Chapter 436

Golovin Royal wizard academy, central auditorium.

In the small lecture hall, there were more than 200 wizard apprentices in uniform, frowning and silent.

"I still don't think it's a good idea to let Isaac give a speech." looking at the dark place in front of me, Ayn, lying beside Loren's ear, lowered his voice and whispered, looking at the dark heads with some fear.

Although the gray Sal has been describing how enthusiastic their college is, he didn't expect it to be this "enthusiastic" way.

"It's all here. Do you think you can stop him?" the black haired wizard with his mouth tilted and sighed shook his head helplessly, and his eyes kept sweeping around the crowd.

At the other end of the lecture hall, Isaac Grantham, who had changed into a wizard's robe, was energetic, with fierce eyes, gnashing teeth and twitching corners of his mouth. He was completely ready to eat people.

"What's more, it might be helpful for us to let Isaac make such a fuss."

"Alas?"

The confused little wizard looked at Loren with deep meaning in his eyes and tilted his head; On the other hand, the grey pupil boy vaguely understood something and glanced at the apprentices sitting under the stage.

Yes, in order to win over the Royal College of witches and wizards, Loren must show kindness to each other as much as possible... However, showing is not equal to showing weakness, or even on the contrary. The more this time, the more he wants the other party to see the strength of his side.

Otherwise, what makes the other party think it is necessary to form an alliance with itself?

"Good afternoon, everyone of the 'Royal' wizard college in Golovin. I'm Isaac Grantham, the wizard of the mystics of the nine awn wizard Tower!"

Just when the little wizard was still scared, Isaac with a "smile" appeared on the stage and looked at the dark head under the stage with the most "kind" eyes:

"Seeing you, I can't help but recall that when I first entered the college, I also selected my future learning goals under the guidance of my tutor."

"Of course, I was only six years old that year... Even if I deliberately delayed becoming a wizard, my achievements were beyond the reach of all of you here - not to mention that many of you are older than me and still walk around with the name of 'apprentice'!"

Looking at Isaac with a more and more "ferocious" smile on his face, even the planned black haired wizard couldn't help but "Deng" in his heart.

I hope... Nothing will happen.

"I believe that when you became apprentices, your tutors told you that you will be able to make achievements and make great contributions to the study of emptiness in the future..."

"Believe me, those are all fooling you!"

The expressionless Loren and the little wizard slapped each other in the face almost at the same time.

It's not possible, but something will happen!

"Next is the question and answer time. Do you have any questions?"

The apprentices looked at each other, and the whole lecture hall was silent.

"Ah... Of course not." Isaac shrugged as he should, and sighed:

"I'm really sad for the future of the imperial wizard; now if you have no opinion, I'll..."

"Wait a minute!"

Before the swaggering Isaac could step down, a cold faced apprentice suddenly stood up and interrupted him:

"Sir Isaac Grantham, I have something to say!"

"Apprentice, sit down!" the nervous gray Sal immediately came forward and scolded: "Isaac Grantham is our guest. Your attitude..."

"Is his attitude appropriate, mentor gray Sal?!" the apprentice in black suddenly turned back and looked reluctantly at the "arrogant" on the podium:

"What's more, you just allowed us to ask questions... Didn't you?"

The dark haired wizard, who remained silent, raised his eyebrows and looked at the wizard apprentice who was about the same age as Lucian in surprise; The little wizard who had been worried was in a dilemma and looked at the two people who were facing each other.

Isaac looked indifferent: "yes, I said... Just ask if you have anything.

Feeling the eyes from around, the sweating apprentice breathed a sigh of relief: "you are a wizard specializing in mystics. If you guessed correctly, you seem to despise alchemy... Can you tell us why?"

"No, no, no, you understand wrong. I absolutely don't despise alchemy." Isaac shook his head, hung his eyes and looked at the apprentice with a villain's face:

"I just feel very sorry for the wizards who have congenital intellectual defects and have to engage in this industry; and I think very clearly that the vast majority of wizards engaged in alchemy can not be called 'wizards'...' despise 'is based on the analogy at the same level, but alchemy and mysticism are completely incomparable!"

"What nonsense!"

The calm apprentice clenched his fist tightly: "compared with the mystical wizard who only knows theory, the alchemist should be the one who contributes more to the wizard world!"

"Apprentice!" gray Sal yelled, glancing at the dark haired wizard behind him. His eyes were extremely nervous.

"Without us, without the hard work of countless predecessors in the past 300 years, and without the efforts of alchemists who are really willing to work diligently, the wizard class would never have its current status!"

"You say we have no comparability? Yes, there is no comparability... But that is also mysticism and alchemy - if you want to see the achievements of alchemy, you can see it with your own eyes!"

"Mint, architecture, pharmacy, metallurgy... In almost every line and industry of the imperial capital, we can see the hard-working, bleeding and sweating alchemists who are actually changing the empire with their wisdom and efforts. Isn't this an achievement?"

"Taking every step steadily and doing something that can really help others and make your life rich with what you see in front of you is not better than curling up in the tower and studying those dangerous and useless knowledge all day?"

The apprentice with dry mouth and hoarse throat ignored gray Sal's eyes behind him and looked at Isaac on the stage:

"I know you are a genius wizard from the nine pointed star wizard tower. You despise us vulgar people..."

"But please also see this fact clearly: it is our alchemists who can really represent the whole wizard world and have always existed as the mainstay in the 300 years since its establishment!"

The voice gradually subsided, and there was a dead silence in the whole lecture hall. Only the wizard apprentice still showed no weakness and looked at Isaac on the stage. He didn't mean to shrink back at all.

The middle-aged wizard under the stage was so nervous that his cheeks were twitching. Obviously, this situation was completely unexpected and not arranged in advance.

"Help others, help yourself, and earn money that can make the family live a rich life..." Isaac suddenly calmed down, and his voice became different:

"Is this... The wizard in your eyes?"

"Isn't it?!" Apprentice silk showed no weakness.

"Of course not! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!"

Isaac's expression was so serious that his sharp voice suddenly sounded very powerful:

"Wizards... Are definitely not in this world for such stupid reasons!"

"If you want to build a house, it's good to have an architect; if you want ironware, it's good to have a blacksmith; if you want bread, it's good to have farmers who are willing to work hard to farm."

"What do you want a wizard to do?!"

"Listen to me, because I didn't intend to say this... You big potatoes with no brains and intelligence comparable to pigeons, filled with paste from head to foot!"

"The identity of a wizard is not as simple as you think!"

"Let the impossible become possible, let the secrets in the world no longer be secrets, and give value to everything - what you despise in your eyes can't help you become rich, find a job, bend your knees and flatter in front of nobles and churches in exchange for 'wisdom' of money and status, which is the meaning of our existence and our dignity!"

"Understand, you big potatoes with water in your head!!!!!"