this mage is dangerous

Anderson is not yet eighteen years old and possesses a super high affinity for elemental magic. He was once considered to have a magical talent no less than that of Dean Bon Congenio.

It took less than three years to be promoted to an intermediate mage. Not surprisingly, it was almost certain that he would be promoted to a high-level mage before the age of 30.

At the same time, he is one of the most competitive heirs of the Billion family. Every month, the family will give him 30,000 gold coins and various spellcasting materials for research and experiments.

On every occasion, he maintained the most appropriate etiquette and demeanor of a noble nobleman, and spent the rest of his time studying and practicing magic. The fact that he was promoted to the middle level in three years is a testament to his efforts.

In the past, he would have been able to become the president and chief of the Arcane Society.

But with the help of the Elan elves, Netheril began to grow, and more and more families emerged.

Warlocks are no longer ostracized by people, but occupy great power and status in the army.

With the development of Nether scrolls, the role of talent is no longer absolute, and wisdom is even more important!

This change also affects Giles College.

This afternoon, a small villa by the lake.

Roars echoed through Anderson's residential area.

Snap!

There is another vase fragment on the ground!

Feeling that he still couldn't relieve the depression in his heart, he kicked down the knight's armor placed next to him.

"Bastard! One or two, don't they all have advantages based on their bloodline? Without the blessing of bloodline, they are nothing. They are all mixed-blood bastards..."

"That's enough, Anderson! Stop talking and be careful with your words!"

Gerald shouted loudly.

The furious Anderson came to his senses. Although he was interrupted, he did not take his anger out on Gerrard.

He walked to the cupboard by himself, poured a large glass of wine, and poured it into his mouth.

Except for Gerrard, the people in the room were all wearing the uniforms of the law enforcement team. They looked at Anderson who was still angry and did not comfort him or say anything.

They also understand how Anderson feels.

Because their current law enforcement team may be the most useless class in Giles College.

In the past, law enforcement teams were synonymous with fear, and everyone was extremely afraid of them.

But now not only has his prestige been lost, but he has become a firefighter.

The lower grades are okay, most of them are new to magic, but the upper grades are different, they all have one or two powerful spells.

They were even better at fighting than the demolition team, often leaving ruins for the law enforcement team to clean up, and sometimes even treating the injured!

Today's law enforcement teams have directly become nannies, wiping people's butts everywhere.

The title of firefighter spread like wildfire!

The law enforcement team has become a joke.

And the culprit is Born Iolum!

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Born didn't understand the changes in the outside world, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

In his opinion, Giles College is an ivory tower.

The academic atmosphere and research highly praised by the dean and senior management promote the development of arcane civilization. After graduates come out one after another, they enter the government, military, plutocrats, etc., and they are slowly affecting Netheril.

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The age of seventeen or eighteen is when the mind is most active and the inspiration is the most. At this time, people's thinking has not yet been finalized and they have all kinds of whimsical ideas.

It was during this period that many arcane arts determined their direction, and they will continue to study them even after graduation.

Looking at the rows of notes and research materials on the bookshelf, many of the magical concepts above were invented and created in Nether's later years.

Bone put down the information in his hands. The information had been recorded by the chip and he could check it anytime he wanted.

"It was truly a brilliant era. From here alone, you can imagine the glory of the later Nether civilization."

"But it was also in this atmosphere that the arcanists slowly lost their respect for the gods, became arrogant, and headed for decline."

"If it weren't for my status as a time traveler and my ability to see through history, I might have been affected by this atmosphere and become arrogant!"

Bone sighed softly and put the information back to its original place.

"Arcana and spells seem to be the same. They are both called magic. However, there is a big gap in the understanding of magic."

"Just analyzing the spell model is a very tedious task. It is difficult to understand it thoroughly, let alone invent and create your own magic."

"The higher the level of spells, the more precise and complex their structures are! For a normal mid-level mage, it takes three or four months to learn a four-ring magic!"

This is just learning. After that, you have to practice and try continuously, and only after countless failures can you learn the spell.

During this period, just the magic materials and items used for experiments will be consumed!

And it is often accompanied by the risk of backlash if the spell fails.

During these three months, he has been recording information and enriching the chip's database.

The deduction of chips is not made up out of thin air, it requires a large amount of data to be analyzed.

Every time the spell model increases by one level, the analysis difficulty increases geometrically.

Born had a whim and wanted to use the chip to directly deduce the 4th level magic and directly promote to the mid-level arcanist, only to find that there was not enough data and the progress bar was stuck.

Seeing the level 4 spell model stuck there, I felt uncomfortable.

Ordinary information is no longer of much help to Boyne. Only extraordinary knowledge can help him.

As I spent the past two days transporting materials in the Arcane Society's research room, the progress bar began to run again.

"Ding! The data information has been increased, and the 4-level spell has been simulated 3125 times. Continue to start the deduction simulation."

"How much longer will it take?"

"Estimated remaining time is 1 year and 8167 hours."

"Nearly 2 years?"

Looking at the time progress in front of him, Bone once doubted that those great arcanists were all humanoid computers?!

It's simply too weird.

Fortunately, as information increases, time will decrease accordingly.

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College, mission hall.

There are many students of all kinds here every day, most of them are civilians.

There is a huge task board in the middle of the hall, which is covered with task lists.

Most of the tasks are to take care of flowers and plants, or to find magic materials.

Mission rewards include: points, gold coins or material resources.

The most sought-after one is definitely the laboratory assistant!

Because the academy prohibits the use of humans for human experiments, but other humanoid races are not included in this, you don't have to waste your own materials, and you can get access to different knowledge, so experimental assistants are the most sought-after tasks.

Red task sheets represent danger.

There are not many dangerous tasks, the biggest one is just to help the Seventon Police Department investigate a murder case.

But even so, Gilles College still requires everyone to complete a task before the middle of each year.

In the first year, Bo En met him not long after he entered school.

He was so frightened that he thought it was like a trial in a novel, where a group of people were put in one place and like raising poisonous insects, they would kill each other to survive and the fittest would be eliminated, and the best group of people would be selected for training.

As a result, the tasks turned out to be cleaning the outer walls of the mage tower, tidying up a certain warehouse, or mowing the lawn in a certain area.

When he saw these tasks, he instantly felt like a dog was beeping!

Isn't this just a general cleaning of the whole hospital?

Later I felt that this was actually okay.

Giles Academy is the largest mage training academy in Nether. Those who can enter are either rich or noble, and even commoners have one-in-a-million talents.

It wouldn't be such a waste if one or two people died during a mission, since these are all spellcasters.

Moreover, the students in the academy are simply a group of children. If there is any task that requires these half-grown children to sacrifice their lives to complete, then this country is not far from destruction!

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