Some new students had already started gathering in twos and threes at the registration tables, some were already digging into their pockets, or writing their names on the registration form.
Hearing this, Durin couldn't help but fall into thought. At Piltover University, credits were often more effective than money, but this indeed saved money.
Walking and stopping along the way, he also got to see all sorts of strange clubs, simply dazzling.
Like the Red Clothes Club, you must have red clothes to join; or the Wake-up Club, which provides free early morning services. Even more outrageous was the Refusal Club, after joining, you would have a legitimate reason to refuse others' requests, including teachers and even school leaders.
Of course, this club was not responsible for the aftermath. Its main idea was that refusal is everyone's right, but you should also bear the cost of refusing.
These strange clubs mentioned above were pure interest clubs and would not raise others' impression of you, and might even lower it.
They also wouldn't bring Durin any skill improvements, only waste time.
A breeze brushed Durin's cheek. Suddenly, he glimpsed a club surrounded by students three layers deep inside and out. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the Firearms Shooting Club recruiting.
For most people, especially students, this was a huge temptation.
After all, firearms are regulated in Piltover, and ordinary people simply cannot access them.
Suddenly, Durin realized that he had a revolver. After all, before he became a mage, the power of any trick was inferior to the power of a bullet.
But if he were to learn firearms and then enroll in an additional firearms shooting course, that would be too much wasted effort.
Perhaps, he could join the Firearms Shooting Club to familiarize himself with firearms, improve his proficiency, and master the shooting accuracy of the revolver he carried.
Thinking of this, Durin walked towards the crowd. When these students saw Durin, dressed in a mage robe, approach, they instinctively made way for him.
They didn't want to provoke eccentric mages; who knew what extreme actions they might take.
"Hello, student, what's your name?"
A female student sitting behind the long table looked down, holding a pen, and then looked up enthusiastically to ask.
"Durin."
The female student, who had been looking down, paused. She quietly murmured the name, writing it on the paper, then smiled faintly and looked up to ask: "Are you from Ionia? The style of that name is a bit... Are you a Mage Apprentice?!"
"What's wrong? Is it not allowed?" Durin retorted.
"Uh... it's the first time I've met a Mage Apprentice willing to join the Firearms Shooting Club, it's a bit surprising. Mage Apprentices from the Magic Academy tend to be conservative in their thinking, believing that firearms cannot replace magic." The female student hesitated for a moment, then explained.
"Oh, maybe I just happen to be the open-minded type. It's never wrong to have an extra means of self-defense." Durin nodded and said casually.
"Then please wait a moment, I need to ask the club leader for his opinion."
Saying this, the female student showed an apologetic expression, stood up from her chair, and walked in another direction to quietly speak a few words with a tall girl with long, straight black hair.
Then, this graceful figure walked directly towards Durin.
The surrounding crowd waiting to sign up instantly erupted, letting out excited shouts, as if they had seen a big star appear.
Accompanied by a female voice asking: "Hello, Mage Apprentice, are you sure you want to sign up for the Firearms Shooting Club?"
Durin naturally fixed his gaze, and his eyes met those clear blue eyes. What followed was a gentle tone and a face full of youthful vitality and vigor. Perhaps using the cliché "exquisitely beautiful" to describe her would be vulgar, but Durin truly couldn't find a suitable word to describe the flawless features of the girl in front of him.
Pausing for a moment, Durin immediately realized the impropriety of his behavior.
He replied: "Of course."
Regardless, staring at a girl at any time is extremely impolite behavior.
He didn't want to be labeled a pervert on the first day of school.
However, it's no wonder so many people came to sign up for this club. It turns out they're all a bunch of old perverts!
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