Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 32 Public Opinion in the Warrior Division

"I became a follower of the nobles."

Aglaia told her family about her current job.

He briefly mentioned recent events, including a sparring session that resulted in an injury and hospitalization. He deeply realized his own lack of talent and the scarcity of martial arts resources, and resolved to make changes.

"Child, are you mentally prepared?" Mother Yuna asked with a worried expression.

The upper class, lacking legal constraints, has always been viewed negatively by the lower classes. Many have been known for oppressing the innocent, abducting women, and acting with impunity.

Some nobles even had excessive fetishes, taking pleasure in wantonly trampling on people's bodies and dignity. There were never shortage of rumors circulating, with descriptions such as "beauty paper," "beauty chair," and "beauty bowl" appearing at one time.

Beautiful flowers always arouse the destructive desires of those with twisted hearts.

"Yes, Mother! I have sworn to give everything to Lord Tai'an." The tea-haired girl's face was unnaturally flushed, and her hand unconsciously rested on her pounding heart, as if confirming her feelings.

"All right…"

For the sake of her daughter bringing back silver dollars, Yuna said nothing more. She had once followed the same path, falling in love with a humorous and witty nobleman.

However, as time passed, her beautiful appearance faded, and the person she loved never appeared again. He left behind only some money and a small house to house the mother and daughter.

Alia gleefully counted the silver coins in her purse, excitedly scooping them up and down with her hands, letting them slip through her fingers, listening intently to the clinking sounds, a silly grin spreading across her face: "Sis, will you be earning this much every month from now on?"

"Yes!" Aglaia said gently, ruffling her sister's messy hair.

"I want to go to the academy next year too," Alia said, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"It's definitely possible!" Aglaia solemnly promised her sister.

Even if you don't get into Violet Academy, there are other good options.

Such as the White Stone Craftsmen's School, the Venus Academy of Fine Arts, Clarentine's Kitchen, the Elm Street School of Art, the Hissgrien School of Business and Management, the Van Dingburg School of Architecture...

Becoming a professional is not the only way out in the world. In fact, the vast majority of ordinary people choose to learn a skill or obtain a diploma in order to make a living in the capital.

Having completed its mission, the Shadow Cloak carefully draped itself over the wooden clothes rack, and the slender body pressed against the cold wall as she climbed onto the wooden bed.

Although the bed was hard and not as comfortable as the dormitory, she slept soundly, holding her younger sister and drifting off to sleep without a care in the world.

The next morning, a light drizzle fell endlessly from the sky.

March is typically a rainy season. A thin layer of mist hung over the damp city streets. The cold wind howled, its chill slightly biting.

Soldiers' Division.

Morning training begins at 7:00 AM every day, starting with a 3,000-meter run. This applies to both men and women without exception.

The cold rain soaked the students' clothes, and some of them, who were physically weak, shivered uncontrollably.

A formal-level expert, whose entire body is covered in a transparent aura, is naturally immune to the cold. Not only that, but their battle aura can also repel rain, making them completely impervious to water and mosquitoes.

It can be said that only by entering a formal class can one truly qualify as an adventurer. Otherwise, venturing rashly into the wilderness and facing all sorts of snakes, mosquitoes, and insects, many people die silently.

Rest time after morning training.

News of Aglaia becoming a noble follower spread quickly through various channels. As one of the few exceptional beauties in the Warrior Division, she has always been the subject of much secret attention.

Moreover, according to rumors, Aglaia is loyal to the same person as Second Siegfried!

The combined popularity of the two events sparked widespread discussion.

Tai'an's identity subsequently came into the public eye.

Tyranny, the younger brother of the four beauties of the academy, the heir to the Blue Rose Earldom of the North, and the fiancé of Greenfield, has become involved with so many famous figures, unknowingly placing himself in the center of public opinion and making him a well-known figure in the academy.

"The noble young master from the North acts swiftly; our proud peacock has yielded so easily?"

"After all, he is the heir of a great noble family, someone we can't compare to."

"What should we do? Should we go and negotiate?"

"Send someone over there to ask; we can concede some benefits appropriately."

"It's no use. Even if your viscount father came in person, he wouldn't give you any face. Blue Rose has the power of a marquis."

The Wizarding Academy is a pure land independent of the secular world.

The melodious bells of the Wizard's Tower rang out. Tai'an, who had been meditating cross-legged all night, opened his eyes, got up and stretched his body, his bones making a series of crisp sounds.

I went downstairs and took the breakfast prepared by the housekeeper from the dining table. It was a plate of slightly cooled steamed buns.

Mussofi himself was nowhere to be seen, presumably out grocery shopping.

The first class in the morning is a transformation class.

Professor Fornes was a handsome young man in his twenties. At least that's how the other students perceived him.

Taian, however, sensed something was amiss and guessed that Furness's appearance was most likely a disguise.

"Children!" Furness spoke in a discordant voice, deep and sharp, unique to dwarves: "Transfiguration is a profound subject, possessing a unique charm. Transfiguration spellcasters are adept at handling all kinds of situations, their appearances and forms can change in countless ways, and they never age. I'm sure you'll find it very interesting."

As he spoke, the young wizard-like Fonneth's appearance changed like liquid, his height rapidly shrinking until he became a short, red-nosed dwarf.

The classroom erupted in uproar.

"Appearances are meaningless to the Transformation Master; this is the real me." Furness pulled a stool from under the podium, stepped onto it with difficulty, braced his hands on the podium table, and looked around the classroom with a serious expression: "Class, turn to the first page of your textbooks, and we will learn step by step."

"Teacher, it seems the textbooks haven't been handed out yet." The curly-haired little wizard raised his hand.

"Take another look," the red-nosed dwarf said with a reserved smile.

The next second, a thick book wrapped in dark brown leather slowly floated onto everyone's table.

"How did you do that?"

"That's amazing!"

The young wizards looked at each other in disbelief.

Tai'an roughly guessed what had happened; the dwarf instructor must have come to the classroom beforehand to make arrangements.

As for the students' specific seats, this can be easily determined through the backtracking function of the monitoring magic painting.

"Don't be surprised. Once you understand it more deeply, you'll understand the various limitations of Transfiguration. First, I'll talk about the main categories of Transfiguration, one of which is illusion magic."

The red-nosed dwarf casually picked up a pencil from the table. Before everyone's eyes, the pencil transformed into a large yellow bee, hovering above the classroom. He then pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket, tossed it into the air, and it turned into a pigeon.

(End of this chapter)