After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

The business was making better profits than she had imagined, and she could now basically let it go and go to the Royal Academy of Magic to study with peace of mind.

It unexpectedly didn't go well.

Just like now, she was just passing by, and groups of people around her started talking about her.

"Hey, have you heard? This is the youngest duchess. I heard she is only 6 years old."

"You can only enter school at the age of 8, so her magic talent must be very high."

"What's so high? Haven't you heard that she was allowed in because Duke Viloria protected the vampire at the banquet? I haven't tested her for magical talent and I've never seen her cast magic. I don't think she has any talent."

"That's right. Although Duke Viloria has no son, he still has a younger brother, the Marquis of Managos. There is no way a child can inherit the Duke's throne. The key is that she is a woman."

"Tsk, they are just a bunch of lapdogs trying to please the vampires. The kingdom has granted them so many privileges, but they don't know how to be loyal to the king and have become the running dogs of the vampires."

"Didn't you notice that all those who died at the banquet that night were maggots that were gnawing at the kingdom? I don't think that night was an accident. It was a punishment from God!"

"What punishment? We humans don't have gods. It was a natural disaster."

"Maybe even other gods can't stand it anymore..."

Discussions like these permeated the entire grade, and really affected the mood.

The key point is that she is the one running around the whole department. Listening to the discussions about her, it is even more intensive than the theoretical knowledge in the magic class.

Although I feel a little unhappy, my mental strength is there and I won't be affected by these people's words.

She just thought it was a little ridiculous that there was a group of people who only dared to talk about vampires, and no one was even willing to come and argue with her in the heat of the moment.

Although this behavior is indeed stupid, teenagers are prone to being impulsive and lose their temper.

It is normal to have mental retardation, but it is abnormal not to have mental retardation.

Fu glanced over and those gossiping people quickly shut up and scattered, fearing that she would stare at them, but they still wanted to say a few words to her.

They probably already considered themselves as relatives of the vampires, and all their anger towards the vampires for controlling the country was directed at her.

So it became a trend in the school to belittle her.

I don’t know whether the old king should laugh or cry when he saw this scene, but she really wanted to laugh.

Anyway, I'm here just to learn magic, not to play house with kids. Let them say whatever they want, it won't cost me a thing.

However, since she came to the magic academy, she seldom went home, basically only a few days a month. Fufente and Ruiran often wrote to her.

The former also wants to come to the school, while the latter asks various questions and writes a few words of concern at the end of the letter.

She was now on her way back to the dormitory, holding a bunch of notes of various sizes in her hands.

You ask why we should bring it back, because some people have nothing to do, and besides talking big, they will stab you in the back.

She had scolded him a few times, but the handwritten notes were eventually lost, and she got into the habit of carrying them with her.

If I have a pen or a book, I can record it myself.

Speaking of books, I seem to have obtained a diary last time. I wonder if it is a diary that is mature enough for me to write in.

Why not give it a try? It's useless just leaving it there.

Back in the double dormitory, Bai Qingge took out the reward that she had marked as useless.

An informal diary: When you use this diary to record, the words are no longer cold and pale, and you can record your feelings in it.

Comment: Who of the serious people writes a diary?

There is no pen, but there is a button for use.

Bai Qingge clicked it, and a scene that excited her appeared.

The words appeared out of thin air on the snow-white scroll.

〈Huo Yao Day, June 6th in the Year of All Nations〉

It is indeed a casual diary, and you don’t have to write in it yourself.

Then she discovered something even more incredible: she could record anything she wanted in the diary, and modify it in real time, even dates that had passed.

For example, tracing back to her first diary entry, it can be traced back to the time when she was chanting forbidden spells in her mother's womb.

Then she discovered a very important piece of information. The forbidden spell she was chanting did not exist in this world, but it did have an effect. In other words, the forbidden spell was not fixed and single?

Just like...

"Wind, please bring me the most beautiful things." Bai Qingge closed his eyes and concentrated.

I felt a magic circle forming under my feet and countless wind elves poured into it.

In other words, it's not the spell that's effective, but the Chinese language?

However, the Chinese language in this world is not as easy to learn as in her world.

How to describe it? People in this world understand Chinese as if they understand those indescribable creatures. You can gain strength from it, but you must also prevent yourself from being polluted and eroded.

Therefore, no one dared to read it as casually as she did. If one accidentally misunderstood the meaning, it would not only hurt the enemy but also hurt oneself.

But how can a spell like this that doesn't specify anything be effective? I'd better stop it to avoid causing a big mess.

But those wind elves didn't seem to want it to end like this. Apart from the mysterious elemental elves, they were the second elves to be summoned.

He put all his efforts into trying to please this person with whom he had never been close.

Even if Bai Qingge stopped on his own initiative, the magic circle under his feet was still running.

Uh...isn't this a bit bad?

No, "Stop it!"

However, the magic circle under his feet not only did not dim, but the magic patterns moved faster, as if he was determined to seize this opportunity to show up.

Bai Qingge was so anxious that she scratched her head and tried to stop him for a long time but he didn't stop. Finally, she poured herself a cup of tea.

If she couldn't stop it, she would just enjoy it. She also wanted to see what the most beautiful thing the elves would bring her.

Formation rises.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky, and a tornado as big as a dragon, like a ghost, wandered through the college.

"What's going on? Is some god angry and is going to destroy the country?" The dean on the top of the tower looked at the raging wind dragon and his body trembled uncontrollably.