I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 46 The Wizard’s First Lesson

It shot onto him like a blazing flame.

With a sweep of the floor, Anlos turned his head and looked at the shadow at the corner of the dormitory, squinting his eyes and wandering around.

There was nothing in sight.

strangeness.
Anlos frowned.

This sight was fleeting, but the emotion contained in it was so strong and fiery.

It doesn't look like the lustful painter's subordinate [Horse in the Stream]. The four dead believers are not worthy of its care.

What's more, this is Nymeria.

Where Principal Gabriel Hamlet rules.

No matter how unreliable this principal seems, he is still an "old" wizard with immeasurable strength, who has lived for hundreds of years.

This is why, even if he wanted to capture Anlos, [The Horse in the Creek] did not dare to show up in person.

Afraid of ending up like the banshee in the forest.

but.
If not the enemy, then who is it?

One of his ardent fans?

Anlos couldn't help but laugh.

Even though he is the number one freshman and attracts much attention, and some people admire him, it is not to the point of "fanaticism".

He didn't do anything to anyone else.

Anros temporarily withdrew his gaze and secretly increased his vigilance.

On the surface, he was chatting with the enthusiastic classmates who helped him push his wheelchair as usual, while heading to the student cafeteria.

After eating breakfast, Anlos's face turned a little red.

He was slowly pushed along the boulevard that was beginning to turn yellow, feeling the cool autumn breeze comfortably.

Her white curly hair was flying, and her ice-blue eyes reflected the swaying green grass and sparkling lakes. The whole person exuded a peaceful temperament, which calmed the hearts of those around her unconsciously.

The fellow students gradually parted ways, and the noise gradually subsided.

In the end, only a few people stood in front of the simple and elegant building of the wizard academy.

The number of young wizards recruited this year is similar to previous years.

There are twenty-three people in total, forming a small class.

This does not mean that the empire only has so many young people with wizard talents.

Instead, there are only twenty-three young people who are prepared to face strange things, come into contact with extraordinary powers, and successfully enter Nymeria.

In the future, there may be people among them who are extremely talented and mentally determined, who will travel across the ocean and enter the Wizard Tower for further studies.

What we will face then will be a real nightmare.

Therefore, the standards for becoming a wizard must be high, and the foundation and roots must be solid.

Otherwise, even death will be a luxury.

When Anlos was pushed into the classroom, the students all showed expressions of surprise, and their eyes followed him.

——Anlos Tian!

Like a pebble falling on water, this name caused ripples in everyone's hearts.

Everyone stared at the white-haired boy in the wheelchair with burning eyes.

The compulsory courses at Nymeria Academy are generally large courses.

The kind that takes up two hours at a time with a ten-minute break in between takes up the entire morning or afternoon.

Anlos's morning course was "Basic Theory and Introduction to Wizards", taught by Mr. Armstrong, professor of Herbology.

Still an old acquaintance.

At this time, there are only five minutes left before class.

On the podium, when the chubby old man with white beard saw Anlos, his eyes lit up and he took the initiative to say hello:

"Good morning, respectable young gentleman, Mr. Anlos! Are you feeling better? I'm so surprised that you can come!"

As he spoke, Armstrong rubbed his hands excitedly. Wow - I can actually be praised by Nymeria's professor. He is worthy of being the number one among the freshmen.

The students were amazed in their hearts and moved their seats, hoping that Anros could sit next to them.

The classroom is not a rigid boxy one, but a circular staircase classroom, with rows of wooden seats surrounding the front podium.

The dome above was wrapped with dark green vines that grew out of nowhere, swaying slightly in the wind.

For a classroom with only about twenty people, the space can be said to be quite spacious.

Anlos was helped up, raised his eyes, and saw Markul sitting in the center.

So, under the gaze of many eyes, Anros slowly walked over and sat down next to Markul.

The other students' faces immediately showed regretful looks.

"Oh!"

Macul screamed, flattered, his cheeks flushed, and his back unconsciously straightened as straight as a sword.

I just don’t know why, but Anlos’ eyes have a strange kindliness.

Markul was on pins and needles watching this.

At this moment, a dark figure walked into the classroom.

It was like a crow had flown in, even the dark red uniform couldn't suppress the black hair that was like ink.

In an instant, there was silence in the classroom.

Countless eyes were fixed on the tall girl walking into the classroom, with a mixture of surprise and repulsion in their eyes.

In the third place of the entrance exam, Inashal's face was like an ice sculpture, indifferent to the surroundings, and she stepped over the stairs with her long legs.

When walking past Anlos, Anlos seemed to feel a chill drifting over him.

Inashal walked to the last row and sat down in the far corner, away from everyone, without saying a word.

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Suddenly, a low and melodious bell rang outside the classroom, breaking the silence in the room.

"Dang——dang——"

The bells ringing throughout the campus signaled the official start of the first class of the new semester.

Professor Armstrong was completely unaware of the strange atmosphere in the classroom, and still said cheerfully:
"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to Nymeria's Wizarding Academy! I am Professor Armstrong Pavula, who will be taking your first three weeks of basic wizarding courses. I mainly teach Herbology."

Facing the excited and burning gazes of the students, Armstrong raised his mustache and said with a smile:
"I know you all can't wait to get in touch with the mysterious power of wizards, but before we officially start practicing, let's review the basic knowledge first."

"What is a 'wizard'?"

"In a broad sense, those who have learned the meditation method and can spontaneously gather elemental energy are called 'wizards' - this also appeared in the first multiple-choice question of your written examination."

As if remembering something, Armstrong glanced at Anlos.

After a pause, he continued:

"But according to the standard, just learning to meditate can only be regarded as a 'wizard apprentice'. Only by passing the assessment can one be considered an official wizard."

"A wizard apprentice is divided into three stages, first level, second level and third level. The strength increases step by step."

Corresponding to the levels, level 20 is the second level and level 30 is the third level.

Anros added in his mind.

"After three years of studying in Nymeria, most people can reach the second level. At the third level, one or two in a class is considered very good, and the talent is extremely high."

"If you want to go to the Wizard Tower for further study, you must reach the third level before the age of 18. The requirements are very demanding."

"Then, there is the wizard school."

Having said this, Professor Armstrong calmed down and said seriously:
"Remember, only the seven wizard schools under the control of the three righteous gods are accessible to you."

"Everything else is evil!"

on the seat.

Anros blinked and felt an arrow hit his knee.

(End of this chapter)