The Holy Roland Academy of Magic and Force was located on the west side of the Holy Roland Castle, which was the sixth largest city in the Heavenly Star Empire.
In order to reach the academy as soon as possible, little Zhang Xing walked during the day and rode Black Treasure at night, searching for food and hurrying along the way.
It would take a normal person more than half a month to ride a horse, but they only took seven days.
Of course, they didn't just travel at night. After hunting and eating their fill, they would enter the Divine Dragon Island to rest.
After transforming, Black Treasure's body had already reached a height of more than three meters. Zhang Xing had already familiarized himself with riding him for a few days, and they could already skillfully cooperate to hunt magical beasts.
A normal Dragon Whelp would need about ten years to evolve to rank three, but Black Treasure only took a few days.
At this time, he began to gradually reveal the cruel character of a Black Dragon. When hunting magical beasts, he no longer only breathed fire like before, and seemed to be more interested in tearing his prey apart.
The second characteristic was that he began to like some glowing and shiny stones, and would bring these things into his nest.
Every time Zhang Xing came in, he would stare at him with extreme vigilance, fearing that his master would snatch his treasures.
For this reason, Zhang Xing often mocked Black Treasure, saying that these broken stones were all rubbish. But the swarthy Black Treasure didn't take it seriously, and instead became more determined to look for stones everywhere.
The third characteristic was that Black Treasure always wanted to challenge more powerful magical beasts in the middle of the night, and after every battle, he would begin a long meditation.
Zhang Xing knew that Black Treasure would become more and more powerful in the days to come.
After entering the Holy Roland Castle, he inquired about the location of the Academy of Magic and Force, and soon found the place.
Looking from afar, a medieval European-style building complex was located at the westernmost part of the castle, and the scale was several times that of the famous foreign universities on Earth.
There were four soldiers guarding the entrance of the academy, and a conspicuous notice was pasted next to the small door on the left: Entrance Test Passage.
Walking through the school gate, Zhang Xing followed some young boys and girls to a square.
This was one of the test sites.
There were already some people lining up to take the test.
Zhang Xing stood at the back and waited.
The Holy Roland Academy of Magic and Force opened classes for martial artists and magic. Although it was ranked sixth in the Empire, the students who graduated from here every year would be fancied by some large families or the Emperor of the Empire. What awaited them was endless glory, splendor, and wealth.
The academy had a long history of 800 years, and countless powerful warriors and magicians had emerged from it.
He was one of the six remaining Demon Emperors of the Empire, and the vice president of the Magician's Guild, Jager, was the third dean.
He was one of the Six Great Martial Emperors, and the Vice President of the Warrior Guild, Silit, was the Vice President and the Dean of the Martial Arts Academy.
The speed of the test was very fast. Zhang Xing saw that there were five shining lights at the front. Polygonal crystal balls were placed on five brackets.
Five people would be tested at once, and all they had to do was place their hands gently on the crystal ball.
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in coarse gray clothes passed the test. A red halo appeared on the crystal ball, which meant that he had a constitution for fire magic.
This young man was obviously very excited. His face was filled with excitement as he walked towards the qualifying area while waving his fists.
If the poor people wanted to stand out, besides magic, they could practice martial arts. But becoming a magician and enjoying the respect of all parties was their dream.
Relatively speaking, martial artists were much worse. At least at the level of low-level martial artists, their roles were bodyguards, guards, thugs, or soldiers.
If they were lucky enough not to die in the Empire's army, they would certainly be able to mingle with a small leader.
Most of the people before Zhang Xing failed the test. Not only did they have to pay eight gold coins as the test fee, they also had to bear a heavy burden in their hearts. Where would they go from here in this life?!