Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 254 Living Fossils

Oron's words were polite and clear: if it wasn't something important, it was best not to bother him.

This is actually quite polite. If the other party weren't also a mid-level mage, and it were an apprentice making such boastful remarks, they probably wouldn't be very happy.

Who is Grimwald?

One of the four founders of the Covenant and the Academy of Neverwinter Magic, who co-founded the school in 457DR and established the Covenant two hundred years later, now only two of them remain. With the other one having been away handling affairs for a long time, only this old man is left to oversee Neverwinter's home ground.

You come up to some random guy who specifically asks for this legendary figure, Bai Yuzhu, Zijin Liang.
The young monk before him calmly took out a leather scroll and a thick letter from his robes, handed them to the other man, and adopted a solemn and dignified expression:

"My visit to your esteemed college is not for my personal matters, but on behalf of my advisor, who has an important letter to deliver to your president."

"May I ask who your teacher is?" Oron asked, becoming somewhat serious.

"Tyrantir".

Aulon found the name somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite recall the specific details, so he took the scroll seriously and began to read it carefully.

The first thing I saw was the emblem of the Highhold at the beginning of the book, and then I suddenly remembered who that name referred to!

"So you're Master Tyrantir's top disciple." Oron was inwardly shaken, but his face remained polite and composed.
"Rest assured, I will definitely deliver this letter to Lord Grimwald."

After saying that, he turned and left the reception room. The mage and dwarf who were sitting and waiting were not neglected. Just a moment later, a pretty and lovely female apprentice came in and served him tea and water very obediently.

Tsk tsk, judging by her clever appearance, I wonder how long she's been trained. It's not bad to have a female apprentice who knows how to get along with people.

It seems that Syl's magical training should be put on the agenda as soon as possible. Hmm, how can an apprentice demonstrate his abilities? We need to expand the recruitment.

Looking at the careful, meticulous, and slightly ingratiating female apprentice in front of him, Master Zhang was not so uncouth as to show off or take advantage of her. Instead, he chatted with her casually.

It turns out that the female apprentice's journey wasn't easy either. Coming from a small merchant family, the discovery of her magical talent was indeed a pleasant surprise, but the ensuing exorbitant fees turned this joyous occasion into a burden that nearly crushed the family.

I finally managed to get a part-time job at headquarters thanks to my emotional intelligence and interpersonal skills, and was able to continue my studies with the help of scholarships.

The economic problem was solved, but her progress on the path of magic, which was not particularly outstanding to begin with, became increasingly slow. She was already over twenty years old and had only just touched the second ring of the magic network.

This is not an isolated case, but the norm for many apprentices on this path. Whether limited by talent or burdened by family circumstances, there are very few who can be born in Rome and still run wild like Zhang Yuan.

"Your Excellency Chanem, the principal requests your presence." Oron's attitude became even more polite upon his return.

Zhang Yuan stood up, intending to give Bard a few instructions, but seeing the other man happily munching on nuts and snacks, he didn't waste any words and followed Oron away.

Passing through rows of studies and offices, and going straight up to the fifth floor, just at the end of the corridor, there is a circular reception room, which is quite exquisitely decorated, with a unique luxury characteristic of mages.

Ordinary people, even nobles, when decorating their homes and showing off, mostly choose gold, silver, or precious metals or high-end wood. Those who are slightly more extravagant only choose porcelain and jewelry.

The reception room in front of us doesn't look particularly magnificent, but in arcane vision, it's absolutely blinding.

Magic crystals and gems of various grades were carelessly placed on the desks and coffee tables like worthless stones and rubble. Some seemingly inconspicuous or even old objects were actually rare items with high levels of enchantment. Not to mention the scrolls and books piled on the desks and bookshelves, which were by no means ordinary objects.

However, none of these were what the two of them cared about. Instead, they were focused on the somewhat hunched figure with snow-white hair standing with his back to them.

When Grimwald turned around, his hair was messy, and his originally high-class robes looked like those of a slovenly nerd.

When the master raised his head and revealed his true face, he looked very old, with wrinkles deeply etched on his face by the years.

His eyes were half-open, as if he hadn't woken up properly, and he was even carrying a cat in his arms, stroking its fur as he slowly said:
"Thank you for your hard work, Oron. You can leave now."

The latter bowed and took his leave, leaving the old man and the young man facing each other in the hall.

As soon as Oron stepped out the door, the old mage pointed and the door closed automatically.

The old man, whose hair was completely white, simply tossed the fat cat in his arms aside. The cat, landing on the ground, didn't meow and, as was the case, curled up in a corner.

"Young man, you say you're that brat Tyrantir's apprentice, and you're here to deliver a letter from him to me?"

The old monk gestured for Zhang Yuan to sit down, then found a seat himself and slowly sat down, saying, "Perhaps I'm old and my eyesight is failing, but I didn't recognize this as your teacher's handwriting."

Goodness, Tyranitar is called a kid in his eyes, his seniority is unparalleled.

While secretly marveling at his actions, Zhang Yuan was also somewhat nervous. After all, this was purely a spur-of-the-moment act of using someone else's name to make a big deal out of it. Although his intentions were good, he couldn't escape the fact that he had deceived and misrepresented the facts.

As soon as Zhang Da Guanren stepped up, he jumped up as if his buttocks were on fire, and bowed deeply to the old man.

That's the spirit of an old craftsman!

“Lord Grimwald, the shame in my heart is beyond words, but with my shallow and foolish knowledge, I can only come up with such a frivolous means.”

His words were spoken with heartfelt sorrow and deep emotion, and then the young monk suddenly raised his voice, his tone becoming impassioned and stirring:

"But by chance, I heard about such despicable acts and shameless deeds. I couldn't help but feel indignant and furious. Whenever I recall my master's earnest teachings, I can't help but sigh. I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. This visit to you was done by one person and has nothing to do with my master."

"Oh."

Faced with the young man's somewhat hasty and exaggerated explanation, the old monk did not take it to heart. Instead, he took the initiative to reach out and help the young man up, even kindly straightening his robes, and trying to open his squinting old eyes a little wider:

“Don’t be nervous, child. You have not done anything wrong. On the contrary, I want to thank you for your kindness and help to our academy, our covenant, and our Neverwinter City.”

A burly boy was flattered.

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