Chapter 306 Chapter 306 What do you want him to call you?
Although Arvid didn't think anyone could really give him trouble - oh, except that guy Daryl.
God has no days off.
Arvid looked at the dim light in the distance and calmly hurried to the next location.
And at this moment, it was early morning at the Alan Magic Academy.
Fran was walking along the long ginkgo tree path on campus, holding a book in his hand, feeling a little anxious.
She had previously thought that she met the requirements and had applied for the job completely with enthusiasm. It was not until she met Milo and was about to start classes officially today that she realized she was nervous.
There is still some time before the agreed time.
Fran couldn't sleep, so he looked over the course preparations he had made carefully again.
It's not that she has no experience in teaching children, but how should she put it? She always felt that this family was a little special, so special that she was very nervous.
But today is also strange.
In the past, the campus was usually very quiet at this time of year.
But today is different.
There was a lot of traffic today, and several steam trains stopped at the school gate. Several of Alan's respected professors got off the trains.
As a coastal city, Aranyaprathet has facilities such as a port and a steam train station. It has always been a prosperous and developed area, and teachers who can work here are generally very beneficial.
Professor-level magicians are generally very powerful.
There is even a famous wise man on this continent, Professor Kurt, a professor of the Holy Angel clan known as the World Sage.
This is a configuration that is not even available in the royal city.
Is there any academic meeting today?
Fran looked over here curiously. So many expatriate professors returned early today.
And most of them are professors of carol courses.
You should know that there are few professors of this type and they are very popular.
Fran was extremely curious and could not help but take a few more glances. The magic alarm clock rang and Fran came to her senses. She hurried out and took a car to Milo's house.
But we haven’t reached the school gate yet.
Another magic-powered car stopped at the school gate.
The passenger seat got out first and then opened the rear door.
A young man with sunset-colored eyes got out of the car.
The man was wearing a white robe and a cloak with golden patterns. His golden hair was long and gathered behind his back. His face looked gentle. When the visitor looked up, he saw Fran hurriedly walking out of the school gate.
Fran took a deep breath.
The reason is simple—this person is Kurt, a member of the Holy Angel Clan who is known as the Sage of the World.
That wise man with profound knowledge.
He is also her mentor in a certain world subject.
Of course, Fran didn't think Kurt knew her.
After all, it was just because of their subject that he had a big class under Kurt.
With hundreds of students attending the lecture at the same time, Fran couldn't even recognize all of his classmates, let alone Kurt.
Unexpectedly, Kurt looked over and said, "Flan?"
He said her name accurately.
Fran was startled.
"Hello, Professor."
Kurt nodded slightly, without any airs, and seemed very easy-going.
"So early?"
"Yes, yes, the student found a part-time job outside the school, and now it's time."
Fran nodded quickly.
"Professors, you're up so early too. Thank you for your hard work."
Kurt smiled a little.
"Go ahead."
Fran walked quickly to the school gate, got on the carriage and left.
Kurt stood there, and soon the professors gathered around him.
"Why did you suddenly call us all here, Lord Kurt?"
Someone asked doubtfully, looking around.
"And most of the teachers here are ode teachers, right?"
Yes.
The reason so many professors gathered here today was Kurt’s sudden call.
Kurt looked at the professors and thought for a moment: "There is a special student who may need a singing teacher."
Kurt said, taking out the recruitment requirements that Kristen had posted earlier.
Of course, Christine's recruitment requirements generally would not alarm professor-level mentors in the college.
But as the sage who is said to be closest to God, Kurt heard the whispers of the world and judged the attitude of God - this seemed to be something that needed to be taken seriously, although he could not see through what was behind it.
But Kurt thought about it carefully and finally decided to call all the professors of the subject of hymn.
If you want to fit in with the world, find a suitable music teacher.
But some things don't need to be explained too clearly.
After all, the relationship between teachers and students is also a matter of fate.
Kurt couldn't force this little guy, who looked normal, to be assigned to these professors.
"ha?"
Several professors came over with frowns on their faces.
"A five-year-old child?"
"It doesn't look like there's any background...it doesn't seem like there's anything special about it."
"You don't even have any experience in this field, you just like singing?"
A group of professors looked at each other in confusion.
I think this is quite outrageous.
No matter what, these big-time professors wouldn't be the ones to teach music to a five-year-old kid, right?
Can't we just let this little guy find someone randomly?
The most accomplished among them was a young man who looked a little rebellious.
"I don't think such a cub needs us to teach it, Lord Kurt, are you mistaken?"
This is Isaiah, the youngest professor of the hymn discipline who has a trace of mermaid blood.
Kurt looked at the group of professors.
He hesitated.
Finally waved his hand.
"You don't have any ideas, right? That's okay."
Kurt thought - this kind of thing is indeed a bit absurd, even if he heard the faint voice from the world.
But it is indeed outrageous to hand it over to this group of professors without any reason.
"That's right, sage. Which parent posted this job posting? A five-year-old child, do you know what it takes to become my disciple? At the very least, you need to be exceptionally talented, with a magical talent of level seven or above."
"I have never accepted a disciple like this before. No, no, no."
"Yes, I understand."
Kurt nodded.
"Then please move to the conference room, professors. I have something to ask you."
Professors:?
"I'm here in person, but I don't know much about the Carol course. I'll compensate you for the impact this meeting has had on you later."
Professors: ???
The other side.
Fran has arrived at the gate of the courtyard.
In the early morning, the roses on the wall are in full bloom, surrounded by a thin layer of mist.
Fran took a deep breath.
Just about to raise his hand to knock on the door.
The door opened automatically.
Fran withdrew his hand, took another deep breath, and walked forward.
She also carried the most basic equipment for detecting magical talent, borrowed from the school's Magic Association.
When the family was explaining things yesterday, they also mentioned this aspect. Little Milo had not been tested for his magical talent, and Fran had also made relevant preparations.
Then the door creaked open.
A small pink head popped out from the door.
Fran paused.
"Teacher Fran."
Little Milo's voice was soft and she looked in a good mood. She greeted her.
"Good morning."
That little baby voice seemed to soothe my soul in an instant.
Fran couldn't help but frown.
"Good morning, Milo."
Fran entered the house.
Milo and Christine were the only ones in the house.
Christine maintained the most basic distance and just supervised Fran's class from a distance.
Although it seemed no different from yesterday, to Fran, it felt different.
Yesterday, the housekeeper didn't seem to be like this -
During the break in class, Fran glanced at Christine not far away and felt something indescribable.
It seemed that the housekeeper didn't care so much about this cub before.
But it doesn't seem right. After all, he is the housekeeper here. How could he not care about the young master?
Just had to say it.
Milo's foundation is really too poor——
It’s not entirely accurate to say that the foundation is poor.
Milo had no knowledge of the culture of this world and had never seen it before.
Learning from scratch.
Although Fran found it very strange, it was actually not too difficult to teach him. The little guy was very smart and well-behaved.
But halfway through, the little guy couldn't hold back anymore, seemed to lack a sense of security, and instinctively wanted to find his parents - not sure whether it was good or bad.
But not long after, in the yard outside, the head of the family sat lazily aside, as if he was busy with his own things, but also seemed to be accompanying the little guy.
"Okay, that's all for today's class."
Fran said, closing the book.
"Milo can review it more often later. It will be fine once you are familiar with it."
Little Milo nodded.
And Fran had already brought the most basic instrument she had brought to determine the level of magical talent and placed it on the table.
"I heard that we haven't tested our talents yet. We can do a simple test first and then register with the Magic Association."
Daryl looked over subconsciously, as if thinking about something.
Little Milo also blinked.
"Don't be nervous."
Fran said with a smile.
"Just put your hands on this."
Children from such a family should have magical talent, but it should not be particularly strong.
After all, the more talented a child is in magic, the better he is at learning and accepting knowledge, because magic really tests one's ability to understand. Those profound spells rely on understanding and instinctive judgment, which are impossible for ordinary people to do. Even if little Milo has not received formal training, he has been exposed to knowledge by osmosis. If he is a very talented cub, he should not be completely unfamiliar with it.
Milo looked at the instrument in front of him, a little hesitant.
He clenched his little hands and looked at his father who was looking at him from a distance.
Milo was a little flustered - after all, he was not a cub here.
He is also completely different from the cubs here.
Magical talent?
In his world, there is no such saying.
"What are you worried about?"
Daryl's voice suddenly sounded behind Fran. Fran's scalp tingled. When he turned around, he found that the parents who were sitting in the yard had come into the house at some point and held the little cub in their arms.
She still had the same nonchalant attitude, but she was very gentle in holding the cub.
"Or is Yuyu going to cry again?"
"...No, Yuyu hasn't cried all night."
"Oh, that's great."
Daryl nodded and patted the cub's head.
Milo is a sensitive, high-needs baby.
The panic subsided with the parents' comfort.
Little Milo looked at the testing equipment——
He had been desperate and afraid countless times.
He has no home, no place to return to.
There is no worse outcome than that now.
What's more, he said that he still has to support his father and protect his father!
The little guy still hasn't forgotten the terrible look on Daryl's face when he lost control, and the bloody scene.
Even without magical talent - he could have supported his father using other methods.
The little cub, who had secretly saved up a sum of pearls, thought to himself as he finally jumped out of his father's arms.
The hand finally rested on the testing instrument.
In fact, as a god, Daryl can see the power surrounding the cub. The magical power of this world is indeed not very compatible with him, but it doesn’t matter - physical fitness can be changed. If the things he has here are not enough, he can also steal Arvid’s.
The test equipment just paused for a moment.
It seemed to be reacting, but also seemed to be really motionless.
Fran was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to start.
And Xiaomilo only felt his body lighten, as if someone gently hugged him.
It was like the same force that had pushed me into this world before.
Gentleman World Consciousness took off his gloves and further rationalized the existence of this little guy who should not belong to this world before Daryl.
As it straightened out one line at a time, the gray "little stone" it had retrieved began to light up little by little as its existence was constantly improved.
As a creature from another world, Milo has too few ties to the magical continent.
The world consciousness that had been watching from the sidelines finally came to an end.
Before Fran could organize her words, she was dumbfounded the next moment - the instrument that measured magic suddenly lit up, and various indicators were quickly filled up.
Daryl seemed to sense something and raised his eyebrows.
He and Milo heard the voice of the world consciousness together - there is no need to feel uneasy. Our world accepts you. This is your home, and we will be your guide...
...You can call me - Godfather.
To a certain extent, world consciousness and the gods who currently dominate the world are symbiotic peers. They influence each other and judge each other's progress in the world.
Daryl Ben snorted lightly, thinking that this guy was a little too quick to act, and he probably had to bear a lot of backlash. Then, before he could even lean back on the chair, he heard the last sentence and looked at the confused expression of the little cub.
...what is this?
What did you ask him to call you?
The Godfather??
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