Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 242: Thrifty or Luxury

Chapter 242: Thrifty or Luxury

Translator: Udong Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong

"My instructor." Duren Burg placed his arm around Cech Flet’s shoulder intimately as a gloating smile that would make people want to whip him appear on his face, "Are you available now? Do you want to retest this friend of mine?"

Heyse Kinas wanted to throw blood onto Duren Burg, however, he was too feeble to move his limbs. Qian Jin had not only fractured six of Heyse Kinas’s ribs by his kick, but also emitted his warrior power into Heyse Kinas’s body, which moved on a rampage like the death squad. Heyse Kinas’s energy reservoirs seemed to have been smashed.

Isabella had to reconsider Cech Flet, who hadn’t displayed his strength by now. She used to think that these two warriors with the letters from Torrent Battle Fort were the servant of Duren Burg or Isabella.

She was planning to wait until Heyse Kinas defeats Qian Jin and Cech Flet. If Duren Burg or Gabriela insisted on keeping these two with them, she could negotiate and let them listen to class but not let them become actual students of the academy.

Unbelievable...Isabella looked at Qian Jin and Duren Burg up and down. Since this Hydra Bloodline Warrior with primary awakening bloodline power was a not a rival to the ordinary warrior Qian Jin, then Cech Flet...

"Is he a real warrior?" Isabella looked at Cech Flet’s handsome face and pondered. Even if he chose to be a player, he would still possess a bright future. His delicate disposition didn’t match the required iron-and-steel character of a warrior. In this sense, Qian Jin looked more like a warrior.

Isabella didn’t intend to find another instructor to test Cech Flet as she figured that this only young warrior who hadn’t yet received the test would, after all, qualify. If one more instructor was hurt, Punitive Expedition Academy would be defamed a lot.

Defame? A self-mocking smile appeared on Isabella’s face. Wasn’t it a big disgrace for her to have failed in rescuing the instructor who tried to frighten Qian Jin? Wasn’t that shaming enough?

Although she didn’t activate her bloodline battle form...Isabella once again shook her head, despising herself for thinking about dealing with a newly-enrolled student with her bloodline battle form.

"Congratulations to you five. You are now students of Punitive Expedition Academy." A smile appeared on Isabella’s face again. Although she wasn’t happy about her fail just now, these newly registered students were highly outstanding!

The two young warrior warriors who led Qian Jin and his fellows here had a look at Heyse Kinas who was sitting by the wall and vomiting out blood, then the flying knife which had pricked deep into the wall, and lastly Qian Jin who did all this. They shrunk their necks and then exchanged a look with each other subconsciously.

"None of these new students...are easy to deal with!"

Seeing through the connotations hidden behind each other’s eyes, the two young warrior students nodded their heads lightly, feeling lucky that whom they made contact with first was the good-tempered whimsical mage, Gabriella. If it was Qian Jin whom they had talked to first...

This young man dared to beat an instructor in front of the Principal! What else didn’t he dare to do? The two young warrior students looked at Heyse Kinas and rubbed their chests. If they weren’t lucky, they might end up like this instructor now.

After this small trifle, at the price of two fractured arms and six ribs of the extorting instructor, Qian Jin, and his friends were successfully enrolled into Punitive Expedition Academy.

Isabella asked the two young warrior students standing by to lift up Heyse Kinas and send him to the hospital. She then turned to Qian Jin and his friends with a puzzled look.

The academy would arrange instructors of different levels and respective courses for students of different proficiency and development potential.

The more proficient the students were, the greater the efforts the academy would invest in them. Take Gabriella as an example. Ever since she declared her attendance in Punitive Expedition Academy after the general exam, all instructors of the Magic Branch, as well as two vice presidents, were put in charge to oversee Gabriella’s education, on which a special set of courses for magic learning and practicing was designed in line with Gabriella’s conditions.

The arrangement of courses and resources for bloodline warrior Duren Burg would be similar to other bloodline warriors.

Although Fanta Family only had ordinary warriors, the entire family was the spiritual leader for all ordinary warriors; they would still be given the treatment of the highest level in any advanced warrior academy.

As for Qian Jin...Isabella felt it a huge headache. He looked like he was the same age as Fanta Kunge, but his strength was far beyond warriors of bloodline awakening power like Duren Burg.

What would Qian Jin’s future be? Isabella had no ideas, nor cases to borrow from. Should she provide him with similar courses as bloodline warriors who were in the same situation? Should she provide him with better or worse resources since he was an ordinary warrior?

Since there were finite resources in the academy, every bit of these resources should be exploited to the best!

"Your courses and resources..." Isabella stopped for a while and said, "I have to spend several days thinking about it. Do you want to live in the dorm? Or will you live in the Torrent Battle Fort?"

Qian Jin rubbed one side of his nose with his fingers. Entering the endless world was safer in the Torrent Battle Fort since the dorms were more or less disorderly, "Principal, I think we’d better live in the Torrent Battle Fort."

Isabella was surprised for another moment after hearing that they would live in Torrent Battle Fort. It seemed that these students really kept a close relationship with the Fort because the Warrior Union wasn’t a place everyone was eligible for dwelling in. Marc Gavin, the stupid bear, was really lucky to have found these promising young warriors.

"If so, you people follow me." Isabella turned around, and her hair fluttered behind her head. She kept walking forward without looking back, "I will give each of you an identification card. You can tour the campus at your wish. If there are any preferred lessons or preferred instructors, you can join in the class temporarily. Or you can tell me and I will consider arranging proper lessons for you according to your respective characteristics."

Qian Jin kept nodding his head. The advanced warrior academies were quite different from the novice academies in that. The advanced academies would conduct specific teaching schemes in accordance with the different characteristics of the apprentices, which proved to be the most proper approaches that could explore the apprentices’ utmost potentials.

However...Qian Jin screwed his lips. This type of cultivation was gained at a large cost! It was no wonder that anyone who had participated in the human-demon battles would write in their reminiscences that the war was a competition of money to some extent.

If those war machines, namely the warrior students were killed in the human-demon battlefields after a short span, the money and efforts invested in them would be totally wasted.

Having walked in the city-like academy for several minutes, Qian Jin followed Isabella and stepped into an ancient looking small building where a lot of portraits of white-beard old men and wrinkled old women on the wall.

Although these elders lived in the paintings, they gave people a feeling as sharp as fine swords. Despite the fact that they were long gone with vicissitudes of time, dazzling lights would appear when "these swords" were drawn!

Qian Jin found that there was a tiny signature at the bottom of each portrait of respective fonts. Except for the different temperaments, these portraits also produced a feeling as if they were saying farewell to their close relatives.

"These are the Principals of Punitive Expedition Academy." Isabella sat on an old-looking chair whose age was unknown, "On the feeling that their lives were going to the end, they would leave their position and go onto the human-demon battlefields..."

A light of devout admiration appeared in Isabella’s eyes, "It is a shame for a warrior to rest in peace before the war comes to an end."

Qian Jin observed each piece of furniture in the room closely. As he examined these wares longer, his feeling for the thriftiness of these Principals was overturned. Or shall it be called luxuriousness?

Each ware could have been used for hundreds if not thousands of years. It seemed that every succeeding principal would continue using the same objects passed down by the former generation.

These old shabby wares became real antiquities due to the ongoing use by successive Principals and the vicissitudes of time.

Few people could live such a luxury life in using an office filled with invaluable antiquities, other than the leaders of the big families.

"This is your identification card." Isabella looked at Qian Jin who was standing in the same spot with no intention to leave. "Is there anything else?" She asked.

Qian Jin thought about it for a while and tried to reorganize his speech: "Here is the thing. I want to ask for a few days of absence."

Ask for a leave? Isabella’s right hand which was propping her right cheek trembled, wondering whether there was something wrong with her hearing. How could he ask for a leave without knowing which class he was going to get into shortly after the admission?

"For what?" Isabella slightly frowned. It was the prime time for young warriors to enhance their strength, where one day’s leave would even be a big waste.

"I want to bring my father to Torrent Battle Fort." Qian Jin said faintly, "My father devoted his life to raising me, but never for a day has he enjoyed the coziness of life. Now I have possessed a little power, I want to give him a better life. My father has always hoping to take pride in me, and now I have achieved a little..."