Imperial College started school.
The mages sat at one table, while the warriors sat at the other.
"Instructor, may I ask where the healer knight sits?" Wang Zhe asked.”
"Paladins are a rare profession. You can sit at the same table as the Magician."
The mages all expressed their disagreement.
"Teacher, Paladins are just meat shields and support tools. We don’t want to sit at the same table as him.”
"That’s right, that’s right. We’re noble mages!”
"Mentor, if you let him sit at the same table as us, we’ll all drop out of school!”
The teacher rolled his eyes." You guys can drop out. This class only needs one Paladin to defeat the other classes.”
Just as everyone was shocked and puzzled.
Wang Zhe fell asleep again.
"Ding! The host is training in a simulation battle in the dream! The Saint God’s Blessing has reached the state of perfection!"
"Ding! The host has experienced the great battle of the Demon Gods in his dream! You have obtained the skill to summon Holy Angels! And…