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"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

An Yang waved his hand, and the door opened automatically, revealing the figures of several Shiryl and an apprentice.

Several people lowered their heads and did not look directly at Anyang, only Lydia did not have their concerns, stood at the door and straightened her body, and looked inside in silence. From her angle, she could see a bumpy and undulating female figure lying on a bed inside, slender and tall, with a pair of white legs slender and straight, which made her breathing suddenly a little heavier.

"Today is the day of your first lesson......

"I know."

"There's still an hour before the class, and I've got a carriage for you, so you need to get ready as soon as possible."

"I'll change my clothes and come out."

"Then we'll be waiting for you below."

"Yes."

Shiryl bowed to him before turning away with her sword in hand, but Yo and Martin hurriedly followed.

Pity the apprentice who is in charge of informing Anyang, it was originally his job, and he could even get a little tip from it, but all the words were said by Shiryl.

An Yang looked at Lydia, who was standing at the door and didn't move, and said with a smile, "Cousin, come in and sit down." ”

Lydia didn't move, just looked at the inside of the gate with cold eyes, she was tall herself, and she could directly cross Anyang with a slight tiptoe gaze.

"Who's that?"

Just then, Eve's cough was heard.

"Ahem......"

An Yang turned to look at Eve, then turned around and said helplessly: "This is the task prize of the mission to hunt down Dona last month, a moon elf." You know that many academics have their own lab assistants, and it just so happens that I don't have any students to help me out, and races like the Moon Elves are the best candidates for lab assistants, so I kept her. ”

"I don't bother to care about you!"

Lydia said coldly, turned and left.

Tsundere is heavenly......

An Yang looked helpless, and then walked back to the house, picked up a clean robe and prepared to change clothes.

Eve lay upright on the bed, with a pair of beautiful eyes, but staring blankly at the ceiling, no one knew what she was thinking, and occasionally coughed in pain.

In the past month, the elf and An Yang have become familiar with each other, and she is very adaptable, and she quickly accepted the master-slave status of the two, and also learned some things to do in the experiment. But a few days ago, when she was helping Anyang conduct an experiment, she was affected by the energy radiation generated by the failure of the experiment, and she has been lying in bed for several days, and she has been in this state for the past few days.

An Yang quickly changed his clothes and came out, walked up to her and cast a recovery acceleration technique, took out a tube of potion from the side, walked to the side of the bed, helped her up, and fed her to drink.

"Rest well, you'll be fine soon."

"Hmmm......"

Eve let out a muffled mumbling sound, straightened up with force, and opened her mouth to drink the potion.

An Yang's expression was a little guilty.

It would be nice if the mana was still there, so many healing spells would definitely make Eve get better quickly, and it was very simple to get rid of the negative radiation effects on her body, but it was a pity......

In fact, the energy radiation of the experiment a few days ago was already very high, and if an ordinary person was replaced as an experimental assistant, it was likely to be directly killed, and only a few races or trainees such as elves could survive. But Anyang, who had always been smooth sailing in the experiment, failed, and the chaotic energy radiation that erupted in that moment even the elves couldn't stand it.

This situation is basically Anyang's fault......

But it's also unintentional.

Eve turned over with difficulty, looked out the window with her eyes open, and still didn't speak, looking lonely and helpless.

An Yang glanced at her silently, ignored it, picked up a stack of papers and turned around and walked out.

The people below have been waiting for him for a long time.

Shirlidell and the others were used to waiting, Lydia stood still and didn't know what she was thinking, and the other trainee didn't dare to speak, only secretly looked at Lydia's side face.

Seeing him coming, Shiryl lifted the curtain.

Anyang got into the carriage, waited for a while, and saw that there was no movement outside, so he asked again: "Isn't Cousin Lydia coming up?" ”

Lydia was expressionless and silently stepped onto the carriage.

The corners of An Yang's mouth twitched: "Let's go." ”

"Yes!"

With a snap, Sheryl waved her whip and made a loud noise, and the frightened horse trotted forward.

The atmosphere in the carriage was habitually silent.

Lydia looked at Anyang, and Anyang also looked at Lydia, but neither of them spoke, as if the feeling she had had when Lydia came to him for a night talk with a snack no longer existed.

In the end, it was An Yang who broke the silence: "I heard that you are already preparing to hit the threshold of academics?" ”

Lydia nodded, then looked at him again, "So what?" You're already a second-order academic! ”

The implication is that I'm still not as fast as you.

An Yang knew that his advancement process was more like recovering his strength, but he didn't want to argue or explain with Lydia, so he asked, "Then is your natal technique ready?" ”

"Ready."

"Did Edie-sama give it to you?"

"There's also one that I managed to get myself."

"Oh......" An Yang nodded, and took out a thick stack of paper from his arms, "I don't know how the technique Master Edi gave you and the technique you got yourself, but I have prepared three good first-order techniques for you, you can take them back and take a look, if appropriate, you can consider changing them." ”

Lydia swept the technique in his hand, and then refused without hesitation: "No, the technique I prepared myself is very good, and the knowledge is so precious......"

An Yang felt sorry for the pride of this cheap cousin, but he still said quickly: "There is nothing precious between you and me, I just want to do something for you." ”

Lydia fell silent, seemingly a little moved.

The corners of An Yang's mouth twitched again, and she simply stuffed the paper recording the technique into her hand while the iron was hot, and stopped talking.

The above record is naturally the three natal techniques he is using now, the purple red tassel, the ancient summoning and the illusory strike, the three techniques are absolutely top-level, any one who uses the technique to control the array can create a 'Gelie' genius-level academic, not to mention that Lydia and others are geniuses, these techniques are even more icing on the cake.

Anyang didn't care about these precious techniques being passed on, after all, Lydia and the others were not outsiders.

Moreover, he had already faintly felt that after reaching the third-order academic, although the status of the technique control array was still important, it was difficult for the academic to play a life-determining role. This is probably due to the fact that most high-level academics have limited access to knowledge and resources when they are still apprentices, and the natal techniques they choose are not very good.

At this time, academics need more knowledge and means to enrich themselves, of course, it would be better if they could choose a natal technique with a high enough development potential.

"By the way, if you don't want to be known to Master Edie, come to me and activate the control array for you."

"I see."

Lydia said abruptly, clutching the papers.

She couldn't feel the preciousness of these techniques from An Yang's words, and she didn't want this cousin to help her because of her face, but she couldn't refuse for some reason.

Lydia glanced down at the paper, her face expressionless.

"Fuchsia Tassel ......"

The carriage soon arrived in front of an ancient tower, which was where Anyang would teach today, and it could basically be said that the Silent Tower had already belonged to him by default. Except for the ground floor of this tower, which is used for Anyang teaching, everything upstairs is empty and fully equipped, and Anyang can move over at any time if he wants to, and it will be renamed Al Ain Tower.

It's just that he is reluctant to build the resources of the tower......

"Your Excellency, please come down......"

Shiryl lifted the curtain for him.

Anyang stepped out of the car, and someone was specially there to answer at the door.

These trainees, who are responsible for the instructors and the attendees, all work for the tower, because there is a limit to the free courses that everyone can take, and if they exceed them, they will have to pay for them, and some trainees who are eager for knowledge and cannot afford the fees will receive the instructors for the remuneration of being able to attend the class for free.

An Yang walked into the auditorium, which was already full of people, but he didn't expect him to be so popular, so he bowed slightly.

Later, I realized that it was probably because I was promoted to a second-order academic so quickly, and my popularity was at a peak, so everyone came to see the excitement......

Maybe some people think they have some secret!

"Welcome, Lord Ain!"

A trainee shouted from behind.

A peaceful applause immediately came to mind.

Lydia and Shiryl and the others behind him also found a seat and sat down waiting to listen to him give a lecture.

An Yang straightened his clothes and walked onto the podium.

This is his first lecture, but he has also sat in the court, so naturally it is impossible to be stunned, and he also has knowledge in his stomach, so there will be no embarrassment of having nothing to say.

Looking down, there were many of the students who had entered the tower in the same batch as him, but many of them were apprentices who had come to the tower before him. Just as his gaze swept over, he found that Natalie was actually sitting below, and when he saw him, he smiled at him, and there were other first-order academics, but it was estimated that most of them were here to see the excitement.

An Yang cleared his throat, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

"Thank you for coming to my class, as is customary I should say what I am best at, but I am progressing too fast, and I can't say what I am best at."

An Yang had a modest smile on his face.

In fact, if you want to say what he is good at, with biochips and perverted brain power, he is estimated to be better at this subject than most second-order academics who study a certain subject.

"So I'll talk about some of the things that everyone cares about the most and are most important to an academic."

There was an uproar from the people below, and many of them noticed that he was talking about academics, not apprentices.