Chapter 910: Boss

Bos is a first-class magician registered in the Empire. He comes from the city of Francena.

The city of Francena is one of the sub-provincial county cities in the southern part of the Abarut Empire, with a population of millions.

The population of this city alone is almost the sum of the human kingdoms in some remote areas of the wizarding world.

But in the Abarut Empire, there are countless giant cities like Francena.

On the list of imperial cities, Francena can't even make it into the top 100.

No, maybe it can't even make it into the top 1,000.

Bos is a very ordinary magician. Although he has been promoted to the first level and is a formal magician who is high above in the eyes of countless low-level civilians and magic apprentices, he is really "ordinary".

He graduated from the Second Public Magic Academy of Francena in the south of the Empire. He is just 120 years old this year. His current job is to work for the Imperial Academy.

"I really envy those magicians who graduated from the Holy Tower Academy. Ordinary people like me really don't know when I can have a private full-set laboratory of my own." Standing on the deck of the airship, Boss looked at the blue sky in the distance and sighed.

As one of the top forces in wizard civilization, the Abarut Empire not only has a large number of imperial public magic academies, but also has the largest number of Holy Tower organizations in the wizard world.

The cradle of magic civilization and the most dazzling jewel in the palm of the wizard civilization are all titles of the Abarut Empire.

Although the Abarut Empire can have such a strong magic power, more than 70% of the factors should be attributed to the implementation of the rule of public magic academies.

But to be realistic, almost all magicians and magic apprentices who graduated from the imperial public academy envy those top students from the Holy Tower Academy.

The top-down hierarchical background has made more than 80% of the outstanding talents of the Abarut Empire every year absorbed by the Holy Tower Academy in various places.

Those who eventually went to the Imperial Public College to study magic were basically the ones left over by the major Saint Tower Colleges, or those whose families were extremely ordinary.

This is also the group with the largest base proportion among the spellcasters in the Abarut Empire.

Top-down level screening, and continuous breakthroughs from the bottom up.

Gold will always shine. In fact, every year, the Abarut Empire also has a large number of civilian geniuses who graduate from the Imperial Public College and are absorbed by the major Saint Tower organizations.

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Bos is not a genius. His parents are ordinary civilians in the Abarut Empire, and they don’t even meet the initial mental power requirements for learning magic.

I don’t know if Bos had a genetic mutation when he was born, and his initial mental power value just exceeded the passing line, so he was sent to the nearest city’s public magic academy to study magic when he was eight years old. The growth of civilian magic apprentices is full of hardships and sufferings.

Although the Abarut Empire promoted a nationwide magic craze, it also led to extremely fierce resource pressure and competition within the top forces.

From the humblest magic newsboy, to the later magic messenger, to the trainee magician of the mercenary group, and finally to the assistant of the tutor of the magic academy.

For a full 103 years, Boss stepped into the ranks of formal magicians step by step in an extremely tense and depressing learning environment.

The process was so difficult that even Boss himself felt a little incredible when looking back on his life.

But this constitutes the most common perspective of civilian magicians in the Abarut Empire.

Boss, who has just been promoted to the first level for more than ten years, still has a mandatory contract of nearly four hundred years with the Second Magic Academy of France City where he graduated.

The Abarut Empire pioneered the practice of universal cultivation, which naturally could not be a good thing.

Magicians advocate the principle of equivalent transactions. On the premise of paying such a huge price and cultivating a large number of magicians, in order to make up for their losses, the resource operation of the entire empire is in a balanced state.

This makes the Abarut Empire's control over its own magicians far greater than that of ordinary holy towers.

Once the magic apprentices who graduated from the Holy Tower Academy were promoted to the first level, the Holy Tower would most likely sign contracts with these formal magicians ranging from several decades to a hundred years.

This is the most fair and common, after all, the theoretical lifespan of a first-level magician is only one thousand years.

Some holy towers will sign a two-hundred-year contract with formal magicians who graduated from their own academies, which is considered a relatively "black" clause.

But in the Abarut Empire, formal magicians who graduated from public colleges most often have to sign a four-hundred-year contract.

Unless some geniuses with extremely excellent grades are among the best during their studies in the academy, there will be appropriate screening.

As an ordinary person, Boss naturally signed the most common contract terms.

Oh, by the way, in addition to his identity as a first-level magician, Boss also has the baronial title of the Abarut Empire.

This is the reward given to him by the empire after he was promoted to the first level.

At the same time, it also symbolizes the rise of a noble family.

The academy mission that Boss was carrying out this time was to escort 204 little ones who were full of longing and curiosity about the future and magic to enroll in the affiliated junior college of the Second Public Magic Academy in the city of France.

The ages of these 204 magic apprentices are between 6 and 15 years old, which is the most suitable age for contacting magic.

Including their initial mental power, they have all reached the qualified line.

Even to be favored by the Second Public College of France, the mental power values ​​and elemental affinity of these apprentices should be even better.

Looking at these little guys who are chattering and constantly discussing the future and the upcoming magical world, Boss's round chin can't help but grin.

Once upon a time, he was also like these little guys, so longing for the magical world.

But when they really plunge into it, they will know that there is a big gap between dreams and reality.

Most of them are ordinary people. After entering the public magic academy, the first thing they need to learn is how to support themselves.

Magic research requires money, eating requires money, and classes require money...

Those magic apprentices who really have a family background and background will not come to the public magic academy for classes. Most of them still choose the Santa Academy.

After all, the teaching qualifications of the Holy Tower Academy are higher, and you can also accumulate good personal connections there.

It is not an easy task to establish a strong magic family.

Last year, Boss met a young female magician from the Light Wing Holy Tower in the academy. The other party's conversation, temperament and academic accomplishment were not comparable to Boss.

When Boss was still thinking about when he could build a complete laboratory of his own, instead of often having to use the public laboratory of the academy.

The female magician named Nilan has begun to conduct a more in-depth water element fission experiment.

Boss knew that it meant that the magician Nilan had planned to move towards a second-level water element master.

There is indeed an essential difference between grassroots magicians and noble magicians.

It is also unknown whether Boss's future descendants will have the opportunity to go to the Holy Tower to study.

Just when Boss was still imagining the beautiful cheeks and attractive pink lips of the magician Nilan.

A hot column of fire shot up into the sky, approaching the airship he was in from far away, and forced the airship to stop.

"This, this, this... the breath of the devil... the black magician?!" Boss's fat chin trembled.

This first-class magician who graduated from the Imperial Public College had some basic skills, and he recognized the devil's breath in front of him at a glance.

Integrating the devil's blood into his body, isn't this what the black magician likes to do most in the magic book? !

Moreover, Boss only took a glance to clearly judge the huge gap in strength between himself and the person who blocked his way.

Boss, who had never experienced any plane war and was carrying hundreds of magic coins for student loans, was as weak as a quail compared to the battle-hardened fire demon in front of him.