Chapter 154 Sign In

Hearing the words of the gray-clothed man, the spellcaster apprentices sitting in the last row of onlookers collectively entered a state of collapse of the three views.

They didn't expect that the mentors who usually seemed to be highly respected, even very dangerous, would have these strange hobbies in private.

"Even if there are many non-academic discussions in the Owl Pen Pal Club, this is the meaning of the existence of this pen pal club..."

The man in gray tore off the glossy coat of the Owl Pen Pal Club, reminding everyone that this pen pal club, despite its name of 'Magic Research', is actually a group of magicians gathered to talk about some of the things they have done in real life. Things I dare not say.

"Of course, the meaning of the existence of the Owl Pen Pal Club is to communicate on it, which is far easier than the 'Sage Council' held by the white-robed old man."

As the founder of the Owl Pen Pal Club, of course, the gray-clothed man cannot deny the contributions that the Owl P P P Club has made over the years.

"Then why did you disband the Owl Pen Pal Club?"

People kept raising new doubts. Some of Nolan's most restless spellcasters gathered here, facing the classroom below which was full of discussions.

The people in gray can only take tougher and more direct means to calm them down.

He used magic to condense everything he saw into a solid body, and a window made of pure white light appeared in front of the gray-clothed man.

The owl feather controlled by the inscription of order erased the line of "Owl Pen Pal Club" above the classroom and replaced it with a new paragraph of text.

Spellcaster Forum.

"That's why I'm disbanding."

The voice of the man in gray echoed clearly in the ears of every caster.

This morning, the man in gray received a letter from an owl. The content of the letter was very simple, "crushing that original spar", signed by the Chaos Demon he had met at the World Expo.

After the gray-clothed man spent more than an hour figuring out the role of the 'Spellcaster Forum', he wrote directly to call all the members of the Owl Pen Pal Club to hold this final meeting.

"This is the Holy Light system... Admonition magic?"

Several spellcasters thought of magic with similar abilities, and they all used magic to transmit text messages to each other.

"Admonishment magic? This thing is much greater than admonishment magic, far greater than any magic so far, and those forbidden arts that control wars are not comparable to it."

The gray-clothed man had already clicked into a section called 'Magic Research' in the caster forum, and there were only three posts in it.

One of the posts reads 'On how to build a means of communication far beyond letters'.

"This... This is the content of the 257th discussion of the Owl Pen Pal Club!"

Some spellcasters recognized the familiar title, which had been an issue written by the Gray Clothes.

"I have already expressed the defects of the letter transmission itself in this issue, and the letters were damaged and lost in the process of delivery... Every letter that records the issue disappears is a painful loss for us."

Suddenly, an old letter appeared in the hands of the man in gray.

This letter has been washed by rain and eroded by dust, and now I can barely see the incomplete content written on it from the withered and yellow corner of the letter, which is 'The seventy-second time of the owl pen pal meeting...'.

"But this new communication method called 'Spellcaster Forum' will never happen..."

The man in gray glanced at everyone below.

"You can continue to pretend to be pussies in the forum to deceive those innocent mage apprentices, post some dangerous alchemy formulas on it, or mock a guy's experiment failure! This is the new communication method I have always hoped for, and more It could even be said to be a whole new world.”

The man in gray had just finished his speech, and there was a new reply under the post he showed.

The name of the user who replied was 'Belle Scholar', and the content was 'Wait, wait...explain what's going on with pretending to be a girl? '

This new pop-up reply was noticed by everyone present.

In particular, the instructor named Viper's expression was so stiff that he seemed to be showing his fangs. The spellcasters present kept looking around the classroom.

It was obvious that the person who could ask such a question must be one of them, but unfortunately, they couldn't find the corresponding character through the strange name of 'Belle Scholar'.

‘Sansa…Aren’t you afraid that the tutor will continue to deduct your marks in the anti-curse course? '

Helllan found the culprit immediately, and began typing on the virtual keyboard to dissuade his friends from committing suicide.

'The user agreement doesn't say it's an equal world...and no one knows who I am. '

This was the only thing Sansa saw in the agreement.

'The agreement also said that if you publish dangerous remarks, if you insult others seriously, you will be deprived of the right to log in to the magic net forever, and your reputation in the real world may also be affected. '

Although Helan hadn't been in contact with Joshua for a long time, since it was something made by Joshua, that Chaos Demon would definitely seize control of the world.

For human beings, everyone is indeed equal in this virtual magical world, but this equal condition does not apply to the god who created this world.

Sansa replied in a nonsensical way this time, telling everyone present that the discussion on the caster forum is real-time!

There is no need to send out a letter like an owl pen pal club, and it will take a month to half a year to receive a new reply.

It only takes a few minutes on the caster forums to get fresh replies.

"Okay, does anyone have any objections? Even if there are objections, the Owl Pen Pal Club should be disbanded. It's time to give my old buddies a vacation and let them have a good rest."

The emergence of the caster forum and the existence of the owl pen pal club have no meaning.

The man in gray sighed, just like the carriage will eventually be replaced by vehicles driven by magic power, the letter paper will eventually become an ancient thing one day.

Just as the man in gray sighed, a brand new post popped up in the forum.

'Owl pen pals will sign up for posts. ’ Poster: The person who spreads the fire.

When the sitting casters saw this post, they all stood up silently.

"Rursk, after talking for so long, you still haven't told us how to use this forum."

"Wait..."

The man in gray raised his hand to tell them not to worry, and clicked into the post. After reading the post written by the person who spread the fire, he immediately responded with "sign in" and successfully snatched the sofa of this post. .