The atmosphere in the Royal Magic Academy was weird these few days. Students were whispering to each other everywhere in the academy. Even the professors, who usually kept a straight face, couldn't help but join in the conversation.
Most mages were a group of rather arrogant people, especially at a prestigious school like the Royal Magic Academy with such a long history. Both the teachers and students were unperturbed.
"Calmness is a necessary lesson for every magician." This sentence was always on the tip of the Vice Principal's tongue, used to educate the new students who had just entered the school and performed poorly.
Even though the succession of the throne and the ascension of a new king were major events in the eyes of ordinary people, not every Mage would care about them. After all, among the mages, the probability of being a bookworm or an academic maniac wasn't low. Many of them actually knew nothing about politics.
But today, almost all the magicians looked as if they were facing a great enemy. Even a few old monsters who usually stayed in their magic towers were alarmed. In the afternoon, they showed their faces in the college for the first time.
Most people couldn't remember the last time these high and mighty magicians were so nervous.
In the Tiste Academy, the eyes of the young ladies were filled with worry, while the young men secretly clenched their fists.
"I know. There must be an enemy who is jealous of Senior Rob's talent. They don't want to watch him grow, so they sent someone to sneak into our college and kidnap Senior Rob," someone said confidently.
Everyone drew a sharp intake of breath upon hearing this. To be able to steal the future hope of the human race right under the noses of the principal, the vice-principal, and the dean of academic affairs, just how powerful was this person?
Shadow Stalker? Underground elves? Or the descendants of the gods? No matter who it was, it had to be a level-nine expert!
And it was possible that the other party had sent more than one level-nine expert.
Only such a grand lineup could hide from Principal Steins, who was also a level-nine expert, as well as the legendary magic array under the Royal College of Magic and Magic.
It was said that the magic array was built by 12 Supreme Magicians 700 years ago. Its purpose was to protect young magicians in times of war. From its effects in the next few hundred years, it indeed lived up to its reputation.
Since its completion, the magic array had never been breached from the outside. The successive principals would repair it and fill in the holes. Occasionally, they would add some new functions.
In short, the magic array could be called an impenetrable fortress. Moreover, there was a level-nine Supreme Magician, Steins, in charge. Hence, the saying that there was more than one level-nine enemy was not nonsense.
However, Steins obviously didn't agree with this saying.
The principal stared at the little turtle that was playing in the fish tank, his face ashen.
Opposite him, the Vice Principal and the Dean of Academic Affairs also had serious expressions on their faces, but the Dean of Academic Affairs faintly revealed a hint of amusement in his eyes.
They were all gathered in Rob's Magic Tower. However, the three of them in the room hadn't spoken for a long time, especially Principal Steins. Even though he was just sitting there quietly, the aura of a level-nine Supreme Magician made the two level-eight Grand Magicians feel pressured.
The Academic Affairs Dean began to miss the super comfortable bed in his Magic Tower, and the barrel of elf-brewed wine under the bed.
Fortunately, the principal finally broke the long silence.
"What do you think?"
"Nonsense. This is simply nonsense." Vice Principal Demain was really angry this time. The old man's beard was almost crooked. "Does he know what he's doing? Does he really think he can run around with the title of a future Supreme Magician? Does he know how many people on this continent want to kill him even in their dreams? Once the news of him secretly leaving the Royal College of Magic and Magic gets out, it'll be like shouting to the masters of other races to come and kill me, come and kill me! That kid is just a level-six Supreme Magician. He's nothing compared to those masters who have been famous for many years! He's basically looking for death by doing this. No, we have to find him before others and capture him. "
The Academic Affairs Dean scratched his head and was full of praise. However, he expressed his opinion on the little turtle on the table.
"Amazing, this is the first time I've seen someone who can break your Great Tracking Spell without you noticing. As expected of a super magic genius that only appears once in a hundred years in human history. Tsk tsk, this idea is simply amazing. But then again, this is probably the most useless level-six spell I've seen in my life. Apart from transferring the Great Tracking Spell that you cast on him to this turtle, it doesn't seem to have any other effect. Forgive me for being blunt, but this newly invented level-six spell is a complete disgrace to the magic world."
The Academic Affairs Dean wasn't exaggerating. Most mages could only passively accept knowledge and learn the various spells left behind by their predecessors. They might not be able to create a spell that belonged to them in their lifetime. And it wasn't without reason that Rob was hailed as the hope of the human race. Apart from his unparalleled advancement speed, his understanding of magic also made many old mages feel ashamed of themselves.
However, even for a super genius like Rob, it wasn't an easy task to create a spell. It required a lot of his energy and time, especially since level-six spells were already considered high-grade spells. This fellow had probably been busy with this matter ever since he advanced to a Supreme Magician.
The Academic Affairs Dean couldn't help but sigh that this fellow was really willing to do anything in order to escape.
Considering that the Great Tracking Spell was a level-seven spell and the one who cast this spell on him was the principal himself, wanting to use a mere level-six spell to break it was really not an ordinary level of difficulty. Other people didn't even need to think about it. Even for Rob, this problem wasn't easy to solve, so this fellow actually couldn't help but resort to trickery in the end.
This was also why the Academic Affairs Dean said that the level-six spell that a certain person invented was the weakest spell he had ever seen in his life.
If the spells that were currently popular in the magic world could be compared to a universal solution, then Rob's Displacement Spell would be an incomparably pure and unique solution.
For example, the Great Tracking Art released by the Headmaster could be used on Luo Bu, the Vice-headmaster, or anyone else he wanted to use it on. There was almost no limit to its applicability. However, Luo Bu's Transfer Art was completely unconventional. There were two conditions that had to be fulfilled before it could be used.
First, the Great Tracking Spell it targeted had to be released by the principal.
Second, the target of the Displacement Spell had to be the little turtle in the fish tank. It couldn't be other creatures. No, strictly speaking, it couldn't even be other little turtles. Even if they looked exactly the same, there was no need to talk about it!
Yes, the spell created by Rob was just that useless! It could only help him escape from the evil clutches of the principal, and there was only one chance. Once the angry principal decided to kill the little turtle he kept, his level-six spell would be as good as useless.
However, it was precisely because of these two prerequisites that greatly reduced the time that Rob needed to solve the problem. He only spent slightly more than half a year to construct a level-six spell and get rid of the magic tracking mark that the principal had set on him. This was simply unimaginable in the history of human magic.
The Academic Affairs Dean sighed. "I've told you before that you're too harsh on that child. He's either undergoing intensive special training in your Magic Tower or meditating in his own Magic Tower. Not to mention love, he doesn't even have time to fly a plane. After so many years in school, the number of times he's stepped out of the Magic Tower can be counted on one hand. No wonder he always wanted to escape in the past few years."
"If you want to become the greatest mage, you must be able to endure loneliness." The Vice Principal didn't agree. "But I do admire this kid a little. Three years ago, he failed to escape for the 19th time and was thrown into the simulated elemental field for a summer. After he came out, he never showed any signs of wanting to escape again. He held it in until he advanced to a quasi-magus, and then specially spent time to create this kind of messy spell to deal with the principal. Not bad, his escape this time can be said to be well-planned. He actually succeeded in deceiving all of us."
Principal Steins sneered. "So what if it's well-planned? A level-six levitation spell can at most fly a hundred miles in a day. I've already sent a message to Richard, the commander of the Second Knight Division, and asked him to take some people to chase after him. Looking at the time, he should be caught soon. Hehe, I was worried that the previous training was a little too much. Seeing him so energetic, I'm relieved. Demain, when that kid comes back, we'll start the devil's test that we've carefully prepared. "
Hearing this, the Academic Affairs Dean shuddered. In his heart, he silently expressed sympathy for the genius youth named Rob.
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