Commanding Wind and Cloud - Chapter 398
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Chapter 398

demy would invest in them. Take Gabriella as an example. Ever since she declared her attendance in Punitive Expedition Academy after the general exam, all instructors of the Magic Branch, as well as two vice presidents, were put in charge to oversee Gabriella's education, on which a special set of courses for magic learning and practicing was designed in line with Gabriella's conditions.

The arrangement of courses and resources for bloodline warrior Duren Burg would be similar to other bloodline warriors.

Although Fanta Family only had ordinary warriors, the entire family was the spiritual leader for all ordinary warriors; they would still be given the treatment of the highest level in any advanced warrior academy.

As for Qian Jin...Isabella felt it a huge headache. He looked like he was the same age as Fanta Kunge, but his strength was far beyond warriors of bloodline awakening power like Duren Burg.

What would Qian Jin's future be? Isabella had no ideas, nor cases to borrow from. Should she provide him with similar courses as bloodline warriors who were in the same situation? Should she provide him with better or worse resources since he was an ordinary warrior?

Since there were finite resources in the academy, every bit of these resources should be exploited to the best!

"Your courses and resources..." Isabella stopped for a while and said, "I have to spend several days thinking about it. Do you want to live in the dorm? Or will you live in the Torrent Battle Fort?"

Qian Jin rubbed one side of his nose with his fingers. Entering the endless world was safer in the Torrent Battle Fort since the dorms were more or less disorderly, "Princ.i.p.al, I think we'd better live in the Torrent Battle Fort."

Isabella was surprised for another moment after hearing that they would live in Torrent Battle Fort. It seemed that these students really kept a close relations.h.i.+p with the Fort because the Warrior Union wasn't a place everyone was eligible for dwelling in. Marc Gavin, the stupid bear, was really lucky to have found these promising young warriors.

"If so, you people follow me." Isabella turned around, and her hair fluttered behind her head. She kept walking forward without looking back, "I will give each of you an identification card. You can tour the campus at your wish. If there are any preferred lessons or preferred instructors, you can join in the cla.s.s temporarily. Or you can tell me and I will consider arranging proper lessons for you according to your respective characteristics."

Qian Jin kept nodding his head. The advanced warrior academies were quite different from the novice academies in that. The advanced academies would conduct specific teaching schemes in accordance with the different characteristics of the apprentices, which proved to be the most proper approaches that could explore the apprentices' utmost potentials.

However…Qian Jin screwed his lips. This type of cultivation was gained at a large cost! It was no wonder that anyone who had partic.i.p.ated in the human-demon battles would write in their reminiscences that the war was a compet.i.tion of money to some extent.

If those war machines, namely the warrior students were killed in the human-demon battlefields after a short span, the money and efforts invested in them would be totally wasted.

Having walked in the city-like academy for several minutes, Qian Jin followed Isabella and stepped into an ancient looking small building where a lot of portraits of white-beard old men and wrinkled old women on the wall.

Although these elders lived in the paintings, they gave people a feeling as sharp as fine swords. Despite the fact that they were long gone with vicissitudes of time, dazzling lights would appear when "these swords" were drawn!

Qian Jin found that there was a tiny signature at the bottom of each portrait of respective fonts. Except for the different temperaments, these portraits also produced a feeling as if they were saying farewell to their close relatives.

"These are the Princ.i.p.als of Punitive Expedition Academy." Isabella sat on an old-looking chair whose age was unknown, "On the feeling that their lives were going to the end, they would leave their position and go onto the human-demon battlefields..."

A light of devout admiration appeared in Isabella's eyes, "It is a shame for a warrior to rest in peace before the war comes to an end."

Qian Jin observed each piece of furniture in the room closely. As he examined these wares longer, his feeling for the thriftiness of these Princ.i.p.als was overturned. Or shall it be called luxuriousness?

Each ware could have been used for hundreds if not thousands of years. It seemed that every succeeding princ.i.p.al would continue using the same objects pa.s.sed down by the former generation.

These old shabby wares became real antiquities due to the ongoing use by successive Princ.i.p.als and the vicissitudes of time.

Few people could live such a luxury life in using an office filled with invaluable antiquities, other than the leaders of the big families.

"This is your identification card." Isabella looked at Qian Jin who was standing in the same spot with no intention to leave. "Is there anything else?" She asked.

Qian Jin thought about it for a while and tried to reorganize his speech: "Here is the thing. I want to ask for a few days of absence."

Ask for a leave? Isabella's right hand which was propping her right cheek trembled, wondering whether there was something wrong with her hearing. How could he ask for a leave without knowing which cla.s.s he was going to get into shortly after the admission?

"For what?" Isabella slightly frowned. It was the prime time for young warriors to enhance their strength, where one day's leave would even be a big waste.

"I want to bring my father to Torrent Battle Fort." Qian Jin said faintly, "My father devoted his life to raising me, but never for a day has he enjoyed the coziness of life. Now I have possessed a little power, I want to give him a better life. My father has always hoping to take pride in me, and now I have achieved a little..."