Chapter 3: Ling Yi's counterattack
The base camp of the clock tower is located under the British Museum, and the guards along the way have no ability to hinder Ling Yi, who is a magician, and only need a magic hypnosis that can be performed by a half-person like him.
But what really worried Ling Yi was the magician guarding the door, you must know that although he had inherited everything from Webb Villewit, his appearance had not changed, and he was still the most familiar appearance in the past nineteen years.
Even if he handed in his identification, the magician on guard wouldn't be able to let him pass.
"The host has been logged in as Benshijie, please feel free to execute the instructions."
However, the system elf had said such a thing in advance, and Ling Yi had no choice but to give it a try, even if his identity was revealed, he could escape in time.
With this mentality, Ling Yi calmly handed over Webb Velvett's student certificate to the guard magician, and the moment the other party's expression moved, his heart suddenly became tense, and his muscles tensed
But the next moment, the other party said with a cold gaze: "Go in." β
Then the 'door' opened.
By the way, the entrance door is not as grand as a regular gate, but a very ordinary wall, which has a series of hidden effects such as dispelling and illusions, and is guarded by a special magician.
Ordinary people can't even get close, and even magicians can't complete the invasion without alerting the people inside.
Entering the inside of the Clock Tower, Ling Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly, the magician just now obviously didn't take him seriously, and his tone was even colder than before, or more like mockery.
Looks like Webber is really messing around here.
The spacious corridors resemble the ancient imperial palaces, and are full of elegance and luxury.
Ling Yi met a lot of students along the way, although he didn't have a friend to greet him, but I have to say that this is the largest magician institution on Shijie, and the teaching atmosphere is quite strong, which makes him see a different atmosphere from the modern academy.
But what should come will come.
At about one o'clock in the afternoon, Kenneth Al Meloy Achpolud, the first-level lecturer of the Clock Tower's sΓ©ance, stepped up to the podium, glanced coldly at the more than 100 magic interns present, and then began to lecture.
Ling Yi sat closer to the corner, an angle that made it convenient for him to secretly observe Kenneth without attracting attention. I heard that he was also going to participate in the Holy Grail War, and pre-war intelligence gathering was a necessary course in the Department of Tactics.
From words and deeds, all small habits, you can roughly judge the person's character.
At the same time, Kenneth's speech began.
"In the shijie of magic, bloodline can roughly determine a person's merits."
The words are calm, simply stating a fact.
"The reason for this is that the mystery of magic is not done in one generation. Therefore, parents will let their children inherit the results of their life. β
Kenneth continued with a grim expression, "Weishenme, I'll start with such a simple topic, because a student submitted a paper to me in the morning. With that, he pulled out a stack of text that he had clamped in a clip.
The title is "Pursuing the New Shijie Magic Road". This paper questions the topic I just had just raised, and he proposes that through a deeper understanding of the technique and a more rational use of magic, it is possible to bridge the innate gap. In other words, a magician with a modest pedigree can become a first-class magician, and I read this paper to be honest, which was an eye-opener. β
With Kenneth's words, no, it should be said that the content of the paper revealed in his words, caused a commotion among the interns, most of whom were curious about who wrote it.
"Please be quiet." Kenneth glanced at the paper in his hand, and then asserted lightly: "Frankly, what is written here is nothing more than delusion. It is an irreversible fact that magicians are superior to each other depending on the difference in blood. β
"If there is any evidence, the system of the Magicians Association is proof of this. Do you have any comments on this? Classmate Webb Velvett. β
Kenneth abruptly shifted the conversation to one of the interns in the room, and looked away coldly.
Webb Velvet, although he was not very familiar with it, was also an intern of the Soul Sect, and the others still knew about it, and they all turned their attention to Ling Yi.
Calm, this is the only word that can describe Ling Yi today.
Being named in person is certainly brilliant, but it was something that I had expected for a long time, and now it is a little too late to feel shocked or nervous.
Ling Yi slowly got up and looked directly at Kenneth.
"Before answering this question, I would like to ask what is the magic system that the instructor is best at?"
"Huh?" Kenneth raised his eyebrows and said, "Knowingly, I can know the answer from the fact that I can become a first-level lecturer of the Clock Tower Spiritual Sect." Do you want to question my authority as a magician, as a lecturer? β
"No, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that. Then may I ask if there is any other Excellency in the clock tower who is also a first-class sΓ©ance instructor with you? β
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
Kenneth frowned unusually if he felt that such a conversation was a waste of time.
"Please answer the question, isn't this the least responsibility of the instructor?" Ling Yi's tone was relaxed, and he couldn't tell at all that he was now standing in the position of a student who was about to be criticized.
"Yes."
Kenneth's face froze.
But in front of so many interns, he couldn't afford to lose the face of the aristocracy.
"Zuihou, do those lords have a family history that is older than your family?"
At this moment, an inexplicable smile appeared on Ling Yi's face.
"Naturally," Kenneth suddenly had a sense of foreboding.
"So? Then I can answer your question now. β
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Everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Yi for a moment, and there were more than one people who were confused about his question.
And there are many people who vaguely understand the meaning.
For example, Kenneth, who claims to be a genius.
Ling Yi took a deep breath and said with a solemn face: "I have meaning for the evidence you have denied the topic of my thesis and presented. If the merits of a magician depend entirely on bloodline, then how did you, as a family member whose family history is weaker than that of other first-class instructors, obtain the qualifications of the same level as others? β
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