《Races: Online ( VR Smartphone App)》Chapter 63: Your Desired Class
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Different teachers. Different methods.
It made sense.
The Kraelonia Academy was known for its diverse and well rounded [ Professors ] that all came from various backgrounds. Each one offered their own experiences, skills and talents to bring about one of the most premier learning institutions across the entire realm. One was a renowned mage that swept the tides in a decisive battle during the [ King's Campaign ], another was a famed adventurer that took a break from defeating monsters and exploring dungeons to instill their learnings to a new generation.
One came from one of the prestigious Magical Societies to share their love for knowledge; and yet another noble person decided to step down from their Holy Order and ensure that the next youths were to be taught properly. Some were less known but had great contributions and there were others who lurked in the shadows, unseen but running things from the background.
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Han was seated in front of the class with his peers, listening attentively to their teacher. Except for that stick drawing earlier, they were enraptured as the lecture turned even more precise on [ Classes ] and their nature.
Timothy Cook found himself at the back of the class and had been dazing out from the sheer amount of topics that were being discussed. It racked his poor brain. His teacher was discussing something that he didn't want to grasp at the moment.
The two of them were separated and in each of their classrooms, but the two of them shared the same desire. One of them already had their own share of knowledge thanks to countless media absorbed in another life. Another only had their learnings from faded and thatched pages woven in loose-thread books in their village.
And the teachers themselves were quite different. One was a young man in his early twenties, they could have probably been one of the older students in the academy, but the confidence in their voice and relaxed manner as they lectured told anybody in the room that the man knew exactly what they were talking about. [ Professor ] Owen was what others may have called a peerless genius.
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The other [ Professor ] was [ Wizard ] Lavelda. She wore a robe that befitted what Han Jing saw as a wizard, long robes that trailed along the ground and accumulated dust as they peered through book after book in the library, wiping off the smoot off their spectacles as they perused for scholarly tomes and spellbooks. And she also carried about a big white staff with a white-pearl like orb. They tended to go about asking young men and women to touch it.
Different [ Professors ], different learners, and different locations. But the lessons taught and learned were mostly the same. Because although one tackled more about [ Classes ] and the other differentiated and dissected the Houses of Magic, it all boiled down to one thing that each of the learners sought after.
Power.
. . .
At last, the class was slowly coming to its end and [ Professor ] Owen was eager to get his break after this session had ended. He took a break from writing down all the basic [ Class ] that one could get and glanced at his students. There happened to be a new face among the crowd of people, and though he normally wouldn't have cared—they were all to be treated equally by him. He had heard the news of how the new arrivals had upturned their [ Headmaster ] when they had been dropped off by a certain close friend of the older man.
And even he had briefly watched the Test Trial that occurred yesterday.
"It seems we have a new student among us?"
The young man in front of him looked nothing spectacular, they were probably from one of the backwater villages within the kingdom of Yegarian. They had dark hair, green eyes and a somewhat average build and height. If they had been within a crowd, they could be simply passed over as one glanced around.
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And yet they stood up and bowed his head once, "My name is Han, [ Professor ] Liddell." Their answer was short, polite and precise. They at least had their manners but that was simply but one of the things that he noticed. One could already take note of the lack of a family name, which probably meant a lack of a family—the recent war brought about orphans. Their voice didn't hold any tinge of sadness nor longing; they must have lost their parents at a young age or had left his family.
Simple speculation and a little deduction on his part.
"Indeed, welcome to Kraelonia Academy, I hope that the classes will help you achieve your goals." He briefly nodded his head. Perhaps this was too much attention but his lecture had already ended. "I think that shall be all for today, I'll see you guys for our next class."
Those were the magic words for all of them to leave now.
Except this Han would quickly approach him instead of going away with his friends, the young man cleared their throat, "Ah excuse me, [ Professor ] Liddell?"
He raised a brow at them, "Yes?"
"Your class tackles about [ Class Advancement ] but I haven't exactly gotten a [ Class ] besides my [ Peasant ] and [ Student ] Class, so if you had any word of advice on what I should do?"
Well, that only meant he had one thing to do—if this student was asking for help, he had to at least offer some assistance and so [ Professor ] Owen Liddell silently performed a [ Skill ]:
[ Observe ]
And it was there that he saw things that he probably shouldn't have seen.
. . .
"What do you say, shall you stay for awhile and let's have a one-on-one session on your possible options, Timothy?"
[ Professor ] Lavelda had finished her class for the most part, some of her students were already leaving the room. She took the chance and approached the new student, Timothy Cook with the results from her rudimentary testing via their mana levels.
"Um...I think I have the next class to worry about, [ Professor ] Lavelda." The young man replied while scratching their cheek and averting their gaze. Now she really hadn't been lying about approaching each one of her students to help and advice them on their possible [ Class ], [ Skill ] and House of Magic specializations—as a [ Professor ] she believed that giving each one a certain amount of devoted attention would help their potential.
However this was really more than just 'some' attention.
Ever since she had seen the young man's performance during the Test Trial… she saw a spark within them. Withstanding the fact that they had used a non-combat [ Skill ] to their advantage, the results of the mana pool test was simply exemplary for someone that had come from a small village without any education.
And so, [ Professor ] Lavelda stared down at the young man with dark hair and onyx eyes and mustered her best smile, "It'll really be quick, don't you want to know what to study and focus on so you can get a [ Class Consolidation ]? I'll support you! If you could list me your [ Class ] and [ Skills ] then we'll surely come up with something!"
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