Demon King

The monthly "Academy Star" published by the Kingdom of Lasses at the end of each month will select the rankings of the city colleges in Lasses. Among the home colleges, the Royal College, which has trained a large number of officials and generals, is unsurprisingly ranked first, and the financial level of the teachers far exceeds the second place.

　　Occupying land in the outer suburbs requires land approval from the Kingdom. The Royal Academy is semi-national, so it can build a huge academy without hindrance.

　　 And the other three colleges in Wangduzhong purchased the real estate development rights of Wangdu from the city hall and transformed them into colleges.

　　 All kingdoms attach great importance to the development of the colleges in the country. This is the "cradle of talents" and "the new star of the future."

　　 Hurricane Academy is almost the worst academy in the Kingdom of Lasses. It has been at the bottom for seven consecutive years. The ranking affects the reputation of the Academy. Most of the common people’s understanding of the Academy comes from "Academy Stars." The student level of Hurricane Academy is declining year by year. Most of them are ordinary civilians who can barely pay the tuition of two thousand benas per year. The number is getting smaller and smaller. Now the whole college has only three or four hundred people. The tight-funded Hurricane Academy had to suspend many unpopular departments, and now only the Warrior Department, Swordsman Department, Magician Department and a few cultural studies departments remain.

Hurricane Academy is located on Leslie Avenue in the downtown area, and the area is only one twentieth the size of the Royal Academy. Today is the day of admission. At this time, only a few people are queuing up in front of the college gate to register. Unlike the other three colleges, it is in order to attract civilians. For students, Hurricane Academy has cancelled the admissions assessment, but the effect is not good.

Mapojav yawned, leaned back in his chair and basked in the sun lazily, watching a few civilians who had gritted their teeth and paid the tuition and walked into the gate of the college with hope, suddenly wondering if he should consider where the college would go after the college collapsed. NS.

　　 Mapoyav is one of the founders of the Hurricane Academy. When the Academy was established, he served as the vice-principal and part-time warrior mentor. He has a deep affection for the Hurricane Academy.

It’s just a pity that in this royal capital that values ​​status and identity, the principal of Polanko, who was born in a barren northern farmer’s family, suffered all kinds of difficulties in the business school. Polanko and Mapojav were once adventurers and spent ten. The savings from many years of adventure and the income from selling the farm led to the establishment of an academy. The teachers at the time were all partners of the same adventure team.

However, due to poor management, the original partners left one by one, and most of the current mentors are students who have graduated. After graduation, they were not regarded by the nobles as servants, guards, or adventurers who licked blood. He and mercenary, so he stayed in the academy as a mentor, and his strength was limited.

　　 As the number of students decreases, even if Mapoyav is unwilling to accept the reality, he still has to admit that Hurricane Academy is on the verge of bankruptcy. Maybe after this year, the Academy will cease to exist, and the mood will inevitably become heavy.

　　 Mapoyav was in a trance, and a young man's voice rang in front of him: "Is the Hurricane Academy still recruiting people?"

　　 Standing in front of him was a young man with a white head and a woman wearing a mage's robe. The two had outstanding temperaments, unlike poor civilians.

　　 Mapoyav brought up the spirit and started to introduce: "Do you two want to sign up for the Hurricane Academy? The Hurricane Academy was established in 323 years of the glory calendar and has a long history..."

　　 It’s only 334 years of glory this year, no matter how long it is, Ivo said helplessly: "Uncle, just tell me how much tuition I have to pay."

　　 Mapojav rubbed his hands, "Two thousand benas a year."

"It's so cheap." Ivo murmured and quickly paid the tuition for the two. Mapojav was even more convinced that the two came from a wealthy family, and his eyes were fixed on Nafi. For the current Hurricane Academy, he needs it most. It is the talented students who cultivate promising graduates, and their reputation will rise.

For the academy, the reputation of the students is its signature. Not to mention the Royal Academy, the Seabird Academy, the second capital of the king, graduates more than 100 students every year, and 10% of the best students will be selected as guards by the nobles. The rest of the graduates can also mix well in the mercenary world and the Adventurer Association, and become famous. This is how the reputation of the academy is accumulated year by year.

　　 Na Fei wore a mage robe that did not reveal her level today. Mages are all talented geniuses, and the nobles also favor wizards the most, so Mapoyav put more attention on Na Fei.

　　 Mapoyav cleared his throat, took out the paper and pen for recording, and asked in a kind tone: "What are the names of the two?"

　　 "Ivo Harriken."

　　 "Nafee Linches."

　　 Mapoyav did not think of the Marquis family, his preconceived thinking made him think that nobles would not enter the Hurricane Academy.

　　 "What profession do you two tend to study?"

　　 "Warrior." "Witcher."

Mapoyav was worried. The Hurricane Academy did not have a wizard department, but he was reluctant to give up a student who might be a wizard. He gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth, "There is no wizard department in the academy, but we can hire the dark side of the Adventurer Association. The robe wizard teaches you."

　　 Na Fei shook her head: "No need."

　　 Mapoyav doubted: "Although I am not a mage, I also know that an apprentice must be guided by a mentor to become an official mage."

　　 Nafei smiled softly, but what he said almost scared Mapoyav under the table, "I am a wizard in black robe with three rings, not an apprentice."

　　 Three-ring black robe wizard, this is even more powerful than the instructor of their wizard department.

　　 "Three, three rings..." Mapoyaf smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, you already have such strength, you don't need to join any academy."

　　 Nafei pointed to Ivo: "I followed him."

　　 Only then did Mapoyav set his sights on Ivo, curious and doubtful, "May I ask your strength?"

　　 Ivo spread his hands: "Don't look at me with such fiery eyes, I'm only a level 1 fighter."

　　 Mapoya served slightly disappointed: "Uh, what are the ages of the two?"

　　 Na Fei: "I am 17 years old."

　　 Mapoyafu sighed. The 17-year-old three-ring black robe wizard is really a rare wizard genius.

　　 Na Fei did not reveal the strength of her multi-line wizard. She is as proficient in the five elements, and the difficulty of cultivation is dozens of times that of ordinary single-line wizards.

　　 Ivo: "I'm 10 years old, oh, almost 11."

　　 Mapoyav shook his wrist in surprise, his quill drew an abrupt fold line on the paper, his eyes widened, shouldn't the 10-year-old boy be still doing the introductory training of combat skills? That's not right... A 10-year-old child has the strength of a level 1 fighter, and how high his physical potential is, I am afraid that his physique is even better than that of the orcs.

　　 Could the college be favored by the gods, and the great northern **** sent two geniuses to help them?

　　 Mapoyav asked with disbelief and suspicion: "You two are sure to join the Hurricane Academy?"

　　 Ivo: "I paid all the money, and I lost money if I didn't go to school."

　　 Mapoyav suppressed the surprise in his heart, and even his voice trembled: "It is really our luck that the two of you can choose Hurricane Academy. Can I ask the two of you why you chose Hurricane?"

　　 Ivo shrugged, "Actually, there is no reason. I heard that your college is good, so I dropped out of the Royal College."

Mapojav blinked, pinched his thigh, pondered for half a minute, then suddenly stood up, stumbled and ran into the academy, and let out a deafening roar: "Principal! Polanko! Come out quickly! Uuuuu...this is the favor of the gods." !"

　　 There was a commotion inside the academy, and a large group of students and tutors were alarmed. They poked their heads out of the academy building and looked at the vice-principal who seemed crazy.

　　 Yiwo Fu: "I just want to keep a low profile."

　　 Nafei showed off her eyebrows helplessly: "Do you think I would believe it?"

　　...

　　Polanko is a thin man.

At this time in the principal’s study, the principal Polanko and Mapojav were sitting opposite Ivo and Nafi, their eyes kept moving around the two of them, their eyes were very hot, Ivo took out the exposed grass and smoked betel nut to chew. , Relax, or he's afraid that he can't help taking out the Hammer of Hurricane and smashing them at the two suspected bends.

"Na Fei...sir, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Polanke learned of Na Fei’s aristocratic status from the information they filled in. At this time, his tone was restrained: "Miss Linches can choose Hurricane Academy. This is Our glory, but there is no wizard instructor in the academy..."

　　Nafei glanced at Ivo, drank a sip of the red coffee ground by the principal of Poland, and chuckled: "I don't need a tutor. I am going to study in the Department of Literature, Language and History."

　　Polanco breathed a sigh of relief. If Miss Linchez was disappointed to leave because of insufficient teachers at the college, he would be very sorry that he had missed this opportunity to change the college.

　　 Ivo knocked on the table, "I join the Warrior Department, I am willing to learn all the skills that can make me stronger."

Polanco dare not neglect the unidentified Ivo, a wrinkled old face with a kind smile: "Mr. Ivo, your expectations will be implemented. The Warrior Department is the largest department of the Hurricane Academy, Mapoyaf. The vice-principal is even a sixth-level war song warrior, and he will teach you with all his heart."

　　 Ivo smiled, covered his chest and bowed slightly: "After that, I will trouble Mr. Vice Principal."

Mapojav smiled and waved his hand. He was in a good mood. He looked at each other and understood each other's meaning. Ivo and Nafi were talented students with outstanding identities. They decided to tilt most of the resources of the college. For them, we must create the most superior growth environment for them.

　　The students have great achievements, and the academy will be dazzled by it.

　　Polanko praised: "Mr. Ivo, I see the desire for power in your eyes. This is the firm pursuit of a truly strong man. On behalf of the college, I welcome both of you to enroll."

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