When Tutor Louis walked to the door, my voice came from behind Tutor Louis.

"Mentor Louis, I've heard Peter say that you designed the Meteor."

"So what?" Mentor Louis stood still.

"Peter said it was all your work." I smiled wryly and said in a low voice. "If Mentor Louis won't teach me magic, then I'll have to sell the Meteor and pay someone else to learn magic."

"Mentor Louis, you don't want to see your hard work sold." I put my hands behind my back, my head down, and my right foot in front of me.

"You!" Mentor Louis turned angrily to look at me.

"And I'm suddenly interested in demonology." I added another critical blow. "Since Mentor Louis refuses to teach, I can only disassemble the 'Meteor' and study it, and the rest can only be sold as scrap."

Mentor Louis pointed at me and I was already speechless.

"With my skills, it's absolutely fine to tear it down." I looked at Mentor Louis like an angel.

"Besides, I know what is at stake, and I won't joke with my own life." I finally looked at Mentor Louis with a serious face. "Mentor Louis, please teach me magic."

"Since you insist." Louis turned and walked out of the classroom door.

Hey, you've decided to teach me magic?

I tilted my head and thought about it, then cleaned up the classroom and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

There were no classes in the afternoon, and I couldn't meditate to improve my magic, so I had to wander around the school.

What the? Hunting Warcraft down the mountain?

The twenty miles within a radius of Phyllis Academy of Magic are outrageously clean, and the Demonic Beasts have long been extinct.

As for the reason.

The senior year has a trial task every year, and you need to hunt monsters by teaming up to get magic cores or something.

It is said that this year's trial mission was set aside for two months to travel, which is simply a tragedy.

Then, I somewhat understood the helplessness of Mentor Louis.

However, after eating lunch and walking for a while, I saw several students jumping from the tower in the academy wearing wingsuits.

Let's not talk about the problem of whether the height is enough, your ventilated fabric hasn't even been stitched well, so you jumped down and looked for death.

Also, you don't seem to have a parachute with you!

But every student who jumps off the tower is loudly supported by the onlookers below.

I'm going, it's really not a big deal to see the excitement.

After a while, the top one fell down and turned into meat sauce and splashed all over you, I don't believe you can still laugh.

After calculating the landing point of the classmates who jumped down from above, I was also watching the excitement and took a few steps back, using the classmates in front of me to block my body.

Gliding, or rather the fallen classmate had not yet landed, and there was a wave of magic not far away.

A small tornado rose from the ground and swept the classmate into it.

Before I could react, my classmates scattered around me, leaving me alone to watch the tornado.

Hey, what's going on?

Before he could figure out what was going on, he put a hand on my shoulder: "Come with me." ”

There is a case!

Without thinking about it, he grabbed the claw on his shoulder with his backhand and threw it directly over the shoulder, throwing the person behind him in front of him.

Wait, this familiar glitter of the Mediterranean.

With a gasp, I turned to run, when a wall of hurricanes stood in front of me.

"Ha, ha, good afternoon, Mentor Louis."

I turned around and said hello to Mentor Louis, who was looking at me angrily, with an expression that I didn't know if I was laughing or crying.

With a bang, because of the activation of the Hurricane Wall magic, the previous tornado magic seemed to fade away due to lack of control, and the classmates who were caught in it fell to the ground.

Glancing at my classmates who had fallen to the ground, I turned my gaze away.

No matter how much tornado magic reduces lethality, it is still attack magic.

Although Tutor Louis has minimized the lethality, this classmate.

Well, it's become a bare pig with two mosquito coil eyes, and its clothes are all torn.

"I've changed my mind, I'll teach you all the magic I know about the Dao, and you'll be done with it quickly."

After saying that, Mentor Louis didn't bother to pay attention to me, waved his hand to disarm the Hurricane Wall magic, and then used the wind magic to lift the classmate lying on the ground, and walked towards the infirmary with a huff.

Anyway, Tutor Louis, why don't you find something to cover it, this classmate is still naked!

Or did Mentor Louis do it on purpose?

He shuddered, shook his head vigorously, and dispelled the terrible thought.

I already have a glimpse of the days ahead for this poor fellow.

After watching the excitement, where should I go next?

"Yo, Peter." I walked into the Demon Creation Society and said hello to Peter who was crouching on the side.

"Hello classmate Qin Xin." Hearing my voice, Peter stood up and wiped his face and beckoned to me.

"Peter, don't wipe your face, the more you wipe it, the more ugly it becomes." I looked away from Peter's face and looked around. "This is the Demon Creation Society."

The Demon Creation Society feels very high-end when it hears the name, and why does it look like an unknown mechanical processing workshop?

When all sorts of seemingly incomplacent things are piled up, it feels like a pile of garbage and a mess.

"Because of the lack of manpower, it's a bit messy now." Peter said with some embarrassment.

"So, what about my Meteor?" I searched for a long time and didn't see the magic locomotive that belonged to me.

"Here." Peter pointed to the side.

"Not here." I looked in the direction Peter was pointing, and there was a pile of tools and stuff piled together.

Wait, did this thing tear down my magic locomotive?

I turned my head, looked at Peter with a dangerous look, and began to figure out what to do.

This thing should look like just a scientist-like guy, and in such a small space, it only takes one trick to take him down.

"Wait, I didn't touch your Meteor." I was staring at Peter, who was chilling all over, and his hands shook in frustration. "Your Meteor is here!"

When I got closer, the corners of my mouth twitched.

The Meteor was full of all kinds of tools, but fortunately the car was sturdy enough, otherwise it would have been crushed.

"Spare you for the time being, tomorrow if you still put so many things on it, I will dismantle you." I pouted and began to work on the various parts tools.

"Yes, I'll put them in order tomorrow." Peter reluctantly agreed.

"Hey, who's in charge of all of you're doing this?" I picked up two parts and looked at them.

"Ordinary things can be processed by the blacksmith shop outside, and we can process complex magical parts ourselves." Peter walked over and pointed to the part in my hand. "What you're holding in your hand right now are two gears, and the gears are"

"I know what the gear is, but what's going on?" I put the two gears together and handed them to Peter.