"Three hundred years ago, a great school broke through the barriers of blood and was founded on the island of Phuket. Today, we are standing in this school, standing in this land soaked in the hard work and sweat of our predecessors. ”

"The establishment of this school, like the fire stolen from heaven by Prometheus, has brought new hope to thousands of seekers who have no bloodline and no systematic way of learning. ”

"The establishment of this school, like the rising star that appeared before dawn, heralded the explosion of modern magical civilization. ”

Today, three hundred years later, however, we must admit that the discrimination of blood has not disappeared from the wizarding world, and that young wizards who lack talent are still rejected by the small groups that think they are. ”

"They clamored that 'there is no noble thought, only noble blood,' they insist that 'the essence of education is to stimulate and guide students' talents,' and they practice narrow 'freedom and justice', and they are proud of it!"

"Their stubborn stance seriously deviates from the original purpose of the establishment of First University!"

"This is not the school that the nameless principal wants to see!"

"Today, we are gathered here to get more people to open their eyes and look at this filthy sky overhead, this sky with blood...... Raise your arms with a loud voice! Contribute your wisdom with heart!"

"This is the 'Divine Will' of the First University!"

"This is the thunder that exploded before everything revived in spring!"

"This is the 'verdict' of we, who represent the advanced direction, against the backward forces!"

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On the bluestone, the tall and thin wizard who gave the speech waved his arms, his expression was excited, and his tone was impassioned.

Under the bluestone, there are more and more young wizards watching, cheers, whistles, and dull popping sounds after the overload of trumpet flowers, sometimes mixed with some blue-white flashes, which are reporters who have heard the news and are taking pictures.

Even on the shore of Linzhong Lake, not far from this small square, there are more than a dozen fish-man heads floating on the surface, listening with relish.

Zheng Qing and his two companions stood on the periphery of the crowd.

Although the young wizard didn't use a sound amplification spell or a similar alchemy paraphernalia, the subtle cold wind helped him, allowing his voice to reach the ears of more passing students.

Zheng Qing stood on the periphery of the crowd, his brows furrowed.

"I always thought that the two of them were just competing for the first place. The young public-funded student clearly captured the deeper content of this speech, and his tone was a little serious: "How does it sound like this contradiction still has a tendency to expand?"

Clearly, the speaker standing on the bluestone was most likely a sorcerer from the 'Divine Will', and what he was attacking was the same theory that the Blood Friends upheld.

In Zheng Qing's impression, the contradictions between student associations are generally the struggle for seats at the joint meeting of the student union, or the opposition of the "east wind overpowers the west wind, and the west wind overpowers the east wind" at the policy discussion meeting of the student union.

No matter how bad it is, members of different societies post a few weird articles on the bulletin board, or hunting teams belonging to different societies fight desperately on the hunting ground.

And now, listening to the speech in the small square, he suddenly figured out that something was not quite right.

Lei Zhe's divine will attacked not only the Blood Friendship Society, but also the behemoth standing behind the Blood Friendship Association, Alpha Academy—or rather, the teaching philosophy that Alpha Academy has always adhered to.

Unlike Zheng Qing, who was listening attentively to the speech, Xiao Xiao was taking notes wholeheartedly—because the recording speed was so fast, he didn't have time to smooth out the quill (zha).

After hearing the young public-funded student's question, Dr. Xiao just waved his hand and signaled: "Let's talk later, listen first, don't talk." ”

When Zheng Qing heard this, he had no choice but to tie up his stomach in confusion and wait for the doctor to explain his doubts.

Fortunately, the wizard's speech was nearing its end, and he was using a series of analogies, metaphors, etc., to strengthen the rhythm and momentum of his speech:

“...... I noticed that many of the young wizards standing here today come from long-established wizarding families. They are not shackled by a narrow bloodline and inheritance, but bravely embrace the sacred will of this school!"

"And they are not our only comrades-in-arms!"

"We come from the society of Baiding, from the alleys of the northern district of Beta, from Danhag, from the Four Seasons, from the dark basement of the Castle of Thorns, from the hidden camp on the banks of the Rhine, from the silent cemetery, from the bright starry sky, from the wastelands and dense forests that have been carved out in the new world beyond the blue star!"

"We come from all corners of the known world and stand on this campus for a great dream!"

"This school has lost its way!"

"It's up to us to rescue it and make it find its right path again!

"When we fight, we can't retreat, we can't surrender, we can't give up!"

"Until victory, then, we can laugh and hug each other - then, for all of us, wizards, the word will be given a whole new meaning. ”

"He will not favor one over the other because of the difference in bloodline, will not be resentful because of the difference in origin, and will not lose confidence in this starry sky and the road under his feet because of his hard work!"

"He will walk firmly on the 'road' and open up a more distant future for our descendants!"

"Students, today, I stand here and say to you that although the road in front of us is full of bumps and thorns, it will never become a nightmare that hinders us from moving forward, on the contrary, through that vague dream, we can see the future in the fog...... That is true, full of justice and equality!"

"He is a ship that stands on the shore and looks out into the sea and can already see the tip of the mast, he is standing on the top of a high mountain and looking far away at the east, he is a morning sun that is about to burst out in the east, he is a baby that is about to mature in the womb of a restless mother (1). ”

"He's so close to us, he's almost within reach!"

"Our opponents, bound by the shackles of tradition and antiquity, are struggling and have no bright future. ”

"The bloodline used to be alive. In the darkest of times, it preserved the legacy of the wizards, like a traveler holding a candle in a storm, which is admirable. ”

"The bloodline is dying today. In its brightest age, it stubbornly clung to its position, and spared its bean-sized candlelight, ignoring the fact that beyond the candlelight there was a blazing sun. ”

"There is no future for the pedigree. Like a kappa trekking in the desert, every step of the way consumes the little essence of its lunar plate. ”

"Each of us throws a grain of sand, and it will eventually merge into a sea of sand, drowning the dying past. ”

"The sand dunes that eventually pile up are the tombs of the bloodline!"

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