Chapter 203 I Hate the Thane Dungeon
To Gapal's surprise, the professors of the Magic Association did not agree immediately.
For some reason, exploring the Senn dungeon together seemed like a very important decision for them, and they needed time to consider it.
"Mr. Gapar, what do you think of that place?" Tulsi asked with a smile. She had the energy of a young person. "The lost magic academy in ancient times seems like something that only appears in legends."
"I'm not interested in stories or anything like that."
Japar touched his forehead unconsciously. Although he had lost his memory of the Sun Fist, he vaguely remembered that its casting method had nothing to do with the staff.
"But, there is no doubt that the academy will allow more people to be exposed to magic."
"Let more people get in touch with magic."
Tulsi showed a slightly amused expression, not knowing what she was thinking, and said:
"As for me, I would really like to take a look. Perhaps I will find a lot of magic that is not in the association's records."
Hudes suddenly turned his head and glanced at her without saying anything.
Tulsi showed great interest in Rhea Lukalia. Perhaps she liked Sean the most among these professors.
"I am looking forward to working with the legendary swordsman again. With his unrivaled swordsmanship combined with my specialized defensive magic, I may be able to defeat even the demon king."
Seeing that the woman was about to agree, some people could no longer sit still.
"Mr. Gapar, we need some time to think carefully about this matter," Set said politely, "I will visit you in person and give you an answer tomorrow at the latest."
Gapar shrugged indifferently. He didn't understand why these people were talking in so many roundabout ways. If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go.
If they don't go, I'll go find Leon.
With this in mind, Japar left the professors' residence.
“.”
After he left, the three professors were silent, each of them seemed to have something on their mind.
After an unknown amount of time, when the light of the setting sun completely disappeared and the crystal chandelier in the hall automatically lit up, Tulsi, the youngest of the three, spoke first:
"I hate Thane Dungeon."
Her slender fingers tapped on the wooden armrest. She was still smiling, but the feeling she gave was completely different from before.
Seth glanced at her and didn't find the words coming out of her mouth strange at all, because they were very consistent with her character.
After all, the new generation of magicians represented by Tulsi are basically the most deeply influenced by the association's dogma.
There is one most important point in the doctrine:
"Without a diploma from the Magic Association, you are not considered a formal magician."
There are many issues behind this simple sentence.
Nowadays, almost all magicians have an inseparable relationship with the Magic Association.
Whether it is the study, research, teaching of magic, or other matters related to the field of magic, the association cannot be avoided, and most magicians are happy to deal with the association.
After all, as the only dominant organization in the magic circle, it can provide the greatest convenience for magicians.
Researchers can obtain various supports from the association, and the research results can be promoted and applied in appropriate places as quickly as possible.
The magic schools under the association provide people with the opportunity to learn magic. After learning and passing the examination, they can obtain a diploma and become an orthodox magician recognized by the association. The farthest magic school even opened at the border.
People have come to regard the existence of the Magic Association as part of the world, as if it is naturally meant to represent the highest authority in the magic circle.
Magicians from all walks of life communicate with each other in the environment created by the association, sparking new inspiration and making magic more prosperous.
So, what is the cost?
Those "magics" who are not recognized by the association for various reasons have something to say.
"That dungeon will give countless untalented fools the opportunity to learn magic."
Tulsi held her cheek and said depressedly, "In recent years, there are more and more self-taught magicians. Not to mention that the magic they learn is disorganized, they don't even take diplomas, and they don't have decent mentors, not to mention that they come from any family. They are not worthy of being called magicians, they can only be considered magic users."
From her reaction, it can be seen that the magician circle attaches great importance to background.
"Here we go again," Set stroked his forehead and sighed, "Anyone who can learn magic is called a magician. Even I don't care about their origins, so why do you care?"
"But those wild mages don't even pay the copyright fees." Tulsi changed her hand to support her face. "Anyway, I can't stand others stealing my magic without telling me. If I catch them, I will use amnesia to cleanse their brains."
Magicians can apply for copyright for magic they develop themselves in the association, and all learners must pay money.
"Not all magic is subject to copyright fees."
Seth was too lazy to argue with her and changed the subject.
"What have you thought about? Should we accept Gapal's invitation?"
"Go ahead. You're free anyway." Tulsi waved her hand. "Finding some new magic can also be considered a contribution to the association."
Seth saw through her little thoughts. The association has a rule that if someone can discover the lost magic from ancient times and it is confirmed that its creator has no descendants, the discoverer can apply for the copyright of the magic he discovered.
This is to encourage people to discover the magic that was lost in the vast history.
And it is basically impossible for the magic produced in the dungeon to have an owner.
"I also agree to explore the Thane Underground City." Set nodded and said, "I am very curious about what the living conditions of the ancient magicians were like."
"What's the topic of your next paper?" Tulsi asked with interest.
"No," Seth frowned, which was rare, and said with a headache, "He is one of my students. If he can't produce a suitable paper, he will never be promoted in his life."
"Oh, I remember now. It's the one who's obsessed with monsters. The papers he submitted are all about how to tame monsters. They're not worth much."
"So as a mentor, I have to help him find a solution."
Seth's eyes twitched. After being a tutor for so many years, this was the first time he had written a paper for a student.
He would never allow any of his students to fail to be promoted!
Hudes sat quietly without saying anything, just nodded slightly, as if to approve of their decision.
So the next day, there was a knock on Japal's door.
However, the face that appeared before Gapal was one he had never expected.
"Good morning, Master Sword Master."
A bearded, smiling face popped into Gapar's eyes.
Although he looked smiling, a closer look revealed that this sloppy fellow had cold sweat on his forehead and his eyes did not look peaceful at all, but rather a bit panicked.
It's like an old man who has been slacking off at home with a lot of work to do is suddenly forced to participate in the activities of the big guys. He can't afford to offend any of the big guys and can only smile.
"Why is it you, kid?" Japar was confused.
"Hey, I didn't expect you still remembered me."
Roger said with a smile, he felt his face was almost numb from smiling.
"Of course I remember you. You were the first person to give me a video of mating dragons as a gift. You gave me that thing and asked me for help."
"It was a misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding. I took the wrong bag that time. Please forgive me."
“Ahem.”
There was a cough behind him, and Roger straightened his back immediately.
Japar looked around him and looked back, only to see Tulsi waving at him with a smile, and Hudes nodded at him.
Seth, however, disappeared.
"Mr. Gapal, we have decided to accept your proposal. When are we going to set off?" Tulsi asked.
"Any time."
Japar showed amazing efficiency, and after a few minutes, they arrived at the Firelink Shrine.
Through communication along the way, I finally figured out why Roger came to this high-end bureau.
Because his mentor Seth was unable to come due to some urgent matters, he simply pulled the person who needed to write the paper out of his home and threw him into this high-end team full of bigwigs.
Roger was extremely scared because there were people he couldn't afford to offend all around him. He was especially afraid of Hudes. He would break into cold sweats just by looking at him and would drink water from time to time to replenish his water.
He usually likes to talk nonsense, but if he does so here, he might lose his life.
Roger was now trembling like a little thief dragon who had mistakenly entered the territory of the Map King.
"This is my first time entering a dungeon."
Tulsi looked at the scenery of the Firelink Shrine with curiosity in her eyes.
"I heard that the underground city of Thane is full of stinky water, but this place is pretty nice."
Roger, who was the lowest in rank, quickly explained to her: "You should be talking about the Fran Fortress. It really stinks over there."
Tulsi nodded, took out her photo stone, found a good angle and took a few photos, especially focusing on the campfire.
Hudes looked at the blue sky and his expression became less scary.
Gapar glanced at Roger, observed a second of silence for this guy who had to be so cautious, and then led everyone towards the elevator.
To reach the elevator, one must pass through a cemetery behind the sacrificial site.
“Is this light spot the prop produced in the dungeon?” Tulsi picked up a light spot in front of the tombstone and harvested green flowers and plants.
Roger's eyelids jumped, and he said quickly: "Wait a minute, don't go near there——"
Before she finished her words, a pale skeleton hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Tulsi's wrist!
Roger closed his eyes in despair, thinking that the other party would be furious.
"It's a pretty tight grip."
However, Tulsi was just observing the skeleton hand. There was a transparent film between it and her wrist, so it couldn't touch her at all.
As a professor specializing in defensive magic, she is always covered with a transparent protective shield.
The entire cemetery was shaking, and bones emerged from the graves one after another. This place once left an indelible shadow on the strategy team's Maru. Will these professors be like her?
Japar held the scabbard of his sword, intending to smash the skeleton's head, but the other two did not react.
Seeing this, he also put down his weapon to see what the youngest professor of magic could do.
"Oh, if you pick up the light spots, you will be attacked by monsters. It's a punishment for greedy people. I agree with this concept. Maybe I will like this place."
Tulsi chanted an incomprehensible spell and with her backhand scattered warm-colored clouds all over the sky.
"Healing magic?" Japar felt vitality slowly emerging from his body covered in mist. This was undoubtedly healing magic.
But what's the use of using it here?
A magical thing happened. The restless skeleton warriors stopped moving one after another. After a few seconds, they even burrowed back into the soil and fell asleep again.
The cemetery that had been shaking suddenly calmed down, and Roger promptly provided an explanation:
"This is a new type of healing magic invented by Ms. Tissot. Its greatest feature is to dispel the enemy's fighting spirit and use the comfort brought by the treatment to calm the enemy's emotions."
Tisso is the surname of Tulsi, an ancient magical family.
Interesting, Japar nodded slightly.
Tulsi's graceful figure appeared and disappeared in the warm-toned magical mist, her long beige hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her perfect profile revealed a captivating angle under the wide-brimmed pointed hat, looking elegant, noble and beautiful.
The atmosphere is full and the level is full.
Calming down the monsters' emotions sounds like an ability that only characters like kind goddesses in legends possess, and it looks pretty beautiful when artificially replicated.
However, the monsters in the Sen Dungeon are not the type that can be calmed down by simple soothing.
The skeleton warriors buried in this cemetery harbor the greatest malice towards all invaders. Even if they are unable to harm these people, they will do everything they can to make them look bad!
The Sen monsters are very similar to their masters in temperament, and neither of them likes to see others showing off in their dungeons.
The emotional fluctuations of an adventurer when he fails to show off can generate a large amount of mental power!
So, a skeleton monster quietly drilled out of the soil under the pressure and threw a round pot that Leon often hung on his waist towards Tulsi.
"rub--"
With a flash of sword light, the dung pot was cut off accurately. How could Japar ignore the sneak attack?
However, a strong stench suddenly erupted, so strong that people couldn't help but want to run away!
Because this dung pot contains Monster Hunter's stink bomb!
Tulsi's pretty face changed color instantly, and she almost ran away from the source of the stench without caring about the atmosphere and style.
But after running two steps, she finally couldn't bear the churning in her stomach and vomited with a "wow".
Looking back at the other people, they were in a similar situation to her, except for Japar who didn't seem to react.
Tulsi leaned against the tombstone and vomited while thinking:
I still hate this place!
(End of this chapter)
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