Chapter 464 The Meaning of Life (Ⅰ)

The last 2-ring spell that Joan transcribed was "Smash Sonic".

Among the various offensive spells, the three elemental attributes of fire, electricity, and freezing are the most common. Acid-type attacks are relatively rare, and the rarest one is the "sonic"-type spell.

"Crushing Sound Wave" is a rare and very practical sonic spell. It emits a deafening roar the moment it is cast, causing 5 energy levels of concussion damage to creatures near the burst point.

Fragile inorganic substances such as rocks, glass, and ceramics will take double damage when bombarded by "shattering sound waves".

From early morning to evening, Joan worked at his desk all day, during which he only took an hour to rest, ate a few biscuits for lunch, and finally transcribed all the new spells in the two books into his own spell book.

It was getting dark, and it was inconvenient for Joan to go downstairs to disturb Thomas and Edward's rest. He decided to return the spell book tomorrow morning, and lent them his own spell book to copy.

The body is already very tired, but Joan's spirit is very excited, and he has no sleepiness.

He took out the "Tears of God" and brewed a cup of potion. After taking it to dispel his fatigue, he returned to the desk and spread out the diary under the illumination of the magic light to write down the work that needed to be done before leaving school.

First of all, of course, is to learn the newly transcribed spells. In addition, Qiao An also wants to upgrade his "prosthetic eye".

Joan plans to give priority to researching "seeing through invisibility", "dark vision", "devil's eye" and "fog vision" from tomorrow, and then enchant these four 2nd-level spells that belong to the school of prophecy to his prosthetic eyes .

If his idea is realized, in addition to the original "weakening ray" and "scorching ray", the prosthetic eye will also have four special investigation functions, which can see through invisible enemies, insight into dark areas formed by nature or magic, clouds and thick The smoke will also not be able to obstruct his vision, and finally the prosthetic eye will be turned into a multifunctional reconnaissance magic tool.

Learning spells and enchanting crafts are not a problem, the key is that at least 8 ounces of magic crystals are required to complete the above enchanting process, which is a huge expense.

Fortunately, when Joan expelled the gang of jackals in Dafeng Town a month ago, he personally killed the bandit leader "Red Nose" Bucky, and found a box of magic crystals from Bucky, which was just enough to upgrade the "prosthetic eye" .

With enough magic crystals in his hand, Qiao An has a solid foundation in his heart, and then he just needs to concentrate on his work and realize his idea step by step.

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In the next week, Joan's life returned to the monotonous pattern of "dormitory-canteen-laboratory" three points and one line.

Thomas and Edward have not yet decided which professor to switch to, and they get along well with Joan as always, and seem to have forgotten that he intends to leave Leiden Academy. Perhaps they also hope that Joan can change his mind and forget that he did it on impulse. decision.

However, Qiao An is not an impulsive person, and he will not easily go back on the decision he made.

Just two days ago, he had written his thoughts in a letter and delivered it to the mailbox of the principal, Mr. Alexander Jefferson.

Just this morning, Joan received a reply from Mr. Jefferson, asking him to go to the principal's office to talk.

Joan has been studying at Leiden College for half a year, and has only listened to the principal's speech at the opening ceremony, and has not met since then. When he learned that the principal invited him for an interview, he felt somewhat flattered and nervous.

Joan knocked on the door of the principal's office with anxiety, and a gentle voice came from the room.

"Please come in."

Joan boldly pushed open the door, walked in lightly, stood at attention at the desk facing the door, and bowed deeply to the current principal of Leiden College, Alexander Jefferson, who was working at his desk.

"Mr. Principal, excuse me."

Mr. Jefferson took off his glasses and looked at the slightly reserved young mage in front of him. He nodded at him with a smile, motioned him to sit on the sofa, and got up and poured him a cup of coffee himself.

Joan took the coffee cup from Mr. Principal with both hands, thanked him repeatedly, and almost spilled the coffee, his face was burning with embarrassment.

"Mr. Vader, don't be too restrained, I invited you here today just to chat casually."

Mr. Jefferson sat down on the sofa next to Joanne, lit a heather pipe and took two deep puffs. Afterwards, his tall body leaned forward slightly, and said to Joanne with a cordial yet sincere attitude: "I have read your letter. I am deeply touched by the problems you pointed out in your letter."

"Mr. Principal, you are too polite. In fact, those are just some naive opinions of mine. You don't have to take them to heart."

"I don't think it's naive, Mr. Vida, the two problems you pointed out are very sharp." Mr. Jefferson said seriously, "As a public school in name, the teaching funds of Leiden College should come from the parliament in theory. The appropriation comes from the taxes paid by the colonial people, and in this case, students should not be charged too high tuition fees, this is your first opinion, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster."

"Mr. Vader, I completely agree with your criticism, but please allow me to explain to you the huge gap between theory and reality."

"As a public school, Leiden College has a false name. The annual financial allocation is pitifully small, and it is far from enough to pay teachers' salaries, let alone improve the teaching environment and improve the quality of teaching. We have to try to raise these expenses by ourselves .”

Mr. Jefferson sighed.

"Mr. Principal, why didn't the colonial government allocate more funds to Leiden College?" Joan asked inexplicably.

"Because the government has no money!"

Mr. Jefferson spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

"All the public institutions in Yalfheim are funded by government revenue, and the fiscal revenue mainly comes from taxation. The industry in our Yalfheim area is not developed, and the tax revenue mainly comes from agriculture and commercial trade. This is not difficult. Do you understand?"

Joan nodded in understanding.

"Our Alfheim colony has fertile land, a suitable climate, and agriculture has always been very developed. It is reasonable to say that the agricultural tax is a large amount of government revenue, but unfortunately it is not the case."

"The farms and plantations in the surrounding areas of Port Leiden can still collect some taxes. As for the remote rural areas, almost all small towns dominated by self-cultivated farmers have a long tradition of resisting taxes. Collecting taxes from here is almost as difficult as pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth."

Mr. Jefferson shrugged helplessly.

Joan's face became hot when he heard it, and he was speechless.

He himself comes from a small town in the countryside, and his hometown, Delin Town, has what Mr. Jefferson called a "tradition of anti-taxation" and "violent folk customs". How can we collect a copper coin in national taxes?