The Mentor's Personal Apprentice

These apprentices don't necessarily know that copying scrolls will slow down their learning and promotion speed, but copying scrolls consumes time and physical strength, and there is also a probability of failure.

There are many wealthy people in the academy, and many are unwilling to waste their valuable time on this.

Scroll trading among apprentices has therefore always been popular.

Faerûn is a world with true gods. As people of the Mystra, they must go to church on Sundays. The school stipulates that everyone must submit their spell scrolls by 6 PM on Saturdays at the latest, and now many apprentices are buying them.

Although the school's regulation is that one scroll is worth 3 gold coins, which is the price of three first-circle parchments, for the vast majority of apprentices, the value of ready-made scrolls cannot be calculated in this way.

Few people are willing to copy scrolls, and more are unwilling. As scarcity increases value, the price of ready-made scrolls skyrockets. Another loss besides wasting time is that parchments that fail to copy will lose all their magic power. In the hands of apprentices, they are non-renewable garbage, and can basically only be exchanged for 1 silver coin at the logistics office.

But very few apprentices do this. For the vast majority of apprentices, they would rather use this stuff to wipe their butts than choose to recycle it.

Even the previously poor Du Pont would not do this.

Because it would expose his true level.

The school's courses are already tight, and everyone has to use their rest time to copy scrolls. For 1st and 2nd level apprentices, copying 10 scrolls is already considered weight training.

In this case, recycling scrolls proves either that one's financial resources are insufficient, or that one's level is not high enough and the copying success rate is terribly low. It will be difficult to gain the teacher's favor again.

If one can become a mentor's private apprentice, then one no longer needs to complete the academy's tasks, but only the mentor's tasks. One can also browse the mentor's private notes and precious collections, and the speed of mastering magic will inevitably be greatly improved.

The academy has such lucky people every year. These apprentices are either extremely intelligent, or are handsome and beautiful enough with qualified intelligence. Of course, if their family is knowledgeable or rich enough to bribe the mentor, that is also an option.

Although it cannot be called a one-step ascent to heaven, with the mentor's relationship and connections, the speed of learning is accelerated. If one's own hardware is qualified, becoming a formal mage is definitely not a problem, and the probability of becoming a high-level mage in the future is greatly increased.

Even if one cannot reach this step, a mage who masters fourth/fifth circle spells is enough to be recruited by some great nobles or even kings, transcending classes and living a leisurely, non-competitive life.

Thinking of this, Du Pont couldn't help but feel a little murmur in his heart.

Logically speaking, although his intelligence is mediocre among apprentices, his appearance is definitely considered excellent. Why hasn't a mentor taken a fancy to him?

After thinking for a moment, Du Pont also had an answer in his heart.

High-level mages are already rare, and there are not many in his academy. There seems to be only one female mentor.

Like that Half-elf doctor in the infirmary, these 6-10 level mentors are the majority.

But there are nearly three hundred apprentices in the academy. To obtain this kind of treatment, one must either be a genius among geniuses or a handsome man or beautiful woman with extremely high talent. There are almost no examples like him who only have a fancy appearance.

To become a mentor's private apprentice, he is afraid that only his intelligence will increase another step before he has the opportunity to sell himself...

Thinking of this, Du Pont felt a chill.

Forget it, the time is still ample, and it hasn't reached this step yet anyway.

It's just a bit of a waste of his outstanding talent.

At the end of the first class, Du Pont looked at the prompt on the panel:

[Gained 20 experience points] [Spell: Mechanized Mind proficiency increased by 4%]

, with a look of pain on his face.

Damn, being distracted actually affects the experience points gained. He needs to be more serious in the next class.

[You gained 24 experience points] [Your understanding of the spell: Fox's Cunning has reached 70%, you can practice it yourself to speed up spell comprehension]

Du Pont breathed a sigh of relief, perseverance will still lead to progress.

It's just that

[Experience points 424/2000]

makes him scratch his head a little.

All of this can only come slowly.

However, just as he was about to go to dinner with Charles, Du Pont saw a familiar figure.

It was a pure white skeleton, holding a sign with Du Pont's name written on it.

Would the doctors here be so responsible?

Thinking about the essence of this academy, Du Pont felt a little uneasy, but no matter what, they were kindly helping him to hand in one week less of scrolls, so he honestly followed them.

It was still that Half-elf doctor named Sophie, but beside her was also a fair-skinned, mature woman wearing a set of silver-white chain armor, with a halo on her head.

Her shape is a bit like an angel in the previous life, but there are no white wings behind her, but the halo on her head is shining like a light bulb.

This is a Divine Bloodline, also commonly known as an Aasimar.

It is rumored that Divine Bloodlines have the blood of gods/demigods or some mythical creatures, but unlike their ancestors, Divine Bloodlines, in addition to having a longer lifespan than mortals and generally having a more excellent appearance, have no major differences in talent and physical fitness compared to mainstream humanoid races.

However, it is said that their noble bloodlines often make them targeted by evil spirits. Some Cultists who believe in Demons will capture Divine Bloodlines and offer them to Demons in exchange for more grace, so most Aasimar usually hide the halo on their heads. If they expose this feature, it is generally to show off.

This is not to show off that they have a good ancestor, but all Aasimar have a characteristic.

They are all of good alignment.

It can be said that they are even purer than the Paladin under the new system.

However, the doubts in Du Pont's heart are even deeper.

Although the Aasimar in front of him has a broad mind, and those of good alignment will not do great evil, this does not mean that they will definitely abide by the law.

For example, those chaotic good rangers, when they smite evil and protect their homes, their scimitars and bows will not show any mercy.

"Please sit down. Du Pont, this is Dorothy." The doctor's face did not have any extra expression. After looking at his expression, she took out a small wand about two feet long, touched his wrist, and said after a few seconds: "Your aura is stronger than yesterday, but your body is still very weak."

Du Pont nodded in agreement, with a blank expression: "I seem to have accidentally bumped my head before. I feel dizzy whether I'm in class or copying scrolls."

Sophie looked at the priest beside her. Dorothy nodded. She picked up the Seven-Star Holy Symbol on her neck and was about to cast a spell, but Du Pont quickly opened his mouth: "Wait... does this cost money?"

Sophie didn't speak. Dorothy beside her smiled and raised a forefinger. Gentle light appeared from her body, and even the robe on her body flowed with golden halo. Her smooth golden hair turned silvery-white at this time, and her already charming eyes shone with a dazzling light like melted gold, with specks of starlight flowing out of them, twinkling like stars.

"Though the Lady of Magic asks for nothing in return, we must not take her gifts for granted. Only with gratitude can the Lady grant further blessings and forgiveness."

Du Pont had intended to haggle, hoping to pay less, but upon seeing the scene before him, he felt his mind truly reeling, like a bowl of mush, devoid of any ability to think.

The priestess's sacred aura made it seem as if the Lady had truly descended upon the world, causing his knees to weaken, urging him to prostrate himself in worship.

But a voice in Du Pont's consciousness reminded him that something was amiss.

"Charm Person took effect, didn't it? Tell him to come over here."

"It did, but this little cutie isn't very obedient." Dorothy said with some surprise, and Sophie looked equally puzzled upon hearing this.

Wizards generally don't have outstanding physiques, but their constant use of their minds makes their wills quite strong, and they are quite experienced in resisting mental spells. But this little apprentice, in a state of physical weakness and mental exhaustion, was actually resisting a formal priestess's divine spell. This was quite interesting.

You see, this divine spell hadn't failed. As long as Charm Person was in effect, even a sworn enemy could be swayed into becoming a close friend, losing all aggression. As long as it didn't involve self-harm or contradict their own will, they could be hard-controlled until the spell's duration expired, making it a very useful enchantment spell.

Du Pont harbored no hostility towards the two women. Dorothy was Divine Bloodline, and Du Pont was a follower of Mystra. Normally, he should be listening to them, hugging their legs, and confessing his sins, but this little apprentice was resisting.

Even a level 5 wizard might not have this ability.

The two exchanged glances. Sophie shrugged, and Dorothy pursed her lips slightly in dissatisfaction. After issuing a few commands and finding that the little apprentice was somewhat obedient, she felt relieved and cast a second divine spell.

Second-Circle Divine Spell: Detect Thoughts.

The apprentice's physical weakness could be attributed to a long-term poor diet, and eating better would likely solve that. However, the injury on his head was not as simple as a bump, as he claimed.

"Look at me."

Azure light flowed from the priestess's eyes, and Du Pont's dazed eyes met hers. However, after several minutes, Dorothy interrupted the spell, wearily rubbing her dry eyes.

"This guy's life for the past month has been unremarkable... Wait, this kid seems to be a closet exhibitionist. Sophie, what's going on with your academy? Whether it's the instructors or the apprentices, they're all a bit eccentric."

"What kind of people do you expect to come to this academy? Any normal person with real talent would have been picked off by the capital long ago, not to mention that there aren't many normal people among wizards to begin with." Sophie shrugged, then put on a pair of thin leather gloves. "Come on, help me take this kid's clothes off."

"Huh?"