Schulderun

It was a weekday afternoon, the busiest time for the academy, and many students were passing by the Principal's Tower.

The interaction between Ganlahast and Yevian was witnessed by several students.

They instinctively stopped in their tracks, their expressions gradually shifting from confusion to horror.

Coincidentally, these people knew Ye Wei'an.

Leading the group was Shuldron, a Lv.4 battle mage. He was a typical academic elite, born into a commoner family, who had reached his current position through extraordinary talent and almost self-destructive diligence.

Behind him were several classmates who were also at level 3. Besides commoner students like him, there were also some from wealthy families and with decent talents.

This group of people had complicated feelings toward Ye Wei'an.

They didn't discriminate against illegitimate children as superficially as Zachary, but they didn't particularly like Ye Weian either.

In their eyes, the predecessor was a typical example of "occupying a position without doing anything": despite having mediocre arcane talent, he forced himself to stay in the academy and be their classmate by paying money, which was simply a waste of the academy's resources.

According to their thinking, this kind of person should have been kicked out long ago.

"By the goddess Mystra... am I seeing things?" A classmate rubbed his eyes. "Was that Principal Ganlahast? He was just... patting Ye Weian on the shoulder?"

Schulderen frowned.

After the headmaster returned to the mage tower, he took the initiative to greet him: "Hey, Ye Weian. Long time no see."

Ye Wei'an stopped and nodded slightly.

"We didn't see wrong, did we?" Schulderen pointed to the tower doors that weren't completely closed. "What happened just now? Lord Ganlahast actually escorted you out himself?"

"You're not a distant relative of the principal, are you?" a Level 3 student next to him joked.

"Perhaps the principal recognized my grades."

"score?"

As soon as he said this, a suppressed jerk of laughter erupted around him.

"Ye Wei'an, we're old classmates, we know each other well," one student said, pursing his lips.

Schulderon chuckled and shook his head: "I remember you had to retake the 'Elementary Magic Framework' exam twice before passing. Everyone knows your level. Even though it's been two months, you shouldn't have become that strong. You're not Elminster."

Another person said, "I'd believe you if you got your hands on some rare and unusual antique to give to the principal, but as for grades... if you can satisfy the principal, the sun will probably rise in the west."

In their eyes, Ye Wei'an was still that guy who could only use magic tricks.

Ye Wei'an took out the document from his pocket, which was still warm.

"Actually, I also find it strange," he said. "I originally just wanted to hold a graduation ceremony, but I didn't expect the principal to give me this."

The group leaned closer to take a look.

They could all recognize the principal's handwriting, but no one wanted to believe that what was written on the parchment was true.

The comment written in gold ink, in particular, stood out.

"...Overall assessment: Excellent. Granted special permission to graduate as an outstanding battle mage."

Signature: Ganlahast Iowana

"Officially graduated? Excellent?!" Schulderen exclaimed in surprise, his usually calm voice trembling slightly.

"This is impossible!" The group repeatedly checked the authenticity of the sealing wax. "Even Schulderen has to wait another year to get a formal diploma, and you...you actually got it?"

Faced with the doubts of Schulderun and others, Ye Wei'an did not offer any further explanation. He simply rolled up his graduation certificate with a calm expression and said lightly:

Facts speak louder than words.

Next, Schulderon and his companions witnessed a shocking scene.

They didn't even see Ye Weian's spellcasting movements clearly; he simply tapped his fingertip lightly in the air, and Shuldron let out a gasp.

They had just returned from the training grounds, still wearing their protective [Mage Armor].

But in an instant, his [Mage Armor] collapsed and disintegrated, turning into specks of blue light that dissipated into the air.

This was not a brutal dismantling, but an extremely precise dispelling of magic.

Before Schulderen could recover from the shock, he saw Ye Weian pointing his finger repeatedly.

One by one, the [Mage Armor] on his companions was removed from their bodies.

A brief silence fell over the scene, followed by a collective gasp of shock.

"This..." One student was stunned. "My armor... it didn't even detect any spell fluctuations..."

"And it was instantaneous...dispelling the spell?" Schulderen's Adam's apple bobbed laboredly, and his gaze towards Ye Weian shifted from doubt to utter admiration. "You...how did you do that?"

"Do you want to learn?" Ye Wei'an looked at their worldviews, which had been reshaped, and felt a surge of secret pleasure. "If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

With that, he waved his hand: "I'm leaving the academy now. If you have any questions, we can talk on the way."

"You're leaving?" Schulderen, disregarding his pride, quickly chased after him. "Where are you going?"

"I've already graduated, there's no point in staying here."

In the world of mages, strength is always the highest level of qualification.

Ye Wei'an walked ahead, with Schulderun and a few others following behind him, like a group of students following their mentor.

Along the way, Ye Weian casually explained to them some techniques for destroying key nodes of magical structures.

Ye Weian's spells all come from the system's indoctrination, and the magic provided by the system is the optimal model of the current spells. Compared with the outdated formulas that have been passed down for hundreds of years in the mage tower, it is almost a dimensional reduction attack.

On top of that, Ye Weian also combined modern thinking with the perspective of the magic network provided by Cursed Fire. All of these combined insights were like a wake-up call for these mages who had not yet reached the third ring.

Upon arriving here, they finally realized that this former "poor student" was indeed looking down on them from a certain perspective.

“I used to think that spell models had to be strictly followed according to the books,” Schulderen said, his eyes shining. “But after hearing what you said, I realized that I was too rigid before. Ye Weian… no, Professor Ye Weian, can you tell me what you’ve been through these past two months? I’m pretty sure that many instructors in the academy don’t have as deep an understanding of ‘dispelling magic’ as you.”

"Didn't you say so before?" Ye Wei'an stood under the archway and smiled slightly. "I must say you guessed right, I did indeed have an epiphany."

"An epiphany...?" Schulderen smiled wryly. "Indeed, geniuses like Illminster really do exist in this world. The destination we're desperately chasing might just be your starting point."

They were about to part ways at the school gate.

"Thank you so much for your guidance today," Schultren said sincerely. "Your words are worth more than three years of hard study in the library."

At this point, he seemed somewhat reluctant to part, "Ye Wei'an... no, Your Excellency, if we encounter any problems in arcane research in the future, may we still consult you?"

"Of course," Ye Wei'an nodded slightly, "Since we were classmates, I'll write to you whenever I have time to keep in touch."

Since the other party had extended an olive branch, Ye Wei'an was naturally willing to make friends with them.

The mage profession values ​​talent and strength the most.

The group led by Schulderen was almost the most outstanding students in this year's War Mage Academy.

This is why they are all "trainees" of the Cormier royal family.

If they weren't required to join the Battle Mage Corps, Ye Wei'an would have started poaching them right now.

Unfortunately, it can't be dug up.

After they graduate, they will almost certainly become the key trainees of the Battle Mage Corps.

If they are lucky enough not to perish in the war, then the future high-ranking members of the battle mage corps will surely emerge from among them.

Ye Weian's move can be considered an early investment.

The monks and their students were overjoyed and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your generosity! If there is ever anything we can do to help you in the future, just say the word, and we will go through fire and water for you!"

"In that case, I do have something I need to trouble you with." Upon hearing this, Ye Wei'an's mind stirred slightly.

"Please let me know if there's anything I can do," Schulderen said warmly.