During the past few days of construction work on Ande Island, Morse became much quieter. His behavior was no longer ostentatious, and he no longer pursued illusory titles, because he felt that he was doing something meaningful, which made him feel more fulfilled than any illusory reputation.

He had just used magic to help several families move stones. They all looked at Morse with grateful and sincere eyes, which made him feel very happy. He felt needed and cared for, and he couldn't help but smile.

Student Sam came over and asked curiously: "Teacher Morse, why are you smiling so happily? Did you make a breakthrough?"

Morse smiled and said, "No, I just smiled because I felt happy. There is no reason."

"ah?"

Sam scratched his head in surprise and said, "Well, teacher, we still need help over there, let's go over there quickly."

"Tuo!"

Upon hearing this, Morse did not refuse and immediately went to another place with his students.

He agreed, and Teacher Dulu smiled and said, "Look, Brown, I was right. The one who has changed the most in the past few days is Morse. He used to be noisy and energetic, looking down on this and that. But now when he is in love, he is the first to rush to protect the people he used to look down on."

Teacher Brown folded his hands and snorted, "Who knows if he is just pretending? He has looked down on us a lot since he came here."

Teacher Du Lu sighed and said, "After all, he is just a child who grew up in a honeypot and has little experience. You have to give him time to grow up. I believe he will become a great magician in the future."

Brown sneered. He just couldn't stand Morse. Everyone knew that he came to Grants College just for Teacher Hecate and had bad intentions.

In the afternoon, a magic letter flew to Morse who was working. He took it, looked at it, frowned, went to tell the manager, and left.

His father asked him to go back and see what happened first. If it was a small child, he could come back to work.

Soon, Morse returned to the Magic Association of the Kingdom of Cardenas. At this time, his magic robe was covered with a lot of dust, and it did not have the usual exquisiteness and nobility. However, he did not care at all and just walked in.

When the acquaintances in the Magician's Association saw Morse like this, they all wondered who had beaten him up and came to complain to his father.

Morse ignored him and went to the president's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The president of the Magicians Association was surprised that the person outside the door turned out to be his son. When did this guy learn to knock on the door?

Morse asked, "Dad, what do you want from me?"

The president didn't have time to think about this strange point, but immediately said: "You took hundreds of magic materials to Grants College before, we can let it go, can you see if you can let the thunderstorm magicians of Grants College participate in the devil hunting operation?"

"Devil Hunting Operation?" Morse frowned and asked, "What is this?"

The president said: "In the past few days, a kind of ugly mermaids have appeared in the surrounding kingdoms. They look exactly like the devil mermaids in history books, and they are very powerful. They hunt ordinary people everywhere, causing great trouble to the kingdom."

"Therefore, this time the Magicians Association intends to take the lead and organize magicians to eliminate these devil mermaids."

Morse said: "I've been there for almost half a year, and I haven't seen the thunderstorm magician once. Besides, if you really want her to participate in your devil hunting operation, you shouldn't use those magic materials to coerce her. They are my voluntary donations."

When the president heard about voluntary donation, he got angry and cursed: "Voluntary, did you get the association's approval?!"

Morse lowered his head slightly and said, "...I'm sorry."

The president's temper disappeared all of a sudden. This was the first time that Morse asked him to bow his head and apologize, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

He sighed, realizing that he hadn't cared how he had spent the past six months at Grants College.

"Morse, you seem to have changed a lot."

Morse smiled and said, "I don't feel any different. I'm still me."

"Really?" The president looked at him doubtfully.