Hearing the words of the gray-clothed man, the caster apprentices sitting in the last row of onlookers collectively entered a state of collapse of the three views.

They didn't expect that the mentors, who usually seemed to be highly respected and even very dangerous, would have such strange fetishes in private.

"Even though there are a lot of non-academic discussions in the owl pen pal club, this is the reason for the existence of this pen pal club......

The Man in Gray ripped open the glossy cloak of the Owl Penpal Club, reminding everyone that this penpal club, despite its name of 'magical research', was actually a bunch of magicians gathering together to talk about things they wouldn't dare to say in real life.

"Of course, the purpose of the existence of the Owl Pen Ppal Club is to communicate on this, but it is far more relaxed than the 'Sage Council' held by the old man in the white robe."

As the founder of the Owl Pen Ppal, the Grey Man certainly can't deny the contribution that the Owl Pen Ppal Club has brought over the years.

"Then why disband the Owl Pen Ppal?"

New questions were being raised, and some of Nolan's most restless spellcasters gathered here to face the much-talkative classroom below.

The Grey Man can only take tougher and more direct measures to calm them down.

He used his magic to condense everything he saw in front of him, and a form of pure white light appeared in front of the gray-clad man's eyes.

The owl feather, manipulated by the Order inscription, erased the line 'Owl Penpal Club' above the classroom and replaced it with a new text.

Spellcaster Forum.

"That's why I'm disbanding."

The voice of the gray-clad man echoed clearly in the ears of every spellcaster.

This morning, the Grey Man received a letter from an owl with the simple message of 'Crush the Primordial Crystal', signed by the Chaos Demon he had met at the Universal Exposition.

After the Grey Man had spent more than an hour figuring out what the Spellcaster Forum was all about, he wrote directly to all the members of the Owl Penpal Club for this final meeting.

"This is the Holy Light System... Counseling? ”

Several spellcasters have come to mind of magic with similar abilities, and they all use magic to send textual messages to each other.

"Counsel magic? This thing was much greater than the Divine Technique of Counseling, far greater than any magic until now, and the forbidden techniques that controlled the war were not enough to match it. ”

The Grey Coats had clicked into one of the Spellcaster forums called 'Magical Research', and there were only three posts in it.

One of the posts reads, 'On how to construct a means of communication that goes far beyond letters.'

"It's... This is the content of the two hundred and fifty-seventh discussion of the Owl Pen Ppal! ”

Some spellcasters recognized the familiar title, an issue that had been written by the Grey Man.

"I have already expressed in this topic the defects of the transmission of letters themselves, the damage and loss of letters in the process of transmission... The disappearance of every letter containing an issue is a painful loss for us. ”

An old letter suddenly appeared in the hand of the man in gray.

The letter had been washed away by the rain and eroded by dust, and now I could barely see the broken content written on it from the yellowed corner of the letter, which was 'The Seventy-second ...... of the Owl Pen Ppal'.

"But this is never the case with this new means of communication called the 'Spellcaster Forum'......"

The gray-clad man's gaze swept over everyone below.

"You can continue to pretend to be a in the forums to fool innocent mage apprentices, post dangerous alchemy recipes on them, or mock a guy for failing an experiment! This is what I've always hoped for, and a whole new world. ”

As soon as the Gray Man finished his speech, there was a new reply underneath the post he had shown.

The user name of the reply is 'Belle Scholar', and the content is 'Wait, etc... Explain what it's like to pretend to be a girl? ’

This new pop-up reply was seen by everyone present.

In particular, the instructor named Viper's expression was even stiffer, as if he was about to show his fangs, and the casters present kept looking around the classroom.

Obviously, the person who could ask such a question must have been one of those present, but unfortunately they couldn't find a counterpart by the strange name 'Belle Scholar'.

'Sansa... Aren't you afraid that the tutor will continue to withhold your points for the anti-curse course? ’

Herlan immediately found the culprit and began to use the virtual keyboard to type to dissuade his friends from dying.

'The user agreement doesn't say it's a world where everyone is equal... And no one knows who I am. ’

The only thing Sansa looked at on the agreement was this.

The agreement also said that if you make dangerous remarks and insult others, you will be forever deprived of the right to enter the magic net, and maybe your reputation in the real world will also be affected. ’

Although Herlan had not been in contact with Qiao Xiu for a long time, since this was something Qiao Xiu had made, that Chaos Demon would definitely hold on to the control of this world.

For human beings, it is true that everyone is equal in this virtual world of magic nets, but this equal condition does not apply to the gods who created this world.

Sansa's reply this time was tantamount to a nonsense, telling everyone present that the discussion on the caster forum was real-time!

You don't need to send a letter like an owl pen pal and receive a new reply after a month to six months.

It only takes a few minutes on the caster forum to get a brand new reply.

"Okay, do anyone else have any objections? Even if there is an objection, the owl pen pal club should be disbanded, and it's time to give my old buddies a vacation and let them have a good rest. ”

The advent of the caster forum, and the existence of the owl pen pal club, also have no meaning.

The Grey Man let out a sigh, just as horse-drawn carriages will eventually be replaced by those powered by magic, and letterheads will one day become something ancient.

Just as the Grey Man sighed, a brand new post popped up in the forum.

'Owl pen pal check-in post. 'Posted by: The Man Who Spread the Fire.

When the casters in the room saw this post, they all stood up silently.

"Rurske, after talking about it for so long, you haven't told us how to use this forum."

"Wait..."

The man in gray raised his hand to tell them not to worry, clicked into the post, and after reading the post written by the person who spread the fire, he immediately gave a reply of 'sign-in', and successfully grabbed the sofa of this post.