Chapter Fifteen I Don't Like

  Mages, not only are they highly respected, but also receive a substantial salary from the empire every month. For great mages like Old Carl, one month's salary is enough for an ordinary family to live extravagantly for two or three years!

  Even a first-class magician, the most ordinary first-class magician, as long as he is assessed by the Magic Guild, his monthly salary can support a commoner's family to live well for two months.

  Of course, these are secondary, and the most important thing is the privilege owned by the magician!

  Privileges that surpass those of imperial nobles!

  They can do what they like every day, without serving the empire, and still receive a handsome salary. They can even kill anyone who displeases them at will, as long as the person killed is not important to the empire. In that case, the empire won't investigate these matters.

  Having paid such a great price, the empire had only one requirement for the magicians: in the future, if foreign tribes invaded the empire, the magicians would have to unconditionally obey the imperial edict!

  Foreign invasion?

  Is it the spirits who love peace in the far north? Or is it the dwarves who only know how to dig mines and are self-satisfied? Or perhaps it's those simple-minded, four-limbed beastmen?

  This is nothing but a huge joke!

  For hundreds of years, the Elf tribe has lived in the North and rarely ventured into the Central Plains. The dwarves guarded their dark mines and disdained the prosperity of the imperial capital. Those beast-like beastmen had long been lured and divided by the empire through various means, and to this day they were still in a state of chaos!

  Foreign invasion? That's absolutely impossible!!

  So, the magician became a profession that everyone yearned for. As long as one family among the common people produced a magician, even if it was just a first-level magician, this family could walk proudly on the main street from then on and proudly tell others that they had a magician in their family!

  It's just a pity that the number of magicians has always been small, and not everyone has had the opportunity to become one. Some people have even had magical talent but couldn't find a teacher willing to take them on as an apprentice, so they can only live out their lives in regret until death.

  It's clear that being a magician is something to be proud of!

  Compared to the noble wizards, warriors are a disreputable profession. Without hope of becoming wizards, most people can only wish that they might one day become a warrior, slightly higher in status than a commoner, and thus escape their mundane lives.

  But most of the nobles looked down on these warriors!

  It's not just that there are as many warriors as hairs on a cow, but in the eyes of many nobles, apart from some great warriors, the status of other warriors is even lower than that of many commoners. Because commoners know how to cultivate and harvest grain, what do those warriors know besides eating?

  In a long period of peace, the empire does not need too many troops!

  So many warriors can't find their place to exert their abilities, and can only spend their days wandering in the illusory world of bars, living a life of idleness and waiting for death.

  Actually, the warriors could go home and farm, living a life just like ordinary people, at least there would be a use for their martial skills. However, the warriors were unwilling to live such a peaceful and comfortable life. They became warriors in order to escape the daily drudgery of farming, so most warriors would rather starve every day waiting for opportunities to rise to fame than return to their hometowns and honestly live as ordinary people.

  It's not because they don't want to cultivate the land, but because they are unwilling to surrender!!

  Under the influence of this atmosphere, a vicious circle gradually formed - to get rid of their civilian status and learn martial skills, then graduate and wait for the opportunity to be hired as a knight by a noble or magician. However, such opportunities are extremely rare, and each of them is well aware that they can't become a warrior above level 4, so it's hard to get hired by a noble or magician. But they are not willing to return home like this, so they can only muddle along day after day.

  During this time, some lucky ones were recruited by nobles or magicians, while others died in the midst of troublemaking. Some joined mercenary troops, but most were still lost in this illusory life.

  If I had to describe this group of people with the most popular phrase among the nobles recently, it would be - a bunch of arrogant yet incompetent guys who will remain like this for the rest of their lives!

  It's clear as day that the status of mages and warriors is like heaven and earth!!

  So, at the same time Lin Feng said this sentence, Old Karl got angry!!!!!

  "You damn brat, you little scoundrel, you're driving me crazy!!"

  Old Karl seemed to have recovered his strength, looking full of energy. He stood on the spot, with a furious expression, pointing at Lin Feng who was still in Nina's arms and stomping his feet: "You, you, you are really infuriating me! You actually want to become a warrior! You..."

  Obviously, old Karl was so angry that he couldn't speak.

  "Lin Feng, how could you do this? You're giving up on being a noble magician to become a warrior? Lord Carl has been so good to us mother and son, how can you disappoint his kindness like this..."

  Nina hadn't even finished speaking when Old Karl picked up where she left off: "You little scamp, you're really infuriating me! With your talent, it's almost certain that you'll reach the level of a Great Mage before the age of 35! And yet, with such great talent going to waste, you actually want to become a warrior? Has your brain gone soft?! Oh, forgive me for speaking crudely, Bright God above... I'm just too angry..."

  At this moment, Old Karl almost forgot that he was going to take Lin Feng as his apprentice because of the strange electric current on Lin Feng's body. After testing Lin Feng's magical talent yesterday, Old Karl had already made up his mind to take him as his apprentice. After all, he was already very old, and if he didn't find someone to pass on his knowledge and experience about magic, it would be a real pity!

  And then there was the great alchemy business, after Lin Feng had given him a quilted jacket last night, he was preparing to pass it on to him bit by bit when Lin Feng reached the level of a fifth-grade magician, but this kid told him that he wanted to become a warrior!!

  Damn it! Is the God of Light playing a trick on me?!

  Old Karl's heart is bleeding profusely!!!!!

  Old Karl couldn't hold back his anger anymore, he took two steps forward to Lin Feng, pulled him out of Nina's arms, grabbed his collar and said with a furious face: "You little brat, you must give me a reasonable explanation, damn it, are you playing tricks on me!!!"

  "Teacher, you're hurting me."

  Compared to Old Karl's angry voice, Lin Feng seemed exceptionally calm. Although he was also startled by Old Karl's intense reaction, he knew that he had to remain calm at this moment.

  Wriggling free from Old Karl's grasp, Lin Feng thought about how to respond while adjusting his collar and dusting off his clothes. Just as Old Karl was about to pick him up again, Lin Feng finally spoke up in a calm and collected tone: "Hmm... because I don't like it, I think I'm not suited to be a magician."