When the storm outside became more and more intense, Arthur obediently hid in the academy and practiced hard, and never took a step forward to the academy.

During this period, Arthur was a little surprised by the fact that he received a thousand gold coins from the middle-aged scribe entrusted by the old housekeeper. However, Arthur could roughly guess what the other party meant, and that he wanted to hand over himself in advance and work for him in the future. These common methods of winning over the family and nobles were often used by the talkative Moral in Arthur's ears.

But Arthur was still young after all, and what he could not have imagined was that the middle-aged scribe even Arnold had calculated it.

Arthur accepted the gold coins that were delivered to the door, but it was another idea. The mercenary group had made Arthur accustomed to everything he did for three years. He took the money he thanked for for granted as his reward for saving Lucy. As for the other party who wanted to serve him, Arthur would regard everything as a mercenary task, and he had the right to decide whether to accept it based on the amount of reward.

Arthur flatly refused the invitation to visit him, and he didn't dare to go out if he beat him to death at this time.

Whether it is the cultivation of fighting spirit and the accumulation of magic, it is the skill of water grinding. A little bit of accumulation, repeated tempering, and breakthroughs between life and death, which can only be exchanged for the level and the improvement of combat power. On this road of a strong man full of thorns and hardships, Arthur is still far away!

There are no more years of practice. When the first snowflakes of winter floated in Xingarol, it was already half a year since Arthur entered the Blood Shallow Academy.

Walking back to the room, the chilling slightness of the snowflakes hitting his face made the burning heat in Arthur's body subside a little.

Arthur examined the fighting spirit in his body. It was still far from the fighting spirit needed to break through to the third-level warrior, but the pain brought to him by Danyang Refining God was getting harder and harder. Without the guidance of Keynes and Randall, he relied on his own to explore. Sometimes Arthur himself would doubt, not knowing how long he could last on this road?

Arthur raised his face and let more snowflakes fall on his skin, allowing the cold to slightly offset the burning nerves after practicing.

A thought suddenly flashed through Arthur's mind, "Maybe there will be a better way to relieve this pain?"

Thinking in my heart, I unconsciously walked on another road, leading to the college administrative district and the Royal Library.

This was the first time Arthur went to the library in half a year. When Arthur was thinking about whether he wanted to ask someone, a fat white man came towards him.

"Boss, why are you here? You can't go to the 'Skeleton' professor again?" Moral greeted Arthur from a distance.

After more than half a year of study, every student has his or her own professor he likes or hates. Arthur, the strange favorite professor, is actually Professor Aogu, who is privately called "Professor of Skeleton".

Arthur's reason is also very simple. Professor Agu knocked him down twice, but he didn't know how the other party took action. Professor Agu is the most powerful warrior he knows, even stronger than before Captain Keynes became a general. Respecting the strong and getting close to the strong is the simplest mercenary thinking.

Moreover, after real contact, Arthur discovered that Professor Agu was not as difficult as the outside world to approach (the actual situation was that even Randall had a bad temper, there was no one who couldn't handle it). Occasionally Arthur would ask Professor Agu some questions that he couldn't understand during his practice. He found that Professor Agu, who was responsible for the discipline of the college, actually had a rich knowledge of magic and fighting spirit. Therefore, he often saw Arthur come here to ask Professor Agu, and Moral's inquiry was also caused.

Arthur glared at Moral with anger. When Arthur was immersed in pain in practice all day, Moral, a lazy guy, was swaying in front of Arthur's eyes all day. He seemed to be just a slap in the academy, which made Arthur feel extremely unbalanced.

"I should have asked you what you are doing, right?"

After being with Arthur for a long time, Moral had already figured out Arthur's temper and knew that he was not really angry with him. He laughed with shamelessness: "I went to the library and wanted to find two powerful and quick-achieving gold magic."

Arthur looked at Moral in surprise, "Did the sun come out from the west? Do you still have time to take the initiative to learn magic?"

"I don't want to do it either. Isn't the year-end exam coming soon? If I'm eliminated at the end of the line, our old man will kill me." Moral complained with a sad face.

Arthur suddenly remembered that one day, Old Harry suddenly ran to class to talk about the year-end assessment, and also mentioned elimination. Arthur thought that it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't take it to heart.

But for some students like Moral who are not enterprising all day long, the year-end assessment is a deadly sword hanging over their heads.

The Kingdom stipulates that students of Xueyao Academy can be directly awarded the title of jester after graduation. But this is not the back door opened by His Majesty Strech for the children of the great nobles and wealthy people in the kingdom, but rather deliberately cultivating the backbone of the kingdom's nobles through their own ideas.

The stability of the aristocratic class is the basis of the stability of the kingdom's regime. What His Majesty Strech wants is not a nobleman who is arrogant, extravagant, or borer-like, or a borer-like borer. His Majesty Strech hopes to cultivate a true nobleman who is independent and tenacious, diagnoses glory, and responsibilities.

Xue Yao Academy is a platform for adhering to the will of His Majesty Strech to cultivate true aristocrats for the kingdom. The students who come out of here will be the backbone of the aristocratic class in this kingdom.

Therefore, many systems of the academy were personally designated by His Majesty Strech, such as the strict admission system for third-level warriors or second-level magicians under the age of sixteen, which is to choose the best talents for the kingdom.

There is also a last-place elimination system, which is an annual year-end assessment. The last one is directly eliminated, and one is eliminated every year. Arthur and his team have 23 new magicians in this class. In theory, there are only 18 people who pass the graduation assessment in five years and can be awarded titles, and the actual number is lower than this. In Wuyun Palace, one is eliminated in each class, and 20 people will be eliminated in five years.

His Majesty Strech emphasized that rewards and punishments should be taken together. Those who are eliminated at the last place in the assessment will receive scholarships, which is exactly the full tuition fee of 3,000 gold coins the following year.

The assessment method is just one way, and the competition between students is in line with the usual philosophy of His Majesty. No matter how good you learn, all knowledge that cannot be used in actual combat is bullshit!

Looking at Moral's sad expression, Arthur was now more balanced and suppressed his smile and asked, "Then have you found it?"

Moral spread his empty hands and sighed, "The powerful ones are too complicated, and those who are easy to get started are all useless magic, which is completely useless in battle."

Arthur wanted to go up and kick him. He was lazy all day long and wanted to take shortcuts at critical moments. How could such a good thing happen in the world?
Chapter completed!