The cool wind at night penetrated into one's heart like water. Illuminated by the bright moonlight, Sammy felt that his head was much clearer than it was during the day when the sun was high in the sky.
However … He still yawned and thought to himself that it was indeed best to sleep on such a beautiful night. That was the greatest enjoyment of life.
The spirit behind him reached out its right hand, but before it could touch the door, it opened with a creak.
"Donnie, have you filled the form?" Sammy asked casually as he walked into the dormitory. He did not have any doubts about the answer, because he knew that Donnie would never regret once he made up his mind.
"Yes." A depressed, confused, and lethargic voice came from a corner. Even Sammy, who was in a daze, could tell that something was wrong. Therefore, he looked over in surprise, only to discover that the chandelier in the dormitory was off. The silver moonlight spilled on the desk and the bookshelves through the window, dyeing them with a layer of bright colors. Donnie, on the other hand, was sitting close to the bed. Half of his face was bathed in the moonlight, and the other half was hidden in the deep darkness. He looked so frustrated and gloomy.
"What happened?" Sammy asked in surprise. Countless ideas popped up in his head, but he ruled them out one by one.
Donnie said in a low and hoarse voice, "Mr. Evans has introduced the quantum theory into the field of body structure and genetic factors. He considers life as a whole arcana system and believes that there is the most fundamental genetic unit that transmits information to the next generation through replication and other methods …"
His description was rigid and sluggish, as if he were in a dream.
"Well …" As one of the best in the school of necromancy, Sammy keenly sensed the exciting content from the brief and imprecise description. It was a groundbreaking, groundbreaking, and guiding theoretical hypothesis. The arcanists would be filled with passion to study the field of life because of it. In the meantime, he frowned in excitement. "In such a case, won't we have to learn the quantum theory in the future? Learn part of the formulas and equations? "
Was it still the school of necromancy that played with the body, no, studied the body and the soul?
Donnie seemed to be both crying and smiling. "Without a doubt, what you said will become a reality."
"No wonder you …" Sammy was greatly enlightened. He looked at Donnie sympathetically and said, "You didn't know it until you filled the form, did you?"
Donnie exhaled. "Yes."
If he wanted to choose again, he would have to wait for next year's registration. However, his family's condition obviously did not allow him to do so.
"In fact, you can think about it from a different perspective. Since even Mr. Evans has paid attention to this field, it means that it is of high exploration and research value. With Mr. Evans' leadership, a series of groundbreaking achievements are bound to pop up. If we invest in this field during this period, we will reap a lot of rewards. Take the Atom Institution for example. Because of the crazy development in the microscopic domain, two of the few main arcanists have become archmages, and the rest are all senior-rank sorcerers in the seventh circle." Sammy comforted Donnie.
Donnie's expression kept changing. He opened his mouth several times, but no words came out. In the end, all he could do was smile bitterly.
"Hehe."
…
The sunshine in June was as warm as fire, but the examination room of the College Entrance Exam of Advanced Magic was even hotter, like boiling oil.
Although the apprentices who were admitted to the elementary magic schools and successfully studied to the fifth grade were already elites decades ago, with the popularization of arcana and magic education, the proportion of such "elites" had been increasing year by year. Also, studying in a magic college meant that there was a fifty percent chance that they would become official sorcerers, and they would leap from the ordinary people into the upper class like lords and councilors, with knowledge and strength. Therefore, not only had the apprentices come to the examination room, but their parents, relatives, and friends had also gathered outside of the examination room to cheer for them.
In addition, there was a limited number of examination rooms, so the place was packed with people. They jostled each other's shoulders, and the air was hot.
"For me, such an environment is almost a grave." Sammy looked around lethargically. This was the Mills Noble School, one of the examination rooms of the College Entrance Exam.
Donnie meant to smile, only to discover that his facial muscles were rather rigid. "No, for you, a grave is a great place. It's cold, quiet, and dead. How can this place compare to that?"
"You seem to be nervous?" Sammy raised his swollen eyelids and looked at Donnie. He had already confirmed that he would enter the Heidler Magic College, so he was not worried about the exam. It was just a formality. Of course, the premise was that he did not lose his standard. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Heidler Magic College was, his application would not pass the "Committee of Arcana and Magic Education", which was established twenty years ago under the leadership of both the Affair Committee and the Magic Research Committee.
Donnie pursed his dry lips and said, "Now that I've made my choice, I have to try my best. Since I can't escape, I have to face the shadow bravely …"
He did not answer the question. Suddenly, he felt the sun dim and the noisy crowd become silent.
"What's that?" Donnie subconsciously raised his head, only to see a silver aircraft floating in midair. It was so enormous that it was dozens of times larger than common aircraft. Blocking the sunlight, cold and dreamy metallic brilliance flowed out of it. It was in the shape of a shuttle, elegant and slender, and it slowly descended without shaking at all.
"Such a huge aircraft? Also, it has completely broken the limits of Floating and Flying. Its power system must be a miniaturized fission device! " Sammy's eyes widened. He looked at the aircraft in great interest and made a "professional" judgment.
The children who grew up after the first year of the Arcana calendar (the year of Viken's death, which was also the year 830 of the Saint calendar) all dreamed of owning their own aircraft. The alchemical vehicles that ran on the ground were too vulgar and "ugly"!
Therefore, "Aircraft" was a bestseller.
Donnie also loved aircraft. Slightly relieved, he looked at the sky and said in amazement, "It must be a miniaturized fission device. At the very least, there hasn't been any news about the success of the controllable nuclear fusion device yet … Mr. President, Mr. Evans, Mr. Fernando, Mr. Hathaway, Mr. Raventi, and Mr. Morris, the strongest team, still failed to break the barriers of input greater than output or the restriction of top legendary magic circles …"
"Those who can afford a miniaturized fission device are definitely not common nobles. Even the common grand nobles can't dream about it …" Under the sunlight, Sammy narrowed his eyes and said, "Huh. Why is there no noble coat of arms? Is it covered on purpose? "
Donnie observed carefully. "Indeed, there isn't. But in any case, it must be a big shot."
The aircraft slowly moved forward and lowered its altitude, until it stopped at the empty square behind the teaching building, out of everybody's sight.
"Which gentleman has come to inspect the exam? Or is it a big shot with an extraordinary background who has come to take the College Entrance Exam? " Sammy retreated his eyes and became lethargic again. The ghost behind him seemed to have melted into his body and was barely noticeable.
Just as Donnie was about to reply that he didn't know, the crowd suddenly parted. A team of knights wearing silver-gray armor, carrying strange black backpacks and holding cylindrical metal spears, passed by in an orderly manner. They were expressionless, and their aura was austere, shocking the crowd into silence.
"It's the Sword of Truth's Knight Legion!" Donnie noticed that the Knights all had a purple coat of arms on their chests. A crown was enshrouded in cloud-like lines, and on the two sides of the crown was a staff that symbolized supremacy and a long sword that was cold and indifferent. It was exactly the emblem of the Hoffenberg family.
Sammy was even more surprised. "It's the Guardian Squad! They're carrying a super-small fission device on their back! "
The crowd was even quieter after hearing what he said. The Guardian Squad was an elite squad of the Sword of Truth's Knight Legion that was responsible for guarding missions. Although not most of the members were as terrifying as the Celestial Knights, they were all equipped with super-small fission backpacks and Gaussian rifles. The former could provide abundant electricity and the activation medium for the latter, which significantly reduced the requirements of the Gaussian rifles. Therefore, in the Guardian Squad, even the level-four Knight could use the Gaussian rifles multiple times.
"It seems that a big shot with a terrifying background has indeed come to take the College Entrance Exam …" Donnie said with complicated feelings.
Those were the candidates who applied for the Heidler Magic College. After the regular subjects in the first three days were finished, they would have additional tests about necromancy in this place.
Clang!
The bell echoed, urging the apprentices to enter the examination room.
Donnie took a deep breath and looked at Sammy. Then, he slowly walked into another teaching building.
… …
Inside a library where the sun was shining …
A young man in a magic robe turned on a weird alchemical device the size of a desk with a smile. The sentence "Welcome to artificial intelligence" appeared on the screen that looked like a water curtain. Then, he entered the internal interface, where there were icons with different words.
The young man picked up a pair of metal plates that were connected to the "artificial intelligence" device and stuck them to his forehead. Then, he clicked on an icon named "Virtual Adventure".
Then, the young man felt that the bookshelves, the desk, and the sunlight around him faded away, and a green prairie appeared before him. On the prairie, there were bizarre-shaped magic creatures.
"The game developed by combining illusion and artificial intelligence is the most exciting achievement in the past five years!" The young man couldn't help but compliment again. "It's a pity that the network hasn't been established yet, and the" artificial intelligence "devices are too expensive. Few people play the game. Otherwise, it would be much more fun."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a heavy pressure. He saw a crimson dragon flying over his head. Its golden eyes swept over him as if it was looking at an ant, causing his soul to tremble and his legs to go soft.
"Is … Is this the might of a dragon?" The young man felt that his heart was beating very fast, but he was also very excited. So, this was what the might of a dragon looked like!
Right when his body was still frozen, a bull-like monster with sharp thorns all over its body passed by and looked at him greedily with its crimson eyes. Then, it shook its body and darted out dozens of sharp thorns that were emitting bright black colors.
"Damn it. I've been ambushed by the Anaqui Bull. My level is going to be lowered again …" The young man secretly cried out, only to be shot in the heart by the sharp thorns.
The unimaginable excruciating pain made him think subconsciously, "The pain caused by the illusion is truly real. It hurts. It hurts so much!"
He suddenly felt that his body was cold and paralyzed. His heart seemed to have stopped beating. His head was in a mess, and his eyes gradually turned dark.
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