Kingdom’s Bloodline: Fanwai 7 joint team
Early morning.
In the dimly lit lecture hall, a young apprentice knelt on the edge of the platform, pouting his **** and reaching out to reach the bottom of the platform.
Who actually thought of this design?
The apprentice stretched his hands hard, his cheeks flushed.
Install the polyphonic stone in the hidden compartment of the podium?
Aesthetic is beautiful, but it's hard for them to maintain classroom assistants.
Finally, with a soft sound, he successfully took off the last precious polyphonic stone.
The apprentice leaned back and sat on the ground, panting and looking at the extremely smooth polyphonic stone in his hand after repeated use, and he was relieved.
Fortunately, this piece is not broken yet.
I can hold ten more...well, maybe five classes.
The apprentice carefully wrapped the polyphonic stone, then picked up the charcoal pencil, and re-traced the faded polyphonic array in front of the podium.
His movements are proficient and accustomed, his demeanor is serious and concentrated, and the complex and changeable magic circle appears lightly and unimpeded in his pen.
The apprentice also smoothly corrected several wrong designs that hindered the magic circle, making it work more smoothly, and perhaps extending the life of the polyphonic stone.
Of course, with a touch of pride, the apprentice thought in his heart that this shouldn't be discovered by others, otherwise he would face the review of the "Magic Committee" again.
When I thought of this, the glamour on the apprentice's face disappeared suddenly.
After finishing the last stroke, the apprentice with a sore waist stood up and looked at his seat: there were two large stacks of parchment paper, three bags of test papers, and an equipment box for the teaching assistant.
The apprentice sighed.
Teacher Donovan’s lecture was in the afternoon.
He has to quickly prepare the equipment, including roster, brand, record pen, broadcasting instrument, mold, corresponding guest manual......
Why do you have so many lectures on a boring topic?
The seat of all dharmas has also fallen.
The apprentice thought badly, walked to the other side of the classroom and looked at the calendar on the wall.
[October 29, Empire 839, Saturday. 】
[Closed days. 】
[314 of the Years of the Kings, a life-long mage, craftsman, poet, historian, swordsman, and the author of "The Legend of the Iron King", Jericho Rhein Mindis was born today. 】
[The important thing is not to choose itself, but to make a choice-Min Dis. 】
On the calendar, the painted Master Min Disi stood on the top of the mountains, looking at the sunrise in the distance with a deep expression, sad.
It's been three years.
The apprentice sighed slowly, and then ruthlessly tore down Master Mindis, who was worried about the country and the people, together with yesterday, and crumpled them together.
Showing "Today":
[October 30, 839 Empire, Sunday. 】
【Holy Day Holiday. 】
【58 Years of the Kings, a military strategist and commander of the Battle of the Saints, King Ansett died today. 】
【Mr. Lord, we will keep our lives at this moment, just to save our hope for tomorrow. ——King Ansett】
On the calendar is the back of a fully armored cavalry, rushing straight down on the ice peak, rushing to the black army underneath.
The apprentice stuffed "Mage Mindis" into his hands blankly, rubbing them smaller and smaller.
Why do the lectures have to be scheduled on the weekend...
Just now.
"Really?"
The voice of a young male, bright, light, and cheerful.
The apprentice was startled. He turned his head and found that, at some unknown time, there was an unexpected guest in the classroom.
The guest is sitting next to his seat, pulling out a stack of parchment scrolls from his teaching assistant bag, turning it over from time to time, watching with relish:
""Common Interpretations of Origin Theory, Metasystem Concepts, Transformation Magic, and Spiritual Arrays-New Evidence from the Prehistoric Battlefield of the Northland"?"
Just hearing the first half sentence, the apprentice was shocked!
Oh my God, that is--
He rushed to the guests frantically, but was tripped by a ladder on the road, and he smashed a dog to eat shit.
The guest still read the scroll in his hand with interest, looking relaxed.
The young apprentice couldn't care about the painful palm, got up in twos and threes, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the guests:
"That's...mine!"
The guest raised his head and smiled freely at him.
He has long ears, fair complexion, very handsome, and elegant sitting posture, but he is extraordinary.
A beautiful man.
Like a person in a painting.
The apprentice grabbed the seat on the side and stopped abruptly, so that he didn't hit the opponent.
"Yes, I saw the signature."
"There are also comments for rejection," the beautiful man chuckled, raised the scroll in his hand at the apprentice, and turned out a page of red comments:
"'Self-satisfying, irrational fantasy speculation'."
The apprentice turned red.
He looked at the remarks, as if he was caught in his neck, and his arrogant voice instantly lowered several degrees:
"That's—"
The apprentice struggled for a while, but finally said stubbornly:
"It's none of your business."
The beautiful man smiled softly.
The apprentice noticed that the other party's dress did not resemble the usual hues in the tower. On the contrary, his mage's robe was bold in color, trendy in design, and expensive in materials. It seemed to have star-like reflections in the morning light.
Strange.
Who is he?
"So you are that person?"
The guest continues to turn over the scroll on his hand:
"The ‘sacred stick mage’ at the Red Corner Tower?"
The apprentice was taken aback.
Because of the peculiar architectural style of the main tower, the soul tower is nicknamed the "Red Corner Tower" by the apprentices of other magic towers.
But they never mention this title themselves, that is to say...
However, the apprentice who came back to his senses was quickly attracted by another name called Breath:
"God——God stick?"
What's this special name?
The handsome man nodded.
"So you really believe it," the guest lifted his gaze from the scroll and nodded gently to the apprentice, like a spring breeze:
"In the Chase-Holy Battle more than a thousand years ago, King Ansett opened the gates of **** and defeated the ancient orcs with the power of mysterious demons?"
The apprentice blinked. He stared at the manuscript that belonged to him in the opponent's hand, and understood something.
"Sacred stick mage, okay."
The apprentice sighed and raised an index finger, as if used to this scene thousands of times:
"Listen, I'm not a **** stick, and I never said that defeating the ancient orcs is based on demons..."
But the guest interrupted him immediately:
"But your paper, the reviewer's comments are written like this."
The other party turns over a page in the scroll and shows it to the apprentice.
A paragraph was circled in red pen above, and the comment on one side reads "If you like the devil so much, I suggest you go to the gates of **** to continue studying".
The apprentice took a breath, then his face flushed.
He seemed to be insulted, his voice hurried:
"This is...this is taken out of context!"
The guest looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.
This makes the apprentice even more upset.
He chopped his hand to avoid his own paper, flipping through it skillfully and habitually, picking up a crumpled page indiscriminately:
"Look?"
He pointed angrily at one of the sketches filled with notes, which looked like a human skeleton:
"The latest ancient battlefield evidence unearthed under Fort Allende... More than a thousand remains of ancient human warriors, bearing the distinctive characteristics of the early Kings... Most of the samples have been counted in multiple locations. Endless blows and injuries..."
The guest leaned in, watching with relish.
The apprentice said faster and faster: "The degree and the number are far beyond our imagination, and some bodies even pierced the heart while smashing the skull..."
"I guess," the beautiful man smiled slightly and his hair fluttered: "These ancient knights who represent the kings fought very bravely? Fight to the dead with the orcs? Are you traumatized?"
"No!"
The apprentice is decisive, and works hard to shake the scroll in his hand:
"This means that they have suffered more than one fatal trauma during their lifetime! More than once!"
He tried to repeat the point.
"Perhaps, the ancient people are more extraordinary?"
The tone of the beautiful man is still joking:
"It's like the physique of ancient orcs far surpasses contemporary orcs?"
The apprentice felt insulted.
"No!"
He raised the volume, gritted his teeth, habitually raised his fingers, repeating tirelessly:
"No human being can withstand such a fatal blow even once! No!"
"No matter how tough the will is! No way!"
"No matter how powerful and extraordinary power, there is no way, no way!"
Every time he emphasized, the beautiful man nodded in a spring breeze.
It seems to understand.
"Then?"
The apprentice took a deep breath and turned to the next page.
"Then, I personally dug out the remains from the ground and thawed from the frozen state. I swear that the flesh and blood remaining from that thing are still alive, if it weren’t for my eye sickness... There are more than a thousand corpses, and I list the specific data here..."
But the apprentice's words stopped abruptly.
I saw that the part he pointed to was filled with red pen in the paper, and he could hardly see the original appearance. He wrote replies in different handwritings: "The statistical method is too rough", "Is the processing selectivity biased", "Recommendation Select sample", "Test cannot be convincing", "Correlation does not equal cause and effect" and so on.
The most dazzling sentence is: "Is your math taught by a swordsman teacher?"
The beautiful man seems to be uncontrollable.
The apprentice flushed and stuffed the paper into the bag.
"In short, it is no longer a category that can be explained by the Alchemy Tower's'Strengthening Skill','Strong Forging Magic','Quality Affinity' or the Soul Tower's'Light and Shadow Dizi' and'Soul Body Theory' , Let alone the extraordinary power of'will affects the body'."
He is still trying to explain:
"I guess, you can't find anything like that even in the most perverted Ascetic Tower..."
The guest nodded and encouraged him to continue:
"So?"
The apprentice adjusted his breathing 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 to the outside..."
Ignore the basic rules, from the inside to the outside...
"You mean..."
The guest pondered and said lightly:
"Religious exorcism records in Myojin Catholic Church?"
The apprentice's words stagnated.
The beautiful man gave a chuckle:
"So, back to the devil again."
The apprentice cleared his throat.
"No, not all, and it doesn't have to be Myojin..."
"But," he tried to defend something, but in the end he gave up his efforts and his voice became low:
"Yes, most of them are."
"At least that is...potential circumstantial evidence that you can refer to at the moment."
The apprentice looks decadent, he elbows the bag containing the paper:
"I just want to say that if we are willing to put aside our prejudices and re-examine relevant religious books and even legends, there will be, I mean, maybe it will be helpful."
What did the guest understand:
"So the reviewers think that you are advocating mysterious and even religious theories such as'the existence of demons'?"
The apprentice’s expression fades completely:
"They smirked and asked me if I went to the'gate of hell' to listen to the sermon again."
The apprentice looked dullly at the crumpled paper in the bag.
See you, God, the gate of hell, has he been there once?
I was tricked into it!
The big sister who preached, she looked so intellectual, so mature, so beautiful...
As a result, I like...
The apprentice shook his head, driving away the unpleasant memory.
After he smelled the **** smell of the sacrificial offering, he tried to escape immediately!
"Your topic, I understand."
The guest suddenly uttered a voice.
The apprentice raised his head.
"What?"
The beautiful man touches his chin,
"The rare transformation magic that works on the original level..."
"Using contemporary meta-system hypotheses to explain those ancient spirit-calling formations that have been despised for a long time..."
The guest used the terms in his paper proficiently:
"You are trying to establish an argument that can be accepted by the wizards-from the perspective of modern magic, to explain the indescribable mysterious phenomenon."
The beautiful man raised his eyes:
"For your convenience?"
"Apply for funding for the next research?"
The apprentice snorted, quite a bit self-defeating:
"It's not the same."
"Also, the archaeological excavation is over, it's out of play."
The huge classroom was silent for a while, and the two of them were silent, separated by a seat.
A few seconds later, something was unexpected to the apprentice, and the client did not comfort or laugh at it—this was the most treatment he had received in more than a month.
"Divine Art."
The beautiful man turned his head and asked seriously and seriously:
"Why is it not magical?"
The apprentice was startled.
"What?"
I saw the beautiful man lower his head, his eyes gleaming.
"Ignore the basic rules and completely change the form of life."
"In countless religious records and legends, miracles and magic arts have shown the same effectiveness, haven't they?"
The beautiful man eats every word:
"Living dead, flesh and bones, rejuvenated body, god-making agent."
The apprentice paused for a long time before hesitating and speaking:
"I...that is not the focus of my research."
"I'm not a Myojin believer, I'm not... a **** stick."
He was sullen and honest.
But the handsome man looked at him for a long time, but smiled.
"Actually you thought of it, right?"
The words of the beautiful man have the power of bewitching: "Moreover, there are more records of miracles and miracles in more detail."
"But you failed to write it."
The apprentice shuddered slightly.
After a long while, the apprentice exhaled and patted his paper:
"Just written like this, it is enough to make people think that I am a magic stick..."
His tone seemed to admit his fate:
"I still want to keep my job."
The guest is silent.
"I thought the Tower of Souls was very open."
The beautiful man whispered:
"Here, everyone has and should have an'independent and free soul'."
The apprentice sneered lightly, disapproving.
"No matter how independent they are, they are also human."
He sat on his back in his seat and looked at the ceiling, his tone was unspeakably disappointed:
"No matter how free they are, they are also mages."
"Innately reject certain things."
These words made the beautiful man lost in thought.
"They don’t believe that there are other paths beyond their path that can be called ‘reason’, which is categorized as ‘ignorance’-by magic standards."
The apprentice speaks well:
"They believe that even if they can be suspected, even if they can be falsified, even if their own established arguments are eventually overturned, they must and can only proceed in their own way-otherwise it is just a fool's say, irrational."
"They believe that everything that exists in the world must be explained by a logical reason that they recognize before it is reasonable."
"Because magic is advanced and magic is truth."
The apprentice sighed.
"As mages, we are so ‘progress’," he was listless:
"So that, we can no longer be more'progress'."
Another unspeakable silence.
Until the handsome man raised his head.
"Too big."
The apprentice was puzzled.
I saw the beautiful man fluff his hair casually and happily:
"The scope of your complaint is too big, but it's not about magic concepts."
"It's just a wizard, it's just a human thing."
The apprentice was taken aback:
"I don't understand?"
The handsome man smiled coolly, making him a little dazzled:
"The reason why you were rejected--it's politics."
The apprentice’s face changed slightly:
"Sorry?"
The beautiful man unceremoniously reached out his hand and tapped on the apprentice’s forehead:
"To be precise, it is about the power of discourse, dominance, vested interests, and the structure of the magic tower in magic research-politics."
The apprentice looked at him blankly.
What, what do you mean?
The beautiful man drew the stack of parchment from between them:
"Especially this kind of argument that'we should put down our bodies and re-examine religious legends'."
"The reason they reject this argument is because of recent events."
The apprentice rolled his eyes.
Recently?
I saw the beautiful man turning his paper while smiling mysteriously:
"Three months ago, the Seat of Ten Thousand Dharma was defeated in the debate on the truth with the Diocese of Northland."
The apprentice's expression changed.
The Seat of Ten Thousand Dharma stands for the Tower of Soul, and it is not going well in the debate. He knows that for this reason, he has received a lot of arguments from the apprentices and colleagues of the Power Seat.
However, is it not normal for arguments to have winners and losers?
Fart related to his paper?
The beautiful man continued:
"Unfortunately, the Duke of the Northland and Governor of the Province was among the observers. The impact was profound and the consequences were not small."
The beautiful man squinted his eyes and smiled:
"The recognition of the Allende family, including the strong recommendation of the Catholic Church, allowed the young bishop of the Northern Diocese to go south to the capital of triumph and enter the highest palace to preach to the nobles in the capital, including the royal family. It is said that, He also met with His Majesty the Emperor and had a very happy conversation."
"This matter has become a hot topic, spreading throughout the 23 provinces of the empire."
"There are even rumors that your majesty intends to let this young and knowledgeable Bishop of the Northern Land as the Prime Minister of the Empire in order to replace the rebellious and blamed Earl Renato."
A series of inexplicable terms and events shocked the apprentice’s brain filled with corpse bones:
"So?"
The beautiful man closed the paper roll, leaned on the arm of the seat, and approached him with a smile.
"So, now not only you, the Red Corner Tower, but also the senior leaders of the Three Towers urgently need to regroup, save their faces, strengthen their confidence, and make people believe that magic is the truth in the world, and the mage is the right way for mankind."
Slap!
The beautiful man waved the essay and gently pulled it on the forehead of the ignorant apprentice.
"But at this time, you handed such a paper up."
"Say, ‘Hey, maybe the stories written by the gods’ sticks make sense.’ You want to apply for funding to set up a research group?"
The apprentice understood something. He took the crumpled paper from his head and looked at the guest foolishly.
"If they let you pass..."
The beautiful man hummed softly:
"What about the authority of magic in the minds of Guangda University in such a time of panic and low morale?"
"What about the power of the court mages in the major clans of the empire?"
"What if the nobles no longer believe in reason and turn to mystery?"
"What we have spent thousands of years to obtain, this whole set of research systems and systems, demonstration methods and principles, and their guiding status in the magic system?"
The apprentice held the essay in his arms and blinked in confusion.
What?
"The most important thing is..."
The beautiful man chuckled, stretched his hand forward, and nodded the apprentice’s forehead:
"What saved mankind a thousand years ago was not magic, not wizards, not man’s own wisdom and power, but really illusory gods and demons... After the'great reconciliation', we have a hard time in the hearts of the people What should we do if we have established an absolute advantage over the faith of the church?"
The apprentice took a deep breath, and after straightening out the logic, he was a little uncomfortable:
"But...but if this is the truth..."
The beautiful man's voice suddenly fell cold and interrupted him:
"Then the truth should be buried and never see the sun."
The beautiful man sinks his face, but he has no cool charm:
"Unless this is really beneficial to us, it will not affect the absolute dominance of the wizards in the secular world."
The beautiful man stretched out his hand again and tapped the apprentice’s head—he seemed to particularly like such small movements— said:
"Knowledge is also constructed by power."
"I love my teacher first, so I love the truth."
The apprentice shook his head and ran away from the guest.
He thought carefully about every word the other person said.
A question was opened, but endless questions followed.
He looked at the guests suspiciously:
"You...you just said, who are you from?"
The handsome man sat back in his seat and his smile became more mysterious.
"I didn't say, but..."
He lifted his chin slightly and stretched out his right hand, cleverly hiding his arrogance in a playful tone:
"Mackintosh."
"Mackinta Renato."
The beautiful man whispered:
"Nice to meet you."
The apprentice subconsciously held the pair of tender, smooth and white hands of the other party, and at first glance, the noble hand who had not done much farm work:
"Oh, yeah, I am also happy to admit...wait, Renato?"
The apprentice's face changed.
The surname of Renato, still such a young mage...
He remembered what, first hurriedly recalled, at the moment he thought of it, his whole body was shocked!
"My God, you are the one..."
He pointed to the Macintosh in horror:
"The orthodox imperial nobles, descendants of the founding six stars, the dandy son of the prime minister, the fiance of the princess ‘Secret Blue’ in the royal family, the one who is only obsessed with magic but not an official..."
Mackinta smiled and listened to the apprentices counting out the titles, which seemed quite habitual and quite enjoyable.
The apprentice's expression is slightly stagnant.
"That's not right, how do I remember that the war tower took you away before us... why are you..."
War Tower.
Mackinta has a slight meal:
"Yes, I am indeed an apprentice belonging to the Alchemy Tower."
The apprentice nodded suddenly:
"So, you are a muscular guy-ahem, I'm sorry, you were sent by the Alchemy Tower to visit, which lecture?"
But Macintosh shook his head:
"No, I'm here to learn."
"I am the beneficiary of the latest "Horn of War" twin tower joint training program."
The Horn of War.
The apprentice understands that, as the name suggests, it refers to the mainstay in the magic world. Among the wizards, they are commonly known as the two major towers of alchemy and soul, ‘war’ and ‘red horn’, but...
"Two towers, joint training?"
The apprentice looked at each other in surprise.
"That's right."
The beautiful man nodded, smiling brightly, as if taking away the dimness in the classroom:
"I was a joint student for two and a half years-joint student."
Oh.
The apprentice stroked his head foolishly.
Why does this sound weird? It seems something is wrong...
However.
It's rare.
According to the legend, the twin towers calling each other a "muscle guy" and a "thinker", not from magical ideas to organizational structure, from high-level relationships to apprentice competition, there are huge differences in each place, and each meeting has to be pinched. Are you old and dead?
Mackinta cleared his throat and put away his smile that could fascinate half of the imperial girl and a quarter of the imperial boy:
"Listen, I have a research plan at hand."
He looked at the apprentice seriously:
"Maybe you will be interested."
The apprentice hummed inwardly.
What I said.
Why come to an empty classroom early in the morning?
The magic review period has come, and it seems that it is the organizer of a certain short research project. A large number of mysterious accounts cannot be reimbursed. It is necessary to recruit people and cheat funds...
The apprentice is lazy and authentic:
"So, what is the research topic?"
Mackintosh smiled slightly, Chang Fa was obviously cursed with the wind, drifting freely in the air:
"As you said, some subversive topics, some directions that may not be recognized, some things that we need to question ourselves, some things that require us to overturn deep-rooted beliefs that we don't want to touch before we get."
The apprentice replied perfunctorily:
"Oh..."
Unsurprisingly, even the research subject is inexplicable...
Until the other person's next sentence.
"And our research field is underground in Fort Allende in the Northern Province, between the mountainside."
A few seconds later, the apprentice who understood him suddenly changed color.
He stood up abruptly, looked at the Macintosh, and for a while forgot to admire the beauty of the other side's flourishing age:
"Underground, mountainside, you mean..."
Mackinta smiled softly and stood up too
"Yes, it is the old place mentioned in your paper, the ruins of the ancient battlefield of the Kings, the ancient underground transportation road you participated in the excavation."
The beautiful man walked up to the apprentice, just a head taller than the other, looking down at him condescendingly:
"The folk nickname-'Black Path'."
The apprentice was completely stunned.
But Macintosh didn't let him go, and skillfully told a secret that even the apprentice didn't know:
"After your Red Corner Tower was forced to withdraw from the joint pressure of the official research team of the Empire, the Tower of the Ascetics, and the Myoshin Church, the handling of the site fell into the hands of the Governor of the Northern Province."
"The Duke of the North, who is good at playing with the mud, originally only planned to plug the cave entrance and build a monument to'We Fucked the Ancient Orcs'..."
"Unfortunately, I know the heir of Duke Arund very well, and he delegated this work to me."
The beautiful man bends down and puts his apprentice’s forehead:
"You know, if I build a monument, I happen to be able to use someone like you."
He blinked.
"You."
The azure blue in the pupil, like entering the deep sea.
The apprentice couldn't care about the other person's excessive closeness, and subconsciously swallowed his throat.
"You mean...a fake project, with different appearances...this, isn't it illegal?"
Mackinta smiled, and didn't answer directly:
"How to say, do you want to come?"
The apprentice took a few steps back, soothing the breath that was rushing because the opponent was approaching.
He glanced at the other person in surprise, then at his paper.
Black Trail.
Explore.
But after a few seconds, the apprentice who had figured out something paled.
"There were many people who participated in the excavation."
The apprentice's face became dull:
"For example, my mentor, Master Donovan."
"You should go find him."
Mackinta stared at his expression and smiled.
"Donovan? Donovan is only one step away from the title of Master?"
He scratched his chin, thoughtfully:
"How to say, I have studied all his works from the early days to the present."
The apprentice chuckled.
"You are really confident."
He looked at the noble young master in front of him without hesitation:
"In the career of Master Donovan, there were 163 theses and twelve books..."
"No."
Mackinta shook his head and interrupted him.
"To be precise, 192 papers and thirteen books."
The apprentice suddenly changes.
I saw the beautiful man in front of me understatement:
"Includes some manuscripts of his studies when he was young, and a book that is being edited and not yet published."
The apprentice was stunned.
Fuck.
This guy is handsome, after all, there are still many people in the world who are close to my looks.
But, he looks like a dude, and he's not too old?
Could it be...
Macintosh didn’t pay attention to the other person’s thinking:
"But unfortunately, I found that the once famous Master Donovan has become conservative and backward, and the latest books and papers are all clichés, and they are not enterprising."
His words reveal deep disappointment:
"Master Donovan, he is old."
The apprentice froze for a moment, then unhurriedly showed the energy to teach the students:
"Eh, you kid..."
But Macintosh did not let him go on:
"In recent years, he has made a few interesting works..."
The beautiful man raised his eyes and looked directly at the apprentice holding the paper:
"It was all co-written with one of his unknown students and teaching assistants."
The apprentice froze.
"That's you."
Mackinta stared at him, whispering:
"Three years ago, because of a serious violation of research ethics, he was demoted from first-class to third-class apprentice——Torros Mill."
The classroom is silent.
Young apprentice—Torros was silent.
A few seconds later, Toros gave a light cough:
"Yes, but Master Donovan is still my mentor and employer. I think you'd better find him first..."
This time, Macintosh also ignored his words and went straight ahead:
"Are you willing?"
Toros shivered sharply.
Mackinta sneered:
"Obviously talented, but only because of a so-called ‘political error’, I was deprived of the qualification for promotion for life."
Torros's breathing became fast.
"I am a young man, but my future is not bright. I will only be a third-class apprentice in my life? Even when anonymously reviewing, I am frequently rejected?"
In the classroom, one person questioned with his back, and the other was holding a paper.
Silent relative.
Toros struggled to regain his breathing:
"Listen, three years ago, if it weren't for Master Donovan to protect me under pressure..."
But Macintosh’s questions came one after another, like a sword full of extraordinary power, piercing his heart:
"Are you willing?"
At this moment, the beautiful man speaks sharply, like a prophet of God:
"Obviously full of ambition and infinite curiosity, but I can only hide behind the teacher, do some chores, silently proofread the manuscript, and check the data?"
"And..."
Mackinta glanced at the classroom:
"Maintain polyphonic stone?"
Torros' palms pressed harder to hold the rejected paper tighter.
Mackinta slowly stretched out his hand:
"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 that one day they are only worth looking up at your back."
Toros lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.
Slumped into complete silence.
Mackinta was not in a hurry, but waited for him quietly, quite patiently.
Seems to be sure of the other's reaction.
However, after a few seconds, Toros raised his head.
"I, refuse."
The apprentice spoke with difficulty, slowly biting his words.
"I'm having a great time here," Toros held his paper, his tone trembling:
"I chose magic because of love, not success."
The Macintosh was a little surprised.
"Really?"
The beautiful man starts to look at Torros again:
"You know, for you, such opportunities don't always happen, right?"
"At least, I will provide you with enough salary..."
Toros suddenly uttered, interrupting Macintosh:
"Listen!"
His face tightened, and the knuckles of the paper turned white:
"I'm still very busy, I have to rush to prepare facilities for the next lecture..."
The apprentice did not continue.
The Macintosh raised his eyebrows.
"All right."
He nodded, a little regretful:
"It's a pity."
The beautiful man stared at each other, but the apprentice didn't say a word, and seemed unmoved.
Mackinta sighed and had to turn around and leave.
The moment the opponent turned around, Toros, who had been silent, closed his eyes severely and bit his lower lip.
It seems to be suffering.
Just now.
"Torros."
The Macintosh did not turn around.
"I heard that you were born in the Knight's House in Chavining, right?"
The apprentice's face changed.
Torros raised his head warily:
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just I inquired in the tower," Macintosh did not rush or turn around:
"You have a childhood sweetheart fiancée who, after becoming religious, is determined to serve the gods, and for this reason she broke the marriage contract."
"Being a nun who never married forever?"
Fiancee.
Break the marriage contract.
For a moment, Toros' thinking froze.
The paper in his arms moaned in pain.
Mackinto's lips curled up.
"Hey, muscle guy."
After a long while, Torros, who was lost in his soul, screamed:
"This has nothing to do with you."
But the Macintosh is like a hunter chasing the bloodstain of the prey, chasing it:
"Then, dear Torros, you have not tried to squeeze into the magic tower until you are over eighteen, and you are determined to the way of magic..."
"She is still so obsessed with explaining various mysteries with magic, is it related to her?"
Torros suddenly raised his head and shouted angrily:
"Of course not!"
Mackinta turned around, looking at the slightly trembling apprentice with a subtle expression.
Toros realized that his attitude was wrong.
He cleared his throat and tried to bring his tone back to normal:
"I, my research direction and attitude have always been the same, and will not be affected by outside work."
He spoke very firmly.
No doubt.
Mackintosh smiled.
"That's good."
He turned around again, intentionally or unintentionally:
"Oh, let me tell you something by the way."
"Your nun's fiancée, she was promoted to her side by a young bishop because of her religious faith and excellent work."
Toros went stiff.
"Oh, by coincidence, it is the bishop Zieg who was just mentioned, respected by His Majesty the Emperor."
The Macintosh’s voice penetrated his ears like the whispers of a legendary demon, and couldn’t stop it:
"As the holy nun whom believers admire, your fiancée—sorry, ex-fiancée—is deeply trusted and bathed in grace."
"Dedicating yourself."
The air in the classroom seemed to freeze.
After a long while.
"Ok, I see." The apprentice said in a daze.
The way Macintosh looked at him, the corners of his mouth became cold.
"Then I'm leaving," the beautiful man said lightly:
"Good luck to you and your paper."
Mackinta turned around, took a step, and sighed smoothly:
"Those missionaries, their fascination is really great, aren't they."
The opponent's footsteps slowly go away.
No.
Toros thought desperately.
No.
She didn't believe in religion because of the clergyman.
Because...
Because...
With a click, the paper in Toros' hands fell to the floor.
Torros wakes up like a dream.
He squatted down in silence, picking up the paper that was crumpled by himself.
The last page of the paper full of red letters shows up with a line of approval.
Although they are all anonymous reviewers, this does not prevent Toros from recognizing his teacher’s handwriting:
[Magic, in the final analysis, is about human knowledge. 】
【Don't get lost in the endless pursuit of curiosity, lose your heart. 】
Mage Donovan.
Torros's breathing became fast.
Learning about people...
His fists are getting tighter.
About people...
The apprentice's heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
People...
"Wait a minute!"
Torros's scream sounded in the classroom.
The sound of footsteps stopped.
Mackinto turned around slowly, looking at the apprentice with a calm expression.
"Co-student..."
Toros breathed in a hurry. He stared at the essay in his hand, his expression changed sharply, as if he was hesitant and regretful.
"Your **** research project..."
A second later, Toros looked up and looked up.
He decisively threw away the parchment in his hand~IndoMTL.com~ like throwing it away.
"When will it start?"
Mackinta looked at the apprentice from a distance, and didn't answer, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.
Until he smiled satisfied.
"Soon, honey, soon."
The Macintosh smiled warmly, and Toros looked cold.
"But don't worry."
"Trust me," the beautiful man stared at the apprentice in front of him, his tone filled with the satisfaction of hunting prey:
"Our days in the future are still growing."
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