The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

(Recommended background music for this chapter: "Yes, I Do" Source: The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt Soundtrack.)

Gos Velen, the morning sun refracted strips of light on the sea surface, seabirds circled over the harbor area, and the bright gulls cried, looking forward to the fish carcasses dropped by the fishing boats.

Most of the shops on Cardo Street have opened for business, and porters and vendors are going in and out of the shops. Respectable people usually don't go out so early.

Amavit rode on his black horse, looking at the light blue sky and the seabirds gathered in a group, his body swaying with the horse's walking.

The guards followed behind him on horseback. Today they will escort His Royal Highness to the academy to preserve His Royal Highness's dignity, and then return.

There is a fresh smell in the air mixed with the smell of fish, salty sea and bread. Although it is strange, it smells good.

They are on their way to Aretuza College. Drina had come here yesterday to confirm that Dean Tissaya was there, and explained that His Royal Highness would arrive at the academy this morning. Note ②

The lowest level of the academy is the Palace of Losha, which is also the place to receive visitors.

The palace on the upper level used for academy meetings is the Palace of Gastang, which is surrounded by an anti-magic barrier created by the first dean, the mage Nina Fioravanti. No magic can be used in it to prevent these powerful mages from fighting during meetings.

Aretuza College is one of the largest warlock academies in the north, and the other is the Ban Ade College mentioned above. Ban Ade College specifically recruits male students.

In comparison, the teaching level of Aretuza College is more recognized by the world.

Gradually, there are not only female sorcerers here, but also small nobles and wealthy businessmen who send their daughters to Aretuza College to study in order to obtain better education and connections. The high tuition fees of the academy are commensurate with the excellent education level.

The management of Aretuza College is very strict, and students are not allowed to leave the academy on ordinary days. Therefore, rumors occasionally spread in Gos Velen that a female apprentice was deceived or kidnapped by a bard or some other bastard, but the academy seemed to handle it well, and no one ever produced solid evidence.

Thinking about it all the way, Amavet led the guards to the entrance of the long bridge, where a team of city guards was stationed to prevent some blind foreign bastards from breaking into the long bridge and causing trouble for the city lord.

His Royal Highness urged his horse to step directly onto the long bridge, and Drina would deal with the city guards.

Amavet looked at the waves hitting the rocks under the bridge, thinking about how he would communicate with Dean Tissaia later. His teacher had powerful magical powers, a long life, and was well-informed, so it was not easy to fool him.

Even if he was a prince of Temeria, he had to pay tuition to go to the academy. He was not going to pay the tuition with Oren, but to use another way to win more support for himself.

The group stopped in front of the academy gate and dismounted. Drina was about to knock on the door, but the gate was opened from the inside.

Dean Tissaya de Vries, who was still dignified and beautiful, swayed her turquoise long skirt and led the way out.

Amawit took two quick steps and saluted with his hand on his chest: "Teacher Tissaya, you can just send someone here. I am flattered that you personally come to greet me."

Tissaya de Vries looked at this student who she hadn't seen for half a year, with a smile on her face: "Okay. Amawit, you don't need to pretend to be in front of others in the academy. I'm really a little uncomfortable with you like this."

The prince quickly straightened up, exhaled and said: "That's great." He turned to Drina and said: "Okay Drina, your mission is completed. Hurry back. Be careful on the way."

"Your wish, Your Highness. Goodbye, Your Highness."

The guards saluted with their chests, mounted their horses and left.

Watching the guards leave the bridge, Amawit turned back and said to Dean Tishaya: "Teacher, I will stay here for a while."

The dean said to the professors behind him who were used to strengthen the momentum: "Okay, go back to work."

When everyone dispersed, she said: "Come in first."

...

Tishaya did not take His Royal Highness to the Losha Palace for receiving visitors. The two went directly to the dean's office near the Gastang Palace.

Waving off the assistant who served tea, Tishaya crossed her legs and said: "Amawit, as I said just now, you don't need to pretend in the academy. Tell me, what is the purpose of your visit."

The two have known each other for 17 years, and she knows this student's character very well.

Amawit is also very clear about Dean Tishaya's character. In some ways, the master and apprentice are very similar.

His Royal Highness leaned back on the sofa and said, "Magic, enchantment, alchemy. Especially magic, I need to learn more knowledge to equip myself, at least to reach the graduation level of the academy."

"Why are you in such a hurry? You know, we have a much longer lifespan than mortals."

"First of all, I know that I am special. Yes, that's the one, the blood of the ancients. Someone is targeting me. The power of the mortal world may not be able to protect me and my sister, I need to be strong enough."

"Who?"

"Wait a minute, this is related to what I'm going to say later."

Dean Tissaya saw that the prince was not nervous, and relaxed and said, "Well, then you continue."

"I brought tuition fees, of course not Oren, nor tax reduction. The tax of the academy is already very low."

"Oh, what tuition fees make you say it so solemnly?"

"First, I was assassinated or kidnapped on the way here. Of course they failed. This is the general process." The prince handed the teacher a piece of parchment, which he copied while writing the letter. All processes from questions to prisoner confessions. There's certainly no judgment part about Wilgefortz.

Dean Tissaya read it from beginning to end twice before placing the page on the short table between the two of them: "Marvin, I have to say, you can surprise me every time. From such a young age Risk can be judged in the details.”

The name Maven is the abbreviation of Amavet's full name. It was a joke between the master and the apprentice when the prince was 6 years old, and it has been used to this day.

The prince spread his hands: "This world is actually very dangerous. Right?"

Dean Tisaya nodded, and then said: "About this, it seems you still have something to say."

Amavit picked up the parchment, held the page up with his flame palm, and the parchment was instantly burnt to black on the flame palm. The flame palm clenched into a fist and then dissipated, leaving no trace of the parchment.

"Beautiful, very fine magic manipulation skills."

"Thank you, teacher. What I want to say is that the problems within the Warlock Brotherhood are not as minor as you think. Someone leaked secrets. This is not a big deal, but some people are already using assassination methods to deal with other mages. Although I have not yet Join the Brotherhood, but at least in terms of faction, I am. He has crossed the line, and you, the leader of the Talent and Skills Association, know nothing about what this person is planning."

"Yes, Marvin, you are on to the point. This information is indeed useful. So, do you have any judgment about this person?"

"It's magic, teacher, I'm only 17 years old."

"Oh, haha, indeed, you have done enough. I always forget your age when talking to you."

"There is still a tuition fee. Within 2 months, I will give you a paper. I will write my subsequent conjectures on the development of the magic subject and an analysis of the social situation of the mage group. Maybe it can help the college avoid one or two huge disasters. trouble."

"Don't think I'm going to expect your paper based on those two sentences, Marvin."

"Okay, let me say a few more words. Is it true that the power of magic cannot be used by ordinary people? What has magic brought to the world? Another trouble is the most serious for the academy."

"I'm a little interested, you say."

"Magisters are becoming more and more interested in participating in politics. Colleges and fraternities are indifferent to this and even happy to see it happen, right? Then do you know how those in power view mages as a group?"

"We have great power and rich knowledge. Of course they hope that we can serve the kingdom. What's the problem with this?"

Amavit slowly shook his head: "It's all wrong."

"oh?"

"You have been separated from ordinary people for too long.

First of all, I mean people in power and not nobles. There are no fools in power, and fools cannot climb up. I am one of those in power.

We are suspicious of everyone around us. When someone I don't trust enough appears around me, my first reaction is suspicion.

If this person has the ability to easily kill me regardless of my defenses, my next reaction is...get rid of him! "

The more the dean heard, the deeper her eyebrows furrowed. When she saw the student's fierce eyes, she smiled again: "After all, you have killed someone before, Marvin, your eyes are very good."

Amavit returned to his slouchy look and shrugged.

"However, you are right, great power makes us too arrogant."

"The scary thing is that most mages are very arrogant when they are not strong enough. In my opinion, this is just like seeking death."

"Haha, Marvin, you are much more arrogant than them."

"I'm not arrogant, at least to most people. Besides, my dad is a king."

"Haha, okay, you win...Okay, I'm looking forward to your paper. Marvin, you should have other requirements, tell me."

"This paper is restricted to you and the top management of Arethusa College. No one else has the right to view it, including other members of the Society of Arts and Crafts. You must promise me this. I do not trust them. The leakage of the paper will cause me huge harm. trouble."

"It makes sense. You are indeed a qualified person in power."

"I'm too lazy to be the leader of Laoshizi. Also, you have to help me find a suitable dormitory. There is no requirement for accommodation, but it needs to be separated from other students. After all, I am a man and I am 17 years old. And I have to have a place to practice Sword and take care of my horse. I'm not just a warlock after all."

"Little Marvin, you are a 17-year-old boy. Well, your request is quite reasonable. I will arrange your accommodation."

…

Amavit began his studies at the Academy of Arethusa, becoming the only male student in this sorceress academy. This aroused the interest of many female apprentices and even some female professors.

When the confirmed news came out, this male student was the private student of the Temerian prince and the dean. Some students and professors who feel that their family background, intelligence or means are sufficient are more interested.

Before class, female students kept coming to talk to her, and there were also female professors who sought out Amavit privately in the name of after-school tutoring.

He never paid attention to these. Apart from answering questions in class and asking questions after class, His Royal Highness hardly communicates with other people.

But once the women get together, crazy things are really done.

…

At night, the waves hit the sailboats in the harbor, and the wind blew into the window from the sea, bringing a hint of coolness...

The black horse walked into the small backyard with a clatter and stuck his head in the window to look.

Amavit was lying on the desk writing a paper, and he looked up when he heard the sound.

"Ned, go to bed, I'm busy."

The black horse snorted and walked into the stable by himself...

Tap, tap, tap... Someone knocked on the front door.

The prince stood up and buttoned the collar of his shirt, and stood up to open the door.

A woman in a black dress, with a slim figure and a slit almost to her belly button, was standing at the door, her voice was so sweet that it was sickening: "Good night, your highness..."

Amavit frowned and looked at her. She knew this person, a teacher at the academy. He forgot her specific name, but he only remembered that this female mage was good at mind magic.

"What's up?"

The woman took out a bottle of wine from behind her, shook it and said, "Can I buy your Highness a drink?"

"I don't drink, please leave if you don't have anything to do."

He has experienced a lot of this kind of shit recently, but it's the first time he has been blocked at the door.

Amavit was about to close the door, and the woman's eyes flashed with fluorescence: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, little boy, it will be very happy to drink with your sister..."

The prince felt dizzy, as if a charming voice echoed in his mind: "Let her in, close the door, and do happy things together..."

The sorceress's mental attack was very measured, and it was obvious that she did not intend to hurt Amavit. But she misjudged the other party's mental power, and the strength was a little insufficient.

Bang! A very weak Alder seal exploded on the ground. This was the fastest trick that Amavit could release in a hurry. He couldn't even lift his hands, and the telekinetic shock was directed at his feet.

The two were pushed back by the shock wave under their feet, and the mental magic was interrupted.

"Ah!" The sorceress screamed. She couldn't stand steadily in her high heels and staggered and almost fell.

The prince raised an ice arrow and shot it at the sorceress, then ducked forward.

The black slim dress and high heels were beautiful, but they did affect the battle. The sorceress staggered two steps before she stood firm. Fortunately, the wine bottle was just in front of her.

Dang, splash... The wine bottle was shattered by the ice arrow, and the rose-red wine spilled all over her.

The woman raised her hand in shock and anger to cast a spell.

Amavit was faster, burning eyes.

Marvin could use this small spell that could be cast instantly.

[Burning eyes: Because of the extremely poor low-magic environment and extremely low element activity, as well as Mr. Kornados's relatively ordinary spellcasting talent, he can only gain escape time by attacking the enemy's fragile eyeballs. The recipient's eyeballs will feel a burning sting, but there will be no actual damage. 】

"Ah!" The sorceress screamed, but she really shouldn't cover her eyes with her hands.

The next moment, she was hit hard in the abdomen, and then her legs were swept by a kick.

Bang, the sorceress hit her head on the ground and fell to the ground.

Amavit pressed the woman face down on the ground, ripped off a piece of her skirt, and tied her hands.

Swish, swish, ripped off another piece, blocked the woman's mouth, and covered her eyes.

His dormitory was not in the accommodation area. No one had come until now, and the long corridor was extremely quiet.

The prince walked through the front hall and bedroom, took a bundle of rope from the stable, patted the black horse's head to comfort it, and returned to the front door.

Regardless of the sorceress's struggle, he tied her up tightly and carried her to the front door of Losha Palace.

He was a little annoyed by the frequent harassment recently, and he had to do something to deter her.

When he carried the sorceress with bare thighs to the front door of Losha Palace, he was finally seen by others.

"Amavit, what are you doing? Ah! Fulin..."

The person who came was Cecilia, the assistant of Dean Tissa. The dean was away for the past few days, and perhaps because of this, these women became bolder.

"She used mental magic and planned to have a drink with me."

This sentence was enough to express what happened tonight. Cecilia looked helpless. She had been to Vizima several times with Dean Tissa over the years, and she was not completely ignorant of the temper of this prince.

She was now glad for the sorceress named Fulin, and was glad that Amavit was not really bad-tempered.

She could not control this matter, and could only watch...

If it were another two or three years, Amavit would not mind having a friendly match with the beautiful sorceress, but it was not possible now, and she could not be forced.

The sorceress should be glad that this was Aretuza College, otherwise, His Royal Highness would not hold back. Dead enemies are good enemies.

He hung the sorceress at the gate of Losha Palace, clapped his hands and went back to the dormitory...

As for when she would be put down, it didn't matter. The news will surely spread, and I believe those women with ulterior motives will be quiet for a while.

The next day, His Royal Highness went to class as usual, and Fulin never showed up again.

From that day on, few female students or sorceresses dared to take the initiative to talk to Amavit.

It must be said that violence is sometimes the most direct way to solve problems.

Dean Tissaya, who returned to the academy a few days later, just smiled at this and crossed Fulin's name out of the academy teachers. The matter ended just like that, leaving only a few rumors in the academy.

…

Half a month after enrollment, Amavit received 4 custom-made knives and a copy of the bear-style demon hunter advanced armor blueprint. The workmanship of the knife is not that fine, but the weight, balance and grip are all very good, and the training is enough.

Since then, His Royal Highness's daily schedule has been fixed: get up early, practice swordplay, wash and eat, go to class, have lunch, go to class or study magic, write papers or do alchemy enchantment experiments, have dinner, study magic or write papers, meditate, and sleep.

One and a half months after enrollment, Amavit submitted his promised paper to Dean Tishaya. Note ①

The paper is divided into five parts.

The first part describes the development of magic from the introduction of elves to the present.

It discusses the limitation that magic is only used to enhance personal strength in the elves due to the limitations of racial characteristics, culture and production system, and the few parts used as tools are only to satisfy the elves' pursuit of force and art.

In this part, he infinitely raised the height of magic props.

He proposed that with the increase of population and the improvement of production technology, some raw materials will become cheaper and cheaper, and with the decline of raw material prices and the advancement of production technology, the price reduction of magic props will further encourage the middle class to start using magic props.

He used the price changes of 10 kinds of raw materials and 3 kinds of magic props and magic products in Temeria within 5 years as evidence to prove that this trend has existed and will continue to exist.

In the second part, he explained that the mortalization of magic props will prompt more ordinary people to join the production process of magic props, and this process will allow mages to have more resources and say.

At the same time, this process will allow most mediocre mages to have better means of making a living and make more ordinary people tend to learn some magic knowledge.

This process will allow mages to have more say. This process will also make mages less different from ordinary people and live better in this world dominated by mortals.

In the third part, he designed a magic prop called "Magic Talker", which is only used for long-distance calls, without a set of complex and expensive telescopes.

The whole design idea is reasonable and rigorous, and some design drawings and spell models are given. Limited by the incomplete knowledge system, the entire design was not completed.

His other magic prop is called "Magic Lamp", which is based on the illumination technique and uses crystal fragments as energy. It can replace candles for lighting and can be used for a long time after one charge. The magic lamp has been made into a physical object.

In the fourth part, he analyzed the fundamental contradictions between the upper rulers of various countries and the wizards, and the fundamental contradictions between mortals and wizards.

These contradictions exist in reality and cannot be eliminated by conventional means.

He does not oppose wizards to participate in politics, but wizards should first understand what politics is and what power is. The advantages and disadvantages of power.

Those in power are the most vicious beasts in the world. It is unwise to rashly participate in politics before figuring out these issues.

He advocated that wizards throw away the word "mortal". It is ridiculous to despise mortals just because they can set off a few fireballs. Those who will be killed by mortals are not worthy of despising mortals.

In the fifth part, he divided magic users into magic scholars and combat wizards. The former specializes in research and education, and the latter specializes in combat.

As an educational institution, the college should cultivate these two types of talents according to personal wishes and actual conditions.

In his paper, he was very worried about the current security environment of the college. The college seems to be full of wizards and should be very powerful, but it is completely different.

Most of the female professors in the college have never participated in combat. Their combat skills are not as good as those of private soldiers in the army.

The academy needs to have its own defense force, including combat mages and warriors.

At the same time, magic scholars should be given a higher status to prevent combat mages from occupying high positions due to their strong power.

Education and research are the foundation. Otherwise, the academy will never make progress.

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