Chapter 283 Visit
Ole and Marshiline looked at each other.
They had supported students from White Tower University before, so they naturally recognized the old dean. But it was their first time seeing this prophet, who had committed suicide out of fear of sin for "blasphemy" in his previous life, slowly breaking up the bread and tossing it into the soup to soften it, while bluntly scolding the Scarlet Tyrant, who had once been a terrifying cloud hanging over the entire empire and had become everyone's nightmare, for drinking iced coffee so early in the morning.
In the previous life, no one had tried to find the "weakness" of this tyrant who appeared almost out of nowhere, no matter if they were blood relatives, teachers or students, good friends or lovers... but no one found anything. The other party was like a person standing on the only reef at the end of the ocean, alone, with nothing, and was the last survivor of the tsunami that destroyed the world.
But now, under the horrified gazes of Aure and Marshilin, the Majesty whispered in defense, "Teacher, the weather is already very hot."
"Have you forgotten how you were so obsessed with writing your thesis back in school, neglecting sleep and eating, eating cold meals every day, and ended up fainting in class from a stomachache?" The old man didn't intend to give him any face. "To save you, I even found a therapist from Evergreen College. But as soon as you woke up, you put a gun to his head—you damned kid, you actually carried a gun in school—and that therapist almost pissed his pants. He couldn't even look you in the eye when we said goodbye, and he couldn't even speak clearly."
"...I apologized." The black-haired young man's mouth slowly tightened. "When I just woke up, I saw someone casting a spell on me. I thought it was someone sent by my uncle."
In the years leading up to adulthood, his uncle kept making small moves. He almost thought he was finally going to get serious, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.
"I told you to get rid of him a long time ago, but you didn't listen. What a shameless time." Rabelais shook his head in frustration. "By the way, how's that arrogant cousin of yours who needs a lesson?"
"He's here with me," his student replied politely. "Don't worry, he won't cause any big trouble."
"Then you have to be careful and on guard." The old man tutted his tongue a few times and said suggestively, "Some people, you only know their appearance but not their true heart..."
Aure and Marshilin: "..."
There's absolutely no way to get a word in.
Ole glanced at Azuka beside him—his expression remained unchanged, his gentle, peaceful smile seemingly welded to his face. He didn't rush to interrupt, but simply listened to the conversation between the master and apprentice with a smile, carefully confiscating the professor's half-finished iced coffee and replacing it with a glass of warm milk.
Nova: “…”
He turned his head away expressionlessly, his lips tightened little by little, and his whole body became gloomy and depressed at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made Rabelais' mouth twitch.
——He didn't know whether to scold the bastard who was suspected of bullying and teasing students, or to praise him for a job well done.
After breakfast, Nova took a rare break and took his mentor on a tour of his land. They visited the shipyard, the school, and the public hospital under construction. The old man was startled by a group of dragons along the way, and his expression became quite complicated after learning the origins of those dragons, especially the young Doom Lord imprisoned in the dungeon.
Dragon Knight...
They then attended a newly launched warlock Q&A session at the guild. Coincidentally, they happened to encounter Percy Brody, who had been roughly disguised, as the lecturer for the first time. After asking the Savior to cast a spell of confusion on the two of them, the professor and his teacher swaggered in.
The classroom was a mess, with all sorts of people occupying the seats. Many students, especially after discovering the new lecturer was a frail-looking young man, barely a grown-up, just an ordinary person, immediately stopped taking him seriously. Even after the young lecturer rapped the blackboard with his pointer for a long time, the class remained noisy. Some even suspected the Limin Party was playing a prank on them, shouting for a replacement—at least an experienced sorcerer, not some hairless brat.
Ever since becoming a sorcerer, Percy Brody had never suffered such an insult. He stood on the podium, his face gloomy and unsightly. If his strength remained the same, he could have simply chosen someone to make an example of, and this group of foolish and ridiculous civilian sorcerers would have immediately been silenced, and would have learned what it meant to respect the strong.
But now, these civilian warlocks, whom he had always looked down upon, were the real masters, while he was just an ordinary person. If he angered these "students", he might even be easily killed.
Percy took a deep breath, repeating to himself that this was the first mission his brother had given him, and he must not mess it up. The black-haired boy walked down the stage with a sullen expression and picked out a student who seemed calmer than the others. He tapped the table with his knuckles, "You, what's your problem?"
He was also a young man, about the same age as him, though a bit thinner. He shuddered subconsciously at the sight of him, and stammered, "Um, it's mainly about the three laws of spell resonance..."
Before he could finish, a man with a thick face laughed out loud, "Kid, you haven't even finished reading 'Basic Spell Theory', have you? Three laws? You're kidding! I memorized them by heart when I was seven!"
The classroom erupted in laughter, and the man immediately became even more proud, cursing at Percy arrogantly: "I spent my points to get this class, and I don't have the time to watch two little guys who haven't even fully grown their hair playing house! Hurry up and find someone capable, otherwise-"
He aimed at the stone bricks under Percy's feet and cast a spell threateningly. Amid the exclamations and cheers of the crowd, a corner of the stone bricks suddenly exploded, and rubble flew everywhere.
Percy calmed down, "What's your name?"
At this moment, he completely ignored the fact that the other party might blow his head off at any time, and instead strode towards the man, leaning over to take a look at the student number posted on the seat.
"Your student number is 14. Because you disrupted classroom order and damaged public property, a small amount of points will be deducted." Percy opened the roster expressionlessly and crossed out the corresponding line without hesitation.
Number 14 was stunned for a long time, then he clenched his fists in anger and shame: "You are looking for death—"
The Shadow Chaser, who had been among the students, was about to attack when he heard the black-haired young man say in a light voice, "Every time you chant a spell, you find that your circuits are sluggish and you can't use your magic power smoothly, right?"
The man's expression froze for a long time. He stammered, "How do you know?"
Percy sneered, "Because of your lisp, especially the very unclear pronunciation of 'si', which is the middle syllable required in almost all chanting - I suppose this gentleman is not yet qualified for non-chanting spellcasting?"
The man's face flushed instantly. He opened his mouth and looked around, but he didn't know how to refute, so he lowered his head in shame.
"Now, back to your question." Percy turned to the thin boy who had originally asked the question. "The Three Laws of Resonance are indeed the most basic magical theory, but their deeper applications are also the most extensive. Almost any transformation of spells cannot escape its shackles. Feel free to ask questions."
Rabelais watched the scene with great interest. "How did you manage to get the young master of the Brody family to condescend to teach these commoners?"
"It's simple," Nova answered slowly, "He wants to prove himself, and he can't beat the rest of the people around me right now."
Although this was the truth, it sounded extremely insulting, and the old man suddenly laughed silently.
After Percy easily answered the questions of several warlocks, the atmosphere in the classroom had completely changed. The ones who had been the most booing at the beginning craned their necks, afraid of missing a single word. It was not until the bell rang that the warlocks reluctantly dispersed after being urged several times.
Percy stood at the podium and let out a long sigh. It was exhausting, even more exhausting than sparring with his classmates at St. Bartholomew's School of Warlocks. Especially since he had to resist the urge to call them idiots. He really didn't know how his brother had tolerated those foolish students for so long...
Just as he was thinking, a voice he had not expected suddenly emerged from the air: "Well done."
The tone was flat and cold, but Percy immediately raised his head and stared at the figure that appeared out of nowhere with wide eyes in surprise: "Brother! Why are you here? Did you come here specially to cheer me up?"
professor:"……"
Professor: “You can think of it that way.”
In fact, even if he didn't come to see it in person, Shadow Chaser would report the situation to him. It was just a coincidence.
But Percy was extremely satisfied with this. He recalled his performance a little nervously, and after finding that there was nothing wrong, he continued to circle around his brother happily: "Brother, you don't know, I was scared to death just now, I thought that number 14 was going to hit me--"
"He won't hit you." Nova glanced at him. "If he really dares to do that, Shadow Chaser will."
Although he was obviously very happy, Percy still had to forcefully suppress the corners of his mouth that kept rising, pretending to be reserved and said: "Well, I know my brother will protect me."
“…”
The professor was silent for a moment, then decided to redirect the somewhat strange conversation. "So far, who among this group of students do you think deserves special attention?"
Percy was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected the sudden change in the assessment scene. He nervously tried to recall and reluctantly chose, "Number six. This person is a little stronger. The others are mediocre... not worth mentioning."
His brother's smoky grey eyes looked at him coldly: "Is it just a matter of strength?"
Percy suddenly stammered, "W-what happened?"
The black-haired young man stared at him for a long time, then slowly lowered his eyes in disappointment. Percy felt his heart tighten. "That guy is a spy, or an undercover agent. He has been trying to find out your identity - didn't you notice?"
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