Elite Mages’ Academy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Xiao Lin was dumbfounded. "What happened after that? Didn’t you go forward and end him?"

Cheng Ming sighed. "I didn’t have a chance. I was about to go up and kill the guy, but I was swarmed by the other wolf cavalry soldiers. I was already short of breath in the duel and I didn’t have the strength to deal with the other soldiers. But the captain of that wolf cavalry squadron was really strong! It was a great fight!"

Xiao Lin eyes twitched uncontrollably. He did not know whether to marvel at Cheng Ming’s sheer strength—which allowed him to challenge the wolf cavalry squadron captain head-on—or deem him exceedingly reckless and naïve. Such one-on-one challenges were pointless because they were facing the entire army. Even if they killed the captain, the rest of the squadron could easily crush Cheng Ming.

"I had wanted to hold off the wolf cavalry so the others could retreat as soon as possible, but for some reason, I learnt after the exam that those who retreated to the canyon still failed to complete the required tasks!" Cheng Ming was undoubtedly very frustrated.

Xiao Lin was not too surprised. "They must have been killed by the Norma woman. She’s very strong. It wouldn’t be a problem if you were there, but without a talented student like you, the others would face a lot of difficulty in dealing with that woman’s Flame Shield."

"Woman? What woman?"

"You weren’t listening to me just now..."

The two of them chatted enthusiastically. There were a total of 12 freshmen classes, and among the acting monitors, Xiao Lin could only get along with one person and that was Class One’s Cheng Ming. Cheng Ming had good relations with everyone and got along well with most of the other class monitors. He was a straightforward and honest man, which made everyone feel at ease. That aspect of his character was well-known to all.

The public classrooms were rife with group fights, and at almost the same time was an equally intense quarrel in the spacious student conference room.

The baby-faced student union president looked helplessly at the blond man in front of him and sighed. "Mr. Hank, once again I would like to emphasize that we didn’t deliberately conceal this. This request of yours really is unfulfillable. Dawn Academy has signed a treaty of alliance with Judge Academy; we’re friends. Please trust our sincerity."

The blond man was an American known by the name of Hank. He shook his head again and again, and said in half-baked Chinese, "NO! NO! NO! I understand Chinese culture well. You tend to treat these things half-heartedly, hence my skepticism to

After a pause, the blond man once again emphasized, "Although we can’t specifically disclose why, this is actually really important for Judge Academy. In fact, it’s not just your academy. At this exact moment, my colleagues are rushing to the other colonial academies because Judge Academy urgently needs someone who understands ancient Normese! When it comes to this, not even your school’s dean can stop us!"

The student union president said helplessly, "I understand. The dean sent me a trans-dimensional letter a few days ago and asked me to cooperate with you, but we’re not patronizing you. You know full well that ancient Normese has disappeared since your academy wiped the Thunder Kingdom off the map, especially when the ancient Normese used by their royal family is of the northern dialect. This dialect is the minority among the minority. The Thunder Kingdom’s royal family had been destroyed for more than a hundred years. There has to only be a handful of people in this entire world who still understands the language."

"I only trust the data provided by the central computer!"

"Your request is a bit excessive."

"I think it’s reasonable. I don’t need to check it myself. I just need to personally confirm the final result. Your school is one of the first colonial schools founded by the pioneers. I believe in your heritage and strength!" Hank was very adamant, not neglecting to shower some compliments.

"Okay!" The president was helpless. He finally got up and spread his palms. "If you insist, please follow me. All retrieval data will be provided to you, but believe me, no one in Dawn Academy understands this language. Those days, Dawn Academy’s colony did not border on the Thunder Kingdom’s territory! We’ve never offered this particular language course, even since the founding of our academy. It’s even more redundant now that the Thunder Kingdom has been destroyed."

"I’m sure your library has the relevant materials. It can’t be ruled out that some would learn it out of their own accord."

The blue-eyed blond immediately followed the president and continued prattling on, despite the noticeable fidgetiness of the Dawn Academy personnel accompanying them.

"This check will include all school students, graduates, graduate students, and doctoral students. With the exclusion of some who are carrying out important missions, data on all others individuals’ language skill levels will be searched. This is a lot of data and it’ll take some time. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"I’ll have a cup of Chinese tea then!"

A cup of fragrant hot tea was soon served, but the blond man had no intention of savoring its taste. He poured it all directly into his mouth to quench his thirst, then paced back and forth while anxiously waiting for the results.

Along the way, a few people came over and whispered in the president’s ear to report the chaos in the public classroom. The president frowned and said unhappily, "I can’t go now! Tell the Disciplinary Department’s Head to go there. He’s free to deal with it as he pleases as long as no one dies! This is an academy, not a place for them to make trouble!"

"What’s wrong?" Hank turned around.

"Something minor has happened on campus."

The query result finally came out after a quarter of an hour. Someone came over with a microcomputer and delivered it to the president. The president clicked on the interface and said with a smile, "You can rest assured. We’re not deceiving you on this occasi—WHAT?"

The president’s voice halted all of a sudden. His face was full of shock, as if he had seen a ghost. He opened his mouth, seemingly to rephrase his words, but he did not know where to start. In the end, he could only murmur, "How is this possible?"

The blond man had already grabbed the microcomputer and glanced hurriedly at it. The gloom disappeared from his face and he was both surprised and delighted. He exclaimed, "Good! Very good! Dawn Academy has quite the talent pool. As expected, your academy is equally as on par with Judge Academy! Please arrange the transfer procedures for this student immediately. We’ll give our full cooperation!"

The president’s face gradually became serious. "I’m afraid we still have to discuss this."

"What?" the blond man asked. "What is there to discuss? Haven’t we already negotiated? We’ve also obtained your dean’s consent! This is just a temporary transfer. We will have the student on loan for a period of time; less than a month! If you’re worried that the student himself disagrees, you can rest assured that Judge Academy will not ask him to serve us free-of-charge. We’ll give him remuneration. The amount will be enough to tempt him!"