I Can Bind The Legendary Archmage To Train For Me! Chapter 8
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"Alright, the process is over, Karl. Congratulations on becoming a freshman at the Holy Vestige Magic Academy."
Gargado put away one of the contracts and smiled. Then, she asked curiously, "Karl, can you tell me why you chose the Holy Vestige Magic Academy?"
From her point of view, Karl had such a strong disposition despite his young age.
It didn't seem like he was tempted by material things.
However, she could not think of any other reasons.
Karl thought for a moment and said, "Because the Holy Vestige Magic Academy has many quests."
He did some research in between his cultivation the previous night.
There were more quests at the Holy Vestige Magic Academy compared to the other three Magic Academies. Most of the quests were related to magical beasts.
"I see."
Gargado nodded.
She already knew Karl before she came. His parents were killed by magical beasts.
He probably wanted to kill as many magical beasts as possible to avenge his parents.
Gargado left a magic communication stone and said to Karl, "Before you officially report, I can be considered your teacher. So, you can communicate with me if you have any questions."
"I still have to go to other schools. See you at the Holy Vestige Magic Academy."
"See you at the Academy."
Karl responded.
After Gargado left.
Karl pondered for a moment.
Now that he had become a student of the Magic Academy, there was no point in staying at Violet High School anymore.
He already had plans in the following period of time.
"This is your mage badge."
After the teachers of the four magic academies left, Rayne took out a badge and handed it to Karl.
On the badge was information about Karl's magical talent and his rank.
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With this badge, Karl was qualified to leave the city and use magic openly.
"Thank you, Headmaster."
Karl thanked him politely and asked, "Headmaster, do you have any pictures of magical beasts here?"
"Yes."
Rayne: "Are you going out of the city to fight the magical beasts?"
As he spoke, he came to the bookshelf beside him and pulled out a book from the top shelf.
Karl had no intention of hiding his purpose. He said, "Yes."
Sharing others' cultivation experience could increase his rank.
It would be terrible if he were to only raise his rank without any combat experience.
He might not even be able to defeat a mage of the same rank.
And combat experience was not something that others could give him.
He could only slowly accumulate it through fighting.
Rayne handed a book to him without asking more.
Karl said goodbye after taking the book on magical beasts.
After he left the headmaster's office, Karl did not return to his class.
Instead, he left Violet High School and walked a long way down the street.
He arrived at a square.
There was a tall platform in the middle of the square. Around the platform were soldiers wearing armor and holding long sabers.
On the high platform was a small magic teleportation array.
…
The city which Violet High School was in was called Rost City.
The population was close to ten million, and the city covered an area of ten thousand square kilometers.
This city was too big.
If they were riding horses, Karl would probably have to ride until evening to get out of the city.
Therefore, he could only get help from the magic teleportation array.
Magic teleportation arrays existed in every country on the Magic Continent.
The magic teleportation array was divided into small-scale teleportation arrays and large-scale teleportation arrays.
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Small-scale magic teleportation arrays could only be used within the city, but large-scale magic teleportation arrays covered far distances.
They could be used to teleport between cities, or between countries.
However, large-scale magic teleportation arrays would only be set up between countries which had good relationships with each other.
In the city of Rost City, there were more than a hundred small-scale magic teleportation arrays.
Ordinary people would have to spend bronze coins to reach other places in the city through the magic teleportation array.
The further the teleportation distance, the more bronze coins it would cost.
As for mages, they had special privileges and could teleport for free.
"Sir, where are you teleporting to?"
An armored soldier asked Karl as he came to the base of the platform.
"South gate."
Karl replied.
The soldier nodded and held his hand out to Carl. "Ten bronze coins," he said.
Karl took out his mage badge from his sleeve. The soldier looked at it and immediately became extremely respectful.
"Oh, Honorable Mage, you don't have to pay to use the teleportation array. Please stand on the teleportation array."
Becoming a magus was everyone's dream on the continent.
Yet it was not something most people could achieve.
Soldiers were naturally ordinary people.
When an ordinary person encountered a mage, they would subconsciously become respectful.
Not to mention, this soldier had encountered a mage with elite magical talent.
What did it mean to be gifted in magic?
As long as he did not die prematurely, he could become the most powerful existence on the Magic Continent.
He would become a Magi, an Archmagi, or even…
A Legendary Archmage!
Karl came to the magic teleportation array.
This small magic transmission array was circular and about three meters in diameter.
There were patterns carved on the array. Before, Karl didn't understand them. He thought they were just for decoration.
Now, he knew that the patterns were where magic gathered, for the purpose of communicating with the destination of the teleportation to achieve its effect.
"Honorable Mage, I'm about to send you to the south gate."
The soldier's respectful voice sounded once again as . Then, activated the teleportation array.
The moment the magic teleportation array was activated, dazzling blue light emitted from the patterns and engulfed Karl's figure.
When the magical array returned to normal, Karl had disappeared.
Seeing this, the soldier who had activated the magical array let out a long sigh and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
A soldier not far away laughed and said, "Adelade, it's not like you haven't seen a mage before. Why are you so scared?"
The soldier named Adelade said, "The magical talent he has is elite."
"Elite magical talent!"
All the soldiers were shocked. They naturally understood what elite magical talent represented.
"I even reached out my hand to ask him for bronze coins. Did I offend him…"
Adelade looked at the magic teleportation array and muttered.
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