Chapter 044 Terrifying Results

Whittier is a university scholar in the coastal Ash Harbor of the Sea Blue Kingdom, which is next to the eastern part of the Wind Helmet Kingdom, and the purpose of his visit to Vagard is to bring his disciples a long insight.

By the way, he discussed with Warren Buffett, the mage who has been in contact with him for more than two years, how to excavate the ancient ruins of the Sea Blue Kingdom, and the dungeon mausoleum of Ash Harbor will be excavated and developed after all.

In Whittier's view, being able to participate in the excavation of the mausoleum is a big party for the entire academic community, and it would be nice for this old friend to be involved, but it would be okay if he didn't want to participate.

Anyway, he has 30 years of experience in teaching historical relics, and he thinks that he has enough knowledge accumulation, and he has also teamed up with two other archaeological experts, thinking that he can definitely excavate successfully, and will not miss any treasures.

In any case, Whittier still led his disciples to the fourth floor of the tower on the right side of the Twin Sages, and discussed the development of the ruins with Warren Buffett, a model mage and part-time archaeologist who was actually the vice president.

Buffett is a bald middle-aged man over forty years old who was burned due to the development of the [Artificial Mana Core], and his face is so hateful that he doesn't even have a single eyebrow left, and it seems that even if he uses the [Healing Magic] of the Holy Cathedral, it will take a long time to regenerate.

As the vice president of the Arcane Academy, he was extremely free at this time, looking at the various schedules of the Arcane Academy on the magic codex on the sheepskin cover, and accidentally saw his former student handing over a note, he squeezed his brows and read it and then casually sandwiched it in the codex.

He first beckoned to the children beside him and commanded:

"Kick out those two boys who violate the rules and regulations of the academy and like to fight, and if they have a good attitude, then allow them to re-enter the academy to study."

The handsome guy with mage robes beside him, red eyes and white hair who else could it be if he wasn't Claude, he nodded:

"Teacher, I understand, I'll use the name of the senior dean to arrange it."

Although Claude has been graduating for several years, he can see that his teacher is still so upright, and he has a little more confidence in the Twin Sage Towers.

Claude is confident in his environment, but Buffett is not.

When he saw the former students leaving, he muttered: "Guard, it's really a headache profession, I really don't want to deal with them anymore, I'll deal with it strictly this time, and next time I sneak back to strengthen the power of diarrhea?"

I heard that more than a dozen more guards collapsed today...... Hey, forget it, I'll control the strength a little.

Tsk tsk, sanctify the armament, can make the professional part-time on the other side of the armament? This is similar to the Artificial Mana Core we're working on, but we're working on other classes on the Mage's part-time Mage side. ”

The great man of the Twin Sage Towers came back to his senses, listening to the information describing the ruins in his friend's ear, and although he was a little bored, he still maintained a hearty aristocratic smile:

"Hahahaha...... Is it an underground mausoleum? That's a lot of fun, I'll think about it, and whatever you think I'll get back to you tomorrow.

I've heard that our friends seem to be having a special talk, so let's go and listen to it, and maybe we'll get a lot of results. ”

Whittier spoke without stopping for more than half an hour, and when he heard the words of his friend on the side, he quickly stopped talking, quickly swept the wry faces of the three disciples and chuckled:

"Oh, since it's your idea, let's go."

William Lee's speech was divided into five stages, and he had just finished explaining the opening and prologue, when he suddenly saw a mage with stars and moons walking into his poetry and literature classroom, frowning and looking very angry.

A strong beam of sunlight shone into the classroom, causing everyone present to look back, and after seeing that it was Buffett, the archmage, they all stood up to give him and Whittier next to him their seats, and the students who accompanied them could only do it in the corridor aisle.

William Li stood on the stage, pretending to sort out scattered information, and secretly looked at the two people in the front row.

I saw that one of them was Whittier, who had mocked and despised him, and the other was Master Buffett, one of the twelve sages in the legend of Vagard.

The bald mage was indeed famous, and he turned his hideous face, and the previous chaotic voice was reduced by most of it, and only a little bit of Suosuo's movements were heard.

William Li didn't know where the two of them came from, but he couldn't stop his speech, so he glanced at Whittier and continued to speak:

"Knowledge is power, and it can be applied to most things.

For example, after a warrior has exemplary power, he can choose a future career based on his knowledge, knowledge and power, and choose the most suitable profession for himself, so as to give full play to his original strength.

Of course, whether it is an assassin, a boxer, a swordsman, an archer, a berserker, a guard, or even a knight, as long as it suits you, it is the best, and what suits you is always more powerful. ”

William Li continued to say some content, but he was afraid that the natives in front of him would not be able to accept it, and did not say anything about his opinions in the game, watching a few people on the side put gold and silver coins into the box, and quickly ended the third stage of the speech, and counted the rewards in the box to judge whether the speech was successful.

Whittier and Buffett didn't know some of what they said earlier, and felt that although what William Li said was interesting, it was not worth their reward, but looking at the lively atmosphere around them, they sent their disciples to hand over the three gold socks that included the entrance fee.

At this time, Wren behind the curtain speculated that William Li should have a good effect, so he came out during the break and began to count the boxes.

The surrounding audience, who were very curious about how much William Li could get paid, stretched their necks and watched intently at the decadent middle-aged uncle Wren to count.

After the five-minute break, Wren finished counting, and he smiled like a fool and gently reported a number.

There was an uproar among the dozen or so people in the nearest position on the stage,

"It can't be!"

"It must be fake, I don't believe it."

"It's absolutely fake, I've known this fool for half a year, I won't know what he is capable of?"

"Request a recount."

Wren ignored the people in front of him, coughed, swallowed his saliva, and opened his mouth again and said loudly: "There is a reward worth more than one hundred and eighty-eight gold socks. ”

Shake!!

There was an uproar.

Wren looked at the dumbfounded appearance under the stage, and also felt that he was wrong, but the pride in his heart told him that it was a real value and there was no deviation at all, and he even undercounted fifty silver coins.

Dozens of scholars in the front row couldn't believe that a junior scholar who had no representative works or even books on sale would be paid 188 pieces for his speech.

This is too exaggerated, which makes them how to live as university scholars who generally only have thirty or forty speeches in the middle of the speech, and what makes them even more desperate is that even after the end of the speech, the peak remuneration they get is only sixty or seventy.

"Fake, it must be fake!"

"I don't believe it, I'm going to go to the stage to count."

"I asked to come up to the stage and help with the recount."

"We asked to come up to the stage and look at the box."

There was a commotion in the classrooms of the Department of Poetry and Literature, and even Buffett's gloomy and fierce face could not suppress the cries of the envious descendants of the boiling aristocracy.