Carl lowered his head obediently. When he saw the middle-aged man nicknamed the Tiger of the School of Spells, he realized that he had come at the wrong time.

For this Dean of the Department of Education, who is feared by students, to come to the rescue, things must be very troublesome! "Well, Professor, how about I go out first and you two talk first?"

Forcing a smile on his face, Carl was about to go back out the door when he saw his master waving his hand.

"No need! We are talking about legitimate matters here, you don't have to leave!"

What Mooreban said sounded very reasonable, but the Spell Tiger beside him was already glaring with anger.

Although he did come here to discuss serious matters, but...

After taking a deep breath, Garin Field, the head teacher of the Spell Tower, automatically ignored what Mooreban had just said and continued to talk about what the two had just discussed:

"Moor class, the Ninefold Path competition is about to start preparations. Can you... your Tower of Wonders really not provide us with some funding?"

Hearing this, Carl finally understood what the dean, who was known for his strictness, was here for.

The Ninefold Path is a mage competition held every four years in Arkanix, where students from nine mage towers compete in a series of competitions.

It is no exaggeration to say that the ultimate winners and winning teams of each session are geniuses who can make certain changes in certain fields in the future.

"Hey! Jialin, it's not that I don't want to do this. As you know, we, a group of magicians, have only been stationed in the Magic Tower for less than 30 years. If I were to support your Mage Tower alone, I'd be afraid..."

Seeing that the other party had directly said this unpleasant thing in front of his students, Mooreban knew that his old friend was really forced into a corner.

It is a consensus across the continent that being a mage is a costly profession.

Even though the academy's tuition is high and the Kingdom of Aundair provides a generous grant every year, the mages always have insufficient money.

"I know. So I am here on behalf of the schools of Conjuration, Necromancer, and Abjuration. The number I told you before is also the sum of our three schools."

Perhaps it was too embarrassing to talk about such things in front of students, so while Master Galen was speaking, his eyes were fixed on a pot of green plants on his desk, as if the flowers there were so beautiful.

"Ah? It's the sum of your three schools! I thought..."

Moore stopped talking halfway through.

"I was shocked. I thought that the School of Spells alone would need so much money, but it turns out that it is the activity funds for three schools. Then we at the Tower of Wonders can definitely not offend anyone! We can also provide funds for the remaining four schools!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Mooreban pretended to be embarrassed and took out a form from his desk.

"I will explain this matter to the tower master. Jialin, take the form back and fill it out first."

"good!"

Picking up the three forms, Galen stood up and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he was teleported back to the Tower of Spells.

"The spells of the School of Conjuration are so convenient!"

Looking at the figure disappearing in the blue magic, Carl sighed.

Turning his head, he looked at his master with a pitiful expression.

After confirming that Galen had left, Morban's round body suddenly collapsed.

Looking at his apprentice, he laughed and scolded: "You are finally back!"

As he spoke, he opened his desk again and took out a notebook.

"This is Nia's notebook. After knowing that you were safe, she temporarily stored it with me. Wait for you to read it when you come back."

"Wow, Nia is like my adopted parent! If the age wasn't wrong, I would even want to take her in as my godmother!"

Nia is Carl's academic supporter at Akanix. As a well-known genius of the 1023rd class of the School of Change, she is famous for her intelligence.

She didn't need to take notes for the theoretical courses of the mechanic, so this notebook was written for Carl.

"Okay, if you want to show your determination, go to Nia's dormitory! So, did you gain anything from this trip to the dungeon?"

With his thick fingers poking Carl's shoulder, Mooreban tried his best to be serious as a teacher, intending to test his apprentice.

Seeing this, Carl did not hide it and directly opened his backpack to summon out the power armor.

"Oh! You are already level 3? Hmm~ The power transmission structure of the power armor needs to be improved. The ultimate strength attribute of this medium-sized power armor must reach at least 20 points to be considered excellent."

There are also great differences in the performance of strength attributes of people of different body types. The power output of a medium-sized power armor is similar to that of a professional of the same body type.

"Master, you think too highly of me. I can only barely survive in the dungeon. I racked my brains to make this power armor. You can't use the standards of the seniors to embarrass a second-year student like me."

After taking off the power armor, Carl made a bitter face and tried to justify the defects of his power armor.

"Well, at your age, it's good enough that you can come back alive after encountering something like this. Don't forget to go see Nia later. She has become more and more withdrawn since you disappeared."

"The phenomenon of the Change School forming cliques is getting serious again?"

"Heh! A gang poisoning case happened a few days ago, and someone tried to assassinate his junior a month ago. I heard that the dean of the Transmutation School was so angry that his face turned green."

The school of transmutation encompasses a wide range of spells, devoted to the study of spells that alter matter and energy.

In addition to transformation spells similar to the druid's transformation, the school of transmutation also has spells to control water, fire, soil, metal and other substances.

It is precisely because of this that the ideological differences within this school are even more scattered than those of the Thirteen Southern Guardians in Carl’s previous life.

The phenomenon of forming cliques and factions has become rampant, and there has even been a phenomenon of suppressing and retaliating against those who have different views.

Nia is undoubtedly a genius, but geniuses always need time to realize their talents.

Before Karl got to know her, this serious girl with a slightly low emotional intelligence had been ostracized by certain small groups more than once.

If Carl hadn't obtained the raw materials, she wouldn't even be able to apply for the materials to prepare the alchemical potion.

After putting away his notes and power armor, Carl put on his backpack again.

"Master, I'll go see Nia then!"

After saying that, Karl ran straight out of the office.

Mooreban wanted to say something and tried to persuade Carl to stay, but before he could say anything, Carl had already disappeared.

"Tsk! This brat! The academy is going to have a few exchange students from Eruden Field coming over soon, and I was thinking of asking him to pick them up."

Sighing, Mooreban shook his head and reached out to touch a piece of metal next to him.

The silver-grey metal began to change instantly, and a few seconds later, a typewriter appeared on the table.

"Hmm~, how should the notice be written?"

Scratching his gray beard, the fat old man began to press buttons.

(End of this chapter)