With the increasing vibrancy of magic tides in recent years, more and more young wizards have been born in the wizard world, and the calls for a new academy have been heard throughout the entire league. Between the enrollment exams and the opening season, heavyweight newspapers are inevitably discussing and analyzing this matter.
The only problem is whether this new college is built within the First University and becomes the fifth college of the school; or whether it is independent of the First University, it only shares the huge island of Bouga with the First University.
Of course, in any case, a new college must be approved by the first university.
Because in the early stages of its emergence, the resources, strength, luck, and even reputation that the first four colleges of the First University will be diverted. In a sense, the Alliance is willing to see such things happen.
Similarly, the emergence of the new academy will surely bring great benefits to its initiators and builders.
Benefits in various senses.
Just thinking about this, the old fish man who had made up his mind to ignore the proposal of the wizard in the North District was immediately moved, and even the magic power that had already decayed in his body couldn't help but thrill, as if he was celebrating and cheering in advance.
A piece of big fat meat that has not yet been cooked is a huge temptation for many people, and everyone will want to taste it - this is the second thought that comes to the mind of the old fish man. It does not even need to fiddle with dominoes or crystal balls, but it can infer how many covetous gazes the establishment of this new academy will attract.
Thinking of this, it couldn't help but tilt its head and looked at the young witch beside it very seriously. It didn't know if she knew the value of this plan, and wondered if she could not keep this precious wealth.
However, thinking of the rumor on Bouji Island, if the young witch next to her had a really good relationship with the new legendary mouse immortal, she would have been able to protect this fruit.
Colma noticed the gaze beside her.
She mistakenly thought that her imagination just now was a bit frivolous, which attracted the scrutiny of the old fish man, so she quickly calmed down, and her tone slightly relieved:
"...I have always believed that fishman is not very different from wizards - drifting in the ancient magic tides, rising and falling in the gentle ebbs and flows of fate - our distance from you is far smaller than the distance between us and the starry sky. Since wizards can accommodate the starry sky, why can't we leave a small gap for us?"
She looked at the old professor, her eyes shining, making the old fishman feel that her eyes seemed to have replaced the hidden moon in the sky, and the surroundings were clear.
It untied the bag hanging on the belt, reached out and groped inside, lowered its head, and the sound returned to its original turbidity:
"Indeed, as you said just now, horsemen, taurens, and even some of the already civilized troll tribes will welcome your proposal. As for us..."
The old fishman pulled his hand out of the bag, holding a worn parchment book. He wiped the moss stained on it, pulled off the decayed buckle, and turned around and handed it to the witch:
"If you have really listened to my class, you should know that what I often say to my classmates in class - destroying order does not bring freedom, order can bring freedom - just like the divination of fortune tellers, there are two explanations for your proposal, one is not to follow your advice to "destroy the existing order" and the other is to follow your advice to "establish a new order".
If it was before the Battle of Black Prison, I would have chosen the first explanation. But after the Battle of Black Prison, the increasingly surging magic tides between heaven and earth told me that the old order had gradually collapsed and the new order had not been fully established... So, this time, I chose the second explanation.
Linzhong Lake Fishman has been in school for a long time and has had some confusing ideas about the establishment and operation of several colleges... You can take this book as a general reference.
Principal bless you, I hope we all have good luck.”
The witch looked cautious and reached out to pick up the book.
No pulling.
The old fishman grabbed the book very tightly, as if it became a little uneasy when it was taken away: "Have you really made up your mind? You know, building a new college is not just about finding some stones, building a few courtyard walls, and gathering a few dilapidated laboratories... Alliance, school, silent forest, silent river, you will face countless problems that cannot be solved..."
"You and I are both marginal people. What is the most important thing about marginal people?"
The witch used a little force to pull the book into her hand, raised the corner of her mouth, and showed a bright smile: "It's an attitude. She is not afraid of difficulties, is indomitable, and takes everything as if nothing is left.
Since I became sensible, I have to solve at least three problems that cannot be solved every day... During the day, I went to the silent forest to pick up mushrooms and fungus to cook soup for everyone; at night, I went to the silent river to steal water clams raised by the kappa boy to earn some living expenses; I also had to complete the magic homework assigned by the teacher at the same time, and learn how to use as few materials as possible to make effective magic potions... For people in the northern district, living must face countless problems that cannot be solved."
The old fishman looked at the witch with emotion: "Everyone said that you had lost your luck and became a great wizard at this age. Now it seems that any success by coincidence has the inevitable conditions for birth."
The witch raised three fingers: "Just like the three difficult problems that appear every day... There are three things in this world. The deeper and lasting my thinking about them, the more the surprise and awe they arouse in my heart will be. One is the vast starry sky above our heads, the morality in our hearts, and the other is the courage of the wizards in the north to struggle in hopelessness. Those who have seen the light, the ray of light is buried in their hearts, and the name is hope; but those who have always been in the dark can muster up the courage to find the light... This is the reason why I can never give up on them."
These words express her determination very well.
The old fishman nodded slightly, feeling very satisfied.
"The new educational institution you built," it carefully and serious, has begun to take on some kind of consultant role: "Is it a college, or a school?"
‘School’ means independence from the first university. Although there are fewer constraints, there are fewer benefits that can be shared from the alliance or Bougai. You must know that the world is not only the first university, one university.
And the college's words-
The old fishman has begun to think in his heart about which professors in the four colleges of the First University may become friends of the new colleges, and those professors will become enemies of everyone.
"Of course it's the college," Colma clenched her fists, as if she wanted to cheer herself up: "Anyway, the school was originally planning to expand a college... right?"
Obviously, she was not sure about this.
Professor Garcia smiled, and then he felt the youngness of the little girl in front of him.
It pinched the fat yellow-skinned frog in its hand, and did not give more pressure to the young wizards: "There are too many young wizards from marginal groups in the alliance who want to learn advanced magic and cannot get it. If you fulfill their dreams, even if you are just an ordinary academy outside the first university, you will be grateful for them... You should also know that this academy will make you a legend among all marginal people. Although the legend on the edge is not far away, it will inevitably stand on the edge of the legend."
After saying this, perhaps he felt that the witch in front of him was too young, and the old fish man couldn't help but say a long-lasting sentence: "...I mean, it's a matter of time."
Korma lowered her eyelids, her tone as calm as her expression.
"It is almost impossible. The consequence of opportunistic advancement is that the foundation is too thin." Her voice was filled with a hint of self-deprecating and a hint of relief: "I guess if I really could have gone to that point, the school probably wouldn't agree to the birth of this college. The first university is large, but it is also very small. It can't accommodate too many legendary existences."
"Have you thought of the name of the new academy?"
“Friendly Academy.”
The witch replied softly: "It will be the academy of the marginals and will also become a shelter for the marginals. Whether a society is prosperous and great has never been seen as the height of mainstream culture, but whether the marginals also have the right to survive and develop. By the way, your frogs are well raised... How about selling me tens of thousands of dollars?"
"Ten thousand?"
The praise on the old man Garcia's face disappeared, his fist couldn't help but clenched, and he threw the yellow-skinned frog in his hand around, and his eyes almost fell out:
"Do you think they are cockroaches? Even cockroaches don't have the reason to ask for tens of thousands at a time!"
Ps, the last semester is completely over. Spend a bunch of money. BTW, I have added 600 words. Where is your monthly ticket?