Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 46 Farewell | Students

The decisiveness with which Vic left.

Siggs hadn't expected this.

She stood there silently.

The wind gradually died down.

The rolling dark clouds also calmed down.

Boom—

The thunder rumbled dully.

The rain was relentless, washing over the earth.

The castle was littered with corpses, and blood flowed, soaking Sigurd's robes.

In the rain.

Vic and Aaron's figures gradually blurred.

The cold water flowed down the sides of Sigurd's nose, past the corners of her mouth, and dripped down her cheeks.

The air is getting colder.

Siggs' already fair skin became even paler.

After a long silence.

She closed her eyes.

I stood there for a long time.

When I open my eyes.

Without looking back, they left in another direction.

She knew why Vic was so decisive, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Because that's just how that person is.

but.

I don't know why.

She felt somewhat sad.

until today.

She still remembered the warning from Elsos, the first-level wizard who led her into the wizarding world: talent comes at a price.

just now.

Sigurds gradually came to understand what that heavy price, which she could not bear, really was.

But she could never let it go.

That night.

That amazing young man.

On the road.

Aaron sighed and said, "Vic, didn't you hurt Sigurd's feelings by saying that? She was so enthusiastic."

Vic remained unmoved, coldly replying, "I've said it before, neither of us can afford to owe her a favor."

Although Aaron has been promoted to wizard apprentice, he has only been in the wizarding world for seven years.

Seven years.

For a wizard, it is still childhood.

Aaron's expression seemed to indicate he understood, but he remained silent.

Vic's previous life spanned several millennia, giving him a wealth of experience.

Siggs's every move.

He saw it all.

He once had countless beauties, but time is merciless, and romantic entanglements are meaningless across a thousand years, only adding to the emptiness.

No matter how the external world changes, Viktor's pursuit of truth remains eternal.

Several days later.

Vic returned to the college.

After exchanging a few words with Aaron, the two parted ways.

Before he could return to the alchemy workshop, a flying magic pen carrying a handwritten notice landed in his hand.

[The students for the February 1941 term have enrolled. Please proceed to the Academic Affairs Office to fulfill your mentoring duties.]

According to the rules of Black Tower Academy.

Wizard apprentices have free access to the Great Library, but they are required to teach new students.

Vic studied at the large library for a long time.

He did not refuse.

He walked toward the teaching office with the notice in his hand.

Because it was the enrollment period for new students, the usually quiet teaching office was crowded.

A massive obsidian wall.

The flying magic pen will automatically display the new student's resume, talents, and who the recipient is.

Highly talented students will be given priority for assignment to senior apprentices.

Ordinary wizard apprentices can only choose from what's left.

The wizard apprentices in the ward gathered together, chatting and comparing the talents of the new students, and who had a greater chance of becoming a wizard apprentice.

And which unlucky good-for-nothings might be unwanted?

Vic didn't care about it.

After randomly selecting two students and having them fill out the forms issued by the teaching department, Vic returned to the alchemy workshop, ready to resume his previous routine without fail.

Until he memorized and understood all the knowledge in the Great Library.

That afternoon.

Two teenagers entered Vic's alchemy workshop.

One of them was arrogant, with brown curly hair, wearing a bright red aristocratic robe. He was not old, but already showed signs of being overweight.

"Is there a wizard here?!"

He spoke with a confident and assertive tone.

Even after arriving at Black Tower Academy, he still maintained the airs of a nobleman.

The other girl was dressed in much more shabby clothes and looked thin and frail.

She stood timidly at the entrance of the alchemy workshop.

I don't dare go in.

It's only natural for young people to be full of vigor and ambition.

Despite being weak, they are not afraid of the strong.

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If you don't change your personality, you'll die far from home sooner or later.

Wizards have amazing memories.

Even though Vic only glanced at the form, he already knew the talents and backgrounds of the two students he was responsible for teaching.

The overweight boy who spoke with such confidence was named Chuck Flame Lord.

Their ancestors were once a powerful wizarding family, but they have declined and are now just ordinary mortal nobles.

The other, emaciated girl had no name.

Born a serf.

She reported her identity to the recipient as "Little Mud," but this was not a name, so it was not recorded, only noted.

Seeing that the workshop was empty, the noble boy Chuck glanced at the girl behind him, snorted coldly, turned around abruptly, shoved her to the ground, and yelled, "Get out! Is this a place for you?! You bastard!"

The girl had become accustomed to being submissive.

Not daring to disobey the noble youth, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and retreated towards the door.

Just as the noble boy was bullying the girl who came from a serf family,

A flat voice.

A powerful mental pressure weighed heavily on the two teenagers.

"In my workshop, everything must follow my rules, understand?"

Even if it's an apprentice.

The power of wizards is still beyond the resistance of ordinary people.

The two teenagers were visibly shocked.

The young nobleman's face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat covered his forehead.

He looked around and cried out in terror, "Who's talking?!"

The forms for the disciplinary office were filled out haphazardly by Vic, but the foolishness and arrogance of the aristocratic boy Chuck exceeded his expectations.

He stepped out of the workshop, his gaze looking down at him coldly, and said, "I'm speaking."

After Vic appeared.

The noble boy Chuck was taken aback at first, and then rudely sized up Vic before lowering his head and reluctantly saying, "Lord Vic."

Another girl, who came from a serf background, kept her head down and knelt on the ground, trembling.

Vic did not show favoritism towards either of them because of their backgrounds.

But rewards and punishments are clearly defined.

"Chuck, your background means nothing here. In the presence of a wizard, disrespect means death. I'll only say this once, understand?"

Chuck nodded stiffly.

Some were unconvinced.

Vic, seeing this, didn't remind him further and said, "This is your first day at the academy, I won't kill you."

You're punished by having to clean the workshop for a month.

But do not enter the underground workshop without authorization.

Vic spoke calmly, without much emotional fluctuation.

Chuck was disdainful and didn't believe Vic would actually kill him. He simply nodded perfunctorily to indicate that he understood.

Vic is not his parent.

There is no obligation for him to teach him how to conduct himself in society.

Without reverence, death is simply death.

He then said to the girl who came from a serf background, "Wizards should have their own names. From now on, your name is Joe. Go to the administration office later to pick up a set of clothes."

Tomorrow, I'll clean the workshop with Chuck first.

Vic gave her a name that was a single syllable with no meaning.

Simple and easy to remember.

The serf girl, Joe, knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head.

Although she looked pitiful.

But Vic's heart was as hard as stone, and he remained unmoved.

He is only responsible to the academy when it comes to teaching newcomers.

He didn't care whether these two were alive or dead, or whether they could become wizard apprentices in the future; he just needed to do his job well.

at this time.

Grant's spirit sent a message.

The commission from the Deep Star Queen has been delivered. If Vic returns to the academy, he can collect it from his residence.

(End of this chapter)