bookpub Chapter 38 1 years
Chapter 38 1 years
Time flew by faster than Fafner had imagined; in the blink of an eye, he had been at grammar school for a whole year.
Fafnir has devoted all his time to spellcasting, spiritual training, and learning the language of the spirit world.
Basic meditation, clairvoyance, water ball spell, fire ball spell, wind blade spell, aura spell, earth block spell, spiritual training (basic)...
The progress of these first-tier spells' "ledgers" has all reached (100/100).
Fafnir is already a qualified preparatory-level transcendent, at least meeting the requirements of the Holy Kingdom Academy and mastering five elemental spells as a first-level transcendent.
He recently borrowed "The Spiritual Training Manual" from the library, and Mr. Victor also provided him with guidance.
Spiritual training doesn't involve guided techniques; indeed, spiritual training is difficult.
The most basic method is to construct a complex structure that can gather or disperse spiritual threads.
In a meditative state, slowly gather the spiritual threads scattered throughout your body, then gently release them, increasing the "density" of your spirituality...
Disperse the gathered spiritual threads into a network structure while maintaining structural stability, thus training the "resilience" of the spirit...
Forcibly tearing a slit in the spiritual threads, allowing the spirituality to "leak out" from the crack, and then guiding them to recrystallize. This method of training the spiritual is the fastest, but also the riskiest…
At the opening ceremony of the new school term, Fafnir listened to Bishop Andrei's clichéd speech.
While quietly practicing "The True Story of Spiritual Training"
While Bishop Andrei was still reading the list of new students on the platform, Fafner stood at the end of the faculty and staff line.
There are more new students this year than last year, around eighty, and the number of places for students from impoverished families has increased from sixteen to twenty. The last few rows of the auditorium are filled with children wearing old robes.
It's alright, I'm an old hand at this anyway. Opening ceremonies are really boring, I might as well practice my spirituality... They won't call me to the opening ceremony anyway, I can just clap along with them, Fafnir thought.
"Fafner Beckett." Bishop Andrei suddenly called out his name, and Fafnir immediately ended his meditation and spiritual training, stepping out of the line of faculty and staff.
"Dear new students, this is Bishop Victor's gentleman usher, who will be in charge of taking care of your daily needs this semester."
"Yes." Fafnir bowed and returned to the queue.
Mr. Victor, who was sitting next to him, turned around and smiled at him, lowering his voice: "Hey, Fafnir, looks like you're going to be busy this semester."
Before Fafnir could react, Bishop Andrei had already begun his address to the parents.
……
"Little Fafnir, the work that Teacher Zero assigned you isn't actually that heavy," Mr. Victor said as he walked.
"This year there are several young new students, all children of knights and officials from various parts of Lorraine. They need someone to look after them, and of course, it's also just a show to indicate that we care about their children."
"Mr. Victor, may I ask what exactly I'm supposed to do?" Fafnir asked.
"Hmm...show them around the campus...or maybe handle some minor disputes?" Mr. Victor thought for a moment:
"Starting this semester, you won't need to mop the floor anymore, my little Fafnir. It's okay, and I know your water balloon technique is already good enough for cleaning, haha."
"By the way, we have a special guest at the school this year, Viscount Lorraine's daughter, Joël Lorraine, who just turned eight."
"Did His Excellency send her here?" Fafnir asked, somewhat puzzled. Shouldn't nobles all hire private tutors?
"Yes, they should have come last year, but the Viscountess couldn't bear to, so it was delayed for a year," Mr. Victor said.
"She just arrived yesterday, and her personal bodyguard came with her. She's also a pure-blooded elf, Cecilia."
"Mr. Victor, why do they still come to grammar school? Don't they hire private tutors?"
Mr. Victor smiled and said, "I think it's because they can't persuade my respected teacher Zero to come, and perhaps they need a grammar school diploma, since that's a prerequisite for entering the first university in the Holy Kingdom."
Let's go, it's time to see the children.
……
Five or six children of varying heights stood on the stone steps leading to the auditorium, all wearing brand-new gray school uniforms with the Grammar School badge pinned to their chests.
Behind them stood their respective parents, some dressed in knight's armor, some in respectable formal attire... and one in an overcoat embroidered with the family crest.
Parents gathered in twos and threes to chat, while the children stood to the side, some looking down at their shoes, and others secretly observing their new classmates.
Fafnir followed Mr. Victor to them, where Mr. Victor briefly introduced Fafnir's identity and responsibilities, and then pushed him forward half a step.
"Little Fafnir will show you around the campus, and you can ask him for help if you have any questions."
All the children's eyes fell on Fafnir.
Fafnir, wearing the brown raven feather priest's robe, was only slightly taller than the tallest among them, but his expression was quite calm.
"Hello everyone," Fafnir said, "My name is Fafnir Beckett."
After a few seconds of silence, a round-faced boy spoke first: "How old are you?"
"Hello, I'm about to turn nine."
"Why are you wearing a priest's robe?" another boy asked.
"I am a Level 2 Assistant Priest."
Cecilia walked over, her gaze falling on Fafnir, scanning him from head to toe. Fafnir sensed that she had activated her spiritual vision—an undisguised, scrutinizing probing.
"A Level Two Assistant Priest?" Cecilia's tone held a hint of disdain. "You're a ratman?"
"Yes," Fafnir said.
The children exchanged glances; some looked surprised, while others still didn't quite understand what it meant. Only one girl standing at the very edge didn't look at him—she was looking down.
Fafnir's gaze lingered on her for a moment; she was wearing the same gray school uniform as the other freshmen.
Joël Lorraine.
"Alright," Mr. Victor clapped his hands, "Fafner, you take them for a tour of the teaching building. I'm leaving now."
After Mr. Victor left, the children's eyes returned to Fafnir.
The round-faced boy took a step forward, introduced himself as Raymond, and asked again, "Are you really nine years old? You look shorter than me."
Fafnir didn't respond to that, but turned and walked towards the teaching building: "Follow me."
There weren't many people in the teaching building at this time, and the corridors were quiet, with only their footsteps echoing on the stone floor.
As Fafnir walked around, he explained: "The first floor has large and small classrooms where elective courses like 'Introduction to Spirituality' and general education courses like bookkeeping are held; the second floor has classrooms for required courses like literature and history..."