In the Academy Head's office at Cuilan Academy, Elan flipped through a title-less notebook on the desk.
This was a book Furan had bound together after organizing her manuscripts, and she had brought it for Elan to see.
After five or six minutes, Elan was still flipping through the pages rapidly, with no intention of stopping.
"How is it? I'm telling you, this textbook can't undergo major changes; you can only ask me to change minor things."
Furan had been picking at her fingers for a long while on the side, and seeing Elan still flipping through, she couldn't help but speak up.
Furan had already completed the task of writing a book herself, thus finishing the first trial for promotion to a Formal Mage.
This task of writing a textbook was just incidental and not her main task; it should have been Elan's main task.
If Elan still wanted her to make major revisions to this textbook, she was done with it and would let Elan change it himself.
"Uh... no need to change it... I'll take over the remaining work."
Elan looked up at Furan with a complex expression, many thoughts churning in his heart.
He somewhat regretted not recruiting a genius like Furan into the Edict School; as expected, a genius should not be underestimated in any aspect.
He also had a mechanical device in his tavern, which he had learned to build out of boredom several years ago and had constructed entirely by himself.
That secret room was the result of his design. At the time, he had been quite proud of it, boasting about how ingenious the structure was and how low the failure rate was, only to receive a roll of the eyes from Celine.
Before Furan wrote the book, Elan had been full of confidence, wanting to see what kind of mechanical device Furan had created that would allow her to release a Tier 1 Spell.
However, when Furan's first draft was presented, he was completely bewildered. What even was this?
Why wasn't there a single magical structure on it? How did it move? And what were these internal cavities? Why was something arranged to move back and forth there?
He could only barely understand a small portion of the detailed explanations Furan had labeled on it, which left him feeling incredibly frustrated.
But this time, what Furan handed over actually gave him a shock.
The content of the entire book was very substantial, with almost every page filled with text—the result of Furan intentionally making the layout very compact.
The contents within made him feel as if he were reading a masterpiece written by a master.
Every topic started from very common occurrences, like an apple falling or an object being thrown, yet used concise language to explain the principles behind them.
After reading some of it, Elan was surprised to find that he now understood some of the parts from Furan's previous manuscript that had confused him.
He believed that Furan had certainly passed the first trial by now. This one book was enough for an apprentice to pass the first trial for promotion to Formal Mage, let alone for Furan, who had written it.
Elan tapped the table to steady his emotions and then said:
"Since you've finished writing this textbook, let's talk about the curriculum."
"Currently, the apprentices are still selecting courses, and even the new students haven't all arrived at the School. We can force the apprentices who haven't selected their courses yet to take this one and mark it as a mandatory requirement. If they can't pass the course Assessment, they won't be able to graduate."
"Depending on your preparation, if you're ready, it would be best to start classes next week. If you want to prepare a bit more, the first week of next month would be the best time..."
"Stop!" Furan interrupted Elan's long string of words and said:
"You've got it a bit wrong. It's not me who should be teaching this course, but you!"
"But..."
"You should know that my current task is the most important thing for the Furnace Casting School. You only helped open a course—do you have the nerve to call yourself a member of the Furnace Casting School?"
Elan fell silent, realizing that it was indeed unlikely for Furan to teach this course now.
Although it sounded a bit strange—how could the person who wrote the textbook not teach the class and let someone else do it? Wasn't that a joke?
But the problem was that the other thing Furan was doing was too important: finding a way to promote to a Formal Mage.
If a School didn't even provide a path for its apprentices to become Formal Mages, what was the point of recruiting apprentices on a large scale?
In fact, when apprentices saw that your School didn't even have a path to becoming a Formal Mage, they wouldn't even spare it a glance, let alone join.
So, no matter what, they couldn't let Furan waste time on teaching courses. What she really needed to do was hurry up and promote to a Formal Mage.
This was the most urgent matter for the School. As long as Furan didn't promote to a Formal Mage, the entire School would have no foundation.
"Alright... alright, I'll teach this course."
Elan could only helplessly take on this job.
He was the only candidate. Currently, Harbos wasn't even paying much attention to the Weapon Forging Class; he would run off as soon as class was over, as if he were busy with something.
And Elan happened to be someone with not much to do. Although he usually had the administrative affairs of Cuilan Academy to handle, the Alliance's academy management never required the Academy Head to manage every little thing.
In a place where the best path for an apprentice was to join a School's Apprentice City, the aspects he could manage were actually limited. Overall, it was quite relaxed, so he was the best candidate.
I need to carefully examine the contents of this book, Elan thought.
He tapped the table and brought up another topic.
"By the way, how is your Spell creation phase going? Is it alright?"
Furan smiled, raised one hand to her shoulder, opened her palm, and said:
"I have already created a Spell."
"What?!!"
Elan almost jumped up in excitement. He looked at Furan with an incredulous gaze, his eyes wide, completely not expecting Furan to say those words.
"Do you want me to show you?"
Elan was stunned for a moment before nodding.
Furan pointed her palm at the wall and began to gather Spiritual Power to cast the Spell.
Elan stood up, and from the side, he could clearly see a cloud of white mist erupting from Furan's palm and shooting onto the wall.
The white mist seemed to possess strong momentum; he could hear a whirring sound and the 'thud' of the mist hitting the wall.
After Furan canceled the Spell, Elan walked over and touched the spot on the wall where it had been hit. There was a faint indentation, but it carried a scorching heat; he was slightly burned when he touched it.
"What is this Spell called?"
"Steam Jet."
Furan said with a smile, some white vapor still slowly rising from her hand, seemingly carrying a bit of heat.
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