So, from the starting point, it was impossible to flirt with the other Zocre and his party, saying that they were only above the guild wizards.

Zokre shouted as he drank from the bottle.

�shit!�We don�t care if others get licenses from the guild or not.�After all, everyone at work is a wizard.�Besides, our boss must have graduated from a prestigious school.�look at dante�He said he broke professional wizards ever since he was in the Royal Magic School.�

�But isn�t that just gossip in the journal submissions section?�

Zokre�s tongue gradually twisted.

�What do you know?�It�s the same anyway.�We have to compete on resumes with the top 5 kids in the kingdom.�Would you vote for us in the association�s main body?�Besides, we�re not even the highest aristocrats.�In the end, you become 9th grade while chasing others, work like a dog and become 8th grade, and after about 10 years like that?�All of the graduates of prestigious schools must have reached the 6th grade and sit in the manager�s seat.�

It was a word that came out while drunk, but it was not a lie.�In the end, accepting the reality, Vivian nodded his head.

�but.�Besides, prestigious schools are not the end.�Even there, the kids who graduate with the highest grades rise to the 6th grade within 2-3 years.�What are you saying to us?�

Zocre said while pointing his finger.

�You know what annoys me more?�Such geniuses eventually become teachers and are assigned to prestigious schools?�It�s an inheritance of talent.�Because genius teachers teach, geniuses come.�In short, we cannot even dare to intervene.�

Little by little, the elixir began to mix with Zocre�s words, but they weren�t entirely wrong.

Of course, there are those who have risen to the top of the wizarding society among ordinary school graduates.

However, such singularities lose their meaning in the face of the magic of average.

Those who graduated from ordinary schools are inferior to those from prestigious schools.

This was the only orthodoxy recognized by the world.

The pessimistic stories that sprang out of the mouths of Zokre and his party continued to hover around the drinking party, not going away even in the wind.

When I was in school, I thought it wouldn�t matter if I became a wizard.�However, once he became a wizard, his earnest heart disappeared like a mirage and a new worry arose.

Looking at the stars, Vivian said a thought that came to her mind.

�Have you ever thought about this?�It�s as if this world is a play.�We live our lives, and someone is watching us.�

Zocre and Ludvans turned to Vivian.

�If that were the case, I would never be the main character.�The audience will never want my success.�You probably won�t even be interested.�Get out of here, no, maybe you want me to die.�

Zocre looked at Vivian pitifully.

He was a sensitive friend since childhood.�But what was truly heartbreaking was the fact that these remarks were not just out of drunkenness.

Maybe what she said is right.

�What are you worrying about?�Life is not a play.�that no one knows�And no one cares about you.�

�But it is.�Sirone, Dante, and Amy.�Do they know how much we wanted to be like them?�I don�t know.�They just get along with each other.�Maybe we didn�t have a place to intervene in the first place.�Like an extra in a play.�

The atmosphere at the drinking party became extremely depressing.

In particular, Zocre couldn�t stand it because he was so pathetic that he couldn�t refute Vivian�s words.

�shit!�what!�It�s a graduation celebration trip!�We passed!�You became a wizard!�I mean we won!�All in all, meet the unlucky children!�

Zocre put the spout of the bottle in his mouth and blew on the nabal.�The strong drink flowed down his throat. JrNovels.com