Wizard Immortality

Chapter 46: Separation丨Students

Vic's determination when he left.

Sigs hadn't expected it.

She stood there speechless.

The wind gradually died down.

The rolling dark clouds also subsided.

Boom——

The thunder was dull.

The rain is merciless, washing away the earth.

The castle was littered with corpses and blood was flowing, soaking Sigs's robe.

In the rain.

The backs of Vic and Aaron gradually became blurred.

The cold water flowed down both sides of Sigs' nose, across the corners of her mouth, and dripped down her cheeks.

The air is getting colder.

Sigs's already fair skin became even paler.

After a long silence.

She closed her eyes.

Standing there for a long time.

When you open your eyes.

He left in the other direction without looking back.

She knew why Vic was so decisive and had no regard for their past.

Because that's who that person is.

but.

Do not know why.

She was somewhat sad.

until today.

She still remembered the warning from the first-level wizard Athos who led her into the wizarding world: talent also requires a price.

just now.

Sigs gradually understood what the price was that was too heavy for her to bear.

But she could never let it go in her heart.

That night.

That stunning young boy.

On the road.

Aaron sighed and said, "Vic, isn't it too hurtful for Sigs to say that? She is so enthusiastic."

Vic was unmoved and said coldly, "I said, you and I can't afford her favor."

Although Aaron was promoted to a wizard apprentice, he had only been in the wizarding world for seven years.

Seven years.

For a wizard, it is still childhood.

Aaron looked confused and stopped talking.

Vic's previous life spanned several thousand years and he had a lot of experience.

Sigs' every move.

He saw it all.

He once had countless beauties, but time is cruel and love entanglements are meaningless over a span of thousands of years and only add to the emptiness.

No matter how external things change, Vic's inner pursuit of truth and eternal life remains unchanged.

A few days later.

Vic returns to the academy.

After chatting for a while with Aaron, the two parted ways.

Before he could return to the alchemy workshop, a flying magic pen carrying a handwritten notice fell into his hands.

[Students of the February 19741 term have already entered the school. Please go to the training office to fulfill your duty as a new student.]

According to the regulations of Black Tower Academy.

Wizard apprentices have free access to the Great Library, but are required to teach new students.

Vic studied for a long time in the great library.

He didn't decline.

Walked to the training office with the notice.

Because it was the induction period for new students, the usually quiet teaching department was now crowded with people.

A huge obsidian wall.

The flying magic pen will automatically display the resume and talents of the new students and who the recipient is.

Students with outstanding talents will be given priority to senior apprentices.

Ordinary wizard apprentices can only pick and choose the remaining ones.

The wizard apprentices in the training department gathered together, talking to each other, comparing the talents of the new students and who had a better chance of becoming a wizard apprentice.

There are a few unlucky losers who may not be wanted by anyone.

Vic didn't care.

After randomly selecting two students and filling out the form sent by the teaching department, Vic returned to the alchemy workshop, ready to continue his previous life routine without fail.

Until he memorized and understood all the knowledge in the library. That afternoon.

Two young men walked into Vic's alchemy workshop.

One of them was arrogant, had brown curly hair, and was wearing a bright red aristocratic robe. He was not very old, but he already showed signs of a big belly.

"Is there a wizard here?!"

He spoke with a confident voice.

Even after arriving at Black Tower Academy, he still maintained his aristocratic airs.

The other girl was dressed much more shabbily and looked skinny and frail.

She stood timidly at the door of the alchemy workshop.

Don't dare to go in.

It is normal for young people to be in their prime and full of youthful energy.

But the weak are not afraid of the strong.

If you don't change your character, you will die in a foreign land sooner or later.

Wizards have amazing memories.

Even though Vic only glanced at the form, he already knew the talents and resumes of the two students he was responsible for teaching.

The fat boy who spoke with confidence was named Chuck Flame Lord.

Their ancestors were once a prosperous wizard family, but they have declined and have become ordinary mortal nobles.

The other skinny girl has no name.

Born a serf.

She reported her identity to the receiver as 'Little Mud', but this is not a name, so it is not recorded, just a note.

Seeing that the workshop was empty, the noble boy Chuck squinted at the girl behind him, snorted coldly, turned around and pushed her to the ground, scolding, "Get out! Is this where you belong?! Bastard."

The girl is used to accepting everything.

Not daring to disobey the noble boy's wishes, he quickly knelt on the ground and retreated to the door.

When the noble boy bullied the girl who was born a serf,

A calm voice.

The mental pressure weighed heavily on the two young men.

"In my workshop, everything must follow my rules, understand?"

Even as an apprentice.

The power of a wizard is still not something that mortals can resist.

The two young men were shocked.

The noble boy's face was pale, with beads of sweat the size of beans covering his forehead.

He looked around and yelled in horror, "Who's talking?!"

Vic filled out the form from the Instruction Department casually, but the stupidity and arrogance of the noble boy Chuck was beyond his expectations.

He walked out of the workshop, looked down at her, and said coldly, "I'm talking."

After Vic showed up.

The noble boy Chuck was stunned at first, and looked at Vic rudely for a while, then lowered his head and said reluctantly, "Sir Vic."

Another girl who was born a serf kept her head down and knelt on the ground trembling.

Vic did not favor one over the other because of their backgrounds.

But rewards and punishments are clear.

"Chuck, your origins are meaningless here. When facing a wizard, being rude means death. I will only say this once. Remember?"

Chuck nodded with a stiff neck.

Somewhat unconvinced.

Vic saw it and stopped reminding him, saying, “This is your first day at the academy, I won’t kill you.

As punishment, you will be forced to clean the workshop for a month.

But do not enter the underground workshop without permission."

Vic's expression was calm when he spoke, without much emotional ups and downs.

Chuck was disdainful and didn't believe that Vic would kill him. He just nodded perfunctorily to show that he understood.

Vic is not his parent.

There is no obligation to teach him how to behave in society.

If you don’t know how to be reverent, you will be dead when you die.

Then he said to the girl who was born as a serf, "A wizard should have his own name. From now on, your name is Qiao. Go to the training office later to get a set of clothes.

Tomorrow, I will clean the workshop with Chuck."

The name Vic gave her was a single syllable with no meaning.

Simple and easy to remember.

The serf girl Qiao knelt on the ground, not daring to look up.

Although she looked pitiful.

But Vic was as hard as stone and remained unmoved.

He is only responsible for the academy in teaching newcomers.

He doesn't care whether these two people are dead or alive, or whether they can become wizard apprentices in the future. He just needs to do his job well.

at this time.

A message came from Grant's cursed spirit.

The commission from the Queen of Deep Star has been delivered. If Vic returns to the academy, he can pick it up at his residence.

(End of this chapter)