The way out always belongs to the living, and in Galen's opinion, the first thing to do in order to calculate the druids in the forest is to treat yourself as half dead, especially when it comes to cooperating with a huge bureaucracy like the military...... Galen felt that at this time, it was far less useful to talk about sincerity than strength. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, Drummond's thoughts were obviously completely different from Galen's, and he felt that this was the time to show the value and ...... of a mage The noble qualities of courage and sacrifice have completely forgotten that these are the creeds that should be upheld by knights. Perhaps in order to make his image tall in front of Galen, Drummond was full of tragic heroism at this time.

"Teacher Drummond, as long as you live, there is hope for everything. Galen could read Drummond's emotions, and though he knew that he wouldn't be able to persuade him at all, he couldn't help but make a final effort. "Whether you go or not, the druids in the forest are the toughest of all. ”

"You can rest assured that we Shaping Mages are made to fight. Drummond said, with the pilgrim's smile on his face. "Only in this difficult task can the military realize the value of our Shaping Mage, and only then can the seamless cooperation between the academy and the military be realized, and then you will understand the painstaking efforts of the eldest young master. ”

The brilliance of Drummond's face made Galen feel as if he had been drugged, but at this time he had a trance feeling that what Drummond believed in should really be possible.

After settling down, Galen gradually stabilized his thoughts, and now the key to his intersection with Drummond lies in the production process of the little red bottle and the little blue bottle.

"In order to ensure the quality of the products produced, I will not waste time dispensing these potions, and leave these simple tasks to your own hands. "The workload has been full these days, and Galen, as a scholar, is not willing to smash his own signboard. "That process shouldn't affect the quality of the potion, there's no problem with this requirement, right?"

Mobilizing some men was not a problem for Drummond, so he readily agreed to the request, and after taking care of these things, Drummond returned to his lodgings, where he had been a little busy these days, and had not had a good rest, and he wanted to rest well before he set out.

The room arranged by the school for Drummond is not large, the area is about fifty square meters, and it is indeed cramped and cramped for a banquet or a party or something, but although the sparrow is small, it is completely enough for a person like Drummond who lives by himself. As soon as he got home, Drummond sat down in his study, took out a piece of paper, and wrote three names on it one after another: Cynthia, Drummond, and Galen, the three men in the academy who came from poor backgrounds and were willing to be known.

Cynthia was well fed and clothed, but everyone knew that she was a slave, and that the man who spent his days with whips and candles was most fond of the smooth and white backs of young girls, as if it were an incomparably wide canvas for him as an artist to let his imagination run wild.

Once, Drummond looked down on the girl who had sold her freedom for food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and thought that although she could force a smile in front of others, she was always laughed at behind her back, as if the victor who whipped Cynthia's smooth back in that quiet night was their group of little gossip people.

And Cynthia is still the same, as a third-level mage, she is already a graduate student in the Department of Illusion, although she is slightly inferior to Drummond at this age, but her eternally calm expression, when she speaks, may not be eternally calm, but her tone has always been cold, but it always makes Drummond feel half jealous and half fearful.

He had been working hard in the academy for a long time, and his status was not low, and Drummond had always considered himself the most successful of the poor children, and he was extremely ruthless in punishing students who violated discipline in the academy, and even ...... when dealing with poor children who accompanied the children of the nobility to make mistakes There's a little bit of cruelty.

It is extremely rare for a child from a poor family to be able to become a mage and get rid of the mermaid's flesh, and Drummond is full of resentment towards those who do not cherish the opportunity, and he would rather these unsuccessful students be destroyed in his own hands than let them sink in.

Everyone was afraid of Drummond, but no one knew that the teacher of the Discipline Division, who scared the students, would use a small brush to copy various energy potential conversion formulas on the snow-white wall after returning home at night, and over and over again copied any formula he remembered in the plastic energy system, illusion system, guardian system, summoning system, and undead system on the wall, and when he was tired of writing, he would start from scratch to check, and if he found that he had missed something, he would fill it in later, and then rewrite the review.

It wasn't until he finally made sure that all the formulas he remembered were written on the wall, and he would copy them all over again, knowing that he would fill all the walls and corners of the room with those obscure formulas, and then paint the walls himself, and wait until the next time he thought about it, he would fill the walls with the formulas again.

No one could have imagined that Dramond, who was busy with his work and the affairs arranged by the eldest young master Victor every day, still remembered what he had learned as a student, and from this point alone, those students who were studying were also thrown away by him several streets.

Drummond had always felt that he was taking the only correct route, knowing that the young man who had recently appeared, Galen, was untalented, a squib who didn't know how to sneak into the Neuister Branch, he didn't work hard, and as a teacher in the Discipline Division, Drummond could easily know how many classes he had taken.

But he didn't fail to succeed, Galen didn't show his excellent side, and his performance in schoolwork was decent, but the goods he produced outside of school were so successful that he needed to calculate everything he needed to do to him when a person like himself who was at the top of the food chain wanted to do something to him, and finally admit to moving out of the backer.

The two men were distinctly different from themselves, and in terms of performance, neither of them was as successful as himself, but Drummond knew that there was a peace in their hearts that he had never gotten before.

In this respect, he didn't seem to be so successful, and Drummond was a little confused, and wanted to take out a brush and copy the formula on the wall, but he suddenly realized that in fact, the paper he wrote could do this, and he didn't have to make so much trouble to paint the wall every time.

Thanks to the book friend endless Adolf for the 100 starting coins, I have something at home recently, and I may suspend the update tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but as long as I can have time, I will definitely pass the text up, and it will not be broken.