Chapter 538 Fanwai Seven Joint Students

early morning.

In the dimly lit classroom, a young apprentice squatted on the side of the podium, licking his **** and trying to reach out and want to reach the bottom of the podium.

Who is this design?

The apprentice tried to reach out and lick his face.

Install the precious and fine complex stone in the hidden secret of the podium?

The beauty is beautiful, and they can help them to maintain the classroom teaching assistants.

Finally, with a soft bang, he succeeded in taking the last piece of expensive polyphony.

The apprentice sat back on the ground and gasped for the incomparable smooth polyphony stone that was used for many times. This was a relief.

Fortunately, this piece is not bad.

Can still support ten... um, maybe five lessons.

The apprentice carefully wrapped the polyphony stone, then picked up the charcoal pencil and re-drawn the faded polyphonic array in front of the podium.

His movements are proficient and accustomed, his attitude is serious and concentrated, and the complicated and varied law matrix appears in his pen and light.

The apprentices also changed a few wrong designs that hindered the law, making it work more smoothly and perhaps extending the life of the complex stone.

Of course, with a touch of smugness, the apprentice thinks in the bottom of his heart that this can not be discovered by others, otherwise he will once again face the review of the "Mage Ethics Committee".

At the thought of this, the color of the apprentice disappeared.

After the last stroke, the apprentice who had a backache was only able to stand up and look at his seat: there were two large stacks of sheepskin papers, three large bag papers, and a special equipment box for teaching assistants.

The apprentice sighed.

Donovan’s lecture was in the afternoon.

He has to hurry to prepare the equipment, including the roster, brand name, record pen, broadcaster, mold, corresponding guest manual...

Why do you have to give so many lectures on a boring topic?

The seat of the law is also fallen.

The apprentice thought badly, went to the other side of the classroom and looked at the calendar on the wall.

[October 29, Empire 839, Saturday. 】

【off day. 】

[Zhu Wangji 314, the life-threatening master, craftsman, poet, historian, swordsman, writer of "Iron King", Jericho Rheindi was born today. 】

[The important thing is not to choose itself, but to make a choice - J.K. Judith. 】

On the calendar, the painted 闵迪思法师 stood on the top of the mountains, and looked deeply at the distant sunrise, looking sad.

Three years.

The apprentice slowly sighed, and then unscrupulously teared down the sorcerer who worried about the country and the people together with yesterday, and huddled together.

Showing "today":

[October 30, Empire 839, Sunday. 】

[Sunday holiday. 】

[58 years of the kings, the military strategist, the commander of the sacred sacred priest, the rock king of Ansett smashed today. 】

[Junior, we will leave our lives at this moment, just to leave hope to the future. - King Ansett's charge declaration]

On the calendar is a back of a pair of cavalry, rushing down on the ice peak, rushing to the bottom of the black pressure on a large army.

The apprentice stuffed the "Murdis Master" into his hand with a blank expression.

For the lectures, it’s not necessary to be on the weekend...

Just at this time.

"Really?"

The voice of a young man, bright, light, and eager to come.

The apprentice was shocked. He looked back and found that when he didn’t know, there was an uninvited guest in the classroom.

The guest was sitting next to his seat, taking a piece of parchment paper from his assistant bag, turning it from time to time, and looking at it with relish:

"The "source theory, meta-system concept, deformation magic, and the common interpretation of the spiriting array - new evidence of the prehistoric battlefield in the North"?"

The apprentice was shocked only by hearing the first half of the sentence!

My God, that is -

He madly rushed to the guest, but was staggered on the road, and fell a dog to eat.

The guest still read the paper roll in his hand with interest and looked relaxed.

The young apprentices couldn’t take care of the painful palms, climbed up and down, and rushed to the guests:

"That'smine!"

The guest raised his head and gave him a free smile.

He has long hair with ears, white complexion, handsome, elegant sitting but extraordinary.

A beautiful man.

Like a person in the picture.

The apprentice grabbed the seat on the side and stopped the pace, which did not hit the other side.

"Yeah, I saw the signature."

"There is also a rejection of the manuscript," the beautiful man smiled and rushed to the apprentice to raise the paper roll on his hand and flipped a red one of them:

“‘self-satisfaction, irrational fantasy speculation’.”

The apprentice looks red.

He looked at the commentary, as if he had been shackled around his neck, and the original sound of his voice was low for several moments:

"That is--"

The apprentice struggled for a while and eventually reluctantly said:

"None of your business."

The beautiful man smiled softly.

The apprentice noticed that the other person's dress was not like the usual tone style of the tower. On the contrary, his mage's robe was flamboyant, the design was trendy, the material was expensive, and there seemed to be a star-like reflection in the morning light.

strange.

Who is he?

"So you are that person?"

The guest continues to roll the paper roll on his hand:

"The sacred monk of the Red Corner Tower?"

Apprenticeship.

Because of the architectural style of the main Tachit, the Tower of Souls has been dubbed the "Red Corner Tower" by the apprentices of other magic towers.

But they themselves never mention this title, that is to say...

However, the apprentice who came back to God was quickly cited by another called breath:

"God - **** stick?"

What is this special name?

The beautiful man nodded.

"So you really believe," the guest lifted his gaze from the scroll and nodded softly toward the apprentice, like a spring breeze:

"After more than a thousand years ago, the king of Ansett opened the door to **** and relied on the power of mysterious demons to defeat the ancient orcs?"

The apprentice blinked. He stared at the manuscript paper on his opponent's hand and understood what it was.

"God Master, okay."

The apprentice sighed and raised an index finger, as if he had been used to this scene for thousands of times:

"Listen, I am not a **** stick, and I have never said that defeating an ancient orc is a devil..."

But the guest interrupted him immediately:

"But your paper, the reviewer's comment is written like this."

The other party turned out a page in the paper roll and gave it to the apprentice.

The above circled a paragraph with a red pen. The comment on one side said, "If you like the devil, I suggest you go to the door of **** to continue your studies."

The apprentice breathed a meal and immediately turned red.

He seems to be insulted, his voice is short:

"This is... this is out of context!"

The guest looked at him with a smile and did not say anything.

This makes the apprentice even more uncomfortable.

He shunned his own papers, proficiently and habitually flipped, and smashed a crumpled page:

"Look?"

He pointed to one of the sketches full of notes, which looked like a human skeleton:

"The latest ancient battlefield evidence excavated under the castle of Arendt... The remains of more than a thousand ancient human warriors, with the distinctive features of the early kings... Most samples have been counted in many parts The blow and hurt..."

The guests got close and looked at it with relish.

The apprentices say more and more quickly: "No matter how much or how much we exceed our imagination, some of the bodies are even shattered by the skull while being pierced by the heart..."

"I guess," the beautiful man smiled and fluttered:

"This means that the ancient knights of the kings of the kings fought bravely? Are they fighting with the orcs? Are they being created?"

"Do not!"

Apprentices are trying to shake the paper in their hands:

"This means that they have suffered more than one fatal wound in their lifetime! More than once!"

He tried to repeat the focus.

"Maybe, the extraordinary power of the ancients is stronger?"

The tone of the beautiful man is still ridiculous:

“Like the ancient orcs are far more modern than the orcs?”

The apprentice felt that he was insulted.

"Do not!"

He raises the volume, gnashes his teeth, habitually raises his fingers, and repeats it without bothering:

"No human being can withstand such a fatal blow! No!"

"No more willing will! No!"

"There is no way to force the extraordinary power, no way!"

Every time he emphasizes it, the beautiful man will face the spring breeze once.

It seems to be very understandable.

"then?"

The apprentice took a deep breath and turned to the next page.

"Then, I personally dug out the ground and then thawed the remains from the frozen state. I swear, the flesh and blood of the stuff is still active, if it is not my eye, I will dig more than a thousand of our research team. The body, the specific data I have listed here..."

But the apprentice's words came to an abrupt end.

In the paper, the part he pointed to was filled with red pens, almost invisible, and written with different handwritings: "Statistical methods are too rough", "No selectivity for processing", "Recommended re-selection of samples" "Intestation is not convincing", "Relevance is not equal to cause and effect" and so on.

One of the most dazzling words is: "Is your mathematics taught by a swordsman?"

The beautiful man seems to be able to resist.

The apprentice turned red and stuffed the paper into the bag.

"In short, it is not the scope of the Alchemy Tower's '砺锋术', 'Strong Forge Magic', 'Material Affinity' or Soul Tower's 'Light and Shadow Flute' and 'Soul Body Theory', but not Say what the 'will influence the body' is extraordinary."

He is still trying to explain:

"I guess, even in the most perverted tower of the ascetic, you can't find that..."

The guest nodded and encouraged him to say:

"and so?"

The apprentice adjusted his breath and his eyes lit up:

"In the known historical materials, although there are not many, there are indeed a few records, mentioning similar things that ignore the basic laws and completely change the form of life from the inside out..."

Ignore the basic rules, from the inside out...

"You mean..."

The guest is immersed and faint:

"In the Ming God Catholic Church - the religious exorcism record?"

The apprentice’s words are stagnation.

The beautiful man chuckled:

"So, go back to the devil."

The apprentice cleared his throat.

"No, not all, and it doesn't have to be a god..."

"But," he tried to argue, but eventually gave up his efforts and the voice was low:

"Yes, most of it."

"At least that is... the potential circumstantial evidence that can be referenced at the moment."

The apprentice looked decadent, and he put his bag on the top with his elbow:

"I just want to say that if we are willing to let go of our prejudice and re-examine the relevant religious books and even legends, there will be, I mean, maybe it will help."

What the guests understand:

“So the reviewers believe that you are advocating the mysterious and even religious theories like ‘devil existence’?”

The apprentice’s expression is completely dimmed:

"They also smirked and asked me if they went to the 'Hell's Gate' and listened to sermons."

The apprentice looked at the crumpled papers in the bag.

See you in the sky, the door to hell, has he been there once?

Still being cheated in!

The big sister who preached, looked so obvious, so mature, so beautiful...

The result actually likes...

The apprentice shook his head and drove away the unpleasant memories.

After he smelled the **** smell of the sacrifice, he immediately tried to escape!

"Your topic, I understand."

The guest suddenly made a sound.

The apprentice looked up.

"what?"

The beautiful man touches his chin and thinks carefully.

"The rare metamorphosis magic that works at the source level..."

"Using the contemporary meta-system hypothesis to explain the ancient screaming arrays that have been despised for a long time..."

The guest skillfully uses the terminology in his paper:

"You are trying to build an argument that can be accepted by the Master - from the perspective of modern magic, to explain the mysterious phenomenon that cannot be said."

The beautiful man raised his gaze:

“For the sake of convenience?”

“Do you want to apply for the next study?”

The apprentice snorted and was quite self-defeating:

"It's not the same yet."

"And, archaeological excavations are over, and there is no drama."

The big classroom was silent for a while, and the two were separated by a seat and were silent.

After a few seconds, some unexpected apprentices, the guests did not have comfort or ridicule - this is the most treatment he has received in more than a month.

"God."

The beautiful man turned his head and asked seriously and seriously:

"Why not a god?"

Apprenticeship.

"what?"

I saw that the beautiful man bowed his head and his eyes were full of brilliance.

"Disregarding the basic rules and completely changing the shape of life."

“In many religious records and legends, miracles and magic have shown the same effect, aren’t they?”

The beautiful man has a word:

"Live the dead, the flesh and bones, the remnants of the body, and make God."

The apprentice has been waiting for a long time before he swallows and swears:

"I... that's not the focus of my research."

"I am not a **** believer, not a **** stick."

He is unhappy.

But the beautiful man looked at him for a long time, but he smiled.

"Actually, you think of it, yes."

The words of the beautiful man are with the power of incitement: "And the number of miraculous scriptures is more and more detailed."

"But you didn't write it."

The apprentice trembled slightly.

After a long while, the apprentice exhaled and patted his paper:

"It’s just like this, it’s enough to make people think that I am a **** stick...”

His tone is like a fate:

"I still want to keep my rice bowl."

The guest is silent.

"I thought the tower of the soul was very open."

The beautiful man whispers:

“Here, everyone has and should have an 'independent and free soul.'”

The apprentice snorted and did not agree.

"They are independent and human."

He sat back in his seat and looked at the ceiling with a disappointing disappointment:

"They are free again and they are also masters."

“Innately rejects certain things.”

This made the beautiful man into meditation.

"They don't believe that outside their path, there are other roads that can be called 'rational', and the ignorance of ‘folly’ – the standard of magic.

Apprentices have come to God:

"They believe that even if they can be skeptical, even if they can falsify, even if they eventually overturn their own established arguments, they must and must only do it in their own way - otherwise it is just a fool, irrational."

"They believe that the things that exist in the world must be interpreted in the logical way they recognize, and they are only reasonable."

"Because magic is advanced, magic is the truth."

The apprentice sighed.

"As a mage, we are so 'progressive'," he is listless:

“So that we can’t be more 'progressive’.”

It is an unspeakable silence.

Until the beautiful man looked up.

"too big."

Apprentices are puzzled.

I saw the beautiful man licking his hair casually and cheerfully:

"Your complaints are too wide, but it's not about magical ideas."

"And just a mage, it's just a human thing."

Apprenticeship:

"I do not understand?"

The beautiful man smiled and shook his eyes:

"The reason you are rejected is politics."

The apprentice's face changed slightly:

"Sorry?"

The beautiful man unrestrainedly reached out and tapped on the forehead of the apprentice:

"Exactly, it is about the right to speak, the dominance, the vested interests, and the structure of the magic tower staff."

The apprentice looked at him slyly.

Hey, what do you mean?

The beautiful man pulled the parchment from between them:

“Especially this kind of ‘we should put down the body and re-examine the religious legends’.”

"The reason they refused this argument was because of the recent events."

The apprentice turned his eyes.

recent?

I saw the beautiful man flipping his essay and smiling mysteriously:

"Three months ago, the seat of the law was defeated in the true theoretical debate with the northern parish."

The apprentice's look changed.

The seat of the law represents the soul tower, which is not smooth in the debate. He knows that the apprentices who have received the power of this seat have a lot of arguments.

However, it is not normal to argue that there is a loss or a win.

Is there a fart relationship with his paper?

The beautiful man continues:

"Unfortunately, there are people in the North Duke and the provincial governor who have a deep influence and the consequences are not small."

The beautiful man blinked and smiled:

"The recognition of the Arunde family, including the strong recommendation of the Ming God Catholic Church, allowed the young bishop of the Northern Diocese to go south to the triumphant capital and go straight to the high palace to preach for the emperors including the royal family. It is said that he also The emperor sighed and saw the same.

"This matter has become a beautiful talk, spread throughout the empire's twenty-three provinces."

"There is even a rumor that His Majesty intends to let this young and knowledgeable Northern Land Bishop be the prime minister of the empire in order to remove the ridiculous and blamed Earl of Renato."

A series of inexplicable nouns and events have stunned the apprentice's brain full of corpses and bones:

"and so?"

The beautiful man closed the paper roll, leaned on the arm and approached him, like laughing and laughing.

"So, now that you are not just the Red Corner Tower, the tops of the Three Towers are in urgent need of regrouping, saving face, strengthening confidence, and letting people re-believe that magic is the truth of the world, and the Master is the right way for mankind."

Snapped!

The beautiful man waved the paper and gently smoked on the forehead of the ignorant apprentice.

"And you are here at this time, I will hand over such a paper."

“Say ‘oh, maybe the stories written by the gods stick are justified,’ and I want to apply for funding and set up a research group?”

What the apprentice understood, he took the crumpled paper from his head and looked at the guest stupidly.

"If they let you pass..."

The beautiful man scorned:

"What about the authority of magic in the minds of the University of Guangzhou in such a heart-warming and low morale?"

"What about the court monks' right to speak in the major families of the Empire?"

"What do the nobles no longer believe in reason and turn to mystery?"

"What do we do for thousands of years, this set of research systems and systems, argumentation methods and principles, and what is their guiding position in the magic system?"

The apprentice held the paper in his arms and blinked in confusion.

What?

"the most important is……"

The beautiful man smiled and reached forward and ordered the apprentice’s forehead:

"It is not magic, not a mage, not a man's own wisdom and power, but a vain **** and a demon." After the "great reconciliation", we have finally established it in the hearts of the people. What about the absolute advantage of the church belief?"

The apprentice took a deep breath and straightened out the logic before and after him.

"But... but if this is the truth..."

The beautiful man’s voice suddenly became cold and interrupted him:

"The truth is that it should be buried, never see the sun."

The beautiful man sinks his face, but there is no cold charm:

"Unless this is really beneficial to us, it will not affect the absolute dominance of the Masters in the world."

The beautiful man reached out and tapped the apprentice's head - he seemed to like this little trick especially - said:

"Knowledge is also built by power."

"I love my teacher first, and I love the truth behind."

The apprentice shook his head and escaped the little tricks of the guests.

He carefully thought about each word spoken by the other party.

A question was uncovered, but endless questions followed.

He will look at the guests with suspicion:

"You... you just said, who are you from?"

The beautiful man sat back in his seat and the smile became more mysterious.

"I didn't say it, but..."

He slightly lifted his chin and extended his right hand, subtly hiding his pride in the banter tone:

"Macintosh."

"Macintosh, Renato."

The beautiful man whispers:

"Nice to meet you."

The apprentices subconsciously hold the other pair of tender and smooth white cockroaches, and at first glance they have not done much farmer's aristocratic skill:

"Oh, yeah, I am also very happy to recognize... Wait, Renato?"

The apprentice's face changed.

Reinato, still a young mage...

What he remembered, first of all, he hurriedly recalled, and at the moment he thought of it, he was shocked!

"My God, you are the one..."

He pointed to Macintosh in horror:

"The orthodox imperial emperor aristocrat, the descendant of the founding six-star, the younger son of the prime minister, the fiancé of the priest's "mystery blue" princess, only the one who is not fascinated by magic..."

McIntosh smiled and listened to the apprentices to count the names, which seemed quite habitual and quite enjoyable.

The apprentice’s expression was slightly stagnation.

"No, how do I remember that the War Tower robbed you before we rushed... How are you..."

War tower.

The Macintosh has a slight meal:

"Yes, I am indeed an apprentice affiliated with the Alchemy Tower."

The apprentice nodded hard:

"So, you are muscle cramps - cough, sorry, you are the Alchemist sent to visit, to attend which lecture?"

But Macintosh shook his head:

"No, I am here to learn."

“I am the beneficiary of the newly released ‘War of the War’ twin tower joint training program.”

The corner of war.

Apprentices understand that, as the name suggests, it refers to the mainstay in the magic world, the two magic towers of alchemy and soul commonly known as ‘war’ and ‘red horn’ in the Master, but...

"Double towers, joint training?"

The apprentice looked at each other in surprise.

"Yes."

The beautiful man nodded and smiled brightly, as if taking away the darkness in the classroom:

"I am a two-and-a-half-year joint-time student."

Oh.

The apprentice stupidly touched his head.

How does this word sound strange, it seems that it is not right...

but.

It’s rare.

Legend has it that the two towers, nicknamed each other as "muscle squats" and "thiners", are not from magical ideas to organizational structures, from high-level relationships to apprentice competitions. Everywhere there is great disagreement, and each meeting must be mutually exclusive. Is it going?

McIntosh cleared his throat and put away his smile that would eclipse half of the imperial girls and a quarter of the empire:

"Listen, I have a research plan on hand."

He looked at the apprentice seriously:

"Maybe you will be interested."

The apprentice snorted.

I said it.

How come early in the morning, no one’s classroom, gods.

The magic review period has arrived, and it seems that it is also the organizer of a short research project. A large number of mysterious accounts cannot be reimbursed, and it is necessary to recruit large numbers, make reasons, and defraud funds...

Apprentices are lazy and authentic:

“So, what is the research topic?”

The Macintosh smiled slightly, and the long invention was obviously applied with the wind curse, floating freely in the air:

"As you said, some subversive topics, some that may not be recognized, some that we want to question ourselves, some that require us to overthrow deep-rooted beliefs that we don't want to touch."

The apprentice returned a perfunctory sentence:

"Oh……"

Unsurprisingly, even the research theme is inexplicable...

Until the other party's next sentence.

"And our research field is in the underground of the Arundeburg in the northern province of the province, between the hills."

After a few seconds, the apprentice who understood it changed color.

He jerked up and looked at the Macintosh, for a moment he forgot to appreciate the other side's beauty:

"Underground, mountain belly, you mean..."

McIntosh smiled softly and stood up again.

“Yes, that’s the old place mentioned in your paper, the ancient battlefield site where you participated in the excavation, the ancient underground transport lane.”

The beautiful man walked up to the apprentice, just one head higher than the other, and looked down at him condescendingly:

“The folk nickname – ‘black trail’.”

The apprentice was completely stunned.

But Macintosh did not let him go, skillfully telling the secrets that the Lianlian apprentice did not know:

"In your Red Corner Tower, after being forced to withdraw from the joint pressure of the Imperial Official Research Group, the Tower of the Friars and the Church of the Ming Dynasty, the handling of the site fell to the hands of the governor of the Northern Territory."

"And the Duke of the Northland, who is good at and muddy, originally intended to block the hole, and repair a monument to ‘we did the ancient orcs’...”

"But unfortunately, I am very familiar with the heirs of Duke Aaron, who has delegated this work to me."

The beautiful man bent down and topped the apprentice's forehead:

"You know, if you build a monument, I can just use someone like you."

He blinked his eyes.

"you."

The blue sky is in the middle of the sea.

The apprentices couldn’t take care of the opponent’s excessive approach and swallowed his throat subconsciously.

"You mean... false engineering, not the same... This is not illegal?"

Macintosh smiled and did not answer directly:

"How do you want to come?"

The apprentice stepped back a few steps, soothing the breathing that was rushing as the other person approached.

He glanced at each other with surprise and looked at his paper.

Black trails.

Excavation.

But after a few seconds, the apprentice who had figured out what to look for.

“There were a lot of people involved in the excavation.”

The apprentice's face is stuffy:

"For example, my mentor, Donovan Master."

"You should go to him."

McIntoe stared at his expression and smiled.

“Donovan? Donovan is only one step away from the title of master?”

He scratched his chin and thought thoughtfully:

"How do I say that I have studied all his works, from the early days to the present."

The apprentice snorted.

"You are really confident."

He looked disdainfully at the nobleman:

"Donovan has a total of 163 papers and twelve books in his career. No one dares to speak through..."

"Do not."

McIntosh shook his head and interrupted him.

"Exactly, it is 192 papers and thirteen books."

Apprentices have changed.

I saw the beautiful man in front of me:

“Including some of his work manuscripts when he was young, and a book that is being drafted and not yet published.”

The apprentice stopped.

Lying in the trough.

This guy is handsome enough. After all, there are still many people in the world who are close to my face value.

However, obviously watching is a blind child, and not too old?

Is it...

The Macintosh didn't notice the other side's thoughts:

"But it's a pity. I found that the once-famous Donovan Master has gradually become conservative and backward. The latest books and essays are all old-fashioned, and they are not as enterprising."

His words revealed deep disappointment:

"Donovan Master, already old."

The apprentice was a glimpse first, and then he did not hesitate to show the strength of the students:

"Hey, this kid is not humbly..."

But Macintosh didn't let him say it:

"And in recent years, a few interesting works..."

The beautiful man raised his gaze and looked directly at the apprentice holding the paper:

“It’s all co-authored with one of his unnamed students and assistants.”

The apprentice froze.

"It is you."

The Macintosh just stared at him, whispering:

"Three years ago, because of a serious violation of the ethics of the research mage, from the first class to the third-class apprentice - Toros Mill."

There was silence in the classroom.

Young apprentice - Toros is silent.

After a few seconds, Toros coughed a little:

"Yes, but Master Donovan is still my mentor and employer. I think you'd better find him first..."

But this time, Macintosh also ignored his words and went straight into:

"Are you willing?"

Toros trembled fiercely.

Macintosh sneered out:

“It’s brilliant, but it’s because of a so-called ‘political mistake’, it’s been deprived of the qualification for rating.”

Toros’s breathing was quick.

"It’s a youth, but the future is not bright. In the end of his life, he can only be a third-class apprentice. Even when he is anonymously reviewed, he is frequently rejected."

In the classroom, one person asks questions and one person holds the paper.

Silence is relative.

Toros struggled to breathe:

"Listen, three years ago, if it wasn’t for Donovan’s masters to protect me with pressure...”

But the Macintosh's questioning came one after another, like a sword-like style full of extraordinary power, stabbing his heart:

"Are you willing?"

The beautiful man at the moment is swearing, like the prophet of God:

"Clearly full of ambition, curiosity, but can only hide behind the teacher, do some chores, silently draft, test the data?"

"and also……"

McIntoe glanced at the classroom:

"Maintaining the polyphonic stone?"

Tyrus’s palms forced the paper to be held tighter.

"Are you willing?"

The Macintosh slowly reached out:

"But now, you have a chance to prove yourself."

His tone is full of temptation:

"Join me and return to the right path of magic."

"Tell those who reject you, one day, they only have to look up to your back."

Toros lowered his head and couldn't see his expression.

Into a complete silence.

The Macintosh is not in a hurry, just waiting for him quietly, very patient.

It seems to determine the reaction of the other party.

"but……"

Toros’s tone is hesitant and seems to be working hard to fight: “Things in the Black Trail... We need a lot of money, a lot of facilities, and...”

“Nobody told you?”

The Macintosh is easy to talk to:

"I have money."

"A lot, a lot, a lot of money."

Toros did not speak.

"And in the tower of alchemy, there is such a sentence."

The beautiful man smiled lightly and inadvertently revealed the true disposition.

"No money," McIntosh said:

"Be a research of fart."

The classroom was once again silent.

The Macintosh looks at the other side, and the apprentices bow their heads.

However, after a few seconds, Toros raised his head.

"I reject."

The Macintosh has some surprises.

I saw the apprentices open their mouths and slowly bite.

"I have a very happy time here," Toros held his own paper and his tone shook a little:

"I chose magic because it is pure love, not just for fame."

The Macintosh frowned.

"Really?"

The beautiful man re-examined Toros, this time, his eyes added something different:

"You know, for you, such opportunities are not always there?"

"At least, I will provide you with enough salary..."

Toros suddenly rang and interrupted the Macintosh:

"listen!"

His face was tight, and the knuckles of the paper were whitish:

"I am still very busy, I have to rush to prepare facilities for the next lecture..."

The apprentice did not say anything.

The Macintosh is picking up eyebrows.

"Ok."

He nodded, and some regret:

"Pity."

The beautiful man stared at each other, but the apprentice did not say a word, and seemed to be unmoved.

Macintosh sighed and had to turn and leave.

At the moment when the other person turned around, Toros, who had been silent, closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.

It seems to be suffering.

Just at this time.

"Torros."

The Macintosh didn't turn around.

"I heard that you were born in the Knights' House of Shawen, right?"

The apprentice has changed.

Toros raised his head vigilantly:

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just heard it in the tower," Macintosh didn't hurry or turn around:

"You have a fiancee's fiancee who, after religious belief, is determined to serve the gods and ruin the marriage contract."

"A nun who did not marry forever?"

fiancée.

Destroy the marriage contract.

For a moment, Toros’s thinking froze.

The paper in his arms made a painful embarrassment.

The Macintosh cocked his mouth.

"Hey, muscles."

After a long while, the lost Soros was screaming at the opening:

"This has nothing to do with you."

But the Macintosh is like a hunter chasing the blood of the prey, chasing after it:

"So, dear Toros, you have been trying to squeeze into the magic tower when you are over 18 years old, and you are determined to be magic..."

"I am so obsessed with magic to explain the mystery of each color, is it related to her?"

Toros jerked his head up and yelled:

"of course not!"

The Macintosh turned and looked subtly to the apprentice who shivered slightly.

Toros realized that his attitude was wrong.

He cleared his throat and tried to bring the tone back to formal:

"I, my research direction and attitude have always been the same, and will not be affected by work."

He is very firm.

Undoubtedly.

Macintosh smiled.

"That's good."

He turned around again, intentionally or unintentionally:

"Oh, by the way, tell you something."

"Your nun's fiancee, she is pious and faithful, and she is promoted to be a good assistant by a young bishop."

Toros was in a stalemate.

"Oh, it’s a coincidence, the one just mentioned, Bishop Zieg, who was honored as a guest by the emperor."

The voice of the Macintosh sneaked into his ear like the whisper of the legendary demon, and could not stop:

"As a sacred nun who is admired by believers, your fiancee - sorry, is a former fiancee - is deeply trusted and bathed in grace."

"Dedication to yourself."

The air in the classroom seemed to solidify.

After a long while.

"Okay, I know." Apprentices are authentic.

The Macintosh looked at him and his mouth was cold.

"Then I am gone," the beautiful man said:

"I wish you, and your paper, good luck."

McIntosh turned and took a step and sighed:

"Those missionaries of the gods, their temptation is really big, isn't it?"

The other's footsteps are slowly going away.

Do not.

Toros lost his soul and thought about it.

No.

She was not religious because of the temptation of the priest.

Because of……

because……

With a bang, the paper in the hands of Toros fell to the ground.

Toros wakes up like a dream.

He silently kneels and picks up a paper that has been ruined by himself.

The paper full of red letters reveals the last page, and the above is a line of approval.

Although they are anonymous reviews, this does not affect Toros’ recognition of his teacher’s handwriting:

[Magic, in the final analysis, is about human learning. 】

[Do not get lost in the infinite chase of curiosity, lost your heart. 】

Donovan Master.

Toros’s breathing was quick.

About people's learning...

His fists are getting tighter and tighter.

About people...

The apprentice’s heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

people……

"Wait!"

The high temperature of Toros was heard in the classroom.

The footsteps stopped.

The Macintosh slowly turned around and looked at the apprentice calmly.

"Joint students..."

Toros hurriedly breathed, and he stared at the paper in his hand, his face changing sharply, seemingly hesitating, and he seemed to be remorseful.

"Your **** research project..."

A second later, Taurus looked up and decided to lift his head.

He decisively threw away the parchment on his hand.

It's like throwing away the past.

"When does it begin?"

McIntosh looked at the apprentice from afar, didn't answer, and his emotions were inexplicable.

Until he showed a satisfied smile.

"Soon, dear, very soon."

Macintosh smiled warmly, and Taurus looked cold.

"But don't worry."

"Trust me," the beautiful man fixedly stared at the apprentice in front of him, and his tone was to satisfy the prey:

"Our future is still growing."

That's right, when I started writing outside, I said - I am still in Calvin.

By the way, I wish you a happy birthday, although it is a long time late.

(End of this chapter)