After waiting in line for quite a while, it was finally Durin's turn.
A young man in a Mage's robe approached him, with a pale yellow pure silver Mage's emblem pinned to his chest.
Durin first respectfully performed the apprentice's bow to a Mage, and then the young man indifferently said, 'Follow me.'
With that, Durin was led by the young man through an inconspicuous corridor along the wall, up a pristine white marble spiral staircase, all the way to the top floor of the grand hall, then through a spacious and bright corridor, finally arriving at a wide room with a very substantial decorative style.
Upon entering the room, Durin secretly observed its layout.
Soft carpets, a low-key yet luxurious fireplace for decoration, a huge French window, a black jade aromatic wood carved desk, and an old man with gray hair and reading glasses sitting behind the desk.
Upon seeing this person, the young man who led the way immediately performed the Mage's respectful salute, softly calling out, 'Mr. Ferren.'
Durin followed suit, secretly glancing at the emblem on the other's chest.
It shimmered with a cyan starlight, seemingly made of some extremely precious metal, and the patterns on the collar and cuffs of his Mage's robe were also cyan.
This meant the other party was a Four-Ring Mage.
This was probably the strongest Mage Durin had seen since his transmigration, though he didn't know the level of Instructor Ashley, who had a curvaceous figure and liked to wear women's suits, and taught his classes.
On the other side, the old man, addressed as Ferren, nodded in response. His deep gaze slowly swept over Durin, and finally, a gentle smile appeared on his face as he asked, 'Which paid courses do you plan to enroll in?'
'Archaeology, Forging under Enchanting Inscription, and Magical Engineering,' Durin replied respectfully, 'This is my student ID.'
Saying that, he handed over his student ID with both hands.
'A Fire-attribute Mage Apprentice, then you should indeed study Forging. Do you have any prior experience in blacksmithing?' Ferren pushed his reading glasses up his nose, looked down at the information on the student ID, and asked casually, his tone as approachable as an elder in a family asking a junior.
'Hmm... only experience with charcoal burning,' Durin pondered for a moment before replying.
Ferren rummaged through a stack of thick attendance registers to find three different ones, then used a Mage Hand to simultaneously use three pens to fill in Durin's student information on the three different registers.
Meanwhile, he leaned back in his chair, picked up the teacup from the table, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and sighed, 'I was once very interested in Ionian culture, but unfortunately, the local temples do not welcome outsiders to study. By the way, where did you learn charcoal burning, Ionia, or Piltover?'
'Zaun.'
Durin answered honestly.
'Zaun? I remember the university's assistant dean is also from Zaun; I think his name is Viktor? Never mind, it's not important. Why did you think of coming to Piltover to study? There's also a Magic Academy in Zaun, but the tuition is cheaper there.'
'Because I want to receive a better education,' Durin said calmly.
'Hahahaha, ambitious. It seems the quality of this year's new students is quite good. I look forward to you completing your studies soon and becoming one of my colleagues.' Ferren paused, then let out a hearty laugh. He waved his hand, and the three pens simultaneously stopped.
Then, he closed the attendance registers.
Ferren then took out three rigid cowhide cards from a drawer and handed them to Durin. They clearly bore the Jindai Luo Sphere emblem, with the words 'Paid Course Student Exclusive' written next to it.
At the same time, they also had the seal of the Magic Academy's Academic Affairs Office.
'If you ever don't want to attend one of the courses, just return one of the cards to me. I will also remove you from the corresponding paid course attendance register,' Ferren explained.
'Okay, I understand,' Durin nodded and replied.
Then, he was led back to the first-floor hall by the young man responsible for guiding him.
After leaving the Academy's Administrative Building, Durin considered that he didn't have his own dormitory within the university, and it was currently noon.
He decided to go to the Elix Library to rest for a bit and, while there, carefully study whether he could master the other two necromantic spells in the spellbook, and also figure out why he couldn't master ice spells.
The Elix Library truly lived up to its reputation as Piltover's largest library; its scale was comparable to the long-vanished Ancient Shurima Empire Library.
Its very existence was a symbol of art, a temple of knowledge carved from marble and glazed tiles. Standing before its grand entrance was like facing an ancient, profound deity, exerting an invisible pressure on all visitors.
After swiping his student ID in front of the two-meter-tall, silver-gray automaton, Durin walked straight in.
The Elix Library housed millions of books, with mountains of them neatly arranged in every corner of the library.
Many of these books had become unique copies; if not for the wealth of Piltover's Council families, who had collected most of the wisdom of Runeterra, they might not exist.
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