Arcane Linguist

Chapter 1 Crossed over, but the tiankeng
In the dimly lit room, Roland woke up feeling cold all over and staring at his eyes.

The thick bloody smell like killing a chicken lingers in the nose, making people sick to the stomach.

"what happened?"

He stretched out his blood-stained palm to look at it, and his memory surged like a tide, and he finally realized what just happened.

He actually passed through!
Time travel to a boy from another world!
Thanks to the fusion of memory at the critical moment, remembering that there is a precious scroll that can be used for healing, this regained its vitality and survived.

Roland tried his best to recall that the boy was also called Roland (transliteration), and he was a student of Falanda, a well-known academy in the Arcane Empire, Arterine.

To be precise, it should be called a mage apprentice.

How did such a young man with a bright future make such a fuss?

Roland suddenly realized that he had fallen into the sinkhole dug by his predecessor himself.

His predecessor was a sorcerer's apprentice from a small town. He usually only knows how to solve problems and doesn't understand the real principle of how this society works.

As he was approaching graduation, he failed to protect his graduation thesis and was seen by his classmate Ramqi.

Silly Baitian's predecessor was not only not wary, but also had in-depth discussions with him, thinking that they could inspire each other and strive for excellence.

But he didn't expect that on the surface, Ramkey was kind and patient, but he turned his head and wrote the essence of it into his thesis and submitted it first.

After the predecessor found out, he confronted Ramqi, but was pushed back by the other party with "What evidence do you have?"

This kid couldn't think about it for a while, so he did something stupid, leaving himself a mess.

"That's not okay, it's a good deck of cards, it's completely smashed!"

Roland frowned.

Because of the failure of my predecessor, what I am left with now are two completely different life paths.

One is to successfully pass the tower entry exam, transfer to a trainee mage, graduate after years of study, stay in the tower, and become a real winner in life in this era.

One is to return home after school, go home to farm, and live a difficult life under heavy taxes and miscellaneous taxes, or become a small clerk in a town, working hard all day long with paperwork, and spending a mediocre and boring life in the midst of busyness and hardship.

"No matter what, you can't do nothing and stay in the dormitory to be autistic."

Roland left the dormitory, intending to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he first asked the leader of the college to report it and try it out.

If it doesn't work, think of another way.

Soon after, in the teaching office, in the office.

"Apprentice Roland, I'm very sorry, I think these are just your one-sided remarks."

High-ranking mage, the director of the teaching office held up his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said to Roland indifferently.

"What's more, even if what you said is true, I can't help it. I even suggest that you give up as soon as possible."

"Why?" Roland's surprise overwhelmed his anger, and he couldn't help asking.

"Because I conclude that you don't have the wisdom and meticulousness required to become an official mage. You are just the son of a farmer from a small town. You are able to study at a well-known university in the empire, and you have already been greatly benefited by the arcane reform.

The so-called education, in addition to discovering and cultivating talents, originally has the function of elimination.

If it were a dark dynasty where wizards were in power, apprentices would have to fight to the death to seek promotion opportunities, and losers like you would have already died on the escort ship. "

The director of the Teaching Office spoke indifferently, and uttered chilling words.

Roland said in horror: "But now is the age of arcane arts, not the age of wizards."

The director of the teaching office said lightly: "So you should be even more grateful and grateful that you are living in a good era."

"I understand!"

Roland's voice was low, like a wounded beast.

When he came outside the teaching office, he looked up tiredly at the rising sun outside the window, and let out a long breath of foul air.

shit!

Shit!

Fuck Arcane Empire!Fuck Thanksgiving, Fuck Good Times!
Roland clenched his fists, his knuckles clucked, and he roared wildly deep in his heart.

……

On the spacious campus road, all the apprentices are hurrying, shuttling between the cafeteria or classrooms, only the graduates are free to take pictures with an alchemy product called a camera.

All of these inevitably brought back some good memories for Roland.

It's a pity that these good things will soon be far away from me.

Because of his predecessor's mistakes, he will soon drop out of school and fall back to the bottom of the society where his original family lives.

Roland counted his current belongings, and found that his predecessor had almost nothing except the few spell scrolls he won in the competition and the two 2-level spell quotas that apprentices would give.

Even the most precious healing scroll was used by him before.

Perhaps the only thing worthy of praise is that he studied hard. In ten years, he basically learned all the 0-level spells of various departments.

But in the eyes of official mages, level 0 spells are all "tricks", and this level is nothing more than a solid foundation like a nerd.

His predecessor was dull and introverted, and a little cowardly, and he didn't make any friends who could help him in the academy. It was just luck that he had a childhood sweetheart from his hometown, who had been a classmate for ten years, and was a high-achieving knight major.

Roland pondered for a while, and sent her a message with an apprentice badge.

Although he knew that the other party was just a student and couldn't be of much help, finding someone to discuss with him at this time could be regarded as a life-saving comfort.

"Roland, here!"

Not long after, the soft voice caught the attention of Roland who was dazed under the tree.

Roland turned his head to look, and more than ten steps away, a muscular figure with slender legs came into view. It was Atali, a childhood sweetheart who had been a classmate for ten years and passed the same school all the way.

She was wearing a dazzling silver-white female knight costume, tightly wrapped in black leather pants, her legs were more round and powerful, and a long sword was slung around her waist, which set off her tall and straight figure full of youthful vigor, but her face was also full of youthful vitality due to her previous body. There is a bit of unspeakable sadness about the matter.

Next to Atali is her best friend Xinia, a foreign beauty with maroon skin and red-hot hair.

She was wearing a gothic-style purple dress and a Lani-style big cape. She was petite and delicate, but when she saw Roland, she couldn't beat her anywhere, and beat her with the small magic wand in her hand: "You nerd, why don't you?" Doing such a stupid thing, you want to ruin your own future?"

"Okay, Cynthia, don't talk about him anymore at this time, let's help find a way together."

Atalie's chest was as broad as her figure, and even with an unconcealable sadness on her face, she was still gentle and generous, tolerant of Roland's previous mistakes.

This made Roland's already cold heart feel a little warm.

(End of this chapter)