The Rise of Annixon Bright 37 The High Society Scholars

He slapped his own forehead, "You're a scholar, yet you think I am stupid enough to fall for that? "

"Senior, let me handle this."

A dracanain girl showed up. She had a hood over her head. The older scholar looked at her and said, "Get rid of him. I don't want a barbarian in this institute."

She nodded and walked towards Annixon, "Follow me please."

Annixon obliged, and followed her to a secluded room. She gestured towards a chair.

She sits opposite him behind the desk. She removed her cape.

A striking beauty. It made Annixon choke a bit. Her skin was like the most precious pearl, beautiful and radiant. Her eyes where mixed color. One blue the other red. Her horns were slightly smaller than the other dracanain people he saw. Beautiful curved face with perky lips. For some really odd reason, Annixon wanted to taste those lips. This girl was evoking a desire for the first time since he came to this world. An obstacle of emotion, besides she is a scholar. D'verg wasn't kidding when he said that they were a bunch of stuck prudes.

She started to speak up, "If you want to use the library you will need to prove yourself as a scholar. The next step is, you will have to actually become a scholar. We vow to abstain from the pleasures of the mortal world in the search of knowledge. I have been a scholar since the age of thirteen. I lived here for twelve years and still going. You can only leave until you found a solution to your problem. It's one of the key rules for getting into the Institute."

Annixon listened patiently but the curiosity got the better of him, "So what is your field of study?"

"Mine? Mine is impossible to figure out. I once saw a butterfly fly and asked why can't we as a species not fly. We are gifted with the power of the dragon after all."

She pointed to her scales on her face.

Annixon laughed, "That is a really odd subject to the chase. I will answer your question right here, right now. You need to first understand the law that governs that. Gravity, pressure and buoyancy and how they intercorrelate with each other, thus the next set of rules comes into play. Lift, drag, thrust and weight."

"Wait, stop, what do you mean gravity, pressure and the boy thing?"

Annixon lifted an eyebrow He picked up a paperweight on the table and dropped it, "That is gravity. To surmise it basically means that there is a force that attracts all things to itself, but it's a whole lot more than that. Let's just say you need a way to counteract gravity, hence pressure and buoyancy. To describe pressure is something like a kettle. When it starts boiling and screeching it means that the water has built up enough pressure in a contained environment. Now basically that means the exact same thing with air. Pressure is your friend, but true flight isn't capable without thrust, but of course, you ain't gonna get the same result if you use a rock to fly. Could you give me a piece of paper."

She quickly produced a piece of paper. Annixon folded it into a paper plane and tossed it. It traveled for a bit before hitting the ground.

The lady was speechless, she just saw a piece of paper fly!

"That, let's call it a plane, had four factors that worked on it. I as the thrust, the wider wing for lift, the shape acted as the drag and due to its weight, it was able to float. The body has none of these characteristics. Hence, you can't fly, that doesn't mean it's impossible to fly. With the appropriate technology, one can fly all the way from one continent to the next in a day."

She couldn't take it anymore. This was just too much information. How was it possible to know something like that, and yet he proved it with the paper plane. A thought occurred to her, "You intend to make this…plane, was it?"

"In due time. First I need to understand how magic works in this world."

"Why, you said that you are a battlemage?"

"Yeah, I did, but you could call me a battle mage in training."
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"So you weren't kidding when you said that you are a battlemage?"

"Why would I lie…mmm…I see the problem now. You help me, I help you. What do you say?"

She shook her head, "I can't possibly see how you could help me."

"You think this is the only stuff I know? Laughable. I know more about the workings of the universe in general, compared to what your library can ever offer. I also intend to boost technology by five hundred years ahead of its time, perhaps even more with the aid of magic."

"Okay, yes you might have told me something out of this world, but boosting technology by five hundred years is far-fetched, to say the least."

Annixon pointed to his head, "It's all up here. It's not a matter of if it's going to happen, it just a case of how quickly it's gonna happen. Hence, I need access to the library."

The lass played with her horns, "Three books. I can allow you to read three. I am not a senior."

"That ideology has to stop, but I will play ball for now."

They made their way to the library but was stopped before they could enter, "Juliza, what is a commoner doing here?"

"Not a commoner. He is a student from Belegranif."

Annixon didn't even know the place. He also didn't feel comfortable with lying.

The other scholar seemed unamused, "It doesn't matter. He proclaimed himself a Battlemage. He didn't even have proof. And a fancy show of magic without a tool doesn't count."

Juliza interjected, "He wanted to expedite the procedure, but I did tell him he is only allowed to see three books."

"Three books then he is out."

"You heard her. You have three books and then you are done."

Annixon needed a way to get some form of proper proof that he was a Battlemage.

Chapter end