Kevin thought about it, but he didn't think he had the ability. Although the combat effectiveness has increased, it is far from the level of teaching assassins. Even in the field of theoretical knowledge or illusion, there is no shortage of first-class masters among the assassins. Many of the people in the top row are eighth- and ninth-order powerhouses, and these people teach Kevin about the same.

DifficultyTeach the mouth cannon?The mouth cannon scolds Kevin is indeed a little confident, but if he wants to teach, how should he teach?Use the mouth to hold heavy objects and train the mouth muscles. Use your tongue to cut off the candle and train your tongue dexterity. I went to the tavern every day and secretly observed how the bards scolded each other. Then the bent pipe was scolded, the dead were cursed alive, and finally the fish were blown up by the river with a mouth cannon......

In the assassin's graduation exam, more than a dozen three aunts and six women were randomly selected to besiege and quarrel, and in the end, all the three aunts and six women who escaped were passed, and all those who fell and foamed at the mouth were excellent......

Let's be serious and stop some of the overly hilarious plots. Kevin thinks it's not impossible to really teach mouth cannons, and the so-called language arts can also tell a little truth. But is it really necessary? Does the Assassin Guild need to train a group of mouth guns?

Filled with doubts, Kevin went straight to the Earl's Court after work and tried to meet the Assassin President.

The butler led Kevin all the way to the study, and this time in the study, in addition to the president, there were more than a dozen assassins, standing in two rows. All of them were masked in black, including the Assassin Guild himself, and the atmosphere was very serious.

Seeing this, Kevin felt that he might not have come at the right time, and was ready to quit.

The Assassin President stopped him, "Kevin, you're here. You know, too, this is your teacher. ”

The assassins turned around in unison, then bowed slightly: "Hello teacher." ”

"Wait, wait," Kevin hurriedly waved his hand, "that, that ......"

"Didn't the Headmaster tell you?" the Assassin leader asked, "You have a class this semester, so I'll teach the Assassins." ”

"President," Kevin replied, "you should be very aware of my abilities, but it makes me wonder if I am still taught in this situation. ”

The Assassin President was silent for a moment, then said to the left and right, "You go down first." ”

"Yes. "I saw the figures painted by the assassins, and they disappeared in an instant. Kevin only looked at it and sweated slightly, the strength of the assassin in front of him was far above his own.

"Sit," the Assassin leader said, taking off his mask, "as a rule, it's not your turn to teach the Assassins. But since you have a lot of experience, and you have completed several tasks well, you should always have something special, right?"

"I ......," Kevin didn't know how to reply, "President, you better be straightforward, what do I teach?"

"Teach creativity!" replied the Assassin Headmaster.

Kevin grew dazed and began to scratch his head.

"You don't need to teach theory, culture, technology, we teach these by more professional teachers. You're here to teach creativity," the Assassin President looked at Kevin with admiration, "I've always thought you're creative, and the decision to let you teach creativity is creative in itself." ”

"Uh......" Kevin was embarrassed, "this...... How do you teach?"

"I don't know," the Assassin head president said naturally, "if I'm so creative, I'll teach it myself." ”

"But ......," Kevin still struggled, "I'm not a professional assassin, and even if I had a brainstorm and came up with some novel assassination methods, it might not be feasible in the eyes of professionals." Besides, the idea itself is very vague, do you have to take an exam? Is it a simulated assassination of a character? Or is it a dictation of the definition of creativity? If you don't take the exam, then who passes and who fails? Am I up to me?"

The Assassin President was silent for a moment, then changed the subject: "Do you know the results of our actions this time?"

Kevin thought for a moment, "The principal told me that it was said to be not ideal?"

"Of the 26 strongholds that the necromancer has offered, we have sent 26 teams to each other, and nothing has been found except me," the Assassin leader asked Kevin, "If you were the leader, what would you think in this situation?

Kevin remained silent, not daring to answer easily.

"I'll show you my work," the Assassin President said, standing up and walking to the window, "Come and see." ”

Kevin followed, followed the Assassin President's finger, and saw a little girl in the garden, about seven or eight years old, in a wheelchair. At this moment, he was in a daze with the flowers and plants in the garden, his eyes were blank, and he seemed to have been in a daze for a long time.

"She's the one I found from a certain stronghold," replied the Assassin Headmaster, "it's a noble mansion in Smitta, and I've searched the entire mansion without finding any clues about the necromancer." But I found her, she had no legs, and she was crawling on the side of the road, mingling with beggars. ”

"You think she's pathetic? But she's actually a necromancer. The Assassin President replied.

Kevin was stunned and couldn't help but observe carefully. The little girl was still looking at the flower garden in a daze, and at first glance she thought she was mentally retarded.

"I was able to see her problem because I found out that she was the boss in a group of beggars. How could a six- or seven-year-old girl who had lost her legs be ordered to get a middle-aged beggar who was dozens of years old? Later, after observation, I determined her identity and brought her back. The Assassin President continued.

Kevin was silent for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Is she really six or seven years old?"

"You don't have to worry about this, many masters have already tested her," the Assassin Guild re-chaired back, "Her magical talent is actually very average, and she is currently only a first-order spiritual power, of course, it also matters if she is young." Her legs were cut off, and as for who cut them off, it should be the necromancers. ”

Kevin thought for a moment and remembered something: "I have seen a female necromancer sacrifice her legs before. Usually walks with a skeleton on his back, and can summon his thighs when fighting, which is very sharp. Will she ...... too?"

"It's possible," replied the Assassin Headmaster, "but the sacrifice must have failed." We hypnotized her directly through hypnosis. According to her, at that time, the necromancer captured many children, chopped off their arms and legs, and then performed sacrificial rituals, some succeeded, and some failed. And she's the one who failed. ”

"What happens if you fail?"

"She chopped off her legs for nothing," the Assassin leader sighed, "and she survived. The necromancer thought that she might still be useful, so he tried to train her and teach her some rudimentary necromancy. But the necromancers were not satisfied with the process of teaching, and they beat and scolded her a lot. ”

"And how did she get out?" wondered Kevin.

"Because the necromancer basically didn't care about her," the Assassin leader smiled bitterly, "She's actually a very marginal figure, originally a guinea pig or something like an experiment, but with a little more vitality, do more experiments." This time, the group of necromancers ran in a hurry and missed one. But it didn't hurt, she basically didn't know anything. ”

"What will she do next?" Kevin asked casually.

"In the future, it will depend on her value, if she really only knows a few rudimentary necromancy, then the value is too small," the Assassin Guild couldn't help but regret, "Forget it, let's talk about it later." I guess I'll have to stuff it into your school, and Fran is here anyway. ”

There was another silence, and Kevin felt as if the topic was a little far away, and hurriedly pulled back: "Then how can I teach creativity?"

The Assassin Guild sighed, "I'm saying this primarily to mean a problem. How can we give full play to their enthusiasm? If you want to investigate the stronghold this time, you have to take a look at the outside of the stronghold, and you can't just look at the stronghold. That's what I should say, that's ......."

"I understand," Kevin nodded in agreement, "investigating this kind of task, and the upper echelons can't see it at all." Even if you see that there is no evidence, and everyone is like that, you can't fire them all. But...... What does this have to do with creativity? This should strengthen ideological education. ”

"Is ideological education useful?" the Assassin head smirked, "might as well be more creative." On the other hand, technology and magic are changing with each passing day, and there is a real need for some new assassination techniques and even theoretical systems. You are not a professional in this area, but you can be inspired by it. Sometimes some outsider's perspective is also valuable. ”

Kevin nodded, finally accepting. The Assassin President pulled out a piece of paper: "This is your class schedule, you don't have many classes, only two classes a week." ”

Kevin took a look, and in addition to Kevin's creative class, there were also Fran's undead spell popularization, the pseudo-saint's light spell, the bald teacher's mathematical application, and the assassin comprehensive practice taught by the assassin president himself, etc.

"Why is it all in the middle of the night?" said Kevin, looking at the time in surprise. Almost all of them are from 12 a.m. to 5 a.m., and there is supper time in between.

"Nonsense, do the Assassins still be classmates with the regular students?" retorted the Assassin Leader, "besides, the Assassins are not full-time, and they still have to work during the day." ”

Kevin: "......"

"So don't you want to fool around, people don't sleep most of the night and come to listen to your lessons, and if you make a mess, you're embarrassed, right?" the Assassin leader reminded.

"Then ......," Kevin thought for a moment, "if there is an assassin who is proficient in illusion, can he be used as an illusion practice object?"

"As long as you agree with each other, there is no problem, of course if something goes wrong, you can solve it yourself. The Assassin President waved his hand, disapproving.

"Well, excuse me. Kevin stood up to say goodbye, when suddenly his whole body exploded and pounced on the Assassin Guild Leader, accompanied by a mad dog-like bark......

The rest of the Earl's Court seemed to be accustomed to the situation, except for the new little girl, who seemed to be frightened, holding the wheels of her wheelchair with her hands nervously and looking in the direction of the study without blinking.

After a long time, the mad dog barking finally stopped. Kevin came out of it, sweaty, panting, weak on his feet, and slightly prostrate. The little girl stared at Kevin intently, who turned his head and smiled at her, walked forward slowly, and then crouched down.

"Little girl, what are you thinking about sitting here for so long?" Kevin said in as gentle a tone as possible.

Little Girl: "......"

Kevin smiled and rummaged through the spatial ring, trying to find something suitable to give. As a result, only a roller sword was found, a toy that had not been modified and had not been modified.

"Come, I'll give you something," Kevin didn't care whether it was abrupt or not, took out the roller sword and stuffed it in her hand, "Have you seen "The Demon King"? ”

Little Girl: "......"

"Goodbye. Kevin waved his hand and walked out of the Earl's Court.

The little girl held the roller sword and continued to be in a daze.

Time flickered, and the school officially started. It's another year of freshman entrance ceremonies, another year of the president's speech, and the problems faced are still serious, and the new minotaur students are also here. The older batch was promoted to the second grade and should know some rules, but after a summer vacation, it is difficult to say how much they remember.

This will be a severe test for the school, and all teachers and security guards have been treated with the utmost seriousness since day one, entering the "first level of combat readiness". Fortunately, the number of security guards has also increased this time, and the authority has been decentralized, and the teacher has started to use the authority in class. In addition, the teachers have experience after all, and the routines of the new students are still these, after all, it is still a lot easier.

Kevin has been preparing for classes almost all the time, even though there are only two classes a week. At the level of a bard, you can fool the past by bragging, but this is really irresponsible.

Carefully prepared a large number of materials, hollowed out some strange tactics, and analyzed brain-dead cases in a serious way. There is a thick stack of materials for preparing for class, but no matter how you talk about it, I feel that I don't know the bottom of my heart. Thankfully, the Assassins should know their own level, even if they don't speak well...... You'll be prepared, right?

On the third day of school, Wednesday at 12 p.m. The lights had long since been turned off, and the average student and teacher had gone to bed, and only one classroom in the school building was lonely. It was where the Assassins took their classes.

Kevin walked into class with a stack of materials, neatly dressed, and with his head held high. Looking around, the Assassins were already seated, about forty of them. Obviously, not all Assassins need to be trained, and some are estimated to be on mission.

About 40 students, all dressed in black and masked, sat upright, with their hands upright in front of their desks. Although they were masked, Kevin was able to recognize a few, including Spoon. She sat in the middle of the third row. Next to her seemed to be Xiao Jiu. Not far away is her brother, Lieutenant Colonel Weir, who cooperated with the crumb mission some time ago.

"Class!" Kevin said seriously.

"Stand up, hello teacher!"

"Hello Assassins, sit down. ”

"Ahem," Kevin coughed dryly, "I'm in charge of the creative class this semester, so I don't need to introduce myself, right? This course is mainly self-taught. ”