North District Wizards lacked general education.
Zheng Qing had known this for a long time—back when the North District Wizards had only just emerged, he had visited Colmar. He had only sat in the little tavern downstairs for a short while when more than a dozen North District Wizards sought the Sage's help because their magic had gone out of control.
Zheng Qing also knew that the North District Wizards wanted the same right to education as other wizards.
From the day they were born, there had been voices proposing that First University grant the North District Wizards special admissions privileges similar to those given to Gypsy witches, allowing them to integrate more quickly and quietly into the mainstream world of the Wizard Alliance.
But in this world, nothing had ever been easily obtained merely because it was lacking or wanted.
There were many other groups on Puji Island with identities similar to the North District Wizards, such as the Centaur Tribe of the Silent Forest, the Merfolk Tribe of Linzhong Lake, and even the recently emerged Rat People. They all had similar demands, but there was only one First University, and its teaching staff could not support the special treatment of all these groups.
What was more, whether North District Wizards, centaurs, or merfolk, none of them possessed exceptional talent.
One obvious voice of opposition within the Alliance pointed out that the resources needed to train a merfolk mage or a North District Wizard could train several ordinary wizards instead. If the university truly intended to expand its rolls, why not give those resources to more wizards with ordinary aptitude?
Thus, even today, opinions on how to educate North District Wizards remained divided, with no conclusion in sight.
"So you're planning to take the grassroots route?"
Xiao Fatty flipped