"Teacher...... This... Is this true?" Lekwale couldn't believe what his teacher Evre said.

"If you think about it for yourself, you will understand. His teacher, Yevre, let out a long sigh and said, "I know that this fact is too cruel for you. Back then, when I first heard the news, it was also decadent for a long time. However, later, I still figured it out, after all, for thousands of years, there have been many geniuses who have been immersed in this, such as the carp crossing the river, but they all fell into the sand and returned in vain. ”

"Now, it's up to you what you think. ”

Neither Yèvr nor the mysterious being above urged, and just let Lekwal stand there, thinking alone. Because they believe that anyone who can achieve the soul level is definitely not stupid. In the past, it may have been deep in it, and it was difficult to see the truth of the facts, but now, after being reminded, it will not be too difficult to understand and wake up.

Lekwale's expression changed for a while, and this fact hit him too hard. All the efforts in the past, perseverance and persistence, are all for this purpose. But now, his teacher told him that it was just wishful thinking.

After some deep thought, Lakewahler gradually figured it out. He believed that his teacher and the mysterious being sitting above him would not deceive himself with such a thing, because, looking back at the past history, he found that what his teacher said was probably true.

At least, now he believes it's true.

"Figured it out?" asked his teacher, Yevre, softly.

"Figured it out. Lekwaler, who had calmed down for a while, nodded slightly to his teacher.

"Okay, now that you've figured it out, let's pick one!" said the mysterious being sitting high above the main hall, looking at Lakewale.

"Pick one?" Lecwahler didn't know what he meant for a moment, then looked at his teacher.

His teacher, Yevre, smiled and pointed to the sides of the hall, and said with a smile: "Lekvaler, since you have decided to take over as the head of the Greak Academy, now, you can choose a magic puppet at will in the hall. ”

"This is a benefit for the head of the Greyac Academy. A benefit that is enough to make any soul-level powerhouse on the Agra continent blush. ”

The words of the teacher Yevre had a certain allure, enough to make Lequeval's heart flutter.

Because, the magic puppet that can make the soul level powerhouses blush, it must be a seventh-level magic puppet. After all, a sixth-level magic puppet is not of much use compared to the existence of a soul level, while a seventh-level magic puppet is the highest-level magic puppet that alchemists and magicians on the Agra continent can make today, and the output is very small, which is rare for thousands of years.

A magic puppet comparable to a saint-level puppet is still of great use to a soul-level powerhouse, which is equivalent to an extra saint-level powerhouse in disguise, and Lekval can't help but be impressed.

Turning around to look around the two sides of the main hall, Lekval noticed that on both sides of the wide hall, there were three magic puppets more than ten meters high.

Before, because of awe, I didn't dare to look too presumptuous into the hall, and the light in the hall was slightly dim, so it was difficult to see clearly if I didn't look carefully.

The six magic golems have different shapes, including beasts, humans, and birds.

Looking at the faintly visible traces of enchantment on its surface, Lekval didn't know what to choose for a while, because he was not familiar with any of these magic arrays enchanted with them, or he didn't know them, but it was certain that those magic arrays enchanted on the magic puppets had never appeared, or rather, not too many people knew.

For a moment, Lekwal stood there, looking around blankly, with no choice.

He didn't know if the level of those magic puppets was the same, and he didn't know if this was a test for the mysterious being above, so he didn't dare to speak rashly.

Head of the school, Yevre, saw his student Lekwal hesitating and knew what he was struggling with.

After all, he was also entangled back then.

So, he reminded in a whisper: "Take whatever you want, they are all of the same level, see which one you like." ”

With a deep bow to the teacher, Lekval settled down and began to carefully observe the appearance of these magic golems, trying to pick one that was pleasing to his eye.

As his teacher said, if these six magic puppets were of the same level, then they were all seventh-level magic puppets comparable to the Holy Order, and what a luxury it was to let the six Holy Steps stand here. At this moment, Lakewahler discovered that the foundation of the Greyac Academy was indeed unfathomable, even more terrifying than what was rumored in the outside world, especially the mysterious existence sitting on the main hall at this moment, whose soul was as powerful as the abyss.

After being reminded by the teacher, Lekvaler chose a bird-like magic puppet in the hall on the right, as if he wanted to spread his wings and soar, just like him at this moment, he couldn't wait.

A seventh-level magic golem! he's never had one. Even if you have seen it, it is just to borrow the light of others and see it.

Seeing that Lekval had chosen, the mysterious being sitting on the top of the main hall spoke, "Okay, let your soul go, and I will teach you the manipulation decree of that magic puppet." ”

"What? let go of the soul?, the magic puppet's manipulation decree just told me that it wouldn't work, why do you want me to let go of the soul?" Lekwal said in surprise.

The importance of the soul is heavier than life compared to the strong person who has stepped into the soul level, and it must not be opened to others at will, because this means that the soul will be in a defenseless state, and others can dispose of your life and death at will, and even make your life worse than death.

"Hahaha!" The mysterious being above the hall suddenly burst out laughing, and suddenly, he stared at Lekval and said coldly: "Little guy, do you think that I will just give you this eighth-level magic puppet like this, right? ”

"Level 8?... An eighth-level magic puppet equivalent to a soul rank? How is this possible?... How could there really be a magic golem of this level?" Lekwal said in disbelief, "Impossible, you're lying. ”

"Oh, I'm lying, if you don't believe me, ask your teacher!" a soul-soaking voice came from the hall, awakening Lekval, who was still in doubt.

"Yes, teacher, is what he said false? How can there really be an eighth-level magic puppet in this world? Then what do we need to do with those of us who have worked hard to cultivate to the soul level? Aren't we already the top powerhouses in this world? How can there be a magic puppet equal to us?" Lekwaller excitedly asked his teacher for confirmation.

"Lekwale, I know that in the face of that cruel truth before, this incident hit you just as hard, but you have to believe it. Your Excellency will not deceive us, because he does not need to deceive us. ”

"Teacher?" Lecwahler looked blankly at his teacher. If he had only given up his thoughts and given up that small hope when he knew the first cruel truth, then at this moment, Leckwaller felt that his heart was like ashes.

It can be called the pride of their generation, and it took more than a hundred years of hard work to surpass most people before they climbed to the top of the human powerhouse. However, before I could enjoy the feeling of pride and praise, I suddenly found that my efforts and efforts were nothing more than a magic puppet.

It's ridiculous.

Now, he really understands why the deans of the past generations of Greyac College have been willing to pay for the academy silently.

Because, they already know that there is no way out, despair. It is better to dedicate the rest of your life to the thousands of students of Greyac Academy and fight for a posthumous name.

Lekwale raised his head, looked fixedly at the mysterious being above the main hall, and asked, "What will you do after I let go of my soul, my lord?"

"It's nothing, just put a soul mark on your soul. Above the main hall, a faint voice came.

"Soul Imprint?... Your Excellency, are you trying to control me?" Lecwahler asked in a deep voice, frowning.

Even if he thinks that he is not the opponent of the existence above, Lekvaler, who is originally a soul level, will never allow himself to be controlled by others, whether it is for the sake of dignity or his own life.

"No, that's not the main purpose, these eighth-level magic puppets have been controlled by me, and if you don't have my soul mark, even if it is handed over to you, you won't be able to control it. ”

"Moreover, that soul mark is just to prevent you from telling your secrets, not to control you. If you don't believe me, you can also ask your teacher, or look up the history of Greak College to see which dean of Greak College died for no reason. ”

"Little guy, don't take yourself too seriously, soul level, for me, it's no different from these magic puppets, I just need someone to help me watch the Griake Academy, why do you think I chose you, because you can live for more than a hundred years, and I, just to reduce trouble." The one above explained in a rare way.

"Don't worry, Lekwale, my lord, I won't deceive you. Dean Yevre persuaded: "The reason why I recommend you to the adults is also because I know that you have no family involvement, and you have lived in the academy for the first half of your life, you have feelings for the academy, and you will not do anything unfavorable to the Gray Academy." Now, as long as you let the adults plant the soul mark, you can control the eighth-level magic puppet, and you will soon be able to take over the position of dean of Grayac Academy. It's not bad for you. You have to trust the teacher, the teacher will not harm you. ”

Lakewahler grimaced, carefully considering his teacher's words.

So far, he still chooses to believe in his teacher, because, with the ability of the person above, he is definitely capable of forcibly imprinting his soul, and now it is not easy to explain so much. Moreover, it seems that he has gained a lot of benefits, at least he knows a lot of secrets, and he has also obtained a magic puppet with the same strength as himself. The only thing that needs to be done is to keep it secret and manage the Griaac Academy.

Of course, exposing one's soul to the noses of others is still not very pleasant. It's just that, as the one said, the strength of his soul level is really not enough for him to see. There are six eighth-level magic puppets in the main hall, and there should be one more in his teacher's hand, which is seven. This is still on the surface, in the dark, I don't know how much is still hidden.

After thinking for a long time, Lekwale's face straightened, and he bowed deeply to the top of the main hall, and said, "My lord, I am willing." ”

"Okay, let go of your soul!"

Lekwahler stood quietly, his mind relaxed, his soul unguarded, unguarded, waiting for the being above to imprint his soul.

A finger-sized, transparent soul mark appeared in front of the presence in the temple, and with a whoosh, it was imprinted on the seal hall of Lekval, and instantly disappeared.

That mysterious being planted a soul mark on Lakevale.