Lu Zhengkang coughed and asked, "This child will learn new knowledge in the academy, right?"
"Of course, as long as you have money, you can spend a sum of money to have a knowledgeable and experienced mage teach the course."
"Generally speaking, how much does it cost to learn various languages ​​and understand the magic system?"
"It's not expensive. One or two thousand gold coins can complete the apprenticeship course. To be honest, if you don't have money, you can help a mage instead. And if you have a good personal relationship with a mage, you don't need to spend money at all. In addition,
Books in the library can be borrowed for free, and in the academy, as long as you want to learn, there is nothing you can’t learn.”
"One or two thousand..." the troll muttered.
Faraudah led the two of them towards the academy. There were many magic energy wells along the way. Every time the dark elf passed a well, he would recite a spell to activate it, and a pillar of magic light would rise from the well, towering into the clouds and shining in all directions with brilliant brilliance.
"Otherwise, the gate of the academy will not be opened." Faraudah explained briefly, "You don't have to go to such trouble when you put on the academy's special ring. Someone will prepare it for you later."
The dark elf walked in front, followed closely by the boy, and the troll man followed step by step, carefully observing Jonas's steps.
The bridge leading to the college is so dilapidated that it's scary.
There is a flat road followed by a steep slope, and even the stone railings are incomplete. The disaster has damaged the road in spots. In many places, it is only three palms wide and full of cracks.
There is an abyss beneath your feet, the currents are tens of miles below, and the waves are all connected.
The wind here is so strong that pedestrians are frightened.
The boy walked carefully, sticking to the handrails if there were any, and passed slowly when he encountered danger. This performance made Lu Zhengkang quite applauded.
Lu Zhengkang asked Farauda, ​​"I want to buy Hanshuang's spell book, but I don't know how much it will cost?"
"The novice-level spells of the destruction system are uniformly priced at 30 gold coins each. There are discounts for purchases within the academy. 25 gold coins each. For apprentices, the price is between 200 and 500..." The dark elf mage talked about money.
, rather indifferently, "...money is really of little use, it's just a step to show sincerity, and it follows the principle of value exchange..."
Faraudah stood in front of a well of magic energy and began to chant the spell again.
The boy turned around and said with a smile: "Sir, if there is anything you want to buy, I will buy it for you..."
Before he finished speaking, the sole of his foot hit a piece of ice, slipped, and fell off the stone bridge.
The troll rushed out like a bolt of lightning, clasped the boy's left wrist with one hand, and pierced the stone with the sharp nails of the other hand to fix the body.
The mage caught a glimpse of this thrilling scene and hurriedly canceled the spell. The magic energy flowed back and hit the magic energy center, causing her brain to tingle.
"Wait a minute, I'll be there soon..." Faraudah shouted.
The huge weight made the stone bricks overwhelmed. Lu Zhengkang grabbed the stone bridge out of a gap and his body began to fall. He did not hesitate to throw the boy up, and he fell at a faster speed like an arrow.
Jonas was flying in the air, his mind going blank.
His eyes wandered in the snowy world, like a lone traveler. He stood at the bridge and watched everything calmly. Time passed so slowly that Jonas could almost stop his heartbeat that was so fast that it would burst.
Count out
Come, the often noisy sea breeze in his ears stopped, and he saw the troll man falling, his black robe billowing, revealing his hair as white as the moonlight of Secunda. The next moment, a piece of golden mist exploded, blowing him away.
It's dyed so brilliantly.
Farauda used the telekinesis of the transformation system to grab the boy and put him down gently. However, she tried to save Lu Zhengkang again, but it was too late. He fell too fast, and all she could see was a black spot glowing with golden light.
As soon as Jonas landed, he was about to jump down without saying a word. Fortunately, the dark elf found him in time and grabbed him again with telekinesis, "Don't be impulsive!"
Don't be impulsive, it means to express condolences.
The boy's eyes were moist, and the tears turned into teardrops in the wind, flowing down his face in a tortuous and ugly path.
The troll man straightened his legs and fell into the current with a splash.
The tension was as strong as iron, and the bones of Lu Zhengkang's legs were destroyed in an instant. Under the effect of the troll's bloodline magic, the broken bones were pulled back into place by the magic energy, the blood vessels were restored, and the muscles were regenerated. Within a minute, he was cured.
.
Lu Zhengkang came out of the water and swam to the shore. He looked up and saw that the stone bridge was so high that he couldn't see it.
The boy leaned out, hoping to see Mr. Troll. He had to be alive and kicking. If he died because of him, Jonas would not live alone.
Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath and let out a Nord war cry, roaring like a thunderstorm in the sky.
The sound waves rippled through the mountains and ice valleys, and could be heard for thousands of miles.
In the sky above Winterfort, the cheers in the tavern were drowned out by the war cry. The Nords were all silent, and then cheers broke out. Some people shouted excitedly: "Listen! Listen! The war cry of a Nord brother! It's like vomiting.
The eyes (Dragon Roar, Dragon Language Magic) are just average! So awesome! So enjoyable!"
For a while, they cried like ghosts and howled like wolves.
Jonas burst into tears and laughed, "It's him, sir!"
The mage covered his buzzing head and said, "His scream was really powerful. He is not tall, but his voice is really loud. It almost knocked me off my feet."
Jonas climbed up, "Come on ma'am, I can't wait to start studying!"
"Of course, no problem. Having led so many new students, you are the most legendary one."
"Have you guided many apprentices?"
"Not really. I only started to be responsible for guarding the Meditation Stone Bridge last year, but a large number of students joined not long ago."
After walking across the stone bridge, a ring-shaped graystone castle stood in front of us. The tall towers were connected by high walls. When the mage activated the last well, a blue light pillar rose into the sky in the academy, and the gate slowly opened.
Open.
The boy looked inside. There was a tall sculpture standing in the center of the wide square. Men, women and children wearing mage robes were walking around, chatting or arguing. The atmosphere was leisurely. At this moment, Jonas turned his attention to the door, and Jonas was paying attention.
He took a deep breath and tentatively stepped into the door frame. The first step he felt was a warm breeze blowing against his face. It turned out that the temperature in the college had been stabilized by magic, making it feel like spring all year round.
Faraudah said loudly: "Welcome! Welcome to the College of Winterfort, which is also the holy place of wisdom!"
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Lu Zhengkang wrung out his robe. The sea water on his body had frozen, and he smashed it into pieces bit by bit and dusted it off.
Finally looking in the direction of the College of Winterhold, the trolls silently rushed towards the tundra. At night, he returned to the resting place of the wolves, and the wolves howled in response.
The bonfire had long been extinguished. Lu Zhengkang lit a small flame and slowly ignited the bonfire.
The food was shared indiscriminately by the wolves, flour was scattered all over the floor, it was really a mess, and the troll fell into deep silence again.
He had no choice but to hunt a walrus to satisfy his hunger.
Chapter completed!