Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

"Well, Mr. Neltharion, right? Considering that your mother is an outstanding graduate and well-known alumnus of the Titanium Wizard Academy."

"In recent years, they have donated a considerable amount of sponsorship fees to the college to support the renovation and reconstruction of dormitory buildings, the updating of canteen menus, and the purchase of experimental equipment."

"So you don't have to worry about your application for admission. Our dean has already reviewed it separately and you can enter without taking the entrance exam..."

Placido coughed twice and his expression finally became serious.

He took out a file from his space ring with information about Neltharion's admission. As he spoke, he opened the file to check, wanting to understand the latter's background as a wizard.

After all, he is the son of an old friend, so Placido felt that he had to show more concern.

However, he did not expect that his eyes would pop out of his head when he saw it. He opened and closed the file again and again, and confirmed several times that there were no printing errors before he dared to believe that he had not read it wrong.

"You will clear all the questions in the Titanium Wizard Academy's entrance test. It's fine if you got a perfect score, but why is the note still a second-level wizard?! Sylphy, this is not right. Tell me this is the achievement you should have at the age of fifteen?"

Placido covered his head, took two steps back, and felt his head buzzing. He was completely unprepared.

Perhaps it was because Sylphy spent a large sum of money on the academy.

The instructors at the academy all thought that they were here to pick up a client with mediocre qualifications so that this young man could brush up his resume and make connections for the future.

Therefore, no one actually opened the admission application and test report that Neltharion sent over. The admission process was just a formality because everyone was busy competing for experimental funds for the new school year.

"Humph, Leo is an unprecedented top genius in the Blood Spirit Continent. No wonder I thought the academy's response was too bland. They only sent you, a third-level instructor. So you didn't conduct any actual investigation at all?"

"It seems that I need to reconsider my sponsorship plan for the academy!"

"Perhaps the Titanium Wizard Academy has been sitting on the throne of the Blood Spirit Continent's number one wizard academy for too long and has forgotten the pursuit of knowledge and truth. The most basic quality is to remain objective and cautious!"

Sylphy was so angry that she almost laughed. While loudly condemning Placido's work attitude, she also winked at Neltharion, suggesting that the latter see through these unreliable guys and give up his plan to go to the wizard academy.

Neltharion also spread his hands, but he actually didn't care about it.

Because he was not going there for the mentor resources of the Titanium Wizard Academy.

Instead, he was envious of the library in the academy, which was said to be the largest and oldest library in the Blood Spirit Continent.

Since he became a first-level wizard at the age of six, and with the meticulous guidance and instruction of Sylphy, a third-level wizard, nine years have already laid a strong enough academic foundation for Neltharion.

He no longer needs anyone's advice or instructions, or any instructions from his seniors.

As long as you have a suitable platform and sufficient experimental materials, you can develop your own experimental topics and conduct in-depth research and learning.

At the same time, on the other side, Placido was sweating profusely. Thinking about the fact that the dean knew that he had messed up the sponsorship, he could only bite the bullet and keep apologizing and explaining to Sylphy.

In the end, Neltharion didn't want to waste too much time, so he made a few excuses for Placido. Then, after saying goodbye to Sylphy who was reluctant to leave, he boarded the mechanical airship with Placido.

"Huh! Sylphy is still so awesome. Ah, haha, haha. I don't think she will really cancel her sponsorship."

Placido hurriedly ordered the wizard in the cockpit to pull up the mechanical airship. When it reached a sufficient height, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, turned around and gave Neltharion an awkward laugh.

Neltharion has received special instruction from a court etiquette teacher, so his qualities are very strong.

He never smiled when he shouldn't, and just nodded slightly at this moment. Then he carried a suitcase and followed Placido into the cabin. After a few more awkward conversations, he wanted to act alone and find a seat to sit down.

As a wizard creation that has initially emerged from the lower levels, the cabin of this mechanical airship is naturally unique and not simple.

There are multiple spells inside that keep the expanded space, temperature, and humidity constant.

There are all kinds of exquisite reliefs, valuable tables and chairs, and luxurious carpets, and the layout is extremely sophisticated.

It makes people feel like they are in a comfortable, cozy and fragrant living room, without feeling the bumps of the airship at all.

At this time, you can see that there are already quite a few young boys and girls staying there.

Judging from their conversation and dress, they should be new students from some other kingdoms. Their identities are very special, either rich or noble, and they are all elites.

It’s a pity that Neltharion had no intention of chatting with them.

He randomly chose a soft sofa with a bookshelf next to it and sat down. He put the suitcase in his hand on the ground. The moment it touched the ground, it made a dull sound, neither light nor heavy.

Actually, this inconspicuous and exquisite suitcase of his is a space magic weapon of great value.

The reason why it wasn't made smaller was that there was really no condition for it. In order to fit the things Sylphy prepared for him, a very large space would be required.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if a hundred horse-drawn carriages were used non-stop to transport the goods, they could still carry them from dawn to dusk.

The luggage that the Minister of Palace Affairs had prepared outside the palace gate was just something that Sylphy suddenly thought of buying, just a little extra.

"Hello, are you from the Kingdom of Eton? Teacher Placido is so polite to you."

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am the daughter of the Duke of Nanjun of the Orlando Kingdom. My name is Mehri. Since we are destined to enter school together, maybe we can become good friends in the future!"

Just as Neltharion was looking at the bookshelf next to him, wanting to pick two books to pass the time, a pretty girl in a black dress and an aquamarine necklace on her chest walked over.

She lifted her skirt slightly and bowed, then extended her hand to Neltharion. Her manners and temperament were impeccably elegant.

Faced with such a wonderful encounter, I believe no teenager can refuse it.

"Kingdom of Eaton, Neltharion." Neltharion glanced at Mehri calmly, and after replying politely, he gradually returned his gaze to the book he had just obtained in his hand.

After two or three breaths, he seemed to feel that Mehri was still waiting beside him. After putting down her hand, she looked a little surprised and angry. He sighed and raised his head again.

Then Mehri and other freshmen in the cabin who were secretly watching Neltharion saw this red-haired boy with a delicate face and a frighteningly strong aura, holding up the book in his hand and slowly saying:
"Are you surprised? I have no interest in wasting time making friends with you or anyone else. I have only one good friend, and that is the eternal and wonderful truth in the world."

"Compared to the rich color of truth, your body and spirit seem too thin and barren. Excuse me, you are just like a small piece of paper that can't even hold a few complete formulas and definitions."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire cabin seemed to fall silent. If an ordinary person were to speak so brazenly, he would probably attract unnecessary trouble and hostility.

But facing this red-haired boy who was alone, leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading a book, his whole body relaxed.

Even the hot-tempered and arrogant new students felt a sense of panic in their hearts. Even secretly looking at him seemed like a disrespectful and transgressive crime. (End of this chapter)