Chapter 18 18. Sorting Hammer: Department of Civil Engineering
"It has something to do with your prophecy. The third-year professional core course in the Department of Necromancer and Life may... um, not suitable for you." Professor Black Amber said, but did not answer directly.
"That prophecy that I am destined to defeat the Demon King?" Russell asked.
"There are three sentences in the prophecy. The first sentence is 'Russell will definitely defeat the Demon King'.
"If you can successfully be promoted to the second grade, I will tell you the second sentence of the prophecy. When you are promoted to the third grade, I will tell you the third sentence. "
Black Amber said, looking at Russell's eyes, but there was some indescribable strange emotion in his eyes.
The prophecy said...
"If I am really the child of the prophecy, of course I will be very happy. But I am still worried that you have found the wrong person. Russell said suddenly.
Black Amber couldn't help but smile:
"Every son of prophecy who considers himself ordinary has a process of self-denial. Children, don’t belittle yourself. Anyone can be a hero.
"Professor, you have misunderstood. I am not belittling myself. " In most stories, prophecies only serve the purpose of being misinterpreted. A prophecy that is interpreted correctly, develops exactly as it should, and comes to pass naturally is just too boring for the story. "
If the prophecy points not to himself, but to the Russell who wrote "History of Western Philosophy", then we can only hope that Professor Black Amber of the Department of Necromancer and Life knows how to summon the souls of the dead. Russell thought. "You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Principal is
sure However, the prophecy points to you. "Professor Black Amber explained.
Before Russell could say anything, he heard a majestic cascading voice.
"The sorting ceremony has officially begun! "
How is the sorting ceremony conducted?
Russell was curious about this and looked at the wooden chair on the table in front of the auditorium.
Behind the wooden chair was a large wooden hammer suspended in the air.
What a strange arrangement... Russell frowned slightly.
" New students are invited to come on stage one after another to accept their sorting. "A teacher directed the students.
Many freshmen lined up, preparing to go on stage one by one, whispering to each other.
Because the major allocation will take into account the subjective will of the freshmen to a certain extent, so the specific major will be related to the freshmen's aspirations. .
“I don’t know what major I will be assigned to.
"I hope I can go to the creation and summoning department, be able to create extraordinary items, and have guaranteed employment. "
"Come on, that's something only a third grader can do. " If you can become a third-grade super genius, do you still have to worry about employment?
"How cool are the necromancy and life systems, Necromancer. " I don’t even have to find a girlfriend.
"My family is driving corpses in Xiangxi. Now there are too many cremations and there is no way to catch the corpses. " Although I don’t know what the difference is between the teaching content of the necromancy and life departments in the academy. But it’s probably a sinkhole, so don’t enter it! "
I heard that prediction is already a sunset industry. Will the prospects of astrology and numerology not be promising?" "
"Don't believe that alchemy is easy to find a job, or that the 21st century is the century of alchemy. The giant scroll of the deformation and transformation system, really don’t touch it..."
A girl with short aqua hair walked up first and sat on a wooden chair. It was Nanami who had teamed up with Shiro before.
Bang!
The big wooden hammer suspended in the air It fell suddenly and hit Nanami on the head. Nanami gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out in pain. In the
seat behind, Russell showed some doubts:
"Is this what the sorting ceremony is like? "
"In order for the Sorting Hammer to better connect students' thinking and understand their talents, the Sorting Hammer needs to have close enough contact with the students' heads. Head-banging is a ritual extended from the Zen 'stick drink' method, which allows the subject to understand what he really wants. The occult principles involved are quite profound..." Professor Black Amber explained calmly. The sorting hammer floated into the air
again
.
A human face appeared on the wooden hammer, and he hesitated for a moment.
Nanami held her breath, waiting for the result of the sorting.
The human face on the sorting hammer loudly announced the result:
"Nanami, Department of Civil Engineering.
Russell turned his head and asked Black Amber:
"What is civil engineering? " It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with magic school.
"Department of Earth and Wood Elemental Magic and Supernatural Architectural Engineering, a newly opened major in the college. " Although the number of professionals is not large yet, the prospects are very attractive. "Professor Black Amber introduced confidently.
"Oh, it sounds pretty good. "Russell nodded.
On the stage, Nanami stepped down from her seat, her brows tightened, and her expression looked very bad. She
must have been hit on the head very painfully.
Other boys and girls also sat on the wooden chairs one after another, and were hit by the sorting hammer one after another. Head.
After knowing what major they were assigned to, some people were smiling, some were worried, some were crying, and some were crying in pain.
Russell noticed that the department of necromancy and life that Professor Black Amber was responsible for seemed to have the second largest number of people. Fewer, only more than the Department of Civil Engineering.
Soon it will be Russell
's turn to take the stage. The person in front of Russell is a girl with a gloomy temperament. Now she is sitting on a chair, waiting for the sorting hammer to announce the result.
The girl is wearing a pure Black clothes, bangs hanging down, covering almost half of her face, making it difficult to see her eyes and subtle facial expressions.
Her temperament was gloomy, as if the temperature would drop a little when standing next to her.
Russell's heart moved:
This girl looks exactly like a female ghost. She has highly recognizable features and may be a plot character!
"Nocturne, undead and life!" "The sorting hammer announced the results loudly.
Nocturne? Sounds a bit familiar.
Russell suddenly remembered that he had heard this pseudonym before when announcing the list of successful candidates.
(End of this chapter)