Chapter 201

Astor High School of witchcraft and Wizardry is located in the east of the city of triestan, which is closer to the center of the city than this paper review institution.

The school was established 50 years ago, when Sir isaris Alberton came to the fore. As the first country to be independent from the ancient magic Empire, the kingdom of Astor kept good contact with the mages. Therefore, it took this opportunity to establish the Astor high level Academy of magic.

The school's predecessor was a Wangli college, which only recruited noble children. But after it was changed into a magic college, it began to recruit all kinds of low-level mages regardless of their origin.

Here, students do not distinguish between factions. They are free to choose the courses they want to study. As long as they pay tuition fees and complete the examination according to the regulations, they can get certain credits.

If you want to get a diploma, there are two conditions. The first is to complete enough credits within three years. The second is to publish your thesis in an academic journal with a grade above three.

The first condition is not difficult. As long as you don't take some particularly difficult courses, most people can complete them. If you can't, you can spend more money on other courses.

The second condition is really difficult. According to the investigation after Lena contacted with Sur, although the third level journal is a small Journal of the standard of "monthly alchemist Griffin", it is not so simple for the lower level mage's paper to be published in a regular academic journal.

The vast majority of people have to start to prepare their own papers when they first enter the college, so that they can successfully complete the research and publish it within three years.

Lena sat in the carriage, and the mages outside the paper review committee were still waiting for the opportunity, but mostly in vain.

The scenery outside the window is constantly flowing. The trestan river is built along the river. The wide trestan river runs through the whole city from west to East. The carriage also walks on the road by the river. It can see the setting sun, the sparkling lake and some leaping fish.

The night breeze from the lake brings some cool, which dispels the heat of the city. Lena puts down the curtain and turns to the car.

This carriage is not a cheap rental carriage that can be seen everywhere, but a private carriage belonging to pasiwar. It is spacious and can accommodate six people. The interior decoration of the carriage is also very exquisite. At first glance, it looks like a noble car.

The development of Tristan is much earlier than that of a border town such as prest. Especially along the periphery of the Tristan River, the road has been paved long ago. The carriage with the latest shock absorption wheels can hardly feel the vibration when driving on the wide road.

Percival sat opposite lainer, leaning against the left window. He opened the curtain and looked at the book in his hand in the afterglow of the setting sun. It was a book about elemental magic written by Sir Sally Newington of storm Council. Lainer had seen it in the library before.

"That's a book about electromagnetic fields."

"The atmosphere in the car is a bit awkward," Reiner asked. "It's better to find a topic than to be silent.".

"Yes, the theories of Sir Sally Newington and Sir Clark Holland are too profound, especially the four equations. Although they seem simple, they are still too difficult to fully understand at my current level."

Pasiwar bookmarked the place he read, then closed the book, sighing helplessly.

"I used to be a law student, but now I don't know enough about mathematics."

"A lot of mages think that mathematics doesn't matter, but maybe it's these things that limit people's growth."

Lena murmured to himself, making pasiwar pick his eyebrows.

"Here we are."

He looked at a house not far away, in the villa area, and did not follow Lena's words.

When they got out of the carriage, the street lights were on one after another. The dim yellow light dragged people's shadow for a long time. This should be the residence of the teachers of Astor High School of witchcraft and Wizardry. Smoke had been curling up in many rooms. When Lena entered the yard, he saw the carefully managed garden.

On one side of the lawn There is a dog kennel, in which lies a sleeping golden dog. On the bowl in front of it, the word "Parker" is written, which seems to be the name of the dog.

As pasiwar pushed the door open and walked into the room, Lena immediately felt a burst of coolness, which was the comfort brought by the temperature regulating array.

Then Lena smelled a wonderful smell.

Some sweet and sour, with a little cream flavor, this is a food flavor that Lena has never smelled.

"Ah, you're back, eh, who is this?"

A head emerged from the kitchen, and a woman with brown hair looked at Lena, her eyes slightly wide open.

She has long hair and a beige apron. She looks very young. Even in the crowd, it is not easy to be ignored.

"This is our new colleague, Lena. Let's familiarize him with the surrounding environment today and come back for dinner by the way. Is that ok?"Pasiwar's tone has a certain sense of temptation, it seems that in this family, his status is far inferior to his wife.

Another hen pecked husband.

Lena sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Sure, go wash it... Ah, wait a minute."

Halfway through, pasiwar's wife suddenly raised her left hand. She could see that she was holding a chronograph in her hand and making a ticking sound.

Without the following, she immediately turned around, picked up the long spoon in front of the stove, put it into the pot and began to stir.

However, her agitation is not uniform, but in front of the pocket watch, every once in a while to stir.

"Wash your hands quickly, you two. Other dishes... Wait a minute."

With that, pasiwar's wife interrupted the conversation again, stirring the spoon in her hand again.

"... the other dishes are ready, in two minutes... And so on."

The spoon stirred again, and the hot gas in the pot rose with the agitation and diffused to the corridor.

"... we can have dinner. Ah, Percival, you go to the cupboard... Just a moment."

The spoon moved again, and Percival's wife continued, staring at the chronograph.

"... it's hard for you to get an extra set of tableware from the cupboard."

After intermittently explaining, pasiwar's wife focused on stirring the soup in the pot.

"I see, Lisa."

Pasiwar was not displeased by his wife's strange behavior. Instead, he agreed in a very gentle voice, and then pointed out the way to Lena.

"Lena, the restaurant is just in the corridor and turn left. You can go there first and wait for a moment."

"Good, good."

Lena nodded and took another look at pasiwar's wife, who was immersed in cooking.

He began to worry about the dinner.

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