"It's called Salter, isn't it?" Nocardo's kind voice shattered Salt's deep memories, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at Nocardo, who had stopped and put his hand behind his waist, hummed softly, and then waited very respectfully for Nocardo to open his mouth to accuse himself. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I want to hear the real reason why you're late. Nocado said as he slowly opened the office door with his thin right hand, motioning for Salter to come in.

"It's because of meditation. ”

"Oh?" Nocado was visibly surprised by the answer.

"Yesterday was my first meditation, because I wanted to improve my strength too much, so I didn't pay attention to the time, as soon as I opened my eyes, it was already this time, I understood that I was too eager for quick success, and I was willing to bear the punishment!"

Salter has never liked to beat around the bush, since it has happened, then he should bear the corresponding responsibility, he didn't think about escaping, just think of giving himself a long memory.

When Nokado heard Salter's answer, he widened his eyelid and looked at Salter, but then he gradually regained his previous look as if he remembered something.

"Are you the kid whose spiritual power is the strongest in cultivating as a freshman, but who chose to cultivate the fire system?"

Salter nodded, not dissatisfied with Nocardo's patient-like eyes, anyway, there are more people who look at him like this, and he himself knows that majoring in the spiritual department will be more suitable for him, but nothing can be forced, Salter can't even figure out why he is so eager to cultivate fire magic that he is not good at, in fact, this kind of thing is not the first time, since he came to this world, Salte has begun to feel that he is becoming less and less like the original salted fish, learning magic, uprooting their homeland, and even saving the world...... Yes, I've changed so much that I can't even recognize the original self.

"You know the pros and cons, I won't say more, in the future, when meditating, you should pay attention to controlling the time, in fact, sometimes efficiency is also very important, if you can shorten the meditation time and improve the efficiency of meditation, it would be great......

Nocardo still brushed his gray beard as he spoke, which seemed to have become a habit for him to lecture.

"That's what you're saying. ”

"As for the punishment..."

Nocardo hooked his back and looked around the office, looking for something.

"There you go. ”

He didn't know whose desk he was looking for, but Nocado picked it up, and Salter realized that it was a somewhat yellowed book.

Immediately afterward, Nocado threw the book to Salter, and he hurriedly hugged it, fearing that the book, which looked like it was some years old, would fall apart if it fell to the ground.

"This book is something I'm going to teach you next week, I'm going to give you a week, you have to read it, and since you don't seem to be interested in this kind of magic, it's a punishment. ”

Punishment for reading books? Salter was stunned, he thought that Nocardo would make him punish him for standing and copying books, but he didn't expect to let him read books? You must know that this kind of book students are not even qualified to touch, Nokado lent it to himself, Salter is not even grateful, after all, he is not uninterested in the magic of the spiritual department, but he just doesn't want to practice this kind of magic, with this book, it can be said that Salter is like a fish in water, he is now the time when the dueling skills are poor, he knows that he can't always rely on physical skills, but mental magic is a different matter, because this skill will not reveal the secret of his cultivation of swordsmanship, therefore, not to mention punishment, even if Nokado asks Salter to exchange labor for Salter will agree, but now there is still a problem, this book seems to be about a hundred pages thick, can you really read it in a week?

Nocado smiled, as if to see Salter's concerns, "Trust yourself, I'll examine you in a week, don't let me down." ”

With that, Nocado spread his hands to Salter and motioned for him to leave.

"Please wait a minute, Mr. Nocardo!" Salter suddenly stopped Nokado, who was about to sit down.

"Is this a punishment? Although I thank you for taking care of me in this way, I am fully conscious, and I should be punished for my mistakes, which is a matter of course, and I hope you can treat me as an equal with other classmates. ”

Salter guessed that Nocado did this mostly out of appreciation for his own talent, but he was not willing to make a mistake and accept other people's handouts in vain, whether it was punishment or help, Salter wanted to do something about it, because only in this way did he seem to feel that Nocardo's kindness could be accepted by himself.

But Nocado shook his head, "The so-called punishment is not to waste students' time and energy to do something meaningless, but a means to make students motivated, okay, you don't have to be afraid that Blake will make trouble for you, I'll talk about it on his side." ”

Salter noticed that Nocado seemed to be mistaken, as if he thought he was worried that the school would not accept this approach, but now there is a strange question, "Who is Blake?"

Hearing Salter's doubts, Nocado smiled again, but this time it didn't seem kind at all, or more like a mockery, "It turns out that Blake's kid is hiding his name in front of the students again this year, in short, I can only tell you that Blake is the name of your homeroom teacher, and it is inconvenient to reveal the surname, if you are interested, you can ask him yourself." ”

"Oh. Salter scratched his head in understanding, feeling a little inexplicable, and then prepared to leave Nocardo's office.

"Wait. Nokado thought back to Salter's words, and seemed to have something in mind.

"If you don't feel that the punishment is enough, you will come to me more in the future, I am busy, and it would be convenient if I could have an assistant or something.

"Hmm!" Salle replied.

"Then I'll go first, goodbye to Mr. Nocardo. ”

With that, Salter walked out of Nocardo's slightly messy office and prepared to walk towards the classroom, however, to his surprise, there was a person standing at the door of the classroom, and this person seemed to be waiting for him.

"Are you waiting for me?" Salter noticed from afar that Cassilio was staring at him, and the fool could tell that he was looking for trouble.

"I have something I have to talk to you about alone. Seeing Salter coming, Cassilio turned around and walked forward in style.

Salter couldn't help but be a little disgusted by his appearance, there should be a limit to no one in his eyes, what about the A-level magic family? If he wants to put up a fight in front of him, Salter doesn't agree.

"Is there anything you can't say here? If the reason is because of yesterday's duel, I'm sorry, I won't apologize, because injuries are inevitable in everyone's dueling, and if you lose, you can only blame yourself for not being able to do it. ”