Mage Joan

"To put it bluntly, my brother-in-law, who came from a powerful family, has a greater chance of being admitted than a student from a poor family."

Holden sneered to debunk the essence of the admissions system at Meadgard University.

Hailar glared at him angrily, but he had no choice but to admit that Holden was true.

"This is also impossible. The University of Meadgard is a private school. The business giants of the colonial company have the right to speak on the board of directors. The merchants do not start schools for charity. The profit from the education industry is still second. The more important thing is to manage the alumni circle carefully, and establish a network with the'alumni' relationship as the link."

"People in this circle either have money or have rights. If they have no money or rights, they have to achieve outstanding academic achievements. In short, they are all social elites!"

"Midgard University Research Institute is the cradle of elites. The rich and powerful children certainly have a greater starting advantage than poor students. This may not be fair. However, whether you like it or hate it, you want to be in the society. To gain a foothold, you have to accept this set of social laws!" Hailar said rightly.

"Wealth and power are of course very good, but unfortunately I have neither of them." Joan sighed.

Not to mention rich and powerful relatives, his last immediate family member is no longer alive.

Hailar was not surprised about Joan’s distress. He patted his shoulder and smiled and encouraged: "Since wealth and power are better than others, you can only work harder in your studies and try to show yourself as outstanding in your resume. Smart, like attaching an original spell."

"Original spell? What are you kidding!" Holden couldn't help but intervene. "Humans in the world of Vales have learned spell-casting skills from elves. It has been tens of thousands of years so far. In these long years, In each era, many outstanding talented mages emerged. These predecessors have explored almost all the roads that can be explored in the field of Austrian law, all the details that can be excavated, and the greatness that future generations want to leave behind Innovating on the basis of heritage has become more and more difficult. Even the professors of the Austrian Law School have to spend countless efforts to invent an original spell that may not be practical. Now less than two months are left before the deadline for application , You asked the low-level mages like Joan to do original spells, didn’t you deliberately help him!"

Hailar had to admit that Holden’s accusation was justified, and fondled the double ponytails that hung on his shoulders, and ridiculedly said, "In fact, the original is not original... It is just a gimmick, and it is not necessary to invent a magic that is unprecedented. It is optimized on the basis of the existing spell configuration, and it is barely regarded as original. It can still be written on the resume to fill the facade."

Her remarks are probably a matter of experience. When applying for a young mage at the Austrian Academy of Meadgard University, they would generally use this so-called "innovation" to write in their resumes. However, Joan listened in the ear, but was deeply deeply A deep sting.

When I was studying at Leiden College, the most objectionable behavior of the Rolls instructor was to be academically clever and opportunistic. This kind of meaningless adjustment of the spell configuration was forced to be called "innovation". The typical approach of "academic misconduct" in the eyes of Rolls.

For example, a spell has a duration of 10 minutes and a maximum range of 100 feet. You can adjust the structure of this spell to a duration of 9 minutes and a maximum range of 110 feet. The magic level before and after the adjustment is unchanged, and the use of magic power The efficiency is also the same, it is very reluctant to call it "optimization", and where is the courage to call it "innovation"?

This kind of adjustment is purely dismantling the east wall to make up the west wall. It can only prove that you are very familiar with this spell. You are a "skilled magic net weaver". You can't see the flash of genius or the spark of inspiration. There is no academic value on the list, let alone innovation.

If Austrian researchers treat academics with such a mentality, it is said that the unpleasant point is a "hybrid", and there will be no major achievements in their lifetime.

If Joan also adopts this kind of opportunistic approach to whitewash his application resume, first of all, he will not be able to pass the hurdle in his heart, which is tantamount to personally ruining his ideals, and even more sorry for the instructive teachings and spirits of the heavenly master Rolls.

Joan secretly made up his mind and must not do this self-deceiving act!

Since you don't want to take a "shortcut", you can only devote yourself to doing truly unique magic research.

Of course, this road is not easy to go. As Holden said, the good road has long been passed by the predecessors. The ones left for future generations are all bottomless pits. The kind that comes up!

However, Joanne is still a little emboldened. He has independently developed six 1 "mythical spells". Although it is inconvenient to expose his "mythical power" in publicly posted resumes, at least the experience of the development of these spells can be used for reference.

When Hailar saw that Joan was unhappy, he changed the subject and tried to resolve the dull atmosphere.

"Joan, how many days do you intend to stay in Freeport?"

"Let's go early in the morning, take Mr. McQuay's "Mercury" cargo ship. I have already obtained the position of "Navigation Master" on the ship. If it is smooth, I can reach Meadgard City for a week at most. "Joan answered truthfully.

"I originally wanted to take you to play in the city for a few more days. Since you are in a hurry, I will wait for a chance to come back and play again. I will accompany you to the boat and go back to school tomorrow morning. The "Navigation Master" has always been on board. The person with the highest salary, the captain must also give you a little face, and should not collect the boat ticket money from the sailor mage's friend." Hailar said with a smile.

"Perhaps." Joan couldn't deny Hailar's peer request and could only wait for Mr. McQuay to allow her to ride the boat for free tomorrow morning.

"When you arrive at Meadgard University, I will cover you with my sister, but nobody will dare to bully you!" Hailar said confidently.

"Since Joan is leaving tomorrow, it doesn’t make much sense for me to stay in this ghost place alone. Anyway, I don’t have any clear travel plans. Where do I go? It’s better to accompany you to Midgard City. Do you want to take the Art Institute of Meadgard University?" Holden said happily.

"Just you? Art school?" Hailar sneered at Holden. "What art do you know? Shameless art, or playful art?"

"Vulgar city villagers, I am too lazy to talk to you nonsense!" Holden rolled his eyes.

Looking at the two live treasures, there was a quarrel again. The open window of the tavern suddenly blew a cool breeze. A seagull wearing a white sailor hat and a blue triangle scarf around his neck went straight into the window and landed in front of Hailar On the bar.

The seagull waved its wings, patted the empty wine bottle on the table, and looked up at Hailar, glaring a pair of dark eyes, with an unhappy look on his face.

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