Chapter 663 Anyang Instructor

In a fulfilling life, a month goes by in a blink of an eye.

"Dong dong dong..."

The door was knocked rhythmically.

Anyang waved his hand, and the door opened automatically, revealing Shirley and a trainee.

Several people lowered their heads and did not look directly at Anyang, only Lydia did not have their concerns, stood at the door and straightened her body, and looked inside silently. From her angle, she could see a bulging figure of a woman lying on a bed inside, slender and tall, with a pair of white legs that were slender and straight, making her breathing a bit heavier.

"Today is the day you taught for the first time..."

"I know."

"There is still an hour before the lecture. I have prepared a carriage for you. You have to get ready as soon as possible."

"I'll change clothes and come out."

"Then we are waiting for you below."

"kindness."

Shirley bowed to him and then turned to leave with her sword in hand, but both Yu and Martin quickly followed.

I feel sorry for the trainee who is responsible for notifying Anyang. It was originally his job, and he could even get a little tip from it, but all the words were finished by Shirley.

Anyang looked at Lydia, who was standing still at the door, smiled and said, "Cousin, come in and sit down."

Lydia didn't move, but looked into the door with a cold gaze. She was tall and slender, and she could look past Anyang with a little tiptoe.

"Who is that?"

It was at this moment that Eve coughed.

"Cough cough..."

Anyang turned to look at Eve, then turned around and said helplessly: "This is the mission reward for the mission to kill Dona last month, a moon elf. You know that many academics have their own experimental assistants, just in time. I didn't have any students to help me, and races like moon elves were the best candidates for experimental assistants, so I kept her."

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

Lydia said coldly, turned around and left.

arrogant to god...

Anyang looked helpless, then walked back into the house, picked up a clean robe and prepared to change.

Eve lay upright on the bed with her beautiful eyes open, but stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, no one knew what she was thinking, and occasionally coughed in pain.

In the past month, the elf and Anyang have become familiar with each other. She is very adaptable and quickly accepted the master-slave status of the two, and also learned some things to do in the experiment. But a few days ago, when she was helping Anyang to carry out an experiment, she was affected by the energy radiation generated by the failure of the experiment, and she had been lying in bed for several days.

Anyang quickly changed his clothes and came out, walked to her and cast an accelerated recovery technique, took out a tube of medicine from the side, walked to the bed to help her up, and fed her to drink.

"Rest well, you'll be fine soon."

"Um……"

Eve let out an indistinct hum, stood up with force, and opened her mouth to drink the potion.

Anyang looked a little guilty.

If the mana is still there, so many healing spells will definitely make Eve get better quickly, and it is also very simple to remove the negative radiation effects on her body, but unfortunately...

In fact, the energy radiation of the experiment a few days ago was very high, and it is very likely that ordinary people would be directly killed if they were experiment assistants. Only minority races such as elves or trainees could survive. However, Anyang, who has always been smooth in the experiment, failed, and the chaotic energy radiation that erupted at that moment could not even be endured by the elves.

It's basically Anyang's fault that caused this situation...

But also unintentional.

Eve turned over with difficulty, looked out the window with her eyes open, still didn't speak, she looked lonely and helpless.

Anyang glanced at her silently, ignored it, picked up a stack of papers, turned around and walked out.

The people below have been waiting for him for a long time.

Shirley and the others were used to waiting. Lydia stood still, wondering what she was thinking.

Seeing him coming, Shirley lifted the curtain of the car.

Anyang got into the carriage and waited for a while. Seeing that there was no movement outside, he asked again, "Could Lidia not come up?"

Lydia was expressionless and silently stepped into the carriage.

Anyang's mouth twitched: "Let's go."

"Yes!"

With a snap, Shirley swung her horse whip and made a sound, and the frightened horse immediately trotted forward.

The atmosphere in the carriage was habitually silent.

Lydia looked at Anyang, and Anyang also looked at Lydia, but neither of them said a word, as if the feeling when Lidia came to him for a night chat with snacks no longer existed.

In the end, it was Anyang who broke the silence: "I heard that you are already preparing to hit the threshold of academics?"

Lydia nodded and looked at him again: "So what? You are already a second-order academic!"

In other words, my speed is still not as fast as yours.

Anyang knew that his advanced process was more like restoring his strength, but he didn't want to argue or explain with Lydia, and asked, "Is your natal spell ready?"

"Ready."

"Did Lord Edie give it to you?"

"There's also one that I figured out on my own."

"Oh..." Anyang nodded and took out a thick stack of paper from his arms, "I don't know what the spells that Lord Idi gave you and the ones you got yourself, but I have prepared three for you. It's a pretty good first-order spell, you can take it back and have a look, and you can consider changing it if it's suitable."

Lydia swept the spell in his hand, and then refused without hesitation: "No need, the spell I prepared myself is pretty good, and knowledge is so precious..."

Anyang felt pained by the pride of this cheap cousin, but still quickly said: "There is nothing precious between you and me, I just want to do something for you."

Lydia fell silent, as if moved.

The corner of Anyang's mouth twitched again, and he simply struck while the iron was still hot and stuffed the paper recording the surgery into her hand, and stopped talking.

The above records are naturally the three natal spells he uses now, purple tassels, ancient summons and illusory strike. The three spells are absolutely top-level, and any one of them can be used in the control array. Gregory's genius-level academics, not to mention Lydia and others are geniuses, these spells are even more icing on the cake.

Anyang doesn't care that these precious spells are spread out, after all, Lydia and others are not outsiders.

And he has also faintly felt that after reaching the third-order academic, although the status of the technique control array is still important, it is difficult to play a life-determining role for the academic. This is probably due to the fact that most high-level academics have limited access to knowledge and resources when they are still apprentices, and the chosen natal spells are not very good.

At this time, academics need more knowledge and means to enrich themselves. Of course, it would be better if they could choose a natal spell with high enough development potential.

"By the way, if you don't want to be known by Lord Idi, come to me to activate the control array for you."

"I see."

Lydia said dumbly, clenching the pieces of paper.

She couldn't feel the preciousness of these techniques from Anyang's words. She didn't want this cousin to help her out of face, but she couldn't refuse for some reason.

Lydia glanced down at the paper, expressionless.

"Purple red tassel..."

The carriage quickly arrived in front of an ancient tower. This is where Anyang will teach today. It can basically be said that the tower of silence already belongs to him by default. Except the ground floor is used for Anyang's lectures, everything upstairs is empty and fully equipped. If Anyang wants to, he can move here at any time and change its name to Ain Tower.

It's just that he can't bear the resources of Lou Luo Tower...

"Sir, please come down..."

Shirley opened the curtain for him.

Anyang stepped out of the car, and someone specially greeted him at the door.

These apprentices who are responsible for receiving lecture instructors and lecturers are all working for the tower, because everyone has a limit for free courses, and if they exceed it, they will pay. For reception, the reward is to listen to the class for free.

Anyang walked into the auditorium, which was already full of people, but he didn't expect that he would be so popular, so he was slightly stunned.

It was only later that I realized that it was probably because I was promoted to a second-order scholar so quickly, I was in the limelight, and my fame had reached a peak, so everyone came to watch the fun...

Maybe some people think they have a secret!

"Welcome Lord Ain!"

A trainee shouted from behind.

The audience immediately remembered a peaceful applause.

Lydia and Shirley behind them also found a seat and sat below to listen to his lecture.

Anyang straightened his clothes and walked to the podium.

This is his first lecture, but he has also sat in the courtroom, so naturally he can't be frightened, and he also has knowledge in his stomach, so there will be no embarrassment of having nothing to say.

Looking down, there are many students who entered the tower in the same batch as him, but more are the trainees who came to the tower before him. Just as he glanced over, he found that Natalie was actually sitting below, and she smiled at him when he saw him, and there were other first-order academics, but it was estimated that most of them came to watch the fun. of.

Anyang cleared his throat, and the auditorium suddenly became quiet.

"Thank you for coming to my class. According to the usual practice, I should say what I am best at, but I have advanced too fast. I am not very clear about what I am good at."

Anyang had a humble smile on his face.

In fact, to say what he is good at, with biochips and abnormal brain power, he is probably better at this subject than most second-order academics who study a certain subject.

"Then let me talk about some of the things that everyone cares about most and are most important to an academic."

The people below suddenly made an uproar, and many people noticed that he was talking about academics, not trainees.