Li Aozi took note of the Dragon Titan named Dialan, planning to keep an eye on him in the future.
As one after another of the foreign interstellar students left, Curly identified each of their identities.
"The son of the Governor of Azalea Star, Marzis. He's probably here to study Magic Economics to help his father with corporate reforms."
"This is the granddaughter of the Prime Minister of the Cotler Republic, Wilma Dan. She's likely here for political asylum."
"A Purple-skinned Orc sent by the warrior race of the Coster Tribe to learn magic combat. Be careful with them, they're here to learn how to suppress tribal rebellions—pretty common stuff."
Curly looked smug, listing off names like a seasoned expert, which made Li Aozi's originally relaxed demeanor shift.
"Seems like this school isn't that simple."
"It's a hidden gem," Curly chuckled. "I'm telling you, that's just the tip of the iceberg. This school has some deep secrets..."
