When the Great Mage saw the formation of the group of people, he wisely moved to the side, leaving the pitiful rookie Braveheart to be surrounded by the group of people. Luo Bu had nothing to do at the side. Seeing that Luo Luo would not be able to escape for a while, he continued to walk down the street alone.
With Luo Luo's heroic sacrifice, the Great Mage was barely stopped along the way. In fact, apart from a few academies that were so poor that they couldn't even feed themselves, most of the universities were more reserved. Recruiting students wasn't like buying vegetables at half-price in a supermarket. Sometimes, being too enthusiastic would make people look like they were lowering themselves.
This was especially true for those well-known schools that had a solid foundation. Every year, their recruitment was basically the same, and they wouldn't deliberately do too much publicity. In any case, as long as their own signboard was strong enough, even if they just sat at home, there would still be people coming to their door. In this aspect, naturally, the Holy Roland School of Magic was still the most excessive.
Every year, when it came to recruitment, the once number one Academy of Magic of the human race couldn't wait to write the word "perfunctory" on their faces. They didn't even hang a banner at the entrance of the school. They just casually set up a table to deal with the errands, and an indifferent old man was responsible for collecting money and handing out registration forms. But even so, at this time of year, there was still a sea of people in front of the St. Roland Academy of Magic. The long queue stretched all the way to the Red River Square.
The biggest dream of almost every boy and girl in the Free city-state who wanted to become a mage was to enter this Academy of Magic that had given birth to countless legends. When these children came to Gudilesi University Town every winter, the first thing they did was to go to the St. Roland Academy of Magic to register. The other Academy of Magic in the city's enrollment date was a week later than the St. Roland Academy of Magic by default.
It couldn't be helped. They weren't deliberately giving in to St. Roland's Academy of Magic. It was mainly because even if they were willing to open the door, they wouldn't be able to recruit many people. Everyone was flocking to St. Roland's Academy of Magic.
Fortunately, the recruitment period over there wasn't too long, only seven days in total. Unless you were extremely talented, you could only wait for the next year after these seven days, and the vast majority of children ultimately didn't have the qualifications to enter the Holy Roland School of Magic.
They would probably have a few days to figure out the difference between their dreams and reality. After that, they would put away their disappointment and start looking for a suitable school for themselves.
This period of time was actually the busiest in Gudilesi University Town.
As there were more than ten universities in the western suburbs, they attracted a lot of attention. Recently, the nearby hotels were always full. Rob did not stand out as he wandered around the area alone, and he soon found the location of the Aston Academy of Magic.
It was now an Adventurer's Academy called the Sword of Silver.
Rob frowned. From the previous documents, he could see that although the Saint Roland's Academy of Magic had been changing its name over the years, it was basically a school that mainly trained mages. Why did it suddenly change its main business to training adventurers after more than a hundred years?
This was undoubtedly a little strange.
The Archmage pretended to be interested in studying here and successfully obtained the qualification to visit. After walking around the campus, what he saw was basically what a normal Adventurer's Academy should look like. It was not until he saw an iron wall full of potholes in the training ground in the northeast corner that Rob was slightly stunned.
This was the standard facility of the Academy of Magic, which was generally used to test the power of low-level spells.
The teacher in charge of enrollment of the Sword of Silver had been accompanying him as a guide. At this time, he followed the young man's gaze and smiled. "Oh, that thing. I don't know how long it has been left here. I thought it could be used as an obstacle to practice my climbing ability, but in fact, it's not very useful. It will probably be removed after this month."
Archmage nodded and did not say anything else. After that, the two of them walked around for a while and did not find anything else special. In the end, Rob shook hands with the teacher in charge of enrollment and said goodbye. Before leaving, the teacher added, "I think you should also have a certain level of swordsmanship foundation. If you want to become an excellent swordsman, you can't do it without a good teacher. The Sword of Silver is different from those new schools that have just been established outside. We are an old academy with nearly 200 years of history. We are still guaranteed in terms of teachers and teaching quality. Besides, the tuition is not expensive. You can think about it again when you go back."
"Wait a minute. Teacher, how many years of history did you say your school has?" Something seemed to flash in the young man's mind.
"To be precise, it should be a hundred and ninety-two years of history. We will not lie in this regard. You can ask the old people nearby if they have heard of the name of the Sword of Silver." The teacher in charge of enrollment seemed very proud of the school's history. He wanted to say a few more words. Unexpectedly, it was Luo Bu who spoke first.
"Well, in the past 190 years, has your school changed its location once?"
"Hey, how did you know? Could it be that you have done your homework before and have some understanding of the history of the Sword of Silver? "The teacher in charge of enrollment seemed to have misunderstood something.
"Uh, we can discuss this question the next time we meet. Now, I just want to ask you, do you remember the previous address of your school?"
"I don't remember." The teacher in charge of enrollment shook his head. "That was more than a hundred years ago. How would I know?" However, just when Archmage was about to be disappointed, the teacher added, "But it must be in our school's archives. If you really want to know, I can help you look it up."
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
"Hey, it's not a big deal. It's just a small matter. Although I don't know why you care so much about this kind of thing, just treat it as a part of the school's history. It's not a bad idea to go there and take a look," the teacher in charge of enrollment said.
When Rob got the new address as he wished, the expression on his face was indescribably wonderful.
He never thought that the original location of the Sword of Silver would be across the street, only a dozen meters away from here.
Now, it was a comprehensive academy called Siamus.
Rob crossed the road and came to the school's gate. Looking up at the school emblem on the gate, he could almost determine that the school was the Aston Academy of Magic under a different name.
Archmage had seen the emblem of the Aston Academy of Magic in the "Southern Cities Ukiyo-e". The emblem depicted a small tree growing at the foot of a small hill. If you showed this picture to a hundred people, ninety-nine of them would tell you that the tree was an oak tree.
This was not surprising. Oak was an excellent magic material with excellent elemental affinity and had always been popular among mages. Not only Aston, but many Academy of Magic used the oak tree as their school emblem.
However, Rob knew that the small tree on the emblem of the Aston Academy of Magic was not oak, but Hertomos — the legendary Tree of the Underworld. This tree grew at the entrance to the Underworld. Its appearance was very similar to the oak tree, and it was almost impossible for ordinary people to tell the difference. Like the World Tree Olgard, Hertomos had endless life, but it could never bloom or bear fruit.
Because it was too close to the Underworld, it was unknowingly corroded by the aura of the Underworld and gradually lost its ability to reproduce. It could no longer receive sunlight and could only stay in darkness and shadows forever. The gatekeepers of the Underworld used it to build boats to guide the souls that came and went because only Hertomos could not sink on the Styx.
And now, Rob shockingly found the Tree of the Underworld on the emblem of Siamus.
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