After Zhang Xing thanked him for his seat, he thought for a moment and said, "I can't guess, but it's definitely not about fighting."
Jag nodded approvingly. "Why not about fighting?
The academy has strict rules, and serious violations will result in expulsion. "
"The Headmaster is busy with work. He wouldn't reprimand me personally over such a small matter.
"Otherwise, what's the point of having those instructors, grade directors, and vice-headmasters?
"The Headmaster must have called me here because of something related to the academy.
"And I'm just a student of the beginner class. The only thing I can contribute to the academy is the magic knowledge imparted by the instructors. If I'm not wrong, it should be something like a competition."
Uh!
Headmaster Jager was dumbfounded.
Could there be a Tree of Wisdom in this kid's head?
His analysis was clear and logical, with clear priorities. He was using the method of putting himself in Jag's shoes to find the root of the problem.
He was truly a rare talent that only appears once in a hundred years!
He could be of great use!
"Mm, not bad, not bad. You guessed right."
Jag stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.
"The triennial magic competition of the six academies will be held at the end of the year.
There's still more than a month to prepare. I want you to represent the beginner class and spar with the other five academies. "
Jag emphasized the word "spar", as if there was a hidden meaning behind it.
"Headmaster, is it a magic competition?" Zhang Xing asked.
"Yes, all three grades will compete in magic."
"The rules are beginner against beginner, advanced against advanced, but you can also challenge, low against high, or high against low."
Jag explained briefly and then stopped. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, clearly thinking of something.
Zhang Xing thought for a moment and thought to himself, This rule is a bit chaotic. Won't the beginner and intermediate students be beaten up by the advanced students?
"But since the six academies made this seemingly unreasonable rule, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.
"According to some historical records in the library, these empires have never been able to maintain peace. Wars have been going on for thousands of years.
"The six academies constantly send all kinds of elites to the empires. What they train are experienced workers with actual combat experience.
"Then this chaotic rule can be explained."
"The battlefield doesn't care whether you're a beginner or intermediate, or whether you're a warrior or a magician!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Xing understood. Seeing that the dean had no intention of speaking, he sat there and waited quietly.
After a while, Jag seemed to have thought of something. "Zhang Xing, your strength has already reached the level of an adept magus, right?"
He was clearly asking the obvious. How could a magic emperor not be able to tell how Gran had been injured?
"Well, barely!" Zhang Xing told the truth. He wouldn't lose anything if he told the truth in front of the dean. On the contrary, it was beneficial to him.
The dean was very satisfied with this answer.
"How many spells have you learned?" Jag asked.
He knew that Zhang Xing didn't learn his magic skills from the academy's teachers.
As for where he learned it from, he didn't want to ask. In his eyes, these low-level magic skills were relatively easy to obtain.
Zhang Xing had a lot of secrets on him, and he didn't want to know. How could such a monstrous character not have secrets?
"This … Very little. It's not enough. Dean, please teach me some!" Zhang Xing began to be mischievous.
Jag pursed his lips. "Kid, don't try to be clever with me. Tell me, how much is very little?"
"Seventeen!" Zhang Xing said in a low voice.
"What?"
Jag was stunned. Seventeen was little?
According to this kid, how much was too much?