Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 533 Enrollment
To be honest, a solid foundation is a basic quality of a spellcaster, and for someone of mediocre talent, there is really nothing else to boast about.

Gavial has been studying arcane magic for nearly two years, but he is still stuck at the second level of the magic network, bearing the title of a mage apprentice.

Putting aside the fact that he is an outlier like Zhang Yuan, his progress, even with the resources of the Grand Duke, is only barely acceptable and hardly worthy of praise.

But since he had taken on such a disciple, he had to take responsibility.

Zhang Yuan didn't have the time to personally teach his son like a child, but he had a comprehensive plan for his future.

Entering the academy is just the beginning; factions, courses, instructors, reading lists, and so on are all clearly arranged.

Every ten days on weekends, Gaviel can return to the high cliffs, and if Zhang Yuan happens to have free time, he is happy to answer questions and offer guidance.

The Nightmare Warhorse, which rode like a knight of the abyss amidst raging flames, was now obediently pulling a carriage northward.

"This is a breed of horse I've never seen before. Are they creations of wizards? They're so handsome and unique. Even the warhorses of Comanso can't compare to them."

"Gavial, when will you learn this spell? I want one too!"

“Mr. Chanem, do you think I also have a talent for magic? I'd like to team up with Gavial…”

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Throughout the journey, Miss Shiki kept chattering away, while the absent-minded Gavial responded with nods and groans. Zhang Yuan occasionally chimed in with a few words, while he himself admired the scenery outside the car window that he hadn't seen for three months.

It was now the last week of the year-end month, the end of the year.

The snowstorm that had already visited the northern regions was delayed by the mountains, and the newly planted winter wheat, oats and other crops in the fields were striving to grow taller before being covered in white.

Farmers and peasant women working on the roadside would often stop what they were doing and bow to the lord inside the carriage when they saw the carriage inlaid with the coat of arms of the Lord of the High Cliffs.

Zhang Yuan occasionally waved to his subjects, and his eyes swept over them. The faces of his subjects showed no fear or evasion, but rather gratitude and respect, which he believed was genuine rather than out of fear.

It seems I'm quite popular.

Zhang Yuan smiled broadly, feeling quite pleased with himself. His efforts had finally paid off, and the sense of accomplishment from this direct feedback was far greater than the satisfaction given by virtual management strategy games.

It is true that all great powers belong to oneself, but human strength has its limits. Gods still need believers, and the territory beneath their feet is their current base.

The carriage moved smoothly forward, passing through fields and valleys, heading north into winter.

"Dear Mr. Chanem, this is not in accordance with the rules. As a senior lecturer, you have special recommendation quotas, but interfering in the specific course arrangements is a bit of an overreach, isn't it?"

A mage in charge of recruiting lower-level apprentices first accepted the academy badge, handwritten recommendation letter, and personal information of the prospective student. After reviewing and approving the information, he was about to enter it into the roster when he suddenly heard the other party say:
“I have other plans for this student’s course.”

Zhang Yuan had anticipated the questioning from the staff member and did not argue with them. A piece of paper floated lightly onto the table.

"Special license document?"

After taking the paper and reading it, the clerk's face stiffened. After a moment of hesitation, he forced out a few words:
"As you wish, Your Excellency!"

It's unbelievable that a mere apprentice has a lecturer standing behind him, let alone the permission of Vice Dean Balas.

I can't afford to offend them. "Thank you for your help, goodbye."

Leading the two little ones away from the mage apprentice recruitment area, Zhang Yuan stopped and looked back at Shi Ji in front of the profession hall:
Do you have any thoughts about your career?

"I want to be a mage too!"

One look at the girl's excited expression and you could tell she hadn't thought things through at all; she was completely carefree.

"Let's do a comprehensive evaluation first."

Zhang Yuan sighed, feeling that he had used up all the energy he had accumulated this year in just one week, and he might even have to overdraw his energy for the next year.

Shiki, on the other hand, was very optimistic and readily agreed. She grabbed Gavial and rushed inside, the scene resembling a husky running wild outside dragging an innocent golden retriever around.

As for Zhang Yuan who followed behind?
That would naturally be the unfortunate owner who gets taken out for a dog walk.

After a whole day of fussing and visiting almost every career mentor, only to be met with a few eye-rolls, the career path for Miss Shiki was finally decided.

During this time, Shi Ji, who refused to believe in fate, insisted on taking the mage aptitude test again, but the result was unchanged, and she was given an extra pair of eye-rolls.

During a visit to the prayer room, this guy's comment, "Hey, look at this idol, why is it missing an arm and blind in one eye?" immediately made the usually good-tempered Pastor Tyr lose his temper.

In the end, it was Zhang Yuan's efforts to smooth things over that brought the matter to a close. However, the matter of the Qianxin assessment was obviously aborted.

Although the Silver Shield family did not trust Tyr, the God of Warriors was also among the three righteous gods. The priest Tom, who was standing nearby, was almost stunned. He dared not let such a treasure come near them, for fear of finding a ghost.

Faced with the other party's polite yet firm refusal, Zhang Yuan had no choice but to leave. By the end of the day, he was even more exhausted than when he was doing scientific research.

After going around in circles, Miss Shiki chose the Ranger class with some regret, and the Woodland Children welcomed their own faction's treasure.

There are only a few career paths for agile characters. The thought of training this young lady to become a thief and harm innocent citizens is just horrible. It would be better to guide her to become a wandering knight and ruin the flowers, plants and small animals.

"Thieves? They're quite a group. Sometimes they can endure days of hiding in the sewers just to wait for an opportunity. It's really not easy."

"The animal companions of the Rangers are quite something. It is said that some special factions can even form contracts with dinosaurs, rare and powerful species that have survived to this day, as companions."

A few seemingly casual comments were taken to heart by Shi Ji, who was suddenly inspired. After a while, she felt that she had cleverly chosen the Ranger class because of her own intelligence.

The plan goes through!
Hu~~
After finally settling the young couple in, Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the fur-covered bench, not wanting to move.

Despite holding the title of senior lecturer, he also had his own independent classroom in the academy. After a short rest, he mustered his energy to visit a disciple of Balas, who was a high-ranking mage who was his senior brother.

This Lord Pros has already joined the ranks of eighth-circle spellcasters. Although they are fellow disciples, he is several generations older.

The two sides already had a teacher-student relationship, and since they were both willing to befriend each other, even if they weren't particularly close or enthusiastic, they at least had a certain level of mutual respect.

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