Battle Mage Academy

Upon hearing this bad news, no one present was in the mood to enjoy their meal, and they quickly finished eating.

After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Ye Wei'an stood up and began assigning tasks.

"Let's split up now." He looked at everyone and gave instructions. "Ellen, you take Lina, Volodya, and Kleb to visit a few large trading companies nearby. We need a detailed procurement list, including farm tools, high-yield seeds, basic building materials, and so on. Since Zambia is in trouble, we need to order these things before prices skyrocket."

"Understood, Master!" Ellen patted her chest. Although she wanted to follow Ye Wei'an more, she knew that important matters were more important.

Lina nodded, her eyes flashing with competence: "Please rest assured, sir, I will keep a close eye on the merchants' offers."

Eileen asked curiously, "Master, now that we've gone to place the order, where are you going? Are you going to cause trouble for that herald officer?"

"No, I said I'll think about this tomorrow." Ye Wei'an straightened his slightly wrinkled collar. "I need to go back to the Battle Mage Academy to apply for formal graduation."

Lina couldn't help but feel a little regretful upon hearing this: "It's a pity that Master can't complete all his studies. With Master's talent, if he could study for another year, obtaining the title of formal battle mage wouldn't be difficult. It's such a shame that he has to apply for graduation early."

"There's no time for me to sit in the library and study leisurely now, Lina." Ye Wei'an chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Things are changing rapidly outside, and what we lack most is time. A graduation certificate is just to make it easier for me to prove my abilities when looking for a job... But right now, I'm the one who needs others to prove their abilities to me. A graduation certificate... isn't that important."

The group chatted as they walked out of the gate of "Dragon's Jaw".

Several elegantly decorated horse-drawn carriages were neatly parked in front of the inn.

Ye Wei'an efficiently rented two carriages and paid a deposit for each.

"Ellen, it's better to have more items on the list than less. Go."

"Don't worry, Master!"

After watching Elaine and her group get into the car and leave, Ye Weian got into another car.

"Go to the Upper City, to the Battle Mage Academy."

The carriage sped along the smooth cobblestone road for more than half an hour before entering the heart of Susar's power.

The streets here are lined with shady trees, and behind the walls stand manors, each representing an ancient family—not just any family is entitled to establish a manor near the palace.

Ye Wei'an lifted a corner of the side curtain and glanced out the window. The carriage was passing a familiar yet unfamiliar mansion—directly opposite the academy was the vast estate of the Emeryske family and the Crown Hunter family, not far apart.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of the War Mage Academy.

This place is not only the cradle for training mages like Cormier, but also one of the headquarters of the renowned "Battle Mage Corps".

The fact that the current Royal Mage and leader of the Battle Mages, Ganrahaster Iowana, personally serves as the academy's principal demonstrates its importance.

From the outside, the academy presents a magnificent war aesthetic.

Backed by the imposing walls of Susar, it was constructed entirely of thick, magic-resistant obsidian and bluish-gray granite, its towers soaring into the clouds like swords piercing the night sky. A perpetual, eerie blue arcane glow danced atop those spires, a sign that a large defensive barrier was in operation.

The outer walls of the academy were covered with dense runes, which shimmered with a faint silver light.

It was less of a school and more of a magical military fortress. A faint ozone odor, produced by the ionization of extremely high concentrations of arcane energy, could even be detected in the air.

Ye Wei'an strode through the college gate and headed straight for the dormitory area.

Since he has not yet officially graduated, Ye Weian still has a dormitory room at the college.

He planned to take his belongings with him before applying for graduation.

The War Mage Academy implements elite education, and the number of students admitted each year is extremely limited, with the number of students on campus usually not exceeding two hundred per year.

To ensure that students have ample space for study and meditation, the academy provides each student with a single dormitory room and allows them to bring an attendant to take care of their daily needs.

Upon arriving at the dormitory area, Ye Weian quickly found his small apartment.

Pushing open the door, the interior furnishings, just like those in the college, were simple and practical.

A sturdy wooden bed, a desk and chair set worn and frayed, a narrow wardrobe standing in the corner, and the only thing that could identify the spellcaster was the oil lamp holder on the corner of the desk, engraved with a miniature energy-gathering array.

Ye Wei'an looked around. Several thick volumes of "Arcane Geometry" and "Introduction to the Geography of Faerûn" were neatly stacked on the corner of the table. In the drawer, there were still some spellcasting materials of decent quality: peeling dragon skin fragments, several bottles of alchemical potions that had already settled, and some enchanting crystals that he had secretly collected in the laboratory.

Ye Weian didn't waste time reminiscing; he quickly took stock of his remaining possessions. There were several thick books like "Basic Construction," "Arcane Geometry," and "Introduction to the Geography of Faerûn," ​​several bottles of mediocre mercury and dragon blood ink, fragments of dragon skin, several bottles of alchemical potions that had already settled, and some enchanted crystals he had secretly collected in the laboratory.

With a casual wave of his hand, all these items were added to his system inventory.

For him now, these things have limited value, but they're better than nothing.

After cleaning everything up, Ye Wei'an closed the door and prepared to leave, marking the end of his time at the academy.

Just then, several disordered footsteps came from outside the door.

"Oh, look who this is? I thought it was some 'high-society lady' who had wandered into the Battle Mage Academy."

A voice with a flippant laugh came from the end of the corridor.

Two young men dressed in silk robes were walking towards us, holding spellbooks in their hands, clearly having just finished a practical lesson.

A man named Zachary Loren [Lv.2 Mage], whose family runs a sizable silk business in Susar;

Another is named Darian Rowanmantel [Lv.3 Mage]. Rowanmantel is a long-standing and prominent surname in Cormier, with the family holding the title of Duke. Even if this Rowanmantel is from a collateral branch, he is still enough to make him arrogant and disdainful in the academy.

In Ye Wei'an's memory, these two guys were the biggest troubles in his previous life. They never missed an opportunity to ridicule this "illegitimate child from the countryside of the East".

The two did not recognize Ye Wei'an at first.

After all, Ye Wei'an's charm attribute is now 19 points, and his temperament has undergone earth-shattering changes compared to before—a tall and straight figure, a handsome face that is almost otherworldly, and the leadership temperament and majesty formed after experiencing the real battlefield, which is completely different from the timid little nobleman of the past.

But when they saw this handsome man walking out of the dormitory with the nameplate "Ye Wei'an" on it, the amazement on their faces was quickly replaced by a kind of mean malice.

"Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this our bastard who's been missing for two months?"

Zachary Loren sized up Ye Weian, his tone filled with jealousy. "Which shady clinic have you been hiding in for the past two months? Your face has been surgically altered to the point that it's driving women crazy. What, realizing that your magical talent can't save your background, are you planning to use this face to snag a duchess so you can officially become her wife?"

Darian Rowanmantel, standing nearby, laughed so hard he almost fell over: "No wonder we haven't seen him for the past two months. Turns out he's been learning how to serve old women. No wonder he's a bastard; his nature will never change. He can't master magic, but he's quick to learn these unorthodox methods."

Ye Wei'an listened to these offensive words, but his eyes showed no anger, only the indifference of someone looking at a clown.

"This is an academy, and I don't want to cause trouble here," he said calmly. "Shut up and get out of here. This is my final warning to you."

The aura forged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed to freeze the surrounding air instantly.

The two noblemen were so frightened that they took a step back, and Zachary almost stepped on his own robe.

Damn it, they actually find a "bastard child" terrifying?!

The two of them immediately felt embarrassed.

Especially Zachary Loren.

The Loren family wasn't actually a major noble family. There were countless apprentices in the academy with backgrounds far superior to his. Even in front of Darian, a member of the Rowan Mantel branch of the family, he could only be a follower.

As for the commoner students, they were all selected through multiple rounds of screening to join the academy, and their talents were all exceptional; they were not people he could afford to offend.

Given his status, he could only find a pitiful sense of superiority in front of someone like Ye Wei'an, the illegitimate son of a baron.

Now that even his only outlet for venting dared to defy him, Zachary felt a shameful anger.

But he wasn't foolish enough to just rush in.

Judging from the aura that the other party just unleashed, this illegitimate child doesn't seem to be someone to be trifled with.

Zachary's eyes lit up, and an idea immediately formed in his mind.

"A warning?" Zachary looked at his companion and urged, "Did you hear that? A piece of trash who can't even cast a first-level spell is actually warning us. Perfect, Rowan Mantel, show him that little trick you recently learned and let him know his place."

"Yes! I'll make sure you never forget this lesson!"

Darian immediately took a half step forward, his slender fingers rapidly drawing a complex rune in the air, magic gathering:

The next moment, an invisible binding force instantly locked onto Ye Weian—it was the "Second Ring Spell: Immobilize Humanoid".