Black Scepter Chapter 25: Teacher, ask questions


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"Click!"

The dagger came out of the sheath, and the shadow across the air brought up a broken barrier of elements. The blade buzzed and stopped suddenly in front of Della’s neck,

"So, how can you prove that you can bring me strength?"

Morpheus seemed to have pointed to the woman in front of her with a short sword. The young man was only half a head taller than Della on the chair, but the short sword in his hand was sharp, and the murderous intention was unabashed. , A pair of eyes sharp and without shame.

Very human, doing extraordinary things, Morpheus understands that if he is mediocre, he might as well give up.

Dang Jidi's dagger smashed several invisible enchantments, but only the last one resisted the dagger's edge, and Della suddenly smiled when the dagger was ten centimeters away from her throat.

It seems that the teacher who has always been stern and unsmiling has not shown a smile to outsiders for a long time. At first, he squeezed the corner of his mouth, and then he laughed loudly--

"Interesting..."

Dela’s expression almost converged in an instant, as if the sky was covered by dark clouds in an instant.

"Power? No one has questioned me like this for a long time."

Like the violent melody immediately following the rest of the same movement, Della suddenly rose and greeted the short sword of Morpheus-the latter seemed to be hit by an invisible impact at this moment, but struggled Helplessly flew to the wall behind him, "bang" crashed against the huge huge bookshelf!

"Boo!"

The suffocating shock suddenly disappeared. Morpheus fell straight on the ground and fell on a black stone texture board with a drop of 4 to 5 meters. Dozens of books fell down and crashed **** Morpheus who couldn't stand up!

Dela’s expression is still rigid, but her eyes have an unimaginable light-no anger, but an excitement.

Sick excitement.

"The elements in my hand are stronger than the sword in your hand."

Nearly one hundred huge books were pushed away by one arm. Morpheus weakly showed his head from the pile of books that was not much lighter than the bluestones that built the city walls. His voice was weak but firm and abnormal: "Teacher..."

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Guevara did not become a bodyguard, still standing in the shadows as before, guarding the last heir of the Windsor family.

However, this unsmiling high-level swordsman burst into his heart when he saw the Morpheus coming out of the tower-because the image of his young master was like a mummy at the moment, except for his face, it was even better, even his neck was wrapped around it. With a bandage, the limp walked like being beaten for three days and nights.

Gevara, who just wanted to get out of the shadow, saw Morpheus gently waving his hand. When he was not slow in his mind, he immediately stopped the motion, but he followed around alertly, not much.

Morpheus grinned lightly, and the experience of being smashed into ordinary people is probably already a meat sauce. The classics that fell from the sky are not ordinary parchment scrolls. Morpheus is very sure that he became a student of the indifferent teacher. The first task is definitely not easy: it sounds as simple as putting the scattered books back in place, but how do you think this book weighs nearly the same volume of lead blocks! The Morpheus, who wanted to put the books back in place, directly crushed the wooden ladder. In the end, he had to directly climb the bookshelf. The sturdy bookshelf was not made of ordinary wood. There was no shaking. In the end, he was able to complete the task after a busy day.

When the Morpheus hit the bookshelf before, it could shock nearly a hundred books. The magic teacher’s power is evident.

But now there is no slight annoyance. On the contrary, there is more excitement in his heart.

It’s not that your opponents are eager to try, but it’s when the mountains and rivers end up seeing the infinite beauty. Although this beauty may have a hell-like painful journey, for Morpheus, at the end of this road, you can achieve your purpose. , He will never take a step back.

Pain is only temporary, and it is better than death in pain. Morpheus will not give up anything if he gives up.

......

It was three days after Morpheus appeared on campus again. The formal courses were emptied by him, not because he needed to lie in his dorm to recuperate--in fact, for him Those skin traumas are nothing at all, except that the monster-like magician, after officially becoming the mentor of Morpheus, laid the task to this unfortunate and poor guy.

After three days, read "Elementary Theory Basics".

"After reading", it sounds not difficult at all, but Morpheus is naturally not so low in IQ that he thinks that he has read this book hastily enough. After only six hours of rest, the rest of the time, even eating and going to the toilet, was reading this basic but obscure classic.

During the period, he also ran a few astrological pavilions. Creevey was naturally annoyed by this persevering guy who had no self-knowledge, but he gradually discovered that the questions raised by this guy were obviously more and more targeted, and the obvious level was improved .

The ability to exercise in the jungle has become the key to his learning efficiency. When Morpheus walked out of the dormitory three days later, he was almost savaged.

The hair is greasy and messy, the clothes exude a slight sweaty smell, but he is covered by the perfume that the nobles will use, and the image is carelessly organized, which is regarded as the last responsibility for his nobility. , Morpheus took that "Elementary Theory Foundation" to the magic course that will begin today.

This slightly sloppy guy approached the classroom when the bell was not ringing, but it was clear that this guy who didn’t have a sense of presence suddenly felt the sight cast in all directions.

As the Morpheus with almost zero presence in the class felt the attention of everyone for the first time, and did not experience the so-called glory or glory, Morpheus instinctively sensed all the strange emotions contained in these eyes-pity ?

Inexplicably looked around, the people he looked at unnaturally turned their eyes, seeming to be afraid of something, and continued to do their own things silently, with a stiff expression, or perhaps want to cover up Say nonsense.

However, Morpheus who didn’t have time to investigate what happened saw Della appear on the door of the classroom on time, his expression was still indifferent, and it was the same when he scanned Morpheus.

"Class."

There is no superfluous words. The magician seems to have forgotten the previous exams of these students. He didn’t even mention the so-called test papers for half a sentence. Of course, this also made the atmosphere in the classroom a lot easier. The only exception is Morpheus-this guy with a strange smell on his body is looking down at "Elementary Theory Basics" and seems to be not interested in the teacher's course at all.

People who have just looked at Morpheus with pity have an extra layer of gloating, but these things are generally ignored by Morpheus who is reading books. When they really enter a state, his reaction to outside interference is almost Zero, Morpheus does not know what this state means. This kind of "natural talent" is the same as his habitual false sleep. It is one of the skills that a caster tries his best to have!

Unfortunately, this kind of habit can only be cultivated in childhood, and the conditions are almost too strict to understand. Imagine which magician who entered the academy from an early age will face his life at the age of eight?

The highly concentrated Morpheus was seen by Della. She didn’t try to test this guy who had just become her student. She just toured a few circles during the lecture, ignoring the Morpheus that had never looked up until After class, she said softly: "Morpheus, come with me after class."

At this moment, the focus of the whole class was once again on the last position in the last row of the classroom. The latter suddenly raised his head like a wake, then nodded, got up, and walked out with a thick classic.

The sneering voice is a bit harsh, but it makes sense-who would have thought that this guy would be so eager to "send to death"?

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"Done reading?"

Dela’s temporary office is located in a beautifully decorated room opposite the classroom~IndoMTL.com~ looks spotless, but looks empty-because there is no extra personal items except the school furniture Exist, even the bright red feather pen is quietly inserted on the agate pen stand, it seems that it has never been dipped in ink.

The office armchair is covered with black mink fur, a specialty of the Eastern Empire. It is soft and luxurious. Della sitting on the chair still has no extra expression, just looking at the Morpheus standing in front of her holding the "Elementary Basic Theory" Only then said:

"You are the first nobleman I have ever seen to pay attention to the image in order to learn magic."

This is Della’s truth, whether it’s the academic wizards of the Gilman Empire where he was born, or the hypocritical and cunning but noble dudes of Kaslandi, or because of the divine Gabriel The aspiring young people of the Empire's high-pressure policy who did not dare to openly study magic have never made anyone look like a beggar in order to recite a book.

So sleepless and forgotten, but let Della vaguely see herself—the little girl whose hair is like a chicken coop but over and over in the laboratory facing the dissected half of Warcraft still alive.

Morpheus smiled shyly, **** eyes and dark circles seemed to be seriously ill, but his pupils were clear and abnormal.

"Give me."

Dai stretched out her hand, palms up, slender fingers slightly apart, Morpheus was surprised to see that a white mist suddenly condensed on the palm.

The Basics of Elements was gently handed over to the mentor in front of him. The heavy classics did not fall into her hands, but floated gently on the palms, slowly and quietly rotating slowly, and then no The wind automatically opened the pages.

"Explanation status."

Dela started her question.


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