## Chapter 98: Training Camp
On the track were a few Students, who seemed to be people Sha La knew well. When they saw Sha La, they all walked over. There were both men and women among them, but when they saw me standing beside Sha La, they stopped and hesitated, unsure whether to come over. Sha La, however, smiled and greeted them first.
"Nia, Weiss, good morning, everyone."
Seeing Sha La's usual sweet smile, they finally mustered their Guts and walked over, greeting me first.
"Hello, Lord." "Good morning, Lord."...
"Mm."
I smiled and nodded. It was great being in the Other World. If this were my Original World, these 'brats' wouldn't care who you were! They'd just ignore you.
Seeing my Approachable appearance, they also relaxed and chatted lively with Sha La. However, their Gaze would occasionally glance over at me, seemingly very curious about my Status.
Seeing their appearance, I couldn't help but think of my own student days. It seems the Training Camp wasn't much different. However, perhaps because of the War, the people here, although young, were much more mature.
Sha La was clearly the core of this small group. Thinking about it, although she wasn't from a famous family, she at least had a Class Changer father. Calling her a young lady wasn't an exaggeration. Coupled with her Appearance and Character, she naturally gained everyone's support. Seeing the fervent Gaze of the boys in this small group, even some Students on the track would occasionally look over, showing how much destructive power Sha La possessed. Of course, more were focused on their Training. After all, in this World, survival and Strength were far more important than women.
At this moment, Sha La was a little absent-minded. She wanted to introduce her Big Brother to everyone, but for some reason, everyone seemed to intentionally or unintentionally avoid her Big Brother, leaving her unable to find a topic. She was also afraid of neglecting her Big Brother, so she could only cling tightly to his arm, continuously murmuring "Mm-hmm, ah-ah."
Unable to bear seeing Sha La's awkward, pleading Gaze, I lightly coughed and gently stepped forward. Immediately, the voices of this group stopped abruptly. It seems my Status still brought them a lot of Pressure.
"Sha La, introduce me to your Friends. I'm very curious, you know." My Gaze lightly Swept over the seven girls and five boys. I said with a smile.
"Okay... okay."
Seeing how Understanding I was, a moving smile immediately appeared on Sha La's face.
"They are my good Friends. This is Nia, this is Weiss..." After Sha La finished introducing them one by one, she pulled my arm, her face revealing the unique charm of a Maiden in love.
"He is... he is my... well, Big Brother, well... not exactly, this..."
When it came to introducing me, Sha La suddenly didn't know what to say. Originally, with a maiden's reserve, the term "Big Brother" was the most appropriate. But seeing her Friends' unconcealed curiosity, the naive sensitivity of a girl in love made her feel threatened—it wasn't like that. Although he was Big Brother, he was even closer than a Big Brother. He was *her* Big Brother alone.
She wanted others to know, but she didn't know how to express it. Thinking of this, she immediately cast her slightly misty, rosy eyes towards her Big Brother. In her heart, Big Brother was omnipotent and would definitely understand what she meant.
Naturally, I couldn't understand what little idea was turning In One's Head. However, I couldn't ignore her pleading gaze. So, I could only continue after Sha La's words.
"Mm, hello everyone. My Name is Wu Fan. Currently, my Status is Sha La's brother, but after Sha La completes her studies, she will officially become my Wife."
*Thump*, I seemed to hear the sound of the five boys' Heartbreak. Seeing their Dejected appearance, I couldn't help but feel a chill. Why did this scene look so familiar? Wasn't it a classic scene from most Novels? The Role of the Fiancée is usually played by an insidious and idiotic Antagonist, and at this point, according to the plot development, a "certain Protagonist" should bravely step forward, unafraid of "Authority," loudly reprimand, and courageously fight for his Love.
Unfortunately, Novels are just Novels. The Status Level difference was there. Give them ten times the Guts, and they wouldn't dare to stand up and say anything. These five were indeed worthy of having Mage Aptitude; they quickly adjusted their Mindset rationally. After all, they weren't here to talk about Love. Love was still too distant for them. However, in their Gaze towards me and Sha La, a hint of disappointment and helplessness still occasionally flashed. It seemed they would be down for quite a while.
Originally, I said this just to make the others give up on this idea. Unexpectedly, it perfectly matched what Sha La was thinking. At this moment, she turned her head, slightly raised her chin, and looked at her Big Brother with an infatuated Gaze, holding his arm tightly. Her first love's maiden heart was as sweet as if it were soaked in a honey jar.
Sha La's Gaze full of Love was too much for me to handle. *Sweat*, I merely stated my previous promise; there was no need to be so excited. Looking at her misty eyes, watery and seemingly covered by a charming veil, her petite and perfect nostrils fluttering slightly, her thin cherry lips slightly parted, with a soft luster and faint fragrance, emitting a fatally alluring Aura. If my self-control hadn't greatly improved, I might have turned into an animal driven by Primal Urges.
Fortunately, Sha La was currently facing away from her Friends, clinging tightly to me, so only I could see her Expression. If others saw her alluring Appearance, I would suffer a huge loss. The Quantity of Love Rivals would definitely increase geometrically.
"Cough cough..."
I coughed a few times to cool down my nearly boiling Primal Urges, then gently stroked her little head. I particularly liked this action. Sha La's Hair was too soft and smooth and had such a good Feel. And after each stroke, a faint hair fragrance would linger on my hand. Was this the Otherworlder man's version of "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"?
"Hey, you guys. What are you standing there for? Hurry up and join the Exercise!"
A middle-aged Voice came from not far away. Huh? This Voice, it seems a bit...
Hearing the Voice, the other 12 people hurriedly turned their heads. Even Sha La quickly loosened the little hand that had been holding me tightly. Holding it from morning until now, once that warm and soft Feeling left, I really felt a bit unaccustomed.
I couldn't help but look up as well. Firstly, the Voice was a bit familiar, and secondly, I wanted to see what this "Instructor" level person looked like.
After seeing his Appearance clearly, I was immediately speechless—Damn, no wonder the Voice was so familiar. Wasn't this the "Talkative" Mage from the Black Moor? But thanks to him, I was able to become acquainted with Druv and the others.
He didn't seem to notice me. At this moment, he walked over with a serious Expression, loudly reprimanding Sha La and the others. His Instructor-like Tone left me stunned. *Oh dear*...
After a while, this long-winded Mage finally stopped, still not satisfied. Just as he was about to urge these Students to go down and train, he finally discovered me standing to the side. His eyes immediately widened.
"Hello. We meet again." I slightly nodded in greeting.
"H-hello, respected Lord." The Mage's Voice was a bit stuttering. This was an important figure from the Rogue Encampment! How did he end up here?
"No need to be polite. I just came to the Training Camp casually with Sha La to take a look. As for you, weren't you at the Waypoint in the Black Moor? How are you also serving as a Mentor... oh, Mentor here?" I asked curiously.
"The Quest of being stationed at the Waypoint was decided by drawing lots. My original job is a Mentor," the Mage explained as if it were natural, almost making me fall headfirst to the ground. Drawing lots? No wonder Akara said that the old fellows in the Mage Guild had playful characters.
With the Mentor here, Sha La and the others naturally couldn't stay any longer. The group returned to the track and slowly started training.
"Excuse me..." Only now did I remember that I didn't know this Mage's Name.
"Oh. I... I was truly too rude. My Name is Yale, Havettes. Lord Fan can just call me Yale." Yale was Smart; he saw my meaning at a glance.
"Mm, Mage Yale, you are Sha La's Mentor, right?" I didn't stand on ceremony with him and said directly.
"Yes, Lord Fan."
"Then what do you think of Sha La's Talent?"
"Sha La?" Yale's Gaze fell upon Sha La in the distance. Finally, he shook his head.
"The possibility of her Class Changing into a Wizard is not high." Indeed, they were all straightforward bookworms. They clearly knew my close relationship with Sha La; couldn't they have said it more tactfully?
Seeing my slightly gritting-teeth Gaze, this "Talkative" Mage suddenly realized and hurriedly continued.
"However, this child's comprehension of Fire Magic is not inferior to a Wizard's. But, I believe Lord Fan also knows that if one is only proficient in one element of Magic, they cannot Class Change into a Wizard."
"You mean to say that Sha La only has Talent in the Fire Element, and other elements...?" I said, feeling a bit unwilling.
"I'm afraid that's the case. Therefore, she is very likely to become an excellent Mercenary, but wanting to Class Change into a Wizard, to be honest, is not very likely."
"Alright, I understand. Thank you, Mage Yale."
"Not at all, Lord Fan. I am merely performing my Primary Duty."
"Also, regarding Sha La from now on, please take good care of her."
Seeing that I actually Saluted him, Yale promised, looking a bit at a loss: "Not... not at all, please... please absolutely do not do this. I will definitely take good care of Sha La in the future. I will also inform the other Mentors. I absolutely will not disappoint you."
*Sweat*, so he wasn't the only Mentor. That's good too.
"However, Lord Fan is truly very fond of Sha La," Yale said Incredulously. An Advanced Transformed One actually Saluted a Mage whose Status was much lower than his. In Yale's view, this was a remarkable thing.
"Because she is my Fiancée," I said lightly. Yale nodded his head, pondering.
"Wait, Lord, can I trouble you for a moment?"
Just as I was about to take my leave, Yale suddenly called out to me...
The Courses at the Mage Training Camp were not very rigorous. Arriving in the morning was Stamina Training. Although Mages had Warriors providing Protection in front, there were always times when they encountered invincible enemies and needed to escape. You couldn't expect a Warrior to carry you and escape together, right? So Stamina was still necessary, especially for Sword Mages, this type of Mercenary suitable for both long and short range. Physical fitness and Swordsmanship Training were even more essential.
After the morning's physical training, there were formal Courses taught by a Teacher, divided into beginner, intermediate, and advanced stages. This method of division was rough. For example, in the beginner class, some Students who had just arrived definitely couldn't keep up with the Course, while some who were close to advancing already knew the Courses taught by the Mentor well. There was no way around it; after all, there wasn't a unified mode of starting school and teaching here. Mentors just constantly explained the Knowledge to be learned at this stage. Most of it relied on one's own effort. There was no guarantee of Advancement and Employment here. Those who couldn't persevere to the end could only obediently go home and engage in Herding and Farming. After the morning Courses, the afternoon was constantly spent on Meditation and Practice.
After Sha La and the others finished their early morning Stamina Exercise, they all came to the Classroom. The so-called Classroom was actually just an open-air Large Tent. Some even taught classes directly in an open-air environment. Sha La was in the second group of the Beginner Magic Class. After they all sat down and opened the complex and heavy Magic Book in their hands, their Mentor, Yale, also walked in. Unexpectedly, a Figure also followed behind him. Sha La Incredulously rubbed her eyes. That person, who else could it be but her Big Brother?
Uh... Originally, I didn't want to come. Not to mention that I was almost completely ignorant of the theoretical Knowledge of Magic, I originally wanted to show off the Special Forces Training method from my Original World. Aren't there many such plots in Novels? But when I truly saw the Training Methods of those Warriors, I very wisely threw all those things to the back of my mind. Damn, they have experienced tens of thousands of years of Cold Weapon Warfare. The methods for training Warriors are already n times more advanced and arduous than Special Forces Training. Do you really think Otherworlders are fools?
However, in the end, I still couldn't resist the temptation. I don't know how to explain Magic. I believe the Students are already experiencing auditory fatigue from this Knowledge. But my Trial over the past nearly a year is all genuine. Bringing it out to impress these Students is simply more than enough.
Mage Yale first respectfully asked me to stand to the side, then walked In Front of everyone with a serious Expression. I didn't see him being long-winded; he directly entered the topic.
"Hello everyone. Today, we are fortunate to have invited one of the most Powerful Class Changers in the Rogue Encampment—Lord Wu Fan, the Lone Druid—to give us a valuable Course. Please be sure to approach with a grateful heart and listen carefully to Lord Fan's Teachings. In the future, you will discover that every sentence Lord Fan says are Signposts for your survival."
"...￥%..."
The Students below immediately erupted in an uproar. Even these Future Mages, known for their rationality, were also shocked by it. The Training Camp had also invited many people to teach classes before, but they were all just Newly Promoted Transformed Ones, or simply Veteran Mercenaries. How could a truly Powerful Advanced Transformed One have the free time to teach classes to these Rookies!
Moreover, the Lone Druid Wu Fan, for these young people who admire Heroes, is even more well-known. A Genius Druid who Class Changed at 21, Trialed alone, and in just less than three years had already risen to Level 15 (this was Old information from the Black Moor). His Deeds from the Cold Plains to the Tamoe Highland spread from the mouths of many who had received his favor or Adventurers who had fought alongside him, enough to make these Students who couldn't even defeat Fallen yet go crazy.
Among the Students, especially Sha La's 12 Friends were the most surprised. They had just thought I was just a Newly Promoted Transformed One. Who would have thought I was that Druid, the Second Master who was close to becoming Sharna's equal? At this moment, they all looked at me with shocked expressions, regretting why they didn't talk to me more just now. That was enough Capital to brag about for a long time! As for Sha La, they were even more Envious/Jealous.
Amidst the sounds of everyone discussing, I walked onto the stage, then subtly winked at Sha La. At this moment, she was staring at me infatuatedly. The Attachment and Admiration in her eyes, even I, this Love Idiot, could see it.
After I walked onto the stage, it had already quieted down below. Seeing the hundreds of pairs of fervent eyes looking over from below made me feel a bit unaccustomed. This won't do. Image, maintain Image. I can't lose face In Front of Sha La.
Lightly took a breath, I straightened my face and coldly glanced at the Students. The Presence cultivated by years of Slaughter immediately suppressed these little fellows.
"I believe everyone has already heard a little about me, so I won't talk any more Nonsense. Regarding Knowledge in the area of Magic, although Druids are also somewhat proficient, I specialize in Shape Shifting and Summon. My understanding of Magic is not deep. Therefore, today, what I am going to talk about is not Magic, but Knowledge regarding Trial that is very likely to determine your life and death. Of course, the premise is that you can at least become a Mercenary. Otherwise, just treat it as a story."