Chapter 3. Nobility and commoners. Brock's Ways to Make Money
Guton Academy of Wizards.
The ninth grade of the first year of school.
Brock entered the classroom.
At that time, most of his classmates had already come.
Like the students in his previous life, these young students of the wizard, breaking into groups of two or three people, discussed their interesting stories, radiating the atmosphere of the campus.
At first glance, however, it became clear that students in the front rows played only with students in the front rows, and students in the back rows played only with students in the back rows, as if there was a natural gulf between them.
As one of the top ten magic academies in the Kingdom of Sangha, the Guton Magic Academy had a large student population.
There were more than a thousand first-year students alone.
Among these thousands, there were many descendants of true wizards or nobles with good abilities.
They were not short of resources, and at a young age they became students of the wizard.
The students sitting in the front row were real geniuses.
Brock didn't stop and headed to the back row.
'Brock, here,' Chester waved to Brock from afar.
Brock smiled slightly and sat next to Chester.
Listening to Chester's chatter next to him, Brock read a book.
It's nine o'clock in the morning.
The voice of Chatty Bird, which seemed to pierce the eardrums, reverberated throughout the academy.
Anburo's teacher, who was in charge of spell theory, slowly entered the classroom, leaning on his staff.
Today, we will discuss the basic schemes of wind spells.
Teacher Anburo was an elderly man in his fifties, determined in his actions, not wasting too much words; he took the podium and immediately began teaching.
'The main characteristics of the wind element are invisibility and lightness.'
'Based on this, various basic spell patterns such as flow, penetration, and diffusion can be derived.'
For example, the basic wind attribute spell patterns of a diffusion series are often combined with poison-fire spells to expand their attack range
Teacher Anburo took a piece of chalk and carefully drew various diagrams of the main spells of wind attributes on the board after analyzing them.
The whole process was pure substance.
The theory of drought, combined with the hypnotic voice of Teacher Anburo, made the young Wizard's Apprentice sleepy.
Even most noble geniuses in the front row were mostly inattentive.
Chester's attention has long been distracted.
However, Brock did not find it boring and quickly took notes.
Yesterday, while practicing the Dust Removal Spell, Brock understood differently the basic theories taught by Teacher Anburo, and his thinking and outlook expanded accordingly.
Except for a few breaks between them.
It's been all morning in this atmosphere.
Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
Again, the voice of Chatty Bird rang out.
'Okay, class is free. Don't forget to do today's homework.
Anburo's teacher never worked overtime; hearing the call by the end of class, he turned and walked out, being first out of class.
Many front-row students did not leave, but waited for the teacher, then took out their homework notebooks one by one and put them in front of Brock.
'Brock, please, for the same price.'
'Remember, don't repeat the answers of others.'
Thank you, Brock.
When the wizard's noble young students arranged their homework notebooks, they also deliberately gave thirty kinnars; some of them were polite to Brock, while others simply put them down and left.
Brock collected these homework notebooks one by one.
Chester, standing next to him, helped Brock organize them and said enviously:
You make a fortune by raising so much money at once.
No choice, you have to eat, right?
Brock smiled and shook his head.
Helping the wizard's noble young students with homework was one of the few ways for Brock to make money.
However, such good things do not happen every day.
On average, Brock could make about 18 silver bucks a month from it.
Compared to ordinary people in the Emerald City, this was considered a decent and high-paying job.
All that can be said is that young noble gentlemen spent money carefree and earned it easily.
After removing the homework notebooks, Brock first returned to the dorm with Chester to clean up their belongings, and then they went to the dining room for lunch together.
The dining room of the Guton Academy of Wizards was divided into three floors.
The third floor was exclusively for teachers.
On the second floor there was a paid dining room, where they fed better, including, as reported, special dishes from the meat of monsters and magical potions, but the prices there were high, so it was jokingly called the noble dining room.
Admission to the lower floor was free, subject to tuition fees; everyone could eat there.
'Tsk, tsk, I wonder what the food on the second floor tastes like.'
Chester rubbed his stomach, watching with envy as the noblely dressed young apprentice of the wizard climbed to the second floor.
Brock glanced at him, knowing Chester's envy perfectly.
Wizards were not magicians in the traditional sense of the word: to deal with spontaneous pollution, the physical body was as important as the magical force.
For this reason, many powerful wizards even modified their bodies without hesitation to become either human or ghost.
And improving the physical body required not only special pedigree and breathing techniques, but also benefited greatly from diet, potions, and other aspects.
Simply put, the magician's students, who ate well and had a strong physical body, naturally grew faster than others.
Brock looked away and continued to talk to Chester as he stood in line.
After finishing the meal, Brock returned to his bedroom and started his homework.
Teacher Anburo's homework was to combine the basic spell patterns of the wind element, draw them, and explain the ideas of combination.
This was an open question; given the level of first-year students and their understanding of spells, they could not provide very meaningful answers, so essentially any answer would be acceptable.
But excessive ingenuity will undoubtedly lead to very low valuations.
The wizard's noble young students were willing to pay Brock, naturally wanting higher scores.
The homework results were linked to their usual grades, directly affecting whether they could receive scholarships and become a point of pride for their parents.
Brock took a pen and thought.
The difficulty of the task was whether the connections between the spell chains were properly executed.
Brock soon had an idea.
Basic spell schemes, such as compression + flow + movement, can create spell effects similar to the air cannon effect.
Brock's blueprint for this magical scheme came to life on paper.
At first glance, it looked quite impressive.
But Brock himself knew there were a lot of mistakes.
Creating spells was not as easy as it seemed.
But that was enough for the first year.
At this stage, it was not about who could succeed, but about imagination and who would make fewer mistakes.
After completing one task, Brock immediately set about the second.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
A thick stack of notebooks with homework.
Brock has already completed most of them.
As the daytime classes approached, Brock cleaned up and returned to the classroom.
There was a story of wizards in class during the day.
In fact, this activity can be seen as a storytelling session.
Even a slacker like Chester listened with great interest.
Historically, powerful wizards, who left behind epic legends, filled the wizards" young students with longing.
When the voice of Chatty Bird came out.
After the teacher announced that the classroom was dissolved.
Chester couldn't help but say, 'How cool! The legendary wizard of Angru! I'm going to kill dragons too!'
Brock was surprised by Chester's boast.
Thoroughbred dragons were at least the sixth level of strength, and the entire Sangha Kingdom combined could not defeat one of them.
After lunch with Chester in the dining room, Brock returned to the dorm. He didn't keep doing his homework or reading, but instead took out his savings.
For six months, he wrote homework for the wizard's noble young students, and when Marquis Mark was still alive, he gave Brock 10 silver bucks each month for living expenses.
Brock has now saved about 126 silver bucks.
Brock reluctantly took out 100 silver bunks, equal to 1 golden bun, as well as the Blue Star grass fruits harvested yesterday, and headed to the small market of the Guton Academy of Wizards.
This time, he planned to buy more seeds for the magic potion and try to develop a code of magic potions.