Rody, utterly exhausted, took a long rest and upon waking up the next day, found nearly ten people sitting in his room, waiting for him.
"These are Elizabeth, Hira, and Sonia. They are our classmates and helped us a lot when we were in business. They came specially today to greet you!" Tommy quickly introduced them.
"Hello, Rody. I've heard a lot about you," the first girl to stand up and speak was a lively, curious-looking green-haired woman with forked short horns on her head. She introduced herself confidently, "My name is Elizabeth, but you can call me Elsa or Betty, it's all the same."
"I'm Hira, people also call me Sherry," another woman with forked short horns but not resembling Elizabeth's sister spoke. Her large eyes and long pointed ears suggested some elven ancestry.
"Sonia, or Sani," the third girl, a shy young lady with an indescribably graceful figure and rare silver eyes, introduced herself.
"I'm truly honored. Although Felic is known for its beautiful women, I didn't expect our small class of fifteen to have four beauties. Of course, I regret that Orelia, a violent woman, occupies a precious female slot, which is the biggest loss for our class," Tommy sighed regretfully.
"Tommy, don't let Orelia hear you, or you'll suffer," Jill, shyly glancing at Rody, quietly warned.
"I, a descendant of a knight, am not afraid of her..." Tommy tried to maintain a tall image in front of everyone, puffing up his chest.
"Orelia, you're here?" Terry looked towards the door, scaring Tommy to almost having a heart attack, but fortunately, it wasn't true. While chasing Terry to beat him, Tommy repeatedly confirmed that no one was outside before he dared to relax.
Rody noticed that in addition to Tommy, Terry, and Leo, there was another man, sitting silently at the side, not uttering a word.
The man looked ordinary, with nothing remarkable about him.
However, Rody noticed the thick calluses on the man's hands and immediately understood he was a diligent and silent swordsman. Perhaps noticing Rody's gaze, the silent man stood up, nodded slightly at Rody, and extended his hand, "Hello, my name is Benson."
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"Rody, nice to meet you." Rody shook hands, finding the silent swordsman's grip as firm as a mountain, even more solid than Leo's.
"Students, being late on the first day of the new term is not good," Headmaster Buck's voice came from the magic clock outside, "If no one arrives in the main classroom within three minutes, you can skip lunch. And for the latecomers, a little memory activity awaits: a ten-lap run around the academy. I believe it will help with punctuality in the future. By the way, my magic pocket watch is one minute faster than ordinary watches..."
"The early bird catches the worm!" Terry didn't wait to hear the rest and dashed out.
"That devil Buck!" Tommy, realizing he was the last, cursed in agony, "God, let that fast thief break a leg!"
Following the chaotic crowd into the main classroom, Rody sat down and observed the other five unknown men.
The five sat together, forming a small group. The leader was a young man with silver hair and long eyebrows, extremely handsome. If his ears were a bit longer, one might mistake him for an elf. Dressed in a silver robe with gold trim and holding a lightning staff, his attire bore the astonishing gold six-pointed star.
A young six-pointed star magic master.
He must be the rare magic pRodygy of Felic, appearing once in a hundred years.
No wonder he had such an aloof and cold demeanor, even among four others, seeming to carry an indescribable melancholy.
The four men beside him, each with notable strength and extraordinary looks, three in silver armor and one in a fiery red robe, all seemed to focus on the handsome man as their leader, sitting upright without moving. When Rody and others entered, they didn't even glance at these magic apprentices who couldn't even cast a small fireball.
"Rody, that conceited guy is said to be Felic's once-in-a-century magic genius, named Aaron, a natural wind and thunder mage. At five, he could cast thunderbolts, and since arriving a few days ago, he's knocked down two upperclassmen, becoming a big name in the academy. He seems to resent us because in three days, he killed nineteen magical beasts, but still couldn't beat our record-breaking sales. Look, he's giving us a sinister and lecherous glance," Tommy whispered, sitting next to Rody.
"Killed nineteen magical beasts in three days?" Rody was slightly shocked, but
considering Aaron's six-pointed star mastery, it seemed plausible.
"Those four bootlickers are also annoying. The fire mage Andrew once mocked me as a fat pig, saying I couldn't even cast a small fireball. One day, I'll shove those words back up his ass," Tommy's tone turned cold, showing real anger.
"With you? Maybe in ten thousand years!" Terry sneered.
"Students, I have class this morning, but I'm having breakfast, so you can meditate or communicate with each other. Communication between students is always essential," Headmaster Buck's magic broadcast just arrived, and the entire classroom suddenly darkened, with doors and windows closing automatically, leaving everyone in pitch darkness and confusion. Then, they heard Terry scream, "Something is biting my hand, ah, it's a shadow soul, it's sucking my magic power..."
"Let me go, I have no magic power, shadow soul, you should go after that damn thief or someone else, I'm all fat, eating too much of me will give you diarrhea!" Tommy prayed as a shadow soul hissed near him.
"Get away!" Orelia, the spirited female swordsman, fought furiously, but her attacks were futile against the shadow soul.
"Don't be afraid, students, these shadow souls are not very powerful, and they are picky eaters, only liking magic power and life energy. Just let them eat their fill, and there will be no trouble," Headmaster Buck's voice came through the magic amplifier, accompanied by chewing sounds, irritating to the ear. If he appeared in the classroom then, he would probably be chopped to pieces.
"Help, I'm terrified of ghosts!" Leo hid under a desk, surprisingly afraid of ghostly spirits.
"Who touched my butt? Damn it! I'll kill you!" More terrifying than the shadow souls was the raging Orelia, lashing out in fury.