Chapter 302 Dean Comes to Class

"Why don't you do it? It's already been a class. Don't you want to do it?" Solami said to Roland who was dozing off. Speaking of which, etiquette is a course for young nobles.

They are already quite old, and it's really out of place here.

Roland was smart and almost jumped up. Trying to calm down his frightened heart, Roland whispered: "Your Highness Solami, there is no excuse to do it in this class. If we do it in the etiquette class, Professor Gaspar will not let us go." Gaspar's identity is not just that of an ordinary teacher.

"It's your bad luck, and it's me again." Solami sarcastically said mercilessly.

Roland smiled bitterly. You will have no friends if you talk like this. Is it really okay to say it directly? "Let's wait for the next time. I believe I will definitely find an opportunity." Roland sighed.

I really don't want to fight with a bronze-level mage. If I fight, it will be embarrassing if I lose, and it will be even more troublesome if I win. There is a family behind me, and the people in the family are watching Chi Nan.

When the etiquette course ended, Chi Nan hurriedly ran out with Nu Mi Si. "It's finally over. I will never come to this kind of course again." Chi Nan said with lingering fear, and the terrible drama performance.

"If you don't come, you won't be able to graduate in the future." Nu Mi Si looked at Chi Nan with some worry.

Chi Nan hurriedly shook his head: "If you can't graduate, you can't graduate. Anyway, those who graduate, how many are as good as me."

"You are wrong to think like this." Nu Mi Si wanted to say something, but after thinking for a long time, she didn't know how to persuade. After all, Nu Mi Si is still a good girl and is more concerned about class.

"Forget it, I'm going to take the magic course next. Do you have any other courses?"

Numisi lowered her head slightly: "I also want to learn magic. I only learned some basics at home before. I believe that I can become a real magician here, so I will go too."

Chi Nan nodded gently. Even in the homes of great nobles, there are few complete magicians. Becoming a magician is much more complicated than becoming a warrior, and it is much more useful on the battlefield. "In that case, let's go with one ball." There was almost no break between classes, because the magic course would start for a short time next.

In the back, Solami stomped his feet fiercely: "Let's go, let's follow him, we must make this bastard look good."

Roland had no choice but to follow him. When he arrived at the venue, Roland lowered his head, his face flushed, and his eyes flickered. Many people around him who knew him pointed at him, making Roland want to get into the cracks in the ground.

I am a warrior, and I came to learn magic. Isn't this a joke? I have already proved whether I have magic talent or not, and I don't have it at all. It's no wonder that those people are very curious about me.

Solami completely ignored Roland's meaning and continued to stare at Chi Nan. Whenever Chi Nan felt something, she would turn her head at the first time, and Chi Nan didn't notice who was staring at him at all.

After a long time, an ordinary-looking old man with white hair and beard walked to the podium. "It's the dean. I didn't expect that the dean would come to explain the magic course in person this time. I heard that the dean is a silver mage."

Below, there was a lot of discussion. The dean didn't care, looked around, and then started to lecture. For some reason, Chi Nan always felt that the dean seemed to pause when he looked at him. The surging power of the dean also made Chi Nan feel a burst of depression. This was a feeling that the power was completely above his own.

Chi Nan even had a feeling that if he faced the dean head-on, he might not be able to hold on for long. There was no way, because his ability to help him fight was really too poor.

The dean finally spoke: "You are here because you are interested in magic. You may have heard a lot of rumors about magic in the outside world, some mysterious, some powerful, and some of what Faith thought. But I want to tell you, don't listen to those nonsense, real magic is far less mysterious."

After a pause, waiting for the voices below to quiet down a little, the dean began to say: "Today, our first magic course is to let you really understand what magic is."

"The so-called magic is a means of integrating some special elements between heaven and earth with one's own spiritual power, and then integrating them into magic. Use your own magic power to attract the elements of heaven and earth, and then use them to attack, this is magic."

"It turns out that magic is so simple. We used to think too complicated." A student below said.

A little girl next to him said disdainfully: "What nonsense, if magic is so simple, then everyone would be a magician. Learning magic requires talent. How can you become a magician without talent?"

The person before blushed and retorted: "Aren't those who come here talented? Who would come here without talent?" Indeed, those who come here are either nobles or some special civilians. The nobles can test themselves at home to see if they have magical talent. The commoners also come here to learn after being tested and found to have magical talent.

If a person without talent is forced to learn magic, he will not achieve anything even if he studies for a lifetime.

At this time, an older woman covered her mouth and laughed. "Hehe, who said that everyone who comes here has a talent for magic? Look at that person, that person is Roland, one of the strongest of our young generation."

"Senior Roland is so powerful, he must be a great magician."

"No, no, no, on the contrary, Roland has very poor talent in magic. He is a warrior, and a formal black iron warrior." Hearing this, the people around him suddenly opened their mouths wide.

As for Roland, he had buried his head in his knees.

"Then why did he come here? Is he very passionate about magic and wants to change his career?"

The woman who spoke certainly knew why Roland came here. Just look at Solami next to him and you will know. But she would not talk about the princess casually. She curled her lips and said indifferently: "Maybe it's because he has a problem with his brain."

The young nobles around nodded as if they understood, and some looked at Roland with sympathy. Now, Roland felt even more uncomfortable. Oh my God, let's end this mission quickly.