Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 3 Language Lessons

In the ancient linguistics class at the College of Aurelian.

Dean Tungus was lecturing on ancient runes in linguistics on the podium, while most of the students on the podium were drowsy, either daydreaming or doing other things in private.

Only a few students listened attentively in class, and these students were generally from commoner families or minor noble families.

Even if this class wasn't taught by Dean Tunguska, there would immediately be more than half the number of people here.

Those spoiled and extravagant second and third-generation rich kids won't stay in the classroom so obediently, waiting patiently for the get out of class to end.

Dean Tungus turned around and briefly surveyed the classroom. When he glanced at the distracted second-generation students who were not paying attention at all, his eyes remained calm and unwavering, as if he didn't care at all.

His gaze fell on the students sitting at the front of the class, a smile appearing on his face before vanishing, just like the strictest teachers.

“The ancient runes have applications in many fields. For example, many ancient laws of the seven kingdoms in this land were written in the ancient runes.”

"But the ways to learn this language are very limited."

"If you master this course, even if you leave the academy and go out into the world in the future, you will be able to gain the respect of the great nobles with this skill."

The ordinary students sitting in the front had their eyes sparkle when they heard this, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

For them, receiving the treatment of nobles was already a leap in social class.

The second-generation students sitting at the back of the classroom didn't take the dean's words seriously; some even chuckled to themselves.

After all, in their view, no matter how well a scholar learns various ancient languages, what future can he have?

In essence, the second-generation nobles who can come to this academy are basically not heirs, and it is difficult for them to inherit much territory in the future, and even their wealth is limited.

Very few people at this age, living a comfortable life, are able to realize this.

By the time they realize this later, it is often the day they fall from grace, and they will no longer have such a good opportunity to improve their skills and abilities.

The seven kingdoms generally practiced primogeniture, where the eldest son inherited everything, while the other sons received very little.

As for the original owner of the body, Locke was forced to experience the cruelty of life ahead of time, and then fell into the trap of a professor with ill intentions at the academy.

As a time traveler, Locke stared into deep thought at the ancient runic language textbook and homework in his hands.

I don't know why, but after I transmigrated, I felt like my brain had become much smarter, as if I had the soul weight of two people at the same time. Therefore, my memory and comprehension were much higher than in my previous life and the original.

Originally, in the original owner's memory, the runic script, which was extremely complex and resembled bird language with no discernible pattern in the composition of each word, appeared so simple to him.

In a very short time, he memorized most of the runes and their usage, and completed the homework assigned by Dean Tungus.

'If only I had such a powerful learning ability in my past life. Exams would be a piece of cake for me. I would have been a genius in my past life,' Locke thought, glancing at the progress of the synthesis magic that appeared in the void before him.

The screen shows that the synthesis will be completed in three minutes.

Dean Tungus said, "Alright, that's all for this lesson. After you go home, please complete the homework I assigned."

"And you need to preview the textbook content I've assigned."

"This can deepen the understanding of runes."

"Now hand in the homework I assigned in the last class."

Dean Tungus walked up to the students in the front row and spoke with his head down.

In fact, he only said these words to these students.

Aurelian Academy is a very strange school; its tuition fees are so high, but the graduation requirements are very simple.

Therefore, most students here don't really pay attention in class.

Making friends, horseback riding, playing ball, and banquets—these are the things that the second-generation rich kids in the academy care about.

As is customary, the college dean, Mr. Tunguska, reached out and collected the textbooks and assignments of several students beside him.

After he finished collecting them, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, Locke suddenly stood up, holding the runes, and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Tunguska."

"I think you've forgotten about me. I've also finished the assignment from the last class."

Upon hearing this, Dean Tunguska paused, turned around, looked at the assignment in Locke's hand, but did not take it; instead, he frowned. Dean Tunguska was also an old man, with white hair and a white beard, a pair of blue eyes, and wore elaborately patterned aristocratic clothing.

"Locke, how long has it been since you paid attention in class?"

When was the last time you handed in your homework?

The dean's meaning was clear: he believed that Locke could not possibly keep up with his teaching pace, and therefore there was no point in grading Locke's assignments.

The commoner and minor noble students immediately looked at Locke with mockery in their eyes.

They thought Locke might have gone mad.

They had all heard about the Kingdom of Anjou and the Frankish Empire, and assumed that Locke had acted out of desperation.

Even if they listen attentively in every class and prepare and review diligently for each lesson, if they miss even one class, it will be difficult for them to keep up with Dean Tunguska's teaching pace.

Locke, after missing so many classes,

And despite having done almost no homework, they actually handed in an assignment today.

Locke looked at Mr. Tunguska and knew that to break the deadlock, he had to get the linguistics professor's attention.

Fortunately, after transmigrating and acquiring the original owner's body, for some reason, my memory and comprehension abilities did indeed improve significantly.

This has resulted in my learning ability being more than twice as strong as it used to be.

This resulted in me barely managing to complete the assignment given by Mr. Tunguska, despite studying all night and constantly searching through textbooks.

Therefore, Locke insisted, "But Dean, I really did finish my assignment."

"I suddenly felt that your course was very interesting. Those ancient languages ​​seemed to have a life of their own, and they were injected into my life during the learning process."

Locke boasted a little about the ancient linguistics course taught by the dean.

Dean Tungus frowned, his expression changing slightly. He gave Locke a stern look, hesitated for a moment, and then accepted the assignment Locke handed him.

Locke breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Dean Tungus briefly flipped through Locke's assignment. At first, he didn't pay much attention, but after reading a few pages, he looked up at Locke in surprise and then began to read it seriously.

Locke stared at Dean Tunguska, unsure if his judgment was correct.

Can I really get a spot as an outstanding graduate and break out of my current predicament by using this method?

Time is running out for me.

After reviewing it, Dean Tunguska said with a hint of reproach, "The error rate is still quite high."

"Mr. Locke, the quality of your work is not very high."

Dean Tungus handed Locke's assignment back, but did not accept it, intending to take it back for special correction.

Locke smiled wryly to himself; as expected, last-minute cramming was no longer an option.

After all, it was the result of my own two days of intensive self-study.

The next moment, a yellowed notebook was placed in front of him.

Locke looked up at Dean Tunguska. "Dean, this is..."

Dean Tungus said expressionlessly, "Finish the questions above, and then come to my office to find me."

After saying that, he turned and left the classroom without telling Locke about the time limit.

Locke's eyes flashed with joy; he had made the right bet.

He picked up the homework assignment the dean had given him separately and quickly left the classroom.

At this moment, most people in the classroom, including the nobles and commoners who usually listened attentively, were unaware of what had just happened.

They assumed it was just a normal conversation between Locke and the dean, with the dean simply assigning a separate task to 'teach Locke a lesson,' so it didn't attract any special attention from anyone.

At the same time, the synthesis cube in front of Locke also showed that the synthesis was complete and a level 2 item had been synthesized. Would you like to continue synthesizing a level 3 item?
(End of this chapter)