Erangel College is a whole. The number of students each year, the investment of the city of Watts, donations from various nobles, and support from the society constitute the total income of the entire college, and this income is constantly changing.

The academy is divided into the warrior side and the magic side. The academy has always invested more money in the magic side, which is allocated to potions and alchemy. Of course, whoever contributes more will get more.

Now Dolai jumped out and won the favor of Dean Erangel, and immediately got one twentieth of all the benefits this time. Nicholas, the vice-dean and master of the Pharmacy Hall, instantly felt the pressure.

The Pharmacy Hall was originally weak, and the amount of money it received each year was not much. Now that the money has suddenly increased, Nicholas suddenly has a lot of ideas...

After thinking it over, he decided to ask Williams.

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In the room, Dolai sat on the edge of the bed, meditating while allocating a little bit of his mental energy to continuously infiltrate the small particles in his hands.

The skill of multitasking was not considered a very advanced skill for a second-level wizard. He could barely hold on by meditating and using his mental power at the same time.

This small particle is a pure alchemical creation, and there are defenses and traps on the outside. If anyone wants to crack this small particle, they first need to break through the outermost defense, and then face the traps inside. If you are not careful, the small particle will be damaged.

The person who made this thing must have an alchemy level of at least level three.

Unfortunately, although Duolai’s magic pattern level was not good, it was at the second level, and his mental control level was even higher. He quickly found the loophole and successfully broke in.

As soon as he entered the small particle, Duolai was shocked by the densely packed and complex magic patterns inside. A small particle less than the size of a thumb actually contained thousands of magic patterns, and he did not recognize many of them.

Seeing this, Duolai's face darkened. This guy really invested a lot of money. It seems it's time to study the magic patterns.

Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of ​​studying the small particles, took out a small medicine bottle containing medicine, unscrewed the cap, and put the small particles in.

No matter what functions it has, once it enters this small medicine bottle, it will become a dead object that is nothing.

Dolai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, put the medicine bottle on the bedside, picked up a book from the bedside, called Intermediate Magic Rune Studies, and read it with relish.

In more than a year since he came to the Glory Empire, Dolai's strength and attainments in alchemy have improved by leaps and bounds, but he has not made much progress in magic pattern science and material science, and he knows nothing about puppetry. So he plans to calm down and do some research. Even if he doesn't get it back, at least he wants to understand its function. Otherwise, he won't even know the function of something he doesn't recognize.

Time passed slowly for five days.

It was his second class.

Dole walked into the classroom slowly. As soon as he entered, he saw Morris, who was sitting at the front row, and Sano winked at him wildly. Dole was a little puzzled, not knowing what was going on.

At this moment, he raised his head and looked to the back, and suddenly understood.

At the back of the classroom, there were two strangers sitting. Their clothes were different from those of the Erangel Academy! They were pure black with some patterns on them, which made them look like the people from the Dark Academy that he had seen before.

At this time, he had already walked to the front of the desk, frowned slightly, and said lightly, "Do the two people at the back have the relevant permits?"

One of the two men stood up and said with a faint smile, "Teacher Dolai, we are both day students of the Dark Academy. We are here to study in your academy for a month. We have obtained the consent of Great Elder Soltai. Here is the document."

He walked up slowly, and as he walked, he took out something like a magic scroll.

Dolai didn't look at the document, but frowned, "A day student from the Dark Academy? I don't think I received any notice that someone is coming?"

Sano, who was sitting in the classroom, covered his head in slight pain. He had told Lecturer Dole yesterday. Maybe he didn't read the note?

The man's expression became a little unnatural. The document was certainly not fake. They had already gone through the formal channels. How could this man not know?

His expression became arrogant, and his eyes became somewhat confused.

At this time, he came to Dole, put the documents on the table in front of him, and looked arrogant.

Dolai didn't look at it with his eyes, but scanned it with his mental power, frowning slightly. There was no problem with the document, it was indeed issued by the college.

There are two names on it, Sauron and Phisos.

Dolai didn't say anything. He took a look at the man and felt that he was quite arrogant, so he said, "Since there are relevant documents, please sit down. Don't speak without my permission. If you speak nonsense, please leave."

He didn't even bother looking at the documents and prepared to start lecturing directly.

The man did not leave, but stood in front of the podium, showing a standard aristocratic smile, "We two came here yesterday. We heard that Lecturer Duolai was from the Northern Kingdom, so we came to ask for a meeting. Unexpectedly, Lecturer Duolai avoided us. Now that we have met him today, we know that Lecturer Duolai is so young, and there are not many of them in the Northern Kingdom's supernatural society."

At this moment, the classroom was extremely quiet and everyone was staring at that person.

Duolai looked at this man, not knowing what he was going to do. He was practicing yesterday and ignored everyone. What does it mean to avoid anyone?

He thought for a moment and said, "I am just a small lecturer at Erangel College. Apart from giving lectures, I usually spend the rest of my time doing experiments. I don't have much time on weekdays. Unless the college notifies me, I won't easily meet anyone. If you want to attend a class, please go to the back. If you don't want to attend a class, please don't disturb other students' normal classes."

The man's face froze for a moment.

At this time, Morris stood up and said to the man with a look of surprise, "Sauron, since the lecturer has already agreed to let you sit in on the class, why are you still talking so much?"

"That's right, go to the back and listen to the class. You've almost wasted ten minutes of the lecturer's time." Another person stood up and spoke.

"People from the Dark Academy are so rude."

"Just a nouveau riche."

Zoro was trembling with anger. He knew that most of the people in this classroom were civilians, and he was very disdainful in his heart.

He turned his head and took a quick look, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Morris and several others who spoke were all nobles.

Dolai said calmly, "That's enough, stop talking. If you keep talking, this class will be cancelled." He glanced at Zoro and said, "Why are you still standing there? Is there anything wrong with your brain?"

Zoro returned dejectedly, looking a little unhappy.

Damn it, he's just a civilian, and he dares to talk to me like that.

But he didn't dare to refute loudly. If he continued to talk, others would definitely tear him apart. He looked around and saw that there seemed to be quite a few nobles. Didn't they say that this person's students were all ordinary people? How could there be nobles?

Phisos, who was sitting next to him, looked solemnly and seriously ahead.

"If I were you, I would listen to the class attentively. This person is not simple. He can teach seven or eight third-level pharmacists. Anyone would listen to the class attentively." He said lightly, and then ignored Sauron.