Two days later.

The Prophet walked through the Higher School of Magic in Lursk with a few books in her arms, followed by her four apprentices.

She had just finished a 'programming' course taught by His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu himself, and she had a rare spare time in the afternoon to study other subjects.

After arriving in Nolan, the Prophet used far more efficiency than a sponge, absorbing all the knowledge of mankind in the realm of magic.

Whether it was in inscriptions, alchemy and magic, the Prophet made it his main course.

Compared to the Prophet's diligence, her four apprentices were far more distracted.

"Sure enough, Miss Luvita won the final championship..."

"After all, the nun named Leah didn't play well in the last game."

The Prophet's apprentices were discussing the topic of "The Chantor of the World" when the Prophet stopped and looked at a building called the Alchemy Hall, and through the windows of the building, a large lecture hall large enough to hold thousands of people was filled with students.

But the students didn't come to listen to a lecturer, but to install a magic machine called a 'TV' in the lecture hall.

"It's full! Lysa blames you for taking too long in Potions class. ”

"Who knew that the professor wouldn't stop talking at all! This time it was me who snuck out. ”

The four disciples under the command of the prophet all stopped in front of the lecture hall of the alchemy hall and looked at the scenery inside through the window, among which the half-blood girl named Lysa said and secretly glanced at the prophet who was holding a book next to her.

"Don't get too indulged in this magic machine made by His Highness Qiao Xiu."

The prophet stood aside and stared at the four disciples under his command, originally the prophet was watching the TV and the magic net were both created by His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu.

So as a subordinate, she had no reason to ban her disciples from watching TV programs or restrict the use of magic nets.

But today, the prophet couldn't bear it anymore.

The harsh environment of the Demon Realm has cultivated her disciple's hard-working character, but after the spirit of hard work came to Nolan at this moment, it has long been corroded by Nolan's comfortable living environment!

"Tutor, aren't we all over for today's lesson?" Lysa began to ask the Prophet for intercession.

"The end of the course does not mean that the study is over, you still have to prepare to study in the alchemy workshop tomorrow, and more importantly, ......" The prophet glanced at the lecture hall in the alchemy hall.

The students sitting there don't know how many have snuck out like her student Lysa.

This side represents the popularity of the 'TV' magic machine among Nolan's young spellcasters.

"Don't be like those humans who run away from the Academy's instructors to watch the Nolan Voice." The Prophet said.

"Rest assured, Mentor, I fled after confirming that the lessons taught by those human mentors had nothing to do with us."

"I'm not worried about the efficiency of your access to knowledge."

The Prophet turned his head and stood here looking at the most magnificent building of the Higher School of Magic in Rulsk, the central observation tower.

The top floor of the observation tower is also home to the dean's office of the High School of Magic.

"It's what you're doing that will make some trouble come to an end."

"Trouble... The Nolan Sages you mean? ”

The half-blood maiden Lysa immediately understood what the Prophet feared.

"Lysa is right, you guys listen, this city is not the territory of our race, although we are under the protection of the 'public opinion' established by His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu, but the real masters of this city are the sages of Nolan, once the sages think that everything created by His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu is 'harmful', then we will say goodbye to this knowledge completely."

The Prophet said as she lifted the few books she was holding in her arms, the names of which confused her apprentices.

Despite her status as a freshman at the High School of Magic, the lessons she studied were comparable to those of the Sages.

"Mentor, I heard that the yellow-clothed man, one of the Seven Sages, came to the academy again a few days ago, and it seems that it was because of him that the TV in the magic arena was dismantled."

"I think His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu should have noticed it."

Lyza's view was more optimistic, but the Prophet did not.

"I need to confirm with His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu."

The Prophet still couldn't put her mind at ease, she opened the interface of the magic net, and used the text message to send a message to Qiao Xiu, the content of which was: "I hope to meet Qiao Xiu in a secret place." ’

Qiao Xiu quickly replied to the Prophet, and the agreed place was at Qiao Xiu's residence, which was the Hearthstone Tavern.

Shortly after she received news from Qiao Xiu, a spellcaster with a large number of scrolls in his hand passed them by.

The Prophet's apprentices were still chatting about useless routines, but the Prophet's eyes were keenly drawn to the scroll that the caster was holding.

"Mentor, where are you going?"

Lysa noticed that her mentor had suddenly followed a stranger spellcaster, and the prophet did not answer her apprentice, but silently followed the caster.

The caster made his way to the fountain square in the middle of the academy, and at the edge of the square was a notice board with a bunch of notices or revelations, all of which had turned to waste paper over time.

The scroll in the caster's hand floated in mid-air under the power of magic, and the scroll spread out flat and attached to the notice board.

The scroll was the size of a detailed map of Nolan, but there were no drawings on it, just a lot of text that was a headache.

"New... Rules? ”

The apprentices who followed the Prophet saw the title at the top of the scroll and suddenly understood why the Prophet had followed.

"The sages have already begun to take action."

The Prophet glanced at what was stated in the school rules, and roughly understood the new rules of the Higher School of Magic in Rursk.

In addition to some changes to the regulations, the most notable of which is the introduction of the credit system, and the fact that the academy is preparing to introduce courses other than magic?

This... How can it be!

"Mentor! You see... Students can form an organization called an association on their own! If the results of the association are excellent, they will also be rewarded by the college. ”

The half-blood maiden Lyza had a very different focus than the Prophet.

"In the future, there will be not only magic-related courses, but also courses such as opera, economics and acting. I just don't know if I can establish an opera association. ”

"Lysa, even if I really intend to establish an association, I will not establish what you call an opera association." The prophet interrupted his student's fantasies with a loud voice.

"That's... Mentor: What kind of organization do you plan to build? ”

After Lysa entered this academy, she relied on her own ability to vaguely feel that there were other demons in this academy.

Although she hadn't been in contact with the demons for a while, it seemed like a good idea to start an organization to accept those kind.

Since the opera department that Lysa most wanted to build could not be realized under the majesty of her mentor, she had to follow the advice of his mentor.

The Prophet listened to his apprentice's slightly expectant inquiry, pushed the wood-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and whispered.

"The Farming Society, simply called the Ministry of Farming."