"In the world of magic, bloodline can roughly determine a person's merits."
Lord El-Melloi, also known as Kenneth, stood on the podium and talked. There were no wrinkles on his dark blue clock tower uniform, and his short blond hair was neatly combed behind his head, perhaps with hair wax.
Because of this, it shines brightly in the light.
Today's lesson was supposed to be about the accelerated synchronization technique of natural crystals, but for some reason, he suddenly brought up the topic of blood.
"The reason is that the secret of magic cannot be completed by one generation, so parents will let their children inherit the results of a lifetime of training. The longer the history of the family, the more authoritative it is. It is precisely because of this."
The students all nodded in agreement with Kenneth's point of view. To be precise, the theory of blood is the cornerstone of today. It is a matter of course that things will fall to the ground when thrown.
"So why do we start with such a preliminary topic today? The reason is very simple, because a few days ago, a student submitted a paper to me, titled "Pursuing the Road to a New Generation of Magic." This paper is very important to what I just said.
An objection was raised.”
Kenneth picked up a neatly bound stack of papers on the podium without any expression on his face.
Weber, who was sitting below, couldn't help biting his lower lip because he wrote that paper.
"This genius student came up with a genius idea: through deepening the understanding of magic and more rational application of magic, the innate gap can be bridged."
"In other words, even a magician with weak blood can become a first-class magician through hard work. To be honest, this paper really opened my eyes."
The mocking expression on Kenneth's face combined with the drawn-out tone made Webber feel a little annoyed. He couldn't help but lower his head and stare at the notes in front of him.
The students around him were whispering to each other, as if they were guessing who wrote the paper.
"Please be quiet--"
Kenneth coughed lightly, and then criticized mercilessly.
"To put it bluntly, what is written here is nothing more than delusion. The quality of magic is determined by differences in bloodline, which is a fact that cannot be covered."
He looked in the direction of Weber, and the sarcasm in his words became more intense.
"Classmate Weber Velvet, it's really a pity that one of my students has such delusions!"
The surrounding students all looked in the direction of Weber, and the whispering voices lingered in his ears. Along with Kenneth's words, these voices became louder and louder, even the thunder roared on a rainy day.
"Teacher, I just raise a question about the old system of the Magic Association!"
Weber stood up suddenly, his fists clenched tightly, and his body was shaking slightly.
"Classmate Weber, if I remember correctly, your family's magician bloodline seems to have only been passed down for three generations."
"But that doesn't affect my conclusion!"
Weber retorted loudly, saying that he was unwilling to have his research results be reduced to worthless.
"So assuming, just assuming that your conclusion is correct, then classmate Weber... your eldest son rank certification failed again, right?"
The corners of Kenneth's mouth raised slightly, and the smile on his face seemed so hateful to Webb.
"That is……"
Although I really want to find a reason to defend myself, it is an indisputable fact that the eldest son has failed to be certified as a magician several times in succession.
In this lecture theater, there are many high-level magicians such as Dian Si and Ji Si, but without exception, these people all come from a long-standing magician family.
"Listen up, classmate Weber, from the history of the Magic Association, your family can only be regarded as a newborn baby. Before you ask questions about your parents, you should learn how to speak first."
Kenneth lowered his eyes and threw Weber's paper on the ground. The classmates burst into laughter and looked at Weber with undisguised contempt.
Snapped--!
Weber pushed the door open in anger, and the laughter in the classroom became louder and louder, and could even be heard far away in another corridor.
"Okay, everyone, please be quiet. Let's continue today's lesson..."
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"You actually look down on me! You actually look down on me! You actually look down on me——!!!"
Weber walked through the corridor angrily and quickly, and then said nonchalantly, his whole body was like an unstable volcano that could erupt at any time.
"Is that what a lecturer should do? After that guy read my thesis, he was obviously jealous of me and afraid of my talent, so he did that kind of thing in front of everyone!"
"ah--!"
Suddenly, a cleaning truck rushed out of the corridor on the right. Weber couldn't dodge, so he could only hit it firmly and then fell to the ground.
"I'm really sorry……"
The cleaner who was pushing the cleaning truck apologized repeatedly, helped Weber up, then picked up the cleaning tools scattered on the ground one by one and put them back into the cleaning truck.
"By the way, aren't you a student in the mineralogy department? Why didn't you go to class?"
"Well...Teacher Kenneth asked me to go get something for him."
Facing the cleaner's question, Weber was embarrassed to tell the reason why he left the classroom, so he could only make up a lie to cope with it.
"That's just right. Can you give this to Lord El-Melloi?"
After hearing Weber's words, the cleaner handed over a box wrapped in brown paper.
"this one?"
"Please, it's said to be something very important."
The cleaner warned again and again, and then pushed the cleaning cart away.
"Something very important..."
Weber curiously looked at the box tightly wrapped in kraft paper in his hand, and finally paid attention to the beautiful cursive English written on the outside.
"The postal address is... Macedonia...?"
A few days later,
"Damn it, such an important holy relic is really missing!"
Kenneth frowned, and even his usual calmness was forgotten. In order to buy that holy relic, he spent a lot of money.
What's more important is that the Holy Grail War is about to begin, and I don't have any spare holy relics. If I lose my place to participate because of such a ridiculous mistake, I'm afraid that I, and even El-Melloi, will be discredited.
"Don't let me know who stole the holy relic, otherwise I will make it impossible for him to live or die!"
He gnashed his teeth and swore, and at the same time contacted Rufreus and asked if there were any holy relics collected by Ulphis. After all, Ulphis mastered the art of séance, and the holy relic was a magic trick often used in séances.
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Soon Kenneth acquired a new holy relic, which was a rusted spear tip, said to come from the famous Fiona Knights. Although it could not be compared with his previous holy relic, it was not too different.