Chapter 285
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Roursk Higher Magic Academy.
The Prophet brought her apprentices to this Higher Magic Academy.
She glanced at the sheepskin scroll in her hand. The scroll was sealed by a wax seal with an owl imprint.
This scroll was the admission certificate of Roursk Higher Magic Academy. Josiah successfully made the Prophet and her apprentices become members of the Higher Magic Academy through the back door of the grey-clothed man.
"Teacher, do humans have to be sent to the academy at such a young age?"
The Prophet's apprentices and the Prophet walked side by side on the tree-lined path of the academy. On the way, they met several spellcasters who looked to be around ten years old.
"Those are elementary academies. Once the children of any human reach the age, their parents will try their best to send them to the magic academy to learn new knowledge."
The Prophet also had a certain amount of research on the social structure of humans. She looked at the humans who appeared to be around the same age as her, but her heart was terribly heavy.
"When I was young, I could only help my father take care of those hellhounds." An apprentice said with some disappointment.
"There is no formal academy in the Demon Realm, and the ability of your race is a hundred times stronger than that of humans. Even without training, you can become qualified warriors."
The Prophet glanced at the four apprentices under her command. Except for one apprentice who had the bloodline of succubus, the other three apprentices could rely on their race's talent and ability to become warriors no weaker than low-level spellcasters.
Because of the physique of demons that was superior to humans, it caused many demons to think that human knowledge and magic were useless.
Perhaps this view still had some effect a hundred years ago, but today, a hundred years later, human magic machinery had completely surpassed the physical strength and talent of demons.
"The knowledge you have learned will have a decisive impact on the future of the Demon Realm when you return to the Demon Realm. So I hope you will no longer have a playful attitude in the human world."
The Prophet had just finished educating her four apprentices in a serious tone, but she felt that the air around her had suddenly become restless.
"Footsteps."
The Prophet looked behind her. She heard a lot of footsteps approaching her.
"Enemy … Enemy?"
The four apprentices instantly tensed up and leaned together. The Prophet took off her glasses and made a decision after seeing the figure running in the distance.
"Make way," said the prophet.
The acolytes were still in doubt. The prophet calmly walked to the side of the road.
Her apprentices quickly understood what their mentor meant and ran to the Prophet's side. Just as they stood firmly by the Prophet's side, a hurricane rolled up behind them.
In the blink of an eye, the not-so-wide road was occupied by humans. They all ran towards the other side of the road. There were so many of them that if the four apprentices were still standing in the middle of the road, they would have been trampled into a 'devil's sandwich'. Minty flavoured too.
"What … what are they doing? Are you … running away? "
The more cowardly of the four acolytes was already scared silly by the number of humans swarming towards them.
Judging from the attire of these humans, they were all students of this advanced magic academy. The Prophet was keen enough to notice that there were also members of other academies among them.
"I don't know …" The prophet shook his head. If Josiah was here, he would definitely say something as simple and incisive as' the canteen is open '.
As a matter of fact, the destination of these students was the opposite of the cafeteria of Ruhrsk Higher Magic Academy.
"Maybe I can gather information about this from a human."
The Prophet waited until he was at the very end of the line. A few girls with poor stamina were scattered on this tree-lined path. The Prophet saw a girl who seemed to be easy to talk to and walked up to her.
"Hello."
The prophet looked up at the girl with long silver hair. The prophet felt that she had seen her face somewhere before.
"Hello … I've never seen your face before. Are you from the elementary division?" The girl bent down and looked at the prophet.
The prophet did not give her an answer. Instead, she showed the sheepskin scroll with the owl wax seal on it to the girl. This also proved that she was a new student of the advanced division.
"You're … a new student at this time? Uh … my name is Herland Loyd. Welcome to this academy. "
Herland stretched out her hand to the girl whose height only reached her abdomen.
"Prophet."
The prophet also stretched out her hand and told Herland her code name. She rarely told others her real name.
"Prophet … What a strange name." Herland did not dwell on it. She looked up and down at this special new student. "Are you also going to see Belle and Leon's interview?"
"Visit … Talk?" This was not the first time the prophet heard these strange words after coming to this city.
"It's right in front of this road. Our academy's magic arena seems to have installed a magical machine called a 'television' yesterday. Through that machine, we can see Belle and Leon's conversation with our own eyes." Herland pointed to the end of the road.
All the students who ran on this road were going to the arena to fight for a spot.
Herland's stamina was not good, so she could only walk slowly.
"It's that Belle and Leon. You should know them! The male and female protagonists of 'This Demon Isn't Too Cold' and 'Beauty and the Demon'. "
Another girl appeared behind Herland. This girl's eyes were shining, and the prophet kept taking a step back.
The prophet felt the aura of holy light from her … She was undoubtedly a believer of the Kingdom of Saints.
"She's Sansa, my friend. Sorry for scaring you. Do you want to go to the arena with us?"
Herland extended an invitation to this seemingly young junior. The intellectual aura emanating from the Prophet made Herland feel inexplicably close to him.
"About that …"
The prophet hesitated at Herland's invitation. Back then, Josiah had told her not to run around with strangers.
While she was hesitating, the prophet suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves on the ground.
"Watch out!" The prophet reacted instantly and pulled Herland and Sansa to the side of the road.
In just a few seconds, a unicorn-like creature engraved with lightning runes ran in front of the Prophet. On the back of this creature was a girl who was slightly older than the Prophet.
As the unicorn ran, he could vaguely hear the sound of thunder and lightning. No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like a 'gentle' horse.
"A unicorn favored by the God of Thunder. Isn't that the magical beast owned by the first seat of the Clothier Magic Academy?"
Herland immediately recognized the origin of the magical beast. She could not understand why the first seat of the neighboring academy would ride such a dangerous magical beast around the academy.
"Young Lady … please don't ride it in the academy …"
After the unicorn ran past, a servant panted as he followed it from behind. Before he could finish his words, the unicorn had already disappeared at the end of the road.
"I think she's here to watch this' interview '," the prophet said as she pushed up her wood-framed glasses.
"The dean of the Clothier Magic Academy rejected the proposal to bring in that magical machine. Is that why she came to our academy?"
Herland was very well-informed. After all, he was in the Advanced Magic Academy next door. To him, the students of that academy were more like competitors.
"Ah! This is our territory. How can we let other academies take it! "Sansa came to a realization and wanted to drag Herland to the arena.
"It's too late to go now."
Herland panted. For someone like her who majored in magical machines and Inscription of Order, her stamina could not compare to her wild mage sister.
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