Heroes of Silver Moon

"Staff?" The old dean looked at Clifford suspiciously. Is this mage, who has always been known for his seriousness, finally about to start corrupting?

"The mentor can only enjoy a 50% discount when buying a magic staff," the old dean reminded tactfully.

"Ha", Clifford's face turned darker in an instant, this idiot actually took him for advantage, did he think every mage was as corrupt as him?

"I bought it for this kid," Clifford gritted his teeth and said viciously, pointing at the confused Simon.

"Hey, Simon, you have successfully promoted to a junior mage." The dean said in surprise, looking at Simon who was silent at the side.

"Well", hearing the surprise in the dean's voice, although Simon was upset, he could only respond with an embarrassed but polite smile.

"What's surprising, according to my plan, this kid should have lit the soul fire five days ago," Clifford said angrily from the side.

"Hey, Clifford, don't be so strict, the soul fire has been ignited for more than 150 days, and this qualification is actually quite good," said the old dean and muddy.

"Hurry up and take out the staff." Clifford gritted his teeth and said speechlessly when he heard that the dean was about to pull it in another direction.

His time is precious, how can he have time to chat with this idiot here.

"Okay, okay." Seeing that Clifford was a little angry, the old dean quickly stopped talking nonsense, and quickly asked someone to carry a few boxes over.

"The portable staffs of your alchemy mages." Asking someone to open the boxes, the old dean pointed to rows of staffs similar to those in the Harry Potter world.

"Dean, what is the portable staff?" Simon asked curiously when he heard the portable staff.

"Staffs are divided into three types. One is the long staff, which increases the power of spells more. Generally, fort mages will use that kind of staff, just like me." The dean said and took out a Root, a staff about the same height and length as him.

"Well," Simon nodded, signaling that he understood.

"The second type is the short staff, which is generally used by battle mages, although the short staff has weaker spell enhancement than the long staff.

But relatively, it is more convenient to use and is very suitable for battle mages. Now the melee system and the four-element system all use this kind of staff," the dean said slowly:

"As for the portable staff used by your alchemy department, it has the weakest boost to spells, but it is very suitable for carrying around. Scholar-type mages like to use this kind of staff the most."

"We alchemists rarely fight, so this portable staff is enough," Clifford interjected.

"Oh," Simon nodded thoughtfully.

The long staff is like the cannon of the previous life, which is powerful but inconvenient to move; although the short staff is less powerful, it is very suitable for mobile combat, just like the submachine gun of the previous life.

The portable staff is equivalent to a pistol. Although its power is small, it is the best self-defense weapon for alchemists who basically do not fight.

"How about it, choose the one you like," the dean said with a smile, pointing to the staffs in these large boxes.

"How do you calculate the price of these staffs?" Simon asked suddenly. He had to consider his own financial situation before making a decision.

"According to the quality, it's about fifty gold coins if it's good, and ten gold coins if it's worse." The dean saw Simon's embarrassment, so he said leisurely.

"Then get me a ten gold coin staff, I don't have much money," Simon said with a cheeky smile.

"Our School of Magic actually supports credit, and the interest is only two cents," the old dean persuaded.

Learning spells is a very expensive thing, so for the group of mages, credit is simply commonplace.

For many mages, the huge debts owed by them are likely to be squeezed by their mentors or the mage union for a lifetime.

"No need, he's from the Alchemy Department, why do you need such a good staff?" Clifford said with a frown when he saw the old dean tricking his students into paying for credit.

"That's right, I don't want to fight, so why do I need such a good staff?" With the support of his mentor, Simon became confident.

"Well, anyway, this staff is for you to use yourself." Hearing that Simon was unwilling to pay on credit, the old dean shrugged indifferently.

No one who practiced spells would have no debts, even he himself still owed the royal family debts!

Otherwise, how could he be a master-level sorcerer here as the dean of the magic academy.

The old dean searched the box for a while, then took out an ugly staff, handed it to Simon, and said, "No, a staff of ten gold coins."

"Tsk", looking at the crooked staff in his hand, Simon clicked his tongue in disgust, Ma De, when I have money ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have to buy the most expensive staff.

After leaving the old dean's mage tower, Simon followed Clifford. After walking for a while, he suddenly realized that this was not the way back to the alchemy workshop.

"Mentor, where are we going!" Simon asked curiously.

"Go to the training ground of the melee department," Clifford yawned, rubbed his eyes, and replied lightly.

"What are you going to do in the training ground of the melee department?" Simon was even more puzzled. What were the two alchemists doing in the melee department?

"You now have the initial level of mana. According to the agreement made by the academy and the Mage Union, I should teach you three zero-level spells and three first-level spells for free."

Clifford rubbed his shoulder again and said, he didn't sleep last night, and now he feels uncomfortable all over.

"Wow", Simon jumped up excitedly, and finally he was going to formally learn spells.

"Don't worry about being happy, let me tell you the rules among mages first." Looking at the excited Simon, Clifford directly poured cold water on him.

"Yeah, tell me," Simon quickly and cheerfully replied when he heard that the instructor had something to say.

"First of all, the master's contribution must be reported, which is especially reflected in knowledge. You have to pay for learning knowledge from others.

Similarly, if others learn from you, you will also be charged," Clifford said slowly.

"Uh, tutor, I know that you need to pay for learning knowledge, but do I have to charge for teaching others knowledge?" Simon frowned and said.

"Yes", Clifford nodded and said, "Except for your closed disciples, you must charge for teaching spell knowledge to anyone, including your relatives."