was the players who copied various artistic styles and made guild buildings in order to pretend to be sophisticated in the game and traveled through his thoughts.
It also affects human beings, which makes it easier for Crounpisi to accept it.
It feels super unnatural and sublime, okay?
However, no matter how much Crownpis had objections to the academy and urged Fluder to propose reforms, it was impossible for them to demolish all the buildings and rebuild them. This place was simply a visual pollution for orthodox artists, so they could just make do with it.
Well, the topic accidentally got sidetracked. Because of the human memory that Clawnpith had obtained, and because the owner's study and work were all related to art, Clawnpis couldn't help but pay attention to these things deliberately when something happened.
Clawnpith was heading towards the magic testing ground.
If you choose a major related to magic, it is the rule of the academy to directly test the current magic.
Eh? What should I test if I haven’t learned magic yet? Is it the adaptability attribute?
No, what is measured is really the current magic level.
There are only a few people who go to school in this world, and those who go to school are almost all nobles. In the past, when the imperial nobles found talents who seemed to have the talent of magic casters (human standards), they would take great care of them and hire professional magic casters as tutors.
, those with less favorable conditions will also be sent to study in private schools opened by some magic casters who don't like fighting to make a living.
Therefore, the nobles who come here to formally learn magic must have some level of magic.
If you are not a noble, it will be a bit troublesome to come here. Fluder has arranged for the plant monsters to get here. As for how to deal with it - this kind of trivial matter, Crownpis didn't ask much.
However, before the magic test, there was a written test first. I studied hard for half a year, so I passed it very easily.
But they were actually in the same written examination room as Sunny. Wasn't she studying for theology?
After the written test, Cronpis followed dozens of people to the magic testing site. What made Cronpis a little strange was, why was it just an empty brick house?
"In order of roll call, you will cast your best magic one by one. If you don't know how to cast magic yet, please try your best to use your magic." A man in black robes who looked like a teacher said holding a staff.
There were a few people who looked like teachers accompanying him.
The test began, and Crounpis sighed in boredom, holding her forehead and leaning against the wall with her eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong? Are you nervous, little sister?" A dark red-haired girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old came over and asked.
"Well...seeing them release magic like that, I'm a little afraid to test it." Crowenpis said, really - those people were dancing and saying long spells.
It’s simply a show of chuunibyou. Is there any point in dancing? Why is the spell so long? Isn’t it enough to pronounce the name of the magic according to the reading speed?
"Yeah, that's right." The girl nodded thoughtfully, "The people who come here are all very powerful people. No matter how much you are praised at home, little sister - you must be really powerful to come here at such a young age.
, you have to be prepared to be hit here."
Crounpisi pouted, was she treated as a little sister because she was small? Is it a problem with her figure? She obviously has a face of sixteen or seventy-eight, right?
Having said that, everyone's level is basically level 1 to 2. Anyone who dances around and chants a long spell and finally throws a shapeless zero-level magic is a talent.
There was a boy at Level 4 who successfully used the lamp lighting technique to light an oil lamp that he brought with him in five seconds, winning applause from many people.
It’s no wonder that the goblins all regard humans as inferior creatures.
"Thank you for your concern, but I have to emphasize here - I'm just shorter, I might be bigger than you." Crounpis said angrily.
"What? Is it my turn?" Just then, the girl was responding to the teacher's call, and then she turned back, "Hmm? Did you say something just now?"
"It's nothing, Melissa-kun." There is no need for fairies to be as familiar as humans.
At this time, the supervising teacher said: "Mr. Meliphis, I learned from the report - please make sure there are no targets in front of you when it comes to releasing magic."
"I understand, teacher." Melphis took out a wooden wand, raised it, and said the magic word very calmly, "[Magic Arrow [odif or]]."
A small light flash appeared at the tip of the wand and shot forward, leaving a tiny mark on the wall.
"Oh oh oh oh..." The whole audience cheered.
Crounpis had the feeling that the great sage had when he entered kindergarten.
"Wait, that's not right." Crounpith, who was aware of her magic power level, scanned Melivis.
Level 9.
"So that blow just now was indeed quite merciless. At this age, he has almost reached the elite level of training for ordinary people. He is indeed a genius. Are those words you just said to me a sign of superiority?"
Next it was Crownpiss' turn.
Klauenpis used the nickname "Klaus", but this time the teacher said "Lord Paradine"
"I told you not to chant attack magic", causing an uproar in the surrounding area.
Crownpis cursed Fluder secretly for not being able to keep a low profile. She didn't know how to attack magic in the first place. She walked to the front and thought about what would be more suitable to release.
Crounpis can seriously injure people and make chickens explode even if he releases a heating spell.
After thinking for a few seconds, Crounpisi reluctantly put his hand into his pocket and pretended to take something out. He took a handful of his own "skin scraps" from the infinite backpack, which were sawdust, held it in his hand, raised it, and read out
The name of magic comes from the four great inventions of China, "papermaking."
In the light of magic, the sawdust quickly blended together, turning into a square inch of paper with a "crash", which was held in the air by Crounpisi with two fingers.
So he got even more amazing applause.
"Please, please." A magic teacher came over with eyes full of red threads, "Transfer... No, can you, can you sell it to me..."
Oops, I almost forgot, life magic is also divided into levels.
Crownpis lowered her raised arms and looked at the paper in her hand. It was of the same grade as her own notebook—it seemed to be the grade of royal paper.