Chapter 153 Dissolution
Nolan High School of Magic.
Heerlan just rushed back to the college from the Whitebud Theater with her best friend, and she has a very important class in the afternoon.
A brand-new course, still taught by the dean of this advanced magic academy, Rursk the Grey, personally!
Rursk the Gray is the sage who stands on the side of all the spellcasters in Nolan. It is exciting for every apprentice spellcaster to be able to listen to a great sage's lecture in person.
The power of spellcasters comes from inscriptions, and the inscriptions they have come from their knowledge of the world.
The knowledge imparted by Rursk the Grey-cloaked man can definitely awaken many brand new inscriptions after understanding.
No one will refuse this lecture.
Hellan was very lucky to get the qualification to study this class by virtue of her status as a top student at the Nolan Higher Magic Academy.
But she found that she didn't have the heart to care about this class at all. The reason was that her good friend Sansa took her to the Whitebud Theater in the morning to watch a "little gift" that the devil got after she was not too cold.
"Herlan, I already have the identity certificate of this forum, you haven't registered yet?"
Sansa stared at the white interface in front of Hellan's eyes. On the first line of the interface were written four words 'Spellcaster Forum User Agreement'.
When she used the magic net for the first time, she couldn't wait to try it herself because she had found something new that surpassed her cognition.
As for the ten-and-a-half-page user agreement, Sansa agreed without thinking.
However, Heerlan seriously read the ten and a half pages of user agreement! If this is placed on the earth, it is a rare species that is about to become extinct.
"The source of Sansa's new magic is complicated, whether it is the use of steps or restrictions."
After reading the user agreement, Herlan chose to agree.
"Isn't it just a magic that can be used to chat casually? I just wanted to use this to ask the Flower of Faluoxi a few questions. I thought that the movies of the Black Swan Troupe were as boring as their stage plays, but I didn't expect that."
Sansa bought this primordial stone that can log into the magic net for one silver coin for the gimmick of "being able to communicate with the flower of Faroshi at close range".
When she recalled the not too cold plot of this demon again, her emotions seemed to be a little out of control.
"Its function is far more terrifying than chatting."
Helllan handed her handkerchief to Sansa thoughtfully and said.
She was also someone who had learned programming with Qiao Xiu, and she understood the meaning and value of the magic net better than other spellcaster apprentices.
But the two spellcaster apprentices sitting in the back row of the classroom hadn't been whispering for a long time, and the figure walking in from the door of the classroom made them shut up immediately.
It was a middle-aged man with a height of only 1.6 meters. His eyes scanned the entire classroom like a reptile. This cold look made all the apprentices cover their mouths.
‘Why is the poisonous snake mentor of the voodoo school here? This class should have nothing to do with anti-curse'
Sansa carefully typed this paragraph on the screen in front of her with the virtual keyboard she had just learned.
'have no idea. '
Herlan also responded to her in the same way.
The instructor who was called the poisonous snake snorted coldly and sat directly in the front row of the classroom.
'The old man of the Zhiyan inscription system, I guess he failed the experiment again yesterday. '
Sansa soon saw another mentor walk in, most notably with his Afro hairstyle.
The instructor of another student sat in the front row.
It was only at this time that Helan realized that in the classroom that could seat two to three hundred people, there were not many spellcaster apprentices in the true sense, and a large part of those present were wild mages in strange clothes.
This was a complete pain for the dozen or so spellcaster apprentices present.
They originally thought that the principal came to this class in person, but it turned out that not only the principal, but also their dean, head teacher, and all the teachers sat next to them collectively.
'The Archbishop of the Desireless'
Sansa looked at the hunchbacked figure and didn't know what to say.
After the desireless person walked into the classroom, there were no empty seats in the classroom. An apprentice spellcaster sitting at the front of the classroom seemed to recognize the archbishop of the kingdom of the Holy Church.
The apprentice stood up in panic and wanted to give up his seat to the Desireless, but the Desireless just patted his shoulder and shook his head, then stood aside with a cane.
Although this class was taught by one of Nolan's greatest magicians, the gray clothed man as a mentor.
But his student lineup is too luxurious!
"The man in gray is here."
Hellan said in a voice only she and Sansa could hear.
The long wait finally ushered in finally ushered in the arrival of the man in gray.
The clothing of this archmage who holds the position of sage in Nolan still makes people frown when they see it.
Whether it's the dirty white robe or the few owl feathers on his head, he looks like a poor wild mage.
"Ahem, there was something unexpected about the notification. It seemed to confuse my first programming class with this meeting, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, those who should be there are also there, and those who shouldn't be there are also there."
The gray-clothed man cleared his throat, his voice and demeanor were absolutely incompatible with those majestic and wise great magicians.
"I've called you together to make an announcement."
The man in gray drew an inscription with his fingers, and an owl feather on his head suddenly flew up, writing a line of words in midair.
‘The Owl Pen Pal Club will be officially disbanded starting today! '
After this line of words appeared in the air, there was an instant commotion among the spellcasters sitting in the classroom.
"The Rursk Pen Pal Club has been going on for so many years, and the operation of the Owl Station is also normal. What do you mean by suddenly announcing the disbandment of the pen pal?"
Soon this news was questioned, and all the spellcasters present were senior members of the Owl Pen Pal Club.
The spell caster who raised the question was the poisonous snake mentor who was kept at a distance by the apprentices.
"The exchanges in the owl pen pal club have provided many of us with a lot of inspiration and experience in magic research. It seems a bit inappropriate to announce the dissolution of Rursk so suddenly."
"Fucking nonsense, poisonous snake, don't think I don't know! You pretend to be a woman in the letter to deceive the affection of the young spellcaster! I have condemned this vicious face several times in several letters, and the one who used fire Old man, can you write something you own in every letter? All the alchemy formulas given are for making unstable explosives!"
As the most senior member of the entire owl pen pal club, the gray-clothed man revealed the essence of the pen pal club in a few words. (.)