The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 570 - 01: Blood Elf Magic Academy2

To be honest, Amos had never encountered such a studious student before.

"Respected ntor, may I borrow your notebook?"

"My notebook?"

"Yes, isn’t it said that we need to comprehend things?"

"But I also said that understanding is a personal journey, much of which cannot even be put into words."

"That’s okay. I always manage to glean so clues from your notebooks. Of course, it might be useless too, but what’s the harm in trying?"

Amos hesitated for a mont but eventually turned around, pulled out one of his old notebooks from his student days off the bookshelf, and handed it to Angel.

"Do you think his notebook will be useful?" a devilish voice softly whispered in his ear, "You already have your brother’s notebook. Could his possibly be better than your brother’s?"

"Who knows? The key is, my brother’s notebook is terribly ssy, and there are parts I can’t even understand. If, as the ntor said, everyone’s comprehension is unique, then maybe by combining the two notebooks, I could grasp even more insights?"

After bowing to Amos, Angel left the office. Yes, an office. Since there was only one student, there was no need for a classroom—teaching directly in Amos’s office sufficed. It was just a matter of adding another desk and chair.

Watching Angel’s departing figure, Amos let out a helpless sigh but then slowly broke into a smile.

He was rather pleased with this student. Diligent, imaginative, quick-witted. Most importantly, he had a solid foundation. Amos even began to grow curious about Angel’s parents.

"What kind of parents could raise a child like this? It’s not just about talent. Perhaps I should et them and discuss education with them, then promote a new educational model to others. Who knows, I might beco a great educator. Hmm... but maybe it’s pointless. Never mind, I’ll think about it later."

...

In the plaza, a few magic apprentices were sparring, taking turns casting Fireball Technique and Shield Technique. For magic apprentices, these were the most basic spells.

The sparring was interspersed with bursts of excited laughter. Why? Because even the most basic spells were not sothing a novice could cast right away. Normally, if they could perform these, it ant they’d probably been studying here for over ten years.

For soone destined to beco a mage, the first ti successfully casting a spell—who could not feel joyful?

Angel had also been ecstatic the first ti he succeeded, though that was when he was thirteen years old.

"The cheapest new wand costs fifty silver coins, the materials for Shawuti’s experint are twenty silver coins, and the McGill experint I want to attempt costs as much as eighty silver coins... My goodness, why do I feel like the most important thing since enrolling isn’t studying, but figuring out how to deal with money? I only earn forty silver coins a month for helping out in the lab, and I still have to pretend I’m already working. Mother’s even started considering making pay for household expenses. After paying, I’ll barely have money left for lunch." Hugging his book, Angel walked past the edge of the plaza.

"Angel, becoming a mage is all about money. It just depends on how much you’re willing to burn," the devil teased in his ear, "Behind every accomplishnt are countless experints, and behind every experint is money. You need not only silver coins but also gold, and if you want to trade with the Dragon Clan, you might even need gemstones. Without money, you’d be left locking yourself in a room every day, daydreaming and becoming so ’theoretical master.’ Once you have your own students, you’d only be able to tell them ’hypotheses.’ Just like your ntor. Maybe it’s ti you found a way to make more money."

"I know. My brother was always good at making money. He could always find ways to get money from various places, then buy materials and conduct experints. He even had extra money to buy toys."

"Do you know how he made money?"

"I don’t. He never spoke about it. Perhaps... it wasn’t sothing respectable. I think I have an idea of what he did," Angel sighed softly, "I just wish I could recall any slips where he might have let his thods slip. Unfortunately, he never revealed anything. I only know he was wealthy."

"Then figure it out yourself, Angel," the devil murmured, "You can’t live in your brother’s shadow forever. You’re no less than him—perhaps even better. If he could do it, so can you. Think carefully; there’s always a way, Angel."

"But I really can’t think of anything."

Two magic apprentices approached from in front, passing by Angel.

"Angel!" one of the Blood Elf girls suddenly exclaid.

She was a girl with long black hair, black eyebrows, and fair skin... Well, to be fair, all Blood Elves had those traits, so that didn’t say much. If she had any distinguishing features, it might be her slightly wavy hair and slightly larger face—larger than the average Blood Elf’s. Also, slightly thicker eyebrows.

In conclusion, she’d be an undeniable beauty in the Human World, but among Blood Elves, she was very ordinary.

Angel turned around, silently looking at this classmate who had called out his na, though he did not recognize her.

"Hello, Angel. My na is Mosharili. I was there during your duel—or rather, exam—with Amos Mage. I’ve always wanted to et you." Walking up to Angel, Mosharili extended her hand.

After hesitating slightly, Angel gave a slight bow, took her hand, and gently kissed the back of it.

"Hello, nice to et you, Mosharili," Angel said before turning and walking away.

Mosharili was completely stunned for a mont, quickly chasing after him and blocking his way, "Where are you going? We just t—shouldn’t we talk a bit?"

"But I have things to take care of, and I haven’t thought of what to talk about with you. Maybe when I think of sothing, I’ll find you?" Hugging his book, Angel continued to walk forward step by step.

Mosharili tiptoed backward as she walked, looking at Angel with a smile, "You really are strange. This is the first ti I’ve heard of soone just saying hello after eting and then leaving. But that’s okay! You’re a genius. Geniuses should have special privileges. If anyone else did this to , I might have slapped them."

"So what?"

"We know each other now, so we’re friends. Since we’re friends, maybe we can find so common topics to talk about."

"I have no idea what common topics we could possibly have."

"That’s exactly why we need to find one."

"And what’s the point of finding one?"

"It’ll strengthen our friendship."

"And then?"

"Well... I really don’t know how to answer that. Truly. Maybe this is the kind of question only a genius would ask—sothing ordinary students like can’t answer. Hahaha." As she continued walking backward, Mosharili bumped into a pillar behind her, "Ouch!"

Not only did she bump into it, but she also fell flat onto the ground.

"Are you okay?" Angel finally stopped walking, but he still stood there clutching his book, showing no intention of helping Mosharili up.

"I’m fine, I’m fine." With the help of her classmate, Mosharili wobbled to her feet, hurriedly dusting off the dirt on her clothes while still grinning at Angel.

Her eyes practically sparkled with stars.

The other female classmate with her, though, looked at Angel with chilling indifference. From beginning to end, she hadn’t said a single word.

Mosharili thought for a mont and then suggested, "This afternoon, there’s a lecture. How about we attend it together? The topic is ’The Arcane Mysteries of the Red Demon Era.’"

Angel was just about to refuse when he suddenly heard Mosharili add, "Every magic apprentice attending can get a one-silver-coin stipend."

"A stipend? There’s a stipend for attending a lecture?" Angel was stunned.

"You didn’t know?" Mosharili was also surprised.

"I... I didn’t know. First ti I’ve heard of it."

"Hmm, lectures usually have stipends. Of course, the content is generally not particularly important. If it were important, it would be made into a course. As for unimportant stuff... they usually offer stipends. After all, without the stipends, who’d want to sit there for two hours? Less than a tenth of the hall would be filled, and the Magic Masters giving the lecture would be quite embarrassed."

"Alright, I’ll go," Angel replied earnestly.