Thief Mage

11

I silently followed the group of students out of the teaching office. They began discussing tonight's events. Their conversation revealed that today was a rare Saturday, so a few drug addicts couldn't resist and went out to gamble. Unexpectedly, they were spotted by a patrolling security guard and fled. The martial arts students, who were more physically fit, escaped, leaving only the magicians behind as cannon fodder.

But these revolutionaries were quite ethical. Even after being apprehended, they didn't reveal their comrades. They also realized I was wrongly arrested. Since I was a freshman, they couldn't bear to miss the opportunity to recruit me. They kept indoctrinating me with their organization's doctrines, beliefs, and interests, and their words were quite convincing and realistic! It was so powerful that even veteran politicians would be ashamed! I think many promising young people must be drawn to this! This is the main reason why gamblers are so prevalent in every department of the school.

As a newcomer, I definitely needed to establish a strong base with the community. I readily accepted their invitation. It was for this reason that when I mentioned my lack of accommodations for the night, they all offered me a helping hand. Their spirit of solidarity and camaraderie was perfectly embodied. Perhaps this was the beginning of a temptation for any good young person, as everyone offered to stay in their dorms. I hypocritically declined.

Finally, I happily followed them back to the dorms.

After parting ways with the others, I dejectedly followed Kate to her dorm. I figured I could learn more about the area from this senior student. After all, he'd been around for a while, so he must have some familiarity with the place.

Walking along the campus avenue, dimly lit by streetlights on both sides, the road here was surprisingly as wide as a main city thoroughfare and paved with high-quality stone slabs. It was late, and the surroundings were quiet, save for the occasional couple walking hand in hand. Kate's attention was fixed on them, and it was clear he must be a man of temperament—in this case, temperament, referring to sexuality and eroticism. I was in a state of shock, my mind a blur, as if I were in a fog. I couldn't help but stumble as I walked. I tried to stay awake, trying to change the subject and chat with him. I tried to gather my thoughts. I started to bring up a few topics, but Kate's attention was fixed on the couple walking towards us. He only casually said, "Ah, he seems a bit introverted and doesn't like to talk." What should I do? I tried to bring up a few more topics. By then, the couple had already walked away. Kate's face darkened. Oh no, it seemed I had offended him. Oh my god, I was starting to regret it. Kate's mouth slowly opened...

Instantly, the Yellow River burst its banks, the earth collapsed, the torrent of words flowed endlessly, truly earth-shattering. I really should regret bringing up such destructive language. Kate began to answer my questions. Not only did I learn what I needed to know, but I was also forcefully indoctrinated into a wealth of school gossip, all sorts of relationships, a list of the school's top ten beauties, and more.

And I was surprised to find that she could turn a simple sentence into a whole paper.

He told me about this school, the largest on the continent, the Indrui School of Magic. While still within the Ottoman Empire's territory, it was still over 400 kilometers away.

Every year, it sends talented individuals to various countries, and its student population reaches 100,000. This is primarily due to its open admissions and lack of discrimination. Anyone who can afford the annual fee of 300 spi is welcome to attend. With excellent faculty and teaching conditions, it's an excellent choice for those seeking advancement. Students from all over the world flock here every year, and many aristocrats and royal families are willing to send their children here for education, resulting in a diverse student body.

Secondly, Principal Karachirong is obsessed with the blind worship of the title "Mage," attracting countless admirers because he is the only mage who teaches magic publicly. He teaches only one class per week, and each class is held in the school's auditorium, which seats 10,000 people. Although his lectures are extremely profound and few can understand them, the auditorium is always packed, as people consider it an honor to have attended a mage's class.

Besides the main departments of Magic and Martial Arts, this school also boasts numerous other academic departments, such as Art, Languages, Music, and Economics. There are also numerous professional clubs, such as the Thieves Club, the Mercenary Club, and...

This chapter is unfinished. Please turn to the next page to continue reading... The latest chapter of Thief Mage, Chapter 11, is available at: Assassin's Club. Classes here are very flexible, and students can attend any class. There are no final or midterm exams, only semi-annual professional skills assessments, which are a necessary stage for every student.

This skill assessment is recognized worldwide and is very rigorous. Passing the assessment grants one the qualification of a mage. Mages are divided into fifteen levels. After passing the fifteenth level assessment, one can apply for the qualification of a magistrate in the magic capital of Lisbon. Mages, on the other hand, are not assessed by any institution. Simply gaining public recognition allows them to become a mage. However, gaining public recognition is not so easy; it requires considerable skill. Take the Karachi mage, for example. His single move, the World-Slaying Flame, quelled the invasion of the Xeslio Empire. It was this very move, the World-Slaying Flame, that incinerated nearly ten thousand of the Xeslio Empire's mage troops, forcing the 300,000-strong Xeslio army, deprived of their magical attack power, to retreat home.

Legend has it that this was caused by the Xeslio Empire's cavalry crushing his family's fence.

In the eyes of the world, this mage possesses an eccentric personality, both good and evil, so few people dare to provoke him. This is why students fear him. They once witnessed a student sleeping in his class lose their mobility for two weeks after he casually cast a low-level binding spell.

Of course, this also includes urinary and bowel control.

Now, back to the skill assessments. Students must reach a certain grade to attend a certain mage level. This is a school rule. A second-level mage advances to the second grade, a fourth-level mage to the third, and a sixth-level mage to the fourth. In the fourth, fifth, and sixth grades, each level assessment allows advancement to a higher grade. For example, a seventh-level mage advances to the fifth grade, and an eighth-level mage advances to the sixth grade. Because the higher the mage levels, the harder it is to pass. Passing the ninth-level mage allows students to graduate from the sixth grade. The remaining tenth to fifteenth-level assessments depend on individual cultivation.

But generally speaking, students can graduate at any time, regardless of grade. The school doesn't issue diplomas, as mage level is the most reliable indicator of ability. Simply possessing a third-level mage qualification is already highly sought after.

This was the least useful information I learned from Kate, and he continued to spout gossip. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like finding a knife and committing suicide. This school is so f*****g huge! I wondered how long it would take to reach their dorms. With a scowl on my face, I followed in agony. It was terrifying. It felt like I was back in the divine punishment...

Having already exhausted my mental energy, my consciousness gradually began to blur. I felt like I was about to die. Only the remaining consciousness controlled my body as I followed him blindly.

After crossing the vast teaching area, we finally reached Kate's dorm. The ordeal was over. Ugh~~ I was deeply moved and couldn't help but rejoice that I could still see the sun tomorrow.