Arcane Linguist

Chapter 404 The student with legendary destiny

"I basically agree with your suggestion. Regarding the details, I will discuss it with the rotating committee members as soon as possible."

Antonia made the final decision during the interdimensional communication, showing great support.

Roland said: "I have made such a big benefit to Atrein, so the recent arcane funds must be given to us more, right?

I heard that some people are eyeing it and want to compete with us in research. "

Antonia said meaningfully: “On the road of pursuing the truth, it is inevitable that there will always be people walking with you.

This shows that your direction is recognized. "

Check it out.

No wonder he is a legendary mage.

How well do you speak?

Roland was at a loss for the time being and hung up the interdimensional communication.

But a moment later, he received an exciting report from Lei.

"At Lain suddenly approved a special fund for us, a full 2000 million gold coins!

This is a rare act of generosity, and I feel more confident about winning this arcane competition, but...do you know what's going on? "

Ah, this...

Your Excellency Antonia, are you an old arrogant person?

Roland was speechless for a moment.

……

"Fawn, good morning!"

Royal Academy of Magic, on campus.

The young and lovely princess Rumel caught up with Faen who was meditating alone on the top platform and said hello.

Her face was flushed, showing both the excitement of her blood after running and the shyness of a young girl in Huaichun.

Faen responded lightly and continued to look into the distance.

The huge campus occupies most of the capital of Sinvela, with beautiful scenery and green trees.

The capital is a city that slowly developed after the academy was built, just like the city of Tyree in East Lena.

He had a panoramic view of this extremely familiar campus, but he didn't pay even the slightest attention to the beautiful girl next to him.

Seeing his reaction, the girl couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

She puffed up her cheeks and said somewhat depressedly: "What are you doing here?"

Fawn said: "I'm wondering what kind of person our new teacher Mr. Roland is."

Rumel blinked and said: "Your Excellency Roland, of course, is the Archmage of Atrein, the Arcana Committee, and the founder of the school.

By the way, he seems to be the youngest recipient of the Arcane Star in the history of Atrein! "

Fine shook his head slightly: "These are just appearances, not the essence."

"Oh, it's not essential." Rumel was a little impatient, "Anyway, he is our new teacher now, and we will have to deal with him well in the next few years.

My father and mother have said that he may become a legend in the future.

Even if he cannot become a legend, he is at least the founder of the Seris School. As long as this school exists, it will be a legend living in the hearts of everyone.

Otherwise, why would everyone pay such a high price to become his disciple?

By the way, we recently formed a study class and planned to study the arcana of the Seris School.

This is already a prominent subject in Atrein. No matter how Mr. Roland arranges our studies, we will definitely have to use it. Do you want to come with us? "

She said so much in one breath, her eyes always fixed on this young man in his early twenties.

But the young man's answer still disappointed her: "No, I don't plan to attend any gatherings or discuss any arcana in the recent period."

Rumel asked strangely: "Then what are you going to do?"

Fawn said: "I just want to be alone and quiet."

Rumel's face suddenly turned pale.

She pursed her lips and blinked her eyes again and again, as if the glass was fogged.

But in the end, he still forced a smile and said: "Okay, I'll go first. You must come if you are free."

Fawn nodded flatly.

Rumel walked back sadly, but Faen stayed at the top of the mountain.

The sun goes down and the clouds shine. Fire-like clouds float in the sky ahead, dyeing a large area of ​​jungle and buildings inside the campus into a gilded color.

Some of the buildings are specially made in white, reflecting the rays of light from the sky, making them look magnificent.

But Fa En seemed to have lost interest in this and slowly walked down the mountain.

At this moment, Roland happened to come over, followed by Tatari and several high-level mage guards, but there were not many of them.

"Your Excellency Roland."

Fa En came forward and saluted.

"Are you here to see the scenery? I once heard someone say that the campus of the Royal Academy of Magic has a beautiful view of the sunset. Come on, come up with me and have a look."

Roland knew that the other party was a talented young man discovered by Master August, with a kind face.

Fawn had no choice but to go back and accompany Roland to watch the scenery that he just got tired of seeing.

Roland noticed that he was not in a good mood and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Your Excellency."

Fawn recovered his thoughts and replied.

Roland knew that Fang Yan was not sincere, but he just smiled and said nothing more.

Young people at this age have many sentimental thoughts.

Maybe there is some emotional entanglement or something.

But what Roland didn't know was that after the sun completely set and the two of them went back, Fan found Master Augut.

"Your Excellency, I want to ask you something."

"what's up?"

"I want to stay and fight for Sinvera!"

"What?" Master Ogut was flipping through an ancient book on the sofa in the living room. After hearing this, he closed the book and stood up suddenly.

"Do you know how valuable this quota is?"

"I know." Fan looked at him and spoke in a heavy tone, "Regardless of our origins and status, almost every one of us has a 'worth' worth more than tens of millions.

Your Excellency, you also paid such a price for me, and in exchange for this..."

"Low!" Master Ogut interrupted him coldly.

Fa En was slightly startled.

"I say your vision is low." Master August said, "Each of you is worth more than 5000 million gold coins, and Prince Will and Princess Rumel are worth more than 2 million.

In addition to this, there are some corresponding political transactions, as well as arcane techniques, precious resources, and the value is even more difficult to measure. We have spent so much money to finally get the opportunity for you to become a disciple of Mr. Roland. You actually told me that you don’t want to go and that you want to stay and die as cannon fodder? "

When Fan heard this, he couldn't help but be startled.

"Why? Why does it cost so much?"

Master August said: "Isn't this all for you?"

Faen said: "Wouldn't it be better to spend such a large amount of wealth on military expenditures and on fighting against the invasion of demons?

Also, I want to fight for Sinvera, not be cannon fodder! "

"My child, it's not that simple." August's voice suddenly softened, "There are some things that you may not understand now, but I can't explain them to you.

Only when you see it with your own eyes and experience it will you gradually understand.

Moreover, no matter how hopeless this country is, it cannot collapse in just a few years. Counting the time it takes for normal human mages to grow up, ten or twenty years will still be enough for you to grow into high-level or even archmages. level.

At that time, if you are still willing to fulfill your mission and come back to fight for Sinvera, wouldn't you be able to contribute more? "

Fawn said coldly: "It's okay to deceive those Muggles who have never attended a magic academy, but saying this to me is too much, right?

Master Ogut, are you insulting my intelligence?

If I used to make excuses to evade responsibility and not fight for Xinwei when I was a mid-level mage, and when I became a high-level mage or archmage, with a more noble status and greater responsibilities, why would I have to fight for Xinwei again? To fight?

When I get there, I will fight for humanity and the overall situation! "

Master Augute's expression froze, with some inexplicable embarrassment.

"You think she has no hope, so you want to send us away to leave a chance for the country to recover in the future?"

Faen said stubbornly.

"Then I would rather stay and die with this country!"

"Sure enough, I did not misjudge the person. You and those people are different after all."

August sighed helplessly and looked at the young man who was offending him with appreciation.

“But if you really think that there are only moths and rats left in this country and no one is willing to fight to death for it, you are totally wrong.

The current situation is far from being the turn of people like you to appear. As a fifth-level mage, what can you do even if you risk your life to kill the enemy?

Even if you advance to a higher level in the future and reach the eighth or ninth level, what will happen?

The Abyss Legion is powerful in the universe. There are countless lords, and the big lords are all high-level existences.

Behind them, there are demons and demons from hell.

Only legends, those who have reached the legendary level, or those demigod heroes with the blood of gods, can compete with them on the stage of this universe.

This is a chess game with the country and civilization as the bet, and it is also a game between the gods and the strong.

Now, let alone being a chess player, you may not even have the qualifications to be on the chessboard. "

Fine choked.

“So, do you really think that staying here to fight those demons to the death means you are truly patriotic?

It is true that what you just said may be an excuse for despicable people to evade responsibility.

But let go of your prejudices and think about it rationally and objectively, and it makes some sense.

In the great cause of fighting against demons, no one should be more noble and valuable than anyone else.

But...that's just perceptual cognition, not the law of objective reality.

I arranged for you to go overseas so that after you complete your studies, you can make greater contributions to Sinvera, and even turn the tide and save the world.

Right now, you don't have any ability to do all of this. You still need to learn, grow, and truly...enlighten! "

Faen said: "But if everyone works together, stays and contributes their own strength, it may not be impossible to fight to the death!

If I really leave, I will actually stab Sinvela again in the bleeding wound. How will I be able to talk about my contribution in the future? "

"Oh, actually you are right."

Master Augute said helplessly.

“If everyone is like us and moves their family property away when encountering difficulties and dangers, this will also be one of the causes of Xingweila’s death.

Of course we can find endless excuses for this, such as saying that we need to protect the last hope and leave seeds for the future.

But why is it that the sons of farmers and hunters are sent to die on the battlefield, while the sons of powerful men and mages become hope?

Why can some people talk openly about their ideals, while others have to enter the battlefield and become blood foam in the meat grinder?

How many hypocritical lies are there, and how many excuses are there for evasion?

I just said that there are some things that you may not understand now.

But actually, even I can’t figure it out myself.

I don’t understand, how could Xinweila, a good person, become like this? "

There was an unspeakable astringency in August's voice.

"However, I would like to use my own selfishness and sincerely hope that you can live until the moment when you become stronger and truly have the ability to save the world.

Maybe you will die young in the process, or maybe your will will be corroded by peace and your ambition to make progress will be sapped.

But I think the greatest miracle of life lies in these uncertain futures.

If I arrange it this way, am I not gambling?

I'm betting on whether you are willing to be loyal to the future and realize my wishes, or whether you will gradually get lost in vested interests and give up your beliefs and ideals.

So, Fine, you are just my pawn now.

You have to respect my choice and don't talk to me about your own choices.

One day in the future, when you have the confidence and qualifications to make your own choices, come back to my tombstone and tell me that you have grown up and can make your own decisions.

At that time, no one can control you no matter what you want, do you understand? "

When Fan heard this, he was silent for a long time.

Finally he spoke with difficulty: "I... understand."

……

"Huh? This Faun seems to be a little different?"

When he saw Fawn again, Roland felt a familiar quality from him.

It may not be correct to say that this thing is temperament or a certain trait.

There are almost no words in the world to describe it.

Because it is not something on the material level, but just a spiritual transformation.

Fain him, he awakened the legendary destiny!

This young man with a calm temperament and melancholy eyes really aroused Roland's curiosity and attention.

"What happened in just two or three days?"

Roland couldn't help but feel a little curious.

But in this magical universe, there is a sea of ​​people who have awakened to the legendary destiny.

This is just a trait.

Roland couldn't help paying more attention to him, but he really couldn't say he valued him much.

After all, in his opinion, these so-called favored children are just beautiful flowers grown in greenhouses, and they are also bargaining chips in the transactions between the two countries.

"Looking at them, they seem to have learned a lot from the Seris School of thought. Shouldn't they take a preliminary exam to fulfill their responsibilities?"

He got a lot of benefits from this channel. He didn't express anything after so many days, and he felt a little guilty.

(End of this chapter)