Thief Mage

20

Walking through the crowd, I began to look around curiously. This was my first time attending a class, and I was filled with a sense of novelty. Before I knew it, I had reached the center of the teaching area. Through the branches, I could see a huge, pale yellow, semi-circular roof. The outline of the building, peeking through the leaves, revealed its extraordinary size. Curious, I caught Jack, who was about to slip into the crowd of girls, and asked, "Comrade, what's that building that looks like half a loaf of bread?" He pointed over there.

"Oh! You mean that? That's where the Karachi Mage teaches open classes. Did you know that most mages only accept a few initiates? The Karachi Mage is the only one who teaches open classes. Think about it, a magician's classes are the dream of many people. That's why this central auditorium can accommodate at least 20,000 people. Of course, the magician doesn't teach every day, but only once every Friday. I'll take you there later and tell you! I've already been!" Jack said with a proud look.

Jack and Kate are equally skilled gossipers. They know these things as well as they know the number of their fingers. Actually, I've heard Kate tell me everything he said.

"Ah! Jack, look! What's that pointed building over there?" I shook Jack in surprise.

"Hey, hey! That's the world's largest magic library, home to the magical books known as the world's best. Look at that pointed roof! It was designed by world-class architect Master Tumelier. Pretty cool, isn't it!" Jack exclaimed excitedly.

"Wow! So impressive!"

"Look, look, that house over there is made of black stone!" I exclaimed again.

"You mean those black houses? Those are magic labs. They're built by the school's School of Magic. Ordinary stone can't withstand magical explosions, so they're built with black magic-detecting stone, didn't you know? The school's School of Magic is internationally renowned!"

"Wow! So these little black houses have such a profound history!"

After walking for a while, I exclaimed again, "Jack, look at that house next to it. It's so strange! It has no windows. It must be researching something confidential!"

"Sorry, Comrade Richie," Jack said sternly. "I just wanted to tell you..."

"Those are toilets!"

Little Glasses and the others burst out laughing, and I could only giggle awkwardly.

As I asked questions, I unknowingly followed Jack and the others down a small alley. At the end of the alley was a row of dilapidated toilets!

"Jack, why are these toilets built here? It seems few people pass by!"

Jack's face fell, and he said expressionlessly, "That's our classroom!"

It seemed like we arrived just in time. This classroom, which could hold over a hundred people, was already nearly full. It seemed quite a few were just beginning their magic studies.

Following Jack and the others into the classroom through the back door, we immediately felt the buzzing atmosphere. A sea of ​​heads surged in. The pre-class noise seemed inevitable, as students worked hard to vent their inner turmoil in anticipation of the upcoming endurance training. Since we entered through the back door, few people were aware of our presence. The numerous windows surrounded the classroom, so the light was unusually dim, reflecting off the wall of the podium. Of course, there was a large blackboard. The classroom was neatly arranged with about seventy desks, each capable of seating two people. Most of them were already occupied, and the remaining empty seats were scattered. There was no way to sit together, so everyone dispersed.

Because it was so noisy, Jack yelled at me, "Rich! Come sit up front with me!"

The front wasn't an option, and I wasn't there specifically to attend the lecture, so I pointed to the back and loudly refused, "No, no, I'll sit back there!"

Seeing I wasn't interested, Jack sat alone up front, where he could easily hear the lecture. I, on the other hand, had my eye on a prime feng shui spot. The side windows on the back wall let in a cool breeze, and it was right in the back, hehe! What a perfect place to sleep!

I walked over. The table was covered in a thin layer of dust, judging by the thickness. No one had sat there in a few days. I blew the dust off the chair, moved it a little further, and sat down. Looking at the dust on the table, I couldn't help but frown.

This chapter is not yet finished. Please turn to the next page to continue reading... The latest chapter of Thief Mage, Chapter 20, is available at: I rolled up my sleeves and began wiping. As I was wiping, I noticed one or two girls turning to look at me and smiling. Wow! Handsome guys stand out wherever they go. Being handsome isn't a sin. This sense of pride made me feel elated.

At that moment, the girl turned around and whispered to the girl next to her, "Hehe! Look, that's the magic i***t who fainted just from casting a fireball, you know? I heard he was even in the psychiatric department!"

The girl next to me exclaimed in sudden realization, "I heard he was assigned to our class! He looked so respectable, I never thought he was actually..."

I was speechless!

Then many people turned their heads and smiled. Of course, I knew what those smiles meant. Under these surprised looks, I forced myself to wait for class.

I hadn't expected rumors like these to spread so quickly, and I didn't bother to pay attention. I waited quietly, feeling a slight sense of fatigue creeping in, and it was about to spread! It's so tiring to feel tired shortly after waking up. I guess the mental damage is starting to take effect. Just as I was lost in thought, the noise in the classroom suddenly died down. Sensing something unusual about them, I looked up ahead. It was an elderly professor who had entered the classroom. I studied him. He looked rather frail, his hair graying, and he wore glasses. His face was stern and sullen. Overall, it was hard to imagine him smiling. Jack and the others said that senior professors at school generally looked like this.

Beginning magic is a crucial stage in one's introduction to magic. Without understanding magic, it's dangerous to stray into the wrong path. Therefore, introductory courses are usually taught by experienced and capable professors. This must have been a senior professor.

But what captivated me in class was the girls, all dressed up and brimming with youthful energy. Innocent young girls are always a man's constant pursuit.

The old professor had already stepped onto the podium. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a deadpan, emotionless voice, "Okay! Class is starting, students. Turn to the Water Element chapter. Today we'll be teaching the basics of Water Magic!" The classroom suddenly filled with the sound of flipping pages.

Water Element? The mere mention of that word filled me with a sense of fascination. The old professor began to talk incessantly. It was my first class, so I paid close attention and listened until my head was completely confused. Oh, forget it, I started to turn my attention to the girls.