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How about 'Three Millennia of the Empire'?" asked a melodious female voice from behind. Locke turned around and saw that it was Irene, whom he'd met in the canteen the other day.

The two had bumped into each other a few times on campus after that day, but they were only acquaintances. Locke only knew that her name was Irene.

Locke frowned. He was going to choose 'The Compatibility of Horsemanship and Actual Combat'. "I'm also signing up for 'Three Millennia of the Empire'. As a friend, shouldn't you choose the same subject as me?" Irene crossed her arms and looked at him.

Locke took out 'Three Millennia of the Empire' and went to the registration counter in the library.

Irene smiled when she saw Locke's choice.

"You're not from Aomar, are you?" She followed behind him.

"Yes."

"You don't sound like one to me."

"Which country are you from?"

"Faustian."

"Where's Faustian?"

"....."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go. Let's have dinner together?"

.....

Locke didn't know when it started, but he had a little follower following behind him.

In the evening, Locke greeted Henry and the others and boarded the carriage outside the school gate.

Angelina was already waiting in the carriage. He didn't know how the classes in the caster faculty were arranged, but he felt that Angelina had it much easier than him.

"I'll need you to tutor me on 'Basic Knowledge of Impetus and Magic' tonight." Locke leaned against the back of the carriage and stretched himself comfortably.

It had been a week since the start of classes, but he didn't expect that the first class would be cultural. 'The Complete Dictionary of Aomar' wasn't too bad. He had the basics and Glace would tutor him from time to time, so he could barely keep up.

As for 'Basic Knowledge of Impetus and Magic', he could only keep up with the explanation of impetus. He was dumbfounded by the profound principles of magic and the basic laws of application.

Angelina had been tutoring him for three days now, but his progress was still stuck at the first lesson that the teacher had just taught him.

Locke wondered if Angelina had specifically asked him to sign up for this subject so that he wouldn't be able to leave her.

He hadn't visited Glace for four days in a row because Angelina had to tutor him at night. Suzanne was even worse off. She hadn't spent much time with him in the past month.

He hoped that he would be able to understand 'Three Thousand Years of the Empire' tomorrow. Locke smacked his head. The first knight training class would only be held next week, so he signed up for equestrianism first.

Early the next morning, Locke rushed to Perseverance's classroom.

There was still an hour before class started, but many people were already seated in the classroom. The first three rows were all taken.

Holding the brick-sized textbook, Locke sat on the left side of the fourth row. He was facing the teacher on the podium, so he could listen to the lecture better than other seats.

As soon as he flipped the book open, he caught a whiff of a woman's fragrance. Irene had uninvited herself and sat next to him.

Locke wasn't unfamiliar with the perfume. It was one that Suzanne often wore and was considered a low-end perfume in Princeton. Locke had given Suzanne quite a bit of pocket money, but she was very thrifty and never spent money recklessly. Unlike Glace and Angelina, she always bought clothes that were cheap.

But even so, the perfume named 'Dew of Freshness' had cost Suzanne five gold moores, which made her feel distressed for a long time.

Locke was dazzled by the dense Aomarian text in the textbook, but he still tried his best to read it. He couldn't afford to waste an hour before class started, so he wanted to understand as much as he could.

Irene, on the other hand, had nothing better to do. She took out a makeup box out of nowhere and started putting on makeup in the classroom.

The knight faculty was different from the caster faculty. There were more males than females here, and every female knight was being eyed by countless males. As soon as Irene entered the classroom, she attracted at least one-fifth of the attention in the classroom. Now that she was sitting next to Locke, many of the students sighed. Sigh, another cabbage has been taken away.

Locke had only recently found out that Irene was also a female knight. However, he didn't think that she would be that strong. In fact, he didn't think that there were many strong knights in their grade. The strongest second-year students were low-rank Knechts.

Irene probably noticed Locke's strenuous reading. "I can teach you if you don't understand," said Irene casually. As an Aomarian born and raised in an Aomarian family, it wasn't difficult for her to understand a textbook written entirely in Aomarian.

Locke didn't stand on ceremony. "What does this paragraph mean?" He pointed at a certain paragraph in the textbook.

"Oh, it says that in the year 867 of the Aomarian calendar, Alexander VII agreed to the Sanctum's request to build three caster academies in the empire. In the year 945 of the Aomarian calendar, Alexander VII agreed to the Hall of Knights' suggestion to build seven knight academies in the empire."

Locke pointed at a string of words that looked like tadpoles and murmured, "The Sanctum …" He then pointed at the second half of the paragraph, which was another string of words he'd never seen before. "The Hall of Knights …"

While Locke was mumbling to himself, Irene's attention was elsewhere in the textbook. "How old was Alexander VII? It's been eighty years since the incident, but he's still on the throne!"

Locke wasn't interested in how old an emperor was. He was still pondering over the two new words.

"The previous emperor only reigned for fifty years before he abdicated," Irene lamented.

Not long after, an old man with a white beard and a hunched back slowly walked to the podium. The classroom was already crowded. It seemed that there were many students taking this course.

The moment the old man stood on the podium, the noisy classroom instantly fell silent. None of them were fools. If they were kicked out of the classroom or even expelled from the academy for disrespecting their tutor, they probably wouldn't be able to hold their heads up high for the rest of their lives.

"Ahem, I'm Monkey Kisma. You can call me Tutor Kisma. Next, I'll tell you about the founding of the Aomarian Empire." Although the old man was old, his enunciation was clear and his voice was pure. Locke could roughly understand what he was saying.

Following Kisma's introduction, Locke flipped to the corresponding chapter in the textbook.

"I didn't expect this tutor to be a noble!" Irene leaned over and whispered to Locke. Her hot breath brushed against Locke's ear when she spoke, making his heart skip a beat. Then, he forgot what the tutor was talking about.

Locke glared at her angrily and turned his head away, ignoring her.

After a full day of lessons, Locke packed his things and prepared to leave.

"Hey, Locke, want to get a drink?" asked Henry as he walked over.

Henry didn't sign up for the same elective as Locke, so they didn't attend classes together in the morning. They only met during self-study sessions in the afternoon.

Locke had always wanted to study in the library because the environment there was good and there were many books he could read there. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough points and he didn't know how to earn points for the time being, so he couldn't go there often. He would borrow a book and leave as soon as he could.

"No, I have to go home," said Locke. Most of the people Henry invited to dinner were students of the same age as them. Locke didn't want to go there after one time.

Besides, the girls they invited were the main source of entertainment. Locke hadn't even fed his wife yet, so he wouldn't waste his energy on wildflowers.

"That's true. It's your fault for having such a beautiful fiancée!" said Henry enviously.

Everyone in the group knew that Angelina was Locke's fiancée. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also a Lehrling. It wouldn't be embarrassing to marry her.

Fortunately, they still didn't know that Angelina was a princess. Otherwise, they would be even more shocked.

Outside the school gate, the carriage waiting for him and Angelina was already there. But today, Angelina didn't get in the carriage. Instead, she was surrounded by a group of her friends.

Locke only knew one of them, the red-haired beauty called Joaquin. Her impressive figure was still fresh in his memory.

"There's a party this weekend. Are you going?" Angelina tugged at Locke and asked softly. She knew that he didn't like these gatherings between nobles.

"Who cares? He's just your fiancé anyway. We don't know if he'll end up with you or not!" Joaquin's character was as hot as her hair colour and figure. She was aggressive as soon as she spoke.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at her. "Of course I'll go. Why not? I've been bored lately."

"That's good." Angelina heaved a sigh of relief. She really hoped that Locke could integrate into the nobles' circle. It was also for their future.

"You must be Daenie. Hello, Angelina has often mentioned you to me." Locke turned around and extended his hand to a beautiful woman with light blue hair.

"Hello." The woman was stunned at first, but then she also extended her hand.

Daenie's hands were slender and soft to the bone.