Seven years later, the Alpine School of Magic in Le Newmoreville.

"Langdon, what are you going to do next?" a female troll asked the prince who was using the image crystal to record what he saw and heard.

"Zuflina, it's you." Looking at the tall troll girl in front of her, and because of her good grades, she broke the troll discrimination and won the title of "Zufli", Langdon put away the crystal, "I am about Going to participate in politics, how about you?"

"I signed up for the selection of the Mage Tower of the Lucia Magister," she smiled, the copper ring on her short fangs gleaming in the sun, "I plan to continue my studies."

"Oh, the competition should be fierce, right?"

"Fortunately, according to Lord Lord's statement, those of us who can sign up are all people who have shown their mage potential in the previous seven years, and there are many distinguished people like you who choose to go back to inherit the family business, so There are not many people in the end."

Langdon nodded, and then turned to look at the academy behind him. Compared to when he just arrived seven years ago, the entire Mage Academy has changed a lot: First of all, because of the enrollment every two years, there are more apprentices walking in it. Secondly, more tall towers and weird buildings appeared on the edge of the college. They are scattered, high and low, with characteristics of various races.

"Langdon, come here!" A rough voice interrupted Langdon's thinking, "Professor Chen wants to see you!"

"Okay Soderling, I'm here!" The human prince yelled at the dwarf in the distance, and then turned to ask the troll, "Zufrina, are you coming?"

The troll girl shook her head, then took out a light green rope loop and handed it to him: "No, Langdon, if I go then I will definitely fight the dwarf again, or even have a mage duel with him."

Langdon remembered the quarrel between the troll and the dwarf in the past seven years, and sighed helplessly, and then took the bracelet that the troll girl had handed him, with a black leopard sign hanging on it: "What is this? "

"A blessing bracelet. Whenever a troll becomes an adult, we will always give them a small decoration, which represents the blessing of the God of Loa."

"Then this is the **** you believe in?"

"It is Bessac, and it is also the Loa that our Lignumville tribe now believes in."

"Oh, that means the black panther we saw by the lake before..."

"Yes, it is the incarnation of Besek," Zufferina did not deny, "Well, you go, I think Teacher Chen can't wait."

"Okay," Langdon said as he put on the bracelet, "it's very suitable, thanks a lot, Zufferina."

"Ok."

The troll girl stood quietly and looked at the figure that was going away, taking a deep breath. At this time, Jarlo's voice came from her ear: "Did the things be delivered?"

"Ah, high priest." Zufferina hurriedly turned to salute, and Jarlo held her back.

"Are you really not planning to go back with me?" Yallo looked down at his best disciple, who was also the most desperate and hardest among the students of the college, and asked again.

"..." A struggling flashed in Zufferina's eyes, and then she turned into firmness, "Yes, high priest, I decided to stay and continue studying."

"Can I ask why? Don't tell me it's because of the little human prince."

"It has nothing to do with Langdon," Zufferina turned and glanced at the human prince who was talking to the dwarf in the distance, and then raised her head to look at Jarro in front of him. "High Priest, where do you think the future of our tribe is?"

"Future?" Jarro was taken aback for a moment, and then became interested, "Tell me about it."

Zufferina's face is calm: "In my opinion, we must take advantage of this opportunity to quickly integrate into Leinumville, otherwise I am afraid that the Gurubashi troll clan will be completely reduced to beasts."

"Is there such an exaggeration?" The priestess smiled.

"Yes, high priest, I don't know if you have carefully observed the life of our tribe, but in the past eight years, trolls have become accustomed to eating cooked food and using machinery, and the mortality rate of children has also been greatly reduced."

"This is the result you got in practice before, right?"

"Yes, high priest, but in my opinion, we are still too far away from the core area of ​​Lineumoville."

"What do you mean?" Jarro became serious.

"Look at the bottom of the mountain, the closest to the lake is the elven settlement, humans in the middle, and dwarves on the southernmost side. This is the essence of the territory. All the advanced research institutes are located here. Our trolls live in another part of the mountain. On one side, once new changes occur, these three races will be affected first. They will get the most benefits, then the farms on both sides of the northern pass, and finally we who live in the jungle. , I don’t think this is a good thing. So I want to stay and try to get more convenience for our tribe."

"Your eyes are very sharp, Zufferina, but you have overlooked a problem. Although Aristophanes did not discriminate against us, in the hearts of those elves and dwarves, we and the Amani trolls in the north, There is no difference between Dun Morogh's ice trolls, and they have fought each other for thousands of years. This hatred can't be eliminated in just eight years."

"But isn't this the direction that Lord Lord is working hard?" the troll girl asked back, "otherwise why is he trying so hard to create an equal environment?"

"...I see, Zufferina," Jalro looked at the little witch in front of him and shook his head with emotion. "It is really the loss of the tribe if you don't go back. How did you think of these things?"

"I think that I will stay here to bring greater benefits to the tribe, high priest. As for these problems, part of the problems are the books in the library. In addition to magic, there are also various historical and story records. The big inspiration, the other part is the result of daily practical activities."

"Very good, come on, Lucia is a very good wizard mage, if it weren't for Aristophane who said he would not recruit disciples, I would really recommend you to him."

"There will be a chance, high priest."

On the other side, in the house where Old Chen was, Langdon and Soderling Wildhammer walked in. Soderling was still talking to Langdon about letting him avoid trolls.

"Professor Chen." Langdon hurriedly saluted the chubby panda man before him, interrupting Soderling's nonsense.

"Ah, here you are, Langdon, Soderling, where are the others?"

Langdon was about to say something, Soderling immediately said, "Oh, Teacher Chen, they are all busy packing up and getting ready to go!"

"Really?" Old Chen glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around and took out a few books. "These are some wine-making techniques I have summarized over the years and the techniques for the use of true energy. Wait a minute. Put it in the library!"

"Okay," Langdon nodded and took it, and then caught a glimpse of the packed luggage. "Are you leaving~lightnovelpub.net~Professor Chen?"

"Ah, yes, I have lived here for almost seven years. It's time to continue my adventure."

"Hey? But who will lead the students to practice if you leave?"

"Oh, I recommended a well-trained apprentice to Aristophanes. According to the standards of our hometown, she is already enough to be a teacher, so she will take over my position in the future to teach new apprentices."

Just then an elf wearing a black and white cloth robe walked in: "Teacher, here I am!"

"Ah, Vereesa," Lao Chen's face was full of smiles as he looked at the elven girl with the ball head.

"I heard that you are leaving, Aristophanes asked me to invite you to his mage tower for dinner."

"You don't have to eat, I..."

"There is Lineumoville secret brew!"

"It's my duty!" Old Chen changed his words immediately, then waved his hand at the humans and the dwarves, "Well, let's go first, we are destined to see you again, both of you."