The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

Chapter 159 School Anniversary

Now it's a few days later.

While having lunch and chatting with Evia, Caesar got some information.

"The school anniversary is coming soon, is Caesar prepared?" Evia scooped a spoonful of beans and blew it to her mouth: "Are you planning to take a vacation or do something?"

"School anniversary?" This was the first time Caesar had heard of it. "When is it?"

"Doesn't Caesar know?" Evia was a little surprised: "It will be at the beginning of next month."

"I really haven't heard of it." Caesar answered honestly: "What is this school anniversary for?"

With Evia's introduction, Caesar finally understood what this school anniversary was about.

A long time ago, Phoenix University of Magic stood in the capital of Ornn. The royal family of Ornn donated a considerable amount of money and treasures to it. In exchange, the school would allow the royal family to directly recruit mages who were willing to serve the empire in the school.

The school will hold competitions at specific times every year, with various competitive subjects allowing students to showcase themselves and ultimately be selected and recruited by the royal family.

These activities were not originally school celebrations, but rather a rather serious military parade, a bit like the school recruitment on Blue Planet.

But it’s much more important here.

There is no difference between working for the royal family and having a stable job.

For many mages from poor families, this is an important opportunity to change their lives.

The profession of wizard is quite noble. It does not mean that one can become an excellent wizard just by having a huge amount of magic power in his body. That is only one of the conditions. The inheritance of knowledge is more important.

Many spells cannot be learned by just reading books, just like those annoying mathematics. Even if you figure out the formulas needed to solve the problem, what you need to master most is how to apply them.

The higher the level of the spell, the more of these little tricks you need to learn.

They had to plan for their future, and joining the royal family and serving it was the most stable way for them to learn knowledge.

By the way, Nishizawa has no such worries at all.

Isn't it just learning a skill? After you have learned it, just practice it a few more times to improve your proficiency, and then you will master everything.

In short, the school anniversary at that time was actually a very serious event.

After hundreds of years of evolution, it gradually became an activity mixed with entertainment.

The school will then be open to the outside world, allowing people from outside the school to come in and visit, and the students' families will also receive an invitation letter.

"Is that so?" Caesar shook his head: "I don't have any plans."

School anniversary and the like have nothing to do with me.

Wouldn't it be better to find a place to hide, fish and read a book? Why do you have to create trouble for yourself?

"Where's Evia? Do you have any plans?" Caesar put the empty bowl aside. In line with his extraordinary strength, Caesar's appetite was also extraordinary.

"Me? I might be very busy during that time." Evia thought for a moment and said, "According to speculation, Sheng Ke's due date will probably be during that time. I will have to take better care of her."

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Today's afternoon schedule is to teach Bericka the art of magic swordsmanship.

"Bang!" The sound of wooden swords clashing was heard. Barryka's body lost balance and she swayed backwards, finally falling outside the white line.

"Out, out of bounds!" came Heather's voice, she was the referee.

"How is it? Are you okay?" Caesar walked forward and stretched out his hand.

"It's okay." Barica shook her head. She looked quite embarrassed at the moment. Not only was her body covered in sweat, but her exposed skin also had red marks from the sword, and her buttocks were covered in mud.

This is a sparring match between the two, without the use of magic, only swordplay. Caesar will suppress his strength to the same level as Baraka. If the sword in Baraka's hand leaves her hand or is knocked out of the circle drawn by the white line on the ground, she will be judged the loser. On the contrary, as long as Caesar hits her once, he will win.

The current record between the two is that Caesar has 79 wins and no losses, while Baraka has 79 losses and no wins.

The girl grabbed Caesar's hand and was pulled up by him.

There were also many wounds on her hands, and now there was another one, probably caused by the shock of being hit by the wooden sword just now.

She herself did not notice the wound until the blood got on Caesar's hand and she reacted when the latter looked at his hand.

"Sorry, your hands are dirty, please wipe them." The cool red-haired girl took out a silk scarf from her shirt pocket and handed it to Caesar.

"Barica!" Heather exclaimed and ran over quickly from a distance: "Are you okay?"

“No need.” Caesar simply condensed a ball of water and put his hands in it to wash them.

The wound was quite large, spreading from the base of her thumb to her palm, staining her hand red.

Heather nervously rinsed the dust off her wound with water and carefully wrapped it with gauze.

Heather usually looks clumsy and slow, but at a moment like this her hands are surprisingly skillful and she bandaged the wound beautifully.

Seeing that Barica was about to pick up the wooden sword on the ground next to her, it seemed that she wanted to practice more, but was stopped by Caesar.

"Let's take a break and drink some water." Caesar said.

The three of them rested together under the shade of a tree nearby.

During the break, Baraka didn't say anything. She just held the wooden sword in her hand and looked at it repeatedly, thinking about something.

She looked at herself, then at Caesar standing beside her.

With the same amount of exercise, compared to his own profuse sweat, Xize still looks very relaxed, without even a drop of sweat, giving off an image of ease and comfort.

After hesitating for a moment, Barica asked, "Um... Teacher, I have a question to ask."

"Just ask if you have any questions." Caesar told her not to be afraid and just ask.

"Have I really made any progress in my recent training?" She had a rare expression of helplessness and confusion on her face.

She placed the wooden sword on her legs and opened her hands, which were covered with many new and old wounds, and calluses on the palms, which were the result of her training during this period.

"Huh? Why do you ask? Of course there is progress." Caesar had a puzzled expression on his face, not understanding why Barica asked that.

"Really... I feel like I've tried my best, but..." She didn't finish her words, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

It's normal for her to have such doubts.

Even though he had received training from Sensei Nishizawa for so long, he was always easily suppressed like a child when sparring with him.

It feels like climbing a mountain.

Every time you climb over a hill, you always feel that you can get a glimpse of the scenery behind it.

But what appeared behind the hill was not the imagined sea of ​​flowers, but an even taller and steeper hill.