Chapter 11

Thirty years ago, the wizard named Peter got the castle from the Duke and established vimpar College - that's all Loren got from the little wizard.

But the Duke will not give the castle to a wizard for nothing. Even a dilapidated fortress that has become ruins must pay something or some heavy price.

"The price is that vimpal college must be responsible for the whole Duke, all things related to magic, free of charge." Dalton said calmly, "mutant monsters, pagan temples, foreign wizards... Are very extensive."

"We hand over the seemingly non dangerous work to the apprentices, but the manpower is still insufficient. It is impossible for formal wizards to often leave the laboratory or study and interrupt the research to solve the problems of cattle not giving birth and villagers suffering from malaria. Moreover, most wizards are not good at fighting. Facing monsters is no different from ordinary people."

"But you are different, Lord Loren Turin." the black robed wizard stretched out his hand and pointed to the long sword behind Loren: "you are a wandering knight, trained and experienced in fighting. You won't be in a hurry when facing monsters. If something happens, you will react more quickly than apprentices."

"This is my suggestion. We can accept you as an apprentice of vimpal college, and will assign you a tutor to teach you all the knowledge that a wizard should learn - at the price that you must serve vimpal college and solve all the things we need you to solve. What do you think?"

The black wizard carried his hands behind his back and waited for Loren's reply.

But in Loren's opinion, the other party was waiting for his consent or disapproval - there was no answer at all. Although he knew that the old man was only joking, the black wizard was still shivering with disgust and the Yintang was dark. With helpless eyes, he watched the old man leave his study.

"Favorite student? It's absolutely impossible, absolutely!"