left temple, that'll be Hine. — Aiden looked around and lowered his voice slightly. — He's vindictive and likes to cause trouble for people he considers undisciplined. As long as you behave yourself around him, he won't pay too much attention to you.
—It seems you've already made an impression on him. —The dragon also glanced around, but no one seemed to pay them any attention. —You have to be a good shooter.
—Pretty good. —The redhead grimaced. —I drank a calming potion. It's not allowed on the written exam, but you can use it on the practical exams if you have permission from the instructors in charge. I got one. — He seemed to want to say that if it weren't for that, he would never have been able to come here.
– Good for you. – Draco smiled slightly.
– Luckily, not all exams have the same requirements. – Aiden shook his head, dismissing the idea.
– Assemble in three rows! – The crowd was carried away.
The dragon turned towards the entrance from where the loud voice came. Three men came out of Solvein wearing white coats decorated with embroidered swords and gold torsades, blood-red epaulettes and high collars in the same style, and graphite lapels. On the right walked the instructor, whom Draco identified as Hine.
The assembled students and aspiring ones quickly rushed to carry out the order. They lined up before the instructors reached them. Standing in the middle, an older, wiry, completely grey-haired man with the aura of a retired officer adjusted his monocle and scrutinised the cadets. He clicked his tongue and twirled his bushy moustache.
– For those who know me, this is your last chance, – he began in a strong, ruthless voice. – For those who are seeing me for the first time, let me introduce myself. I am Johan Hartmann, retired captain of the Land Army of the Kingdom of Atlantis and senior military instructor at Solvein. My task is to effectively train cadets so that after six years they can call themselves soldiers and military mages. The
