From the Perfect World

Time passed quickly, and a month passed in a blink of an eye.

In Ernst Academy, the freshmen who entered this year have all learned the basic magic principles of each department, so they don't have to attend classes from early in the morning until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night every day.

Most people have only one department of magic talent, and they only need to take magic classes for two hours a day.

Although Lin Yang is superior in the Thunder and Fire Departments, it doesn't mean that other Departments of magic cannot be used, but it is not as easy to learn as the Thunder and Fire Departments.

In the past month, he has used meditation instead of sleeping at night, and he has been cultivating his mental strength non-stop. Even in class, he can multi-task, listening to lectures while cultivating mental strength.

Several mentors could see that he was cultivating, and they affirmed this kind of diligence, and used him as an example to beat all the new students.

This also attracted a lot of hostile gazes to Lin Yang. Everyone was eight or nine years old, and they didn't think about so many things. They just transferred their dissatisfaction to Lin Yang when they heard their instructor lecture them.

But he was also afraid of his family background of the Duke of Jaes, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he could only keep it in his heart, not daring to speak out.

There are basically no civilians who can join Ernst Academy. Not only are civilians unable to afford the high tuition fees, but there are too few civilians who can have the qualifications of magicians, let alone those who can meet the admission standards of Ernst Academy.

Therefore, even if the freshmen from aristocratic families have opinions on 'Rogier', they will not express them. They are still young. Put your face down and make friends.

In this world, if you want to release high-level magic, it is not enough to have high spiritual power, you must also have the corresponding magic power, so Lin Yang uses his spiritual power to capture the magic that wanders between heaven and earth while cultivating his spiritual power. Elements, practice magic.

After a month of hard work, Lin Yang's body was filled with a lot of purple and red light, which was the magic power refined from magic elements.

Level 3 magician.

In just one month, Lin Yang has gone from a second-level magician to a third-level magician. He has gone through a road that a normal person would take years to complete. The speed of entry is enough to make everyone dumbfounded.

As long as you become a sixth-level magician, you can even apply for graduation in advance, and you don't need to stay in Ernst College. This is because you can basically rely on yourself in the future, and the tutors of Ernst College can't help much. , the foundation of everything that should be laid has been laid, and it is not very meaningful to stay in the academy.

Although Lin Yang wants to become a god in all the departments, he will not spend a lot of time concentrating the magic power of the other departments before the sanctuary, so he only has the purple and red thunder and fire magic power in his body, which are clear and distinct without interfering with each other.

At 11:30 in the middle of the night, the instructor of the Department of Lighting announced the end of get out of class, and the few first-year students of the Department of Lighting in the large classroom also packed their things and walked out of the classroom scatteredly.

This is Lin Yang's last basic magic class of the Department of Light. He plans to apply for skipping grades tomorrow and go to the third grade to learn the magic knowledge that a third-level magician should learn. The basic magic of each department in the first grade is nothing to him. Inspired, it's just a waste of time to stay any longer.

In Ernst College, students are not promoted to a level in a year, but judged according to their magic level. The sixth grade students who graduated normally in the past took decades from enrollment to graduation, and few of them could graduate early. And less.

On the second day, Lin Yang abnormally waited in the classroom early in the morning, which puzzled the freshmen of the first grade.

Even if they are jealous of Lin Yang, they have to admit that the other party is talented and hardworking at the same time. The degree of hard work is shocking. He has never missed any magic class. It stands to reason that the class is about to start now. To be.

Even Linley Baruch's grandfather, the soul body of the former sanctuary magister Delin Cowart, once sighed to Lin Yang, and used this to urge Linley to practice.

"Ring ring ring!"

After a while, the class bell rang, and the geology instructor walked into the classroom.

The tutor of the earth department is a young man, about twenty-five years old, a sixth-grade student of Ernst College, and a sixth-level senior magician.

The instructor of the earth department glanced at the freshmen of the earth department in the classroom, as if knowing the doubts in their hearts, he said in a complicated manner: "Student Rogier Jais was successfully promoted to the third grade today, and he will not be with you in the future." Class begins."

Promoted to third grade!

Linley's heart was shocked, and an unconcealable astonishment appeared on his immature face.

Being able to successfully advance to the third grade means that Rogier has already become a third-level magician and stepped into the ranks of intermediate magicians in just over a month of enrollment.

"Keep working harder, little Linlei. Rogier, who is the same age as you, is a third-level magician. You are still at the first level. It was also that kid who worked hard, but with my guidance, you will catch up to him sooner or later."

Delin, in the image of an old man with a white beard, floated out the Coiling Dragon Ring, and smiled in Linley's ear as if no one else was there.

Delin continued to laugh and said: "Don't put too much pressure on you. Rogier's spiritual power is naturally equivalent to a seventh-level great magician. In my opinion, it is not far from an eighth-level magister, but Rogier After reaching that point, the speed of becoming stronger will inevitably slow down, and you may still catch up with him, after all, I am a holy magician in the sanctuary."

Even if Ernst Academy is the number one magic academy in the whole continent, it is difficult for a holy magister to step into the sanctuary for hundreds of years, so Delin has the confidence to say so.

"I know Grandpa Delin."

Resoluteness appeared on Linley's face.

"Start class now!"

The young geology instructor cleared his throat and spoke.

Rogier left the first grade, so there were no eighth-level magisters and ninth-level grand magisters to give lectures to the freshmen. After that, the tutors of the first and second grades were replaced by senior students of Ernst College.

...

From spring to winter solstice, several months have passed in a flash.

On this day, snowflakes fell from the sky, and Ernst Academy, which occupies a vast area, was covered with a layer of white snow, making it look extremely clean.

"Ring ring ring!"

The crisp ringing of the bell spread throughout the large classroom of the first grade.

"Tap Tat Tat."

The sound of unhurried footsteps came from the corridor, resounding in the hearts of every student, there was a peculiar rhythm, and the interval between each script sound was extremely accurate, not missing a centimeter.

"Just listening to the sound of footsteps, this kind of precise control over the body, this mentor can easily become a powerful fighter even if he cultivates Dou Qi."

Delin floated out the Coiling Dragon Ring, and sighed in Linley's ear.

"The precision of the control of the body?"

Linley was thinking in his heart. This was the first time he had heard Grandpa Delin talk about soldiers. He had only told him about magicians before.

In the past half a year, Linley has gone from a first-level magician to a second-level magician, and has mastered several kinds of second-level magic skillfully, his strength is unparalleled.

"Wow!"

The door of the classroom was opened, and a dwarf-like figure in a mentor's robe walked in.

"Rogier Jaise!"

The youthful and astonished voice came out of the students one after another.