Although there were still whispers and laughter in the surroundings, there were still some faint words that came from the old man's mouth to his ears.

The meaning in that sentence seems to be roughly as follows: ...... Come to my office in the Mage Tower every night and I'll give you ...... Tutor and teach spells individually to ensure that you ...... next time Upgrade Assessment ...... Pass.

Then.

Hamlet's keen wizarding senses suddenly felt that someone was watching him all the time, and he seemed to recognize the other party with just a casual glance.

He patted his female companion on the buttocks and whispered a few words in her ear.

Vasily saw his slender and beautiful leg, glanced at old Hamlet with resentment, and then reverted to a cold and proud swan posture that rejected people thousands of miles away, and left the aisle on the other side of his couch

- I didn't even look at him.

Professor Hamlet walked up to his side seemingly casually and snorted softly.

Vasily's heart trembled, and immediately bounced up as if under his buttocks, with a spring.

However, he was about to shout the name of the professor, but before he could say anything, he was alerted again, and just made a junior salute respectfully.

"You're a student in Ulysses' class?"

Hamlet gave him a surprised look, with a hint of appreciation for his cleverness.

"Yes, sir. ”

Vasily replied briefly, because he knew that the so-called too many words would be lost, not to mention the fact that it was such a mixed land of three religions and nine streams.

He knew that if someone rumored that the academy tutor and student tryst would not be a big problem for the status of a high-level wizard, it would eventually tarnish the professor's reputation.

"Very well, you remember. You haven't seen me today, and you haven't seen anything, understand?"

Hamlet seems to be understated, but he whispers with a sharp eye.

Vasily's face immediately straightened, he knew that these high-level wizards, although they usually behave like gentlemen, but if they really offended them, they would inevitably be suppressed by his network, black and white.

Moreover.

It is also possible for a little wizard like him, who has no foundation, to be cursed by a high-level wizard, to suddenly have an unknown "disease", and to wake up as soon as he wakes up from sleep, or to fall into the laundry pool and drown, choke on drinking water, or die in a shower.

He said respectfully, "Of course, I'm just here to play today, and I haven't met anyone I know. ”

The other party was obviously pleased with his knowledge, patted him on the shoulder, and prepared to turn away.

But.

Vasily hurriedly called out to the other party.

"Sir, wait a minute. ”

Just before the other party thought that he wanted to use this matter as a threat and put forward some excessive conditions, and his face showed obvious anger.

He quickly and concisely recounted his request: "There is a high-level wizard from the Kaom Kingdom who wants to get to know you and do an in-depth study tour, I wonder if you are willing?"

"Where did he come from?"

After Hamlet was expressionless and learned about Chen Xuyuan's strength and other circumstances, he had to think about it for a while.

At last.

still agreed, and only said that Vasily would take someone to the academy to find him at three o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow.

......

The clear sky is covered with a layer of gauze clouds as pale as white mist, and the dark blue sky canvas background color forms a refreshing and vast vista against the backdrop of the sun.

The tall and spacious Castle of the Duke of Bartholomew is like standing on the street of a bustling big city.

When you look up, you can only see the towering buildings around you, like giant bamboo shoots plunging into the thin white clouds, and the whole is built on the top of a huge flat hill, revealing a kind of iron-blooded impossiveness.

At this time, inside the council chamber of the castle.

Standing or sitting, there are dozens of sturdy, mighty, handsome and delicate men and women, all of whom reveal extraordinary momentum.

The first middle-aged man in a purple robe on the left is the local lord, Duke Bartholomew, and on his right hand sits the Duke of Maligaro, who has traveled long distances in the name of commercial exchanges and marriages.

He was headed down by his daughter, Zana, who had changed into a pale yellow court dress. It looks like a moon eyebrow and starry eyes, a bright and moving complexion, and the palace skirt is light and swaying between walking, and in the elegant and noble calm aristocratic temperament, there is a bit of young women's vitality.

She is like a blooming cluster of luxuriant lilacs, strolling with a fragrant scent.

Duke Bartholomew looked at it a little carefully, and the daughter Zana brought by Maligaro deliberately pretended to shake her head and sighed: "Hey~ It's a pity that my son who is studying abroad is not blessed and can't marry such a beautiful and capable daughter-in-law as your daughter!"

This was naturally a great compliment when he said this, and she suddenly blushed and exclaimed coquettishly, "Uncle Bartholomew!

Let's talk about it.

She also twisted her fingers to show her little daughter posture, curled her small mouth, and pretended to be angry, deliberately not looking at Duke Bartholomew.

This provoked the two dukes and the brothers and sisters behind her to let out bursts of good-natured chuckles.

The experienced duke easily took it, and the atmosphere that was too solemn and serious at the beginning of the scene eased, allowing the young people below to quickly get along through mutual communication, after all, they would soon be fighting side by side.

The Duke of Bartholomew had a few more conversations with several other important people, first asking a few nobles about the current situation of their parents, and then asking them to convey greetings on his behalf, which was regarded as a few words of greeting.

He immediately turned to the point, turned and gave Duke Maligaro a look.

The two of them understood that they had to turn to the back of the hall, and through several silk curtains with anti-detection and soundproofing spells, they saw an old priest in a blood-red priestly robe, sitting on a chair of delicately made cedar wood, leisurely brewing three cups of green fragrant tea in advance.

Seeing the two dukes slowly entering, he immediately got up to greet him: "Hehehehe, two old friends haven't seen each other for many years, you are still as strong as before, not only have you inherited the title, you have children to inherit the knees, and you are about to make great progress~ It's not like I'm a lonely old man." However, I also have to take a good look at the true ability of the Supreme Martial Arts School of the Southern Palmers Stream, the "Violent Blood Guild"!"

Bartholomew smiled: "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, and you still talk like you don't show any flaws." As the Cardinal Archbishop of Pluto, the goddess of wealth, you also represent the support of the Church of Tukhama, the father of war. After obtaining greater freedom of mission in this diocese, and returning to the headquarters of the Eternal Continent in the future, even the position of the Pope may be contested for three points. ”

The old priest was really calm and calm without revealing any thoughts, and immediately changed the topic quietly, and said with a little jealousy: "Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that the Supreme Wizard Griff was arrogant and dizzy, and faintly wanted to change the court, their syndicate would not have secretly acquiesced to us to eradicate Griff, the power of this old lone man. “