Magical Strategist

"Are you looking down on me, Bordeaux, so much? Only one place was given to me in the Sky League this time? Nikita's six places are barely acceptable. After all, he has been the league champion for more than ten times in a row. Why are Sanjiang College and Wenye College second-rate? There are also three places in the academy! No, I will talk to Lawrence immediately, it’s so irritating." Baggio said angrily.

"If you don't want to be ridiculed, it's better not to go." said Garciari, the chief instructor of the water system. "The result of the discussion between the two major alliance leaders Lawrence and Su Ge has been announced to the public. How can it be changed just because you are so angry with the boss?"

"If there is only one quota, your beloved disciple will not be eligible to participate. Don't you think it's a pity?" Baggio said.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a competition. It's a false honor. It doesn't matter."

"It makes it look like Garcia can win the championship." Baggio said.

Hawking thought about it for a while and said: "Just one, at least it is better than none. Everyone we sent out failed to live up to expectations. Except for Pirro's class that reached the finals, the others were eliminated in the first round." Hawking paused and continued: "Robert, how is your apprentice's recent progress? Can he adapt to the intensity of competition in the league? If not, let Haitang or Garcia go. They are relatively stable and will never be eliminated in the first round this time. Sorry, Bordeaux can no longer afford to lose this face."

The chief instructor of the gold system is a middle-aged woman who still retains her charm. She analyzed: "The players sent by Nikita this time are very strong. One is the thunder magician Sabrochi, nicknamed "Thunder Emperor", and the other is Johnson. Feiya is known as the "Goddess of Light", as well as the ice-type "Ice Demon" and the wind-type "Gust Wind". They are all the best genius students in Nikita's history. There is also the number one summoner of the Goethe-Institut, "Iron" Face "Andrew Parker."

Baggio said: "I don't feel comfortable letting Haitang go. There is no other candidate except the Lille Dragon."

"He still has purple fighting spirit!" Li said.

"So what? Have you forgotten how you beat Garcia more than a year ago?" Baggio retorted.

"Baggio, please speak more restrained." Li felt very uncomfortable. After all, Garcia was his favorite student.

Hawking asked: "My requirements are not high, and I don't want to enter the finals. Just guarantee that I win one game."

"Old man, have you lost your ambition as you get older?" Baggio said. "We want to sprint towards the championship because of the Lille Dragons."

"In principle, the contestants we send out are determined by the champions of the competition. If everyone has no objections, then this spot will be given to the fire-type Lille True Dragon." Hawking glanced at everyone, but none of them had any objections. say. "Then it's settled. Robert, the rest of the guidance work will be yours."

Baggio said cheerfully: "Don't worry, old man, my disciple is very smart, he knows everything, and he is also very obedient..."

"Here we go again. After praising Piro back then, now it's Quarrel's turn. Why didn't you mention it when you beat and scolded the kid before? We all saw it." The chief instructor of the gold department said.

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Minghuo Peak.

After school time.

Now Zhenlong is a student of Fire Class Two.

He and Haitang walked out of the classroom talking and laughing. They made an appointment to go shopping at Tianyuan Place's musical instrument store. The piano in Haitang's dormitory needed a key.

The two held hands and walked on the way to Tianyuan Place.

"Hongmao, come here."

A familiar voice came from behind. Zhenlong stopped and said respectfully: "Hello, master, you are off work."

Baggio came over with a smile. "Well, I would like to treat you two to a meal."

Besides, after the real dragon won the championship, apart from occasionally scolding him, Baggio never beat the real dragon again. Because he has successfully cultivated this seedling.

"Ouch? My good master is going to invite you to dinner again. Haitang, we can eat delicious food again." Zhenlong said happily.

"I just know how to eat. Don't forget about me." Haitang said.

So, the three generations of Ba Qiao's master, disciple, and grandson went to Tianyuan together. Went to the most luxurious hotel in Bordeaux College.

Only aristocratic children would visit this kind of place, and ordinary people would definitely not be able to afford it. But Baggio chose this one.

Magnificent decoration, expensive dining tables and chairs.

Just ordering a few dishes casually would earn Baggio nearly half a year's salary, but he regarded money as dirt and didn't care.

"Master, what's wrong with you today? Are you feeling unwell? Why do you have to bring us here to eat." Zhenlong felt very uncomfortable. He has never been to such a high-end and elegant place.

The waiter nodded and bowed to greet me with a smile, and he knelt down when pouring the wine.

"What's wrong, you brat, you look down on me? I can't come here to eat, can I?" Baggio said angrily.

"No, I definitely don't mean that. I don't want you to spend money. Right, Haitang." Zhenlong pulled Haitang's sleeve to let her talk.

Haitang had no idea about money. Gufeng would give her an amount of money that she could never spend no matter how much she spent every month, so she didn't comment.

"Your kid is getting better and better at talking day by day, and the more I see you, the more I like you. Come on, let's eat and drink."

"Master please."

While eating, Baggio did not forget to put some food for the real dragon, and even poured him wine himself, looking very enthusiastic.

This is not a normal Roberto Baggio. Why did the devil master suddenly become so attentive? The real dragon eats and eats, but he still keeps thinking about it in his heart.

He looked at Haitang, and Haitang looked at him with the same eyes. It seemed that they were thinking the same thing.

"Master, can I ask, if you want me to have dinner, do you need my help? Just say it, you don't have to do this, I'm sorry." Zhenlong said with a smile.

Baggio also smiled slightly, then put down the tableware and said: "You are indeed smart. As for me, I don't have anything to do for you. It's just that our master-disciple relationship has been almost two years, and we can occasionally drink together and reminisce about the past."

"Is that so? You're not telling the truth." Zhenlong raised his eyebrows and said.

"I still can't hide it from you brat. Things are neither simple nor complicated. Do you know about the Sky League? It will start next month. After discussion, the academy will send you alone."

"Only me?"

"Yes, you are the only one. In fact, we are also very helpless, but that is the fact. Old man Hawking also said that you don't need to win any championship this time, just make sure not to be eliminated in the first round. And. As for me, I have high hopes for you, and I still hope you can sprint for the championship. But..." Baggio did not continue, for fear of hurting the real dragon.

"Are the other contestants very strong?"

"In short, with your current level, you can barely compete with them. Because of the difference in training methods and teaching resources, Nikita's magic is combat magic, developed for pure combat. They train students as strictly as warriors. So the people there are generally better than us. The training intensity of many academies is much higher than that of Podol," Baggio said.

"No wonder, all previous championships have nothing to do with us. Even Piro won first place due to luck." Zhenlong nodded.

"Any ideas?" Baggio asked.

"If you have any other ideas, take them seriously." The real dragon drank the wine in the glass and seemed unconcerned.