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Chapter 247 The Emperor’s Currency

Here, after a fierce duel match, the Grand Duchess Sophia flipped up her wet hair and suddenly asked Renne a question: "Is it really that easy to train a mage?"

"Oh? Are you jealous that I trained so many mages for Barbarossa?"

"Where is it? I'm just curious." Sophia picked up the orange that had been cut on the desk and stuffed a piece into Ren's mouth.

"Barbarossa XIII needed marching rations, so I gave him marching rations. How could I possibly cook him a big meal in that little time?"

The Grand Duchess blinked: "But it looks like it was indeed a feast!"

"Well said, what's the price?"

"Uh."

Ren asked himself and answered: "The price is that most of them will not be able to advance to a higher level in this life. What the emperor needs is a mage group with huge destructive power, then they will always be one of the members, and They are not an independent, qualified mage. They have no chance to learn the coping abilities that a mage should have, or even the most basic protective magic."

"no chance?"

"The emperor will only send them from one battlefield to the next. There is no chance that they will come to me for extra lessons. They know this, but they are still very happy..."

"Ok?"

Ren put his hands behind his head, his mind fell into memories, and told a story that happened two days ago:
"In class, I told them that the emperor would take them up like treasures and protect them. In front of them would be the most powerful shield guards who were not afraid of death, and there would always be archers on their sides to protect their flanks. There are even knights who can cut off the queen for them when necessary. But they will never be able to become good adventurers, advance up the ranks, and fight against more powerful enemies. Do you know how they react?"

"Just an 'oh'?"

Ren was slightly surprised that Sophia accurately guessed their reactions.

He continued: "I was very surprised at the time. Not to mention those children from poor backgrounds, even apprentices from noble backgrounds had this reaction. After class, an apprentice named Milian Alessandro came to me and told me an ordinary story And it was a story that shocked my heart. I clearly remember the calmness and determination in his eyes when he said this..."

There was a misty look in Renn's eyes, and his thoughts had returned to that sunny afternoon.

The 18-year-old apprentice in front of him was awkwardly holding a knitted hat that had been washed white. He obviously had enough money to buy a fashionable hat. He was wearing it just a moment ago. This can only be said to be a family member. , most likely it was his mother who helped him knit it.

"Sir, if you have time, can you listen to my story? Most of my classmates and I have similar situations."

Ren nodded.

Milian opened the conversation:

"I was born into an ordinary family in the southern part of the empire. My family was neither a sinner who committed a major crime and would be a slave forever, nor was there anything that could be said to be noble for dozens of generations. I have a 45-year-old middle-aged miner father. A mother who works as a laundry maid in a baron's house. My parents' salary is not enough to keep me cold and hungry, well, actually a little, but I can bear it."

"When I was 12 years old, I started to sit in the corner outside the tavern, eavesdropping on the stories told by bards about living saints and knight heroes. I envied them. But I knew that I would never be a knight in my life, because at the age of 12 A knight's apprentice needs to be able to lift a 100-pound barbell, and I'm too skinny."

"Thanks to my good math talent, I don't have to follow my father to the mines. I only need to help the foreman calculate the total amount of ore every day."

"Gradually, my father had a bad cough and could not afford to work 14 hours a day as a miner. The foreman was a good man, and he asked my father to go to the mine to keep vigil. But this also meant a decrease in income. At this time, my mother fell ill I'm seriously ill. My family has a debt of one gold coin." "This is definitely bad news for our family. I have two younger brothers and a younger sister."

When Ren heard this, he asked him: "Have you ever resented anything?"

Milian shook his head: "Who do you resent? Heavy taxes? No one to help us? No! I am already very grateful. I know that there are many places where children have no chance to grow up and will be killed."

Ren was silent for a long time.

Milian continued: "I am a Northlander, and I know very well that people who cannot fight the orcs are just a burden to the empire. I just feel that you, Your Excellency, come from a world that is very likely to be peaceful. You are sorry that we cannot pursue a more peaceful world." We feel guilty because of our high goals. But for us, being able to become mages is already a great blessing. Because... we are no longer a burden to the empire, but the emperor's currency! As for me, gold coins or platinum coins, It doesn't matter anymore."

Having said this, Ren finally pulled himself out of his thoughts of memories.

Sophia gave Ren a strong hug: "He is right, you have changed the fate of many people. Without you, one hundred thousand citizens of Marino would have become undead. Without you, this orc invasion is likely to lead to massacres." Millions of people. Be proud, Wren."

"Ah."

Renn left the Grand Duke's Mansion and returned to the academy. He looked at the apprentices who saluted him along the way and felt their sincere gazes of admiration.

Ren's heart felt warm.From another perspective, they were just worthless cannon fodder in the eyes of the big shots. At this time, they have completed their class jump.

Ren knew this result, as did the emperor and even the mages who walked on one leg themselves.

Ren once thought this might be a mistake, but now it seems that it can only be said to be a choice of fate.

In the morning class, Ren announced the addition of an elective course.

"I once thought that as long as you meet the needs of the war, you special recruits will have completed your mission. I once regarded you as parts in a machine and tiles in a house. Facts have proved that I was wrong. You are Living people have their own dreams and ideas.”

"As a leader, I should not narrowly regard you as parts of a war machine."

"So I announce that I will give you a [Magic Protection Course], and Mr. Harry Winston will be responsible for teaching you."

"Finally, if you are lucky enough to come back after this war, you can take classes with the college's latest junior class self-funded students at any time to make up for the basic knowledge you are missing."

After Ren said that, he ignored the loud cheers behind him and just gave up the teaching altar to his second disciple.

In fact, by allowing these special recruits to master the war magic used by the group as before, he has already completed his mission.

But he can't make a lot of money by destroying his conscience.

Walking out of the classroom, looking at the bright sky, he smiled: "The emperor's currency? Gold coins? No! My students can only be platinum coins!"

Renn didn't know how much trouble his momentary act of kindness caused.

(End of this chapter)