Early morning.

In the dimly lit lecture hall, a young apprentice knelt on the edge of the podium, pouting his ass and trying to reach the bottom of the podium.

Who came up with this design?

The apprentice stretched out his hand, his face flushed.

Install the polyphonic stone in the hidden compartment of the podium?

Aesthetics is beautiful, but it is difficult for them to maintain the teaching assistants of the classroom.

Finally, with a soft sound, he succeeded in plucking the last precious polyphonic stone.

The apprentice sat on the ground with one of them leaning back, gasping for breath as he looked at the polyphonic stone in his hand, which was incomparably smooth from repeated use, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it's not broken.

It can last another ten ...... Well, maybe five lessons.

The apprentice carefully wrapped the polyphonic stone, then picked up the charcoal and retraced the somewhat faded polyphonic circle in front of the podium.

His movements are skillful and habitual, his demeanor is serious and concentrated, and the complex and changeable magic circle is revealed lightly and unhindered in his brushwork.

The Apprentice also managed to fix a few of the wrong designs that had hindered the circle, making it work more smoothly and perhaps extending the life of the Polyphonic Stone.

Of course, with a faint sense of pride, the apprentice thought in his heart, this can't be discovered by others, otherwise he will face the review of the "Magic Committee" again.

As soon as he thought of this, the color on the apprentice's face suddenly disappeared.

After the last stroke, the apprentice, who had a sore back, stood up and looked at his seat: there were two large stacks of parchment manuscript paper, three large bags of test papers, and a special equipment box for teaching assistants.

The apprentice sighed.

Mr. Donovan's lecture was in the afternoon.

He had to hurry up and get his equipment ready, including a roster, name tags, a writing pen, a broadcast machine, a mold, and a corresponding guest manual......

Why do you have to give so many lectures on a boring topic?

The seat of ten thousand laws has also fallen.

The apprentice thought to himself and walked to the other side of the classroom and looked at the calendar on the wall.

[Saturday, October 29, 839 Empire.] 】

【Closed.】 】

[In the year 314 of the Chronicle of Kings, the lifelong mage, craftsman, poet, historian, swordsman, and author of the Legend of the Iron King, Jericho Rhein Mindis, was born today. 】

[The important thing is not the choice itself, but the choice ——. Mindis. 】

On the calendar, the painted Venerable Mindith stands on the top of the mountains, looking at the distant sunrise with a deep expression and a sad brow.

It's been three years.

The apprentice sighed slowly, and then mercilessly tore off the worried country and the people, along with yesterday, and crumpled it into a ball.

Revealing "Today":

[Sunday, October 30, 839 Empire.] 】

[Holy Day Holiday.] 】

[In the 58th year of the reign of kings, a military strategist and commander of the battle of the saints, King Anset died today. 】

[Ladies and gentlemen, we leave our lives here for tomorrow. - King Anset]

On the calendar is the back of a fully armored cavalryman, rushing straight down from the ice peak, rushing towards the black pressure of a large army array below.

The apprentice looked expressionless as he shoved the "Master Mindis" into his hand, kneading it smaller and smaller.

Why do lectures have to be held on weekends......

Right now.

"Really?"

A young man's voice, bright, light, and full of interest, came.

The apprentice was startled, and he looked back to find that there had been an uninvited guest in the classroom at some point.

The guest was sitting next to his seat, pulling out a stack of parchment rolls from his teaching assistant bag, turning them from time to time with relish:

"The Common Explanation of Origin Theory, Metasystem Concept, Transfiguration Magic, and Spirit-Summoning Arrays: New Evidence for the Prehistoric Battlefields of the Northlands?"

Just hearing the first half of the sentence, the apprentice was taken aback!

Oh my god, that's-

He ran frantically towards the guests, but was tripped up the stairs on the way, and fell hard and.

The guest was still reading the scroll in his hand with great interest, and his face was relaxed.

The young apprentice ignored the sore palm, got up in twos and threes, and rushed to the guest through gritted teeth:

"That's ...... Mine!"

Only then did the guest raise his head and smile at him.

He had long hair over his ears, his complexion was fair, he was very handsome, and he sat elegantly but with an extraordinary bearing.

A beautiful man.

It's like a person in a painting.

The apprentice grabbed the seat next to him and stopped his steps so that he didn't collide with the other party.

"yes, I saw the signature. ”

"There are also rejection comments," the beautiful man smiled, raised the scroll of paper in his hand at the apprentice, and turned out one of the red comments:

"'Self-satisfied, irrational fantasy speculation'. ”

The apprentice's face turned red.

He looked at the criticism, as if he had been choked by the neck, and his originally righteous voice instantly lowered several degrees:

"That's—"

The apprentice struggled for a while, and finally spoke up stubbornly:

"It's none of your business. ”

The beautiful man smiled softly.

The apprentice noticed that the other man's dress was not like the usual tone pattern in the tower, but instead his mage robes were flamboyantly colored, with trendy designs, expensive materials, and seemed to reflect like stars in the morning light.

Odd.

Who is he?

"So you're the one?"

The guest continued to flip through the paper roll in his hand:

"That 'Divine Stick Mage' at the Red Horn Tower?"

The apprentice was stunned.

Because of the peculiar architectural style of the main tower, the Tower of Souls was nicknamed the "Red Horn Tower" by the apprentices of other magic towers.

But they themselves never mention the title, that is, ......

However, the apprentice, who came to his senses, was soon attracted by another title:

"God—God?"

What is this called?

The beautiful man nodded.

"So you really believe it," the guest raised his gaze from the paper scroll and nodded softly to the apprentice, like a spring breeze blowing:

"More than a thousand years ago, in the battle of the Holy Pursuit, King Anset opened the gates of hell and relied on the power of mysterious demons to defeat the ancient orcs?"

The apprentice blinked, and he stared at the manuscript paper in the other man's hand, and understood something.

"Stick Mage, alright. ”

The apprentice sighed and raised an index finger, as if he had been accustomed to this scene a thousand times:

"Listen, I'm not a god stick, and I've never said that it was up to demons to defeat the ancient orcs......"

But the guest then interrupted him:

"But that's how your paper and the reviewer's comments are written. ”

The other man flipped out a page from the paper scroll and showed it to the apprentice.

There is a paragraph circled in red pen on it, and the comment on one side reads, "If you like demons so much, I suggest that you go to the gates of hell to continue your studies."

The apprentice took a breath, then turned red.

As if insulted, he said in a hurry:

"It's ...... This is taken out of context!"

The guests looked at him with a smile and remained silent.

This made the apprentice even more angry.

He dodged his paper with his hands, skilfully and habitually flipped through it, and picked out a crumpled page:

"See?"

He angrily pointed to one of the annotated sketches, which appeared to be a human skeleton:

"The latest evidence of an ancient battlefield excavated under Aarendburg...... The remains of more than 1,000 ancient warriors of mankind bear the distinctive characteristics of the early period of the Kings...... Most of the specimens have suffered numerous blows and injuries in multiple locations......"

The guests approached and watched with relish.

The apprentice said faster and faster: "The magnitude and number of them are far beyond our imagination, and some of the bodies have even been pierced through the heart and shattered the skull......"

"I guess," the beautiful man smiled slightly, his long hair fluttering, "This represents the ancient knights of the King Era who fought bravely, fought to the death against the orcs, and was wounded?"

"No!"

The apprentice cut through the nail and shook the scroll of paper in his hand:

"This means that they have suffered fatal wounds more than once in their lives!

He tried to repeat the point.

"Perhaps, the transcendent power of the ancients was stronger?"

The beautiful man's tone is still joking:

"Like the physique of the ancient orcs far surpasses that of the current orcs?"

The apprentice felt insulted.

"No!"

He raised his voice, gritted his teeth, habitually raised his fingers, and repeated without hesitation:

"No human being can withstand even a fatal blow like that!

"No matter how tenacious your will is, you can't do it!"

"No matter how strong the extraordinary power is, there is no way, no way!"

Every time he emphasized, the beautiful man nodded his head with a spring breeze on his face.

It seems to be very understanding.

"And then?"

The apprentice took a deep breath and flipped to the next page.

"Then, I dug it out of the ground with my own hands, and thawed a few bodies from the ice, and I swore that the flesh of that thing would still be alive if I hadn't been quick with my eyes...... More than 1,000 corpses were exhumed by our research team, and I list the specific data here......"

But the apprentice's words came to an abrupt end.

I saw that in the paper, the part he pointed to was circled with red pens, and the original appearance was almost unclear, and the replies in different handwriting were written: "The statistical method is too rough", "Have you dealt with selective bias", "It is recommended to re-select the sample", "The test is not convincing", "Correlation does not equal cause and effect", and so on.

One of the most glaring sentences was, "Was your math taught by your sword teacher?"

The beautiful man seemed to be unable to help but laugh.

The apprentice blushed and stuffed the paper into his bag.

"In short, that is no longer the category that can be explained by the Alchemy Tower's 'Sharpening Technique', 'Strong Forging Magic', 'Material Affinity', or the Soul Tower's 'Light and Shadow Flute' and 'Soul Body Theory', let alone the extraordinary power of 'will affecting the body'. ”

He's still trying to explain:

"I guess you won't find anything like that even in the most perverted ascetic's tower......"

The guest nodded and encouraged him to continue:

"So?"

The apprentice adjusted his breathing, and his eyes lit up:

"Although there are not many known historical sources, there are indeed a few records of similar things that mention this kind of radical change of life form from the inside out, ignoring the basic laws......

Ignoring the basic rules, ...... from the inside out

"You mean ......"

The guest groaned and said lightly:

"Myojin Catholic Church - religious exorcism records?"

The apprentice's words froze.

The beautiful man chuckled:

"So, back to the devil. ”

The apprentice cleared his throat.

"No, not all, and it doesn't have to be Myojin......"

"But," he tried to justify something, but eventually gave up his efforts, and his voice was low:

"yes, most of them. ”

"At least that's ...... Potential circumstantial evidence that can be referred to at present. ”

The apprentice's face was decadent, and he elbowed the bag containing the papers:

"I'm just trying to say that if we're willing to put aside our preconceptions and re-examine the relevant religious texts and even legends, there will be, I mean, maybe it will help. ”

What the guests understood:

"So the reviewers think you're promoting occult or even religious theories like 'the existence of demons.'"

The apprentice's expression darkened completely:

"They also smirked and asked me if I had gone to the 'Gates of Hell' to listen to the sermon again. ”

The apprentice sullenly looked at the crumpled paper in the bag.

God pity him, the gate of hell, he went there once, okay?

I was still tricked into it!

That missionary big sister looks so intellectual, so mature, and so beautiful......

I actually like it......

The apprentice shook his head, surging away the unpleasant memories.

As soon as he smelled the smell of blood for the sacrifice, he immediately managed to escape, okay!

"You have the subject, I understand. ”

The guest suddenly spoke.

The apprentice looked up.

"What?"

The beautiful man touched his chin,

"A rare transfiguration magic ...... that works at the origin level"

"Use the contemporary meta-system hypothesis to explain the long-despised ancient Spiritualist Array ......"

The guest skillfully used the terminology of his paper:

"You're trying to build an argument that is acceptable to mages – explaining the unspeakable and mysterious phenomena from the perspective of modern magic. ”

The beautiful man raised his gaze:

"To make it easier?"

"Applying for funding for the next step of your research?"

The apprentice snorted, a little self-defeating:

"It's not the same. ”

"Moreover, the archaeological excavation has ended, and it has long been over. ”

The huge classroom was silent for a while, and the two of them were silent in a seat.

A few seconds later, somewhat to the surprise of the apprentice, the guest did not comfort or laugh - this was the most he had received in more than a month.

"Divine magic. ”

The beautiful man turned his head and asked seriously and seriously:

"Why not magic?"

The apprentice was stunned.

"What?"

I saw the beautiful man bow his head, and his eyes were shining.

"Ignoring the basic laws and radically changing the form of life. ”

"Countless religious records and legends have shown the same effect on miracles and divine magic, haven't they?"

The beautiful man is a word:

"The living dead, flesh and bones, the remnants of the body, the creation of gods. ”

The apprentice paused for a long time before he said:

"I ...... That's not the focus of my research. ”

"I'm not a believer in the gods, I'm not ...... Divine sticks. ”

He said sullenly.

But the beautiful man looked at him for a long time and smiled.

"Actually, you figured it out, didn't you? ”

The beautiful man's words carried the power of demagogy: "And the records of miracles and magic are more numerous and detailed. ”

"But you couldn't write it. ”

The apprentice shuddered slightly.

After a while, the apprentice exhaled and patted his paper:

"Just writing like this is enough to make people think I'm a god......"

His tone seemed to be resigned to his fate:

"I still want to keep my job. ”

The guest was silent.

"I thought the Tower of Souls was open. ”

The beautiful man said softly:

"Here, everyone has and deserves an 'independent and free soul'. ”

The apprentice snorted lightly, disapproving.

"No matter how independent they are, they are human beings. ”

He sat back in his seat, looking at the ceiling, and his tone was filled with indescribable disappointment:

"No matter how free they are, they are also mages. ”

"Born to reject certain things. ”

These words made the beautiful man fall into deep thought.

"They do not believe that there is any other way than their own path that can be called 'reason', and they denounce it as 'ignorance' by the standards of magic. ”

The apprentice said that he was in God:

"They believe that even if they can be doubted, even if they can be falsified, even if they finally overturn their own established arguments, they must and can only do so in their own way – otherwise they are just fools and irrational. ”

They believe that everything that exists in the world must be explained by logical principles that they agree with in order to be reasonable. ”

"Because magic is advanced, magic is truth. ”

The apprentice sighed.

"As mages, we are so 'progressive,'" he said, listlessly:

"As a result, we can't be more 'progressive'. ”

Again, there was unspeakable silence.

Until the beautiful man raised his head.

"It's too big. ”

The apprentice looked puzzled.

I saw the beautiful man casually and happily ruffle his hair:

"Your complaints are too wide, but it's not about magical ideas. ”

"It's just a mage, it's just a human thing. ”

The apprentice was stunned:

"I don't understand?"

The beautiful man smiled chicly, which made him a little dazzled:

"The reason for your rejection is politics. ”

The apprentice's face changed slightly:

"Excuse me?"

The beautiful man unceremoniously stretched out his hand and tapped on the apprentice's forehead:

"To be precise, it's about the discourse, dominance, vested interests, and the structure of the Magic Tower's personnel – politics. ”

The apprentice looked at him stunned.

What, what do you mean?

The beautiful man pulled out the pile of parchment from between them:

"Especially this argument that 'we should put down our bodies and re-examine religious legends.'" ”

"The reason why they reject such arguments is because of recent events. ”

The apprentice rolled his eyes.

Recent?

I saw the beautiful man smiling mysteriously while flipping through his papers:

"Three months ago, the Seat of Ten Thousand Laws was defeated in a debate with the Diocese of the Northland. ”

The apprentice's expression changed.

The Seat of Ten Thousand Laws represents the Tower of the Soul, and he knows that it is not going well in the debate, and for this reason, he has also received a lot of discussion from his fellow apprentices of the Seat of Power.

But isn't it normal to have a win or lose in an argument?

Something to do with his paper?

The beautiful man continued:

"Unfortunately, among the people who listened was the Duke of the Northland and the governor of the province, which had a profound impact and had a lot of consequences. ”

The beautiful man squinted and smiled:

The endorsement of the Arende family, including the strong recommendation of the Myojin Catholic Church, enabled the young bishop of the Northland to travel south to the triumphant capital and to the Supreme Palace, where he preached to the nobles of the imperial capital, including the royal family, and it is said that he also had a great conversation with His Majesty the Emperor. ”

"This matter has become a good talk for a while, and it has spread throughout the twenty-three provinces of the empire. ”

"There are even rumors that His Majesty intends to appoint the young but learned Bishop of the Northland as the Prime Minister of the Empire, in order to remove the Count Renato, who has failed to quell the rebellion and has been criticized. ”

A series of inexplicable terms and events struck the apprentice's brain, which was full of corpses, a little dizzy:

"So?"

The beautiful man closed the scroll, leaned on his arm, and approached him, smiling rather than smiling.

"Therefore, now not only you Red Horn Tower, but also the high-level leaders of the Three Towers urgently need to regroup, save face, strengthen confidence, and make people believe again: magic is the truth of the world, and mages are the right path for mankind. ”

Syllable!

The beautiful man waved the paper and gently pumped it on the forehead of the ignorant apprentice.

"And at this time, you handed over such a paper without dying. ”

"Say 'Hey, maybe there's some truth to the stories written by those gods', and you want to apply for funding to set up a research group?"

The apprentice understood something, and he took the crumpled paper from his head and looked at the guest dumbly.

"If they let you through......"

The beautiful man snorted lightly:

"Then at such a time when people are panicking and demoralized, what should we do with the authority of magic in the minds of the students?"

"What about the court mages' voice in the major families of the empire?"

"What if the aristocracy no longer believes in reason and turns to mystery?"

"What about the whole system of research and systems, the methods and principles of argumentation, that we have spent thousands of years, and their guiding position in the magical system?"

The apprentice clutched the thesis in his arms and blinked in bewilderment.

What?

"The most important thing is ......"

The beautiful man smiled, stretched out his hand, and nodded the apprentice's forehead:

"In case of eleven years ago, it was not magic, not mages, not the wisdom and strength of humans themselves, but really ethereal gods and demons...... What about the absolute superiority of the faith in the Church, which we have built up with great difficulty in the hearts of the broad masses of the people since the 'Great Reconciliation'?"

The apprentice took a deep breath, and he was a little angry after straightening out the logic:

"But...... But if that's the truth......"

The beautiful man's voice suddenly turned cold and interrupted him:

Then this truth should be buried, and it will never see the light of day. ”

The beautiful man sank his face, but he had a cold charm:

"Unless the truth is in our favor, it will not affect the absolute dominance of the mages in the secular realm. ”

The beautiful man stretched out his hand again, tapped the apprentice's head, which he seemed to be particularly fond of, and said:

"Knowledge, too, is constructed by power. ”

"I love my teacher first, and then I love the truth. ”

The apprentice shook his head and fled from the small gestures of the guests.

He pondered every word the other man said.

A question was revealed, but endless questions followed.

He looked at his guest suspiciously:

"You...... You just said, who are you?"

The beautiful man sat back in his seat, and his smile became even more mysterious.

"I didn't say it, but ......"

He raised his chin slightly, stretched out his right hand, and skillfully hid his arrogance in a playful tone:

"Macintosh. ”

"Macintosh Renato. ”

The beautiful man said softly:

"Nice to meet you. ”

The apprentice subconsciously held the other party's pair of delicate and fair-skinned aristocratic hands that had not done much farm work at a glance:

"Oh yes, I'm glad I did...... Wait, Renato?"

The apprentice's face changed.

The surname is Renato, and he is still such a young mage......

He remembered something, first anxiously recalled, and was shocked at the moment he thought of it!

"Oh my God, you're the ......"

He pointed to the Macintosh in horror:

"The orthodox imperial nobleman, the descendant of the six stars of the founding of the country, the young son of the prime minister, the fiancé of the 'secret blue' princess in the royal family, the ...... who is only obsessed with magic and not the official"

Macintosh smiled as he listened to the apprentice count the titles, as if he was quite accustomed to it, and he enjoyed it.

The apprentice's expression froze.

"No, how do I remember that the War Tower snatched you before we did...... How do you ......"

War Towers.

Macintosh paused slightly:

"Yes, I am indeed an apprentice affiliated with the Alchemy Tower. ”

The apprentice nodded:

"So, you're a muscular guy - ahem, I'm sorry, you were sent by the Alchemy Pagoda to visit, which one are you here to attend?"

But Macintosh shook his head:

"No, I'm here to learn. ”

"I am a beneficiary of the latest 'Horn of War' Twin Towers Joint Training Program. ”

Horn of War.

The apprentice understood, as the name suggests, refers to the mainstay of the wizarding world, commonly known among mages as 'War' and 'Red Horn', the two major magic towers of alchemy and soul, but ......

"Twin Towers, Joint Training?"

The apprentices looked at each other in surprise.

"That's right. ”

The beautiful man nodded, smiling brightly, as if taking away the darkness in the classroom:

"I've been co-sitting for two and a half years – co-scum. ”

Oh.

The apprentice scratched his head stupidly.

Why does this sound strange, as if something is not right......

But.

It's rare.

Legend has it that the twin towers, which are called "muscular guys" and "thinkers" in disparagement, are not from the concept of magic to the organizational structure, from high-level relationships to apprenticeship competition, each of which has huge differences, and they have to pinch each other when they meet, and they don't get along with each other?

Macintosh cleared his throat and put away his smile that could kill half of the Imperial girls and a quarter of the Imperial boys:

"Listen, I have a research project in hand. ”

He looked at the apprentice seriously:

"Maybe you'll be interested. ”

The apprentice snorted softly.

I said so.

Why did you come to the classroom where no one was in the morning, and the gods were chattering.

When the magic review period has arrived, it seems that he is the organizer of a certain empty research project, and a large amount of mysterious accounts cannot be reimbursed, so he wants to recruit a large number of people and cheat funds......

The apprentice lazily said:

"So, what's the research topic?"

Macintosh smiled slightly, his long hair obviously under the wind charm, floating freely in the air:

"As you say, some subversive topics, some directions that may not be recognized, some things that require us to question ourselves, some things that require us to overturn deep-seated beliefs that we don't want to touch. ”

The apprentice replied perfunctorily:

"Oh......"

Unsurprisingly, even the subject of the study is inexplicable......

Until the other party's next sentence.

"And our research field is under Aarendburg in the province of Northland, between the mountainsides. ”

After a few seconds, the apprentice who understood suddenly changed color.

He stood up abruptly, looked at Macintosh, and forgot for a moment to admire the other party's beautiful face:

"Underground, mountainside, you mean ......"

McIntosh chuckled softly and stood up as well

"That's right, it's the old place mentioned in your paper, the ruins of the ancient battlefield of the Kings that you participated in excavating, the ancient underground transportation road. ”

The beautiful man walked up to the apprentice, just a head taller than the other party, and looked down at him condescendingly:

"Folk nickname - 'Black Path'. ”

The apprentice was completely stunned.

But Macintosh didn't let him go, and skillfully revealed the secret that even the apprentice didn't know:

"After your Red Horn Tower was forced to withdraw under the combined pressure of the Imperial Official Research Group, the Ascetic's Tower, and the Myojin Church, the disposal of the ruins fell into the hands of the Governor of the Northland Province. ”

"And the Duke of Northland, who is good at making mud, originally only planned to plug the entrance to the cave and build a monument to 'we killed the ancient orcs' and it will be over......"

"But unfortunately, I am well acquainted with the heir of the Duke of Arend, and he has delegated this task to me. ”

The beautiful man bent down and pushed the forehead of the apprentice:

"You know, if I build a monument, I can just use people like you. ”

He blinked.

"You. ”

The pupils are blue, like entering the deep sea.

The apprentice ignored the other party's overly intimate movements, and subconsciously swallowed his throat.

"You mean...... False projects, inconsistent on the surface...... Isn't this illegal?"

McIntosh laughed, and did not answer directly:

"Why, do you want to come?"

The apprentice took a few steps back, soothing his breathing that had become rapid as the other man approached.

He looked at the other in surprise and then at his paper.

Black Path.

Excavation.

But after a few seconds, the apprentice who had figured out something turned pale.

"There were a lot of people involved in the excavation. ”

The apprentice's face darkened:

"For example, my mentor, Master Donovan. ”

"You should go to him. ”

McIntosh stared at his expression and smiled.

"Donovan, who is only one step away from the title of master?"

He scratched his chin and thought for himself:

"Anyway, I've studied all of his works, from the early days to the present. ”

The apprentice snorted and laughed.

"You're so confident. ”

He didn't hesitate to look at the noble young master in front of him:

"There are 163 treatises and 12 books in the life of Donovan......

"Nope. ”

McIntosh interrupted him with a shake of his head.

"One hundred and ninety-two treatises, to be exact, and thirteen books. ”

The apprentice suddenly changed color.

I saw the beautiful man in front of me understated:

These include some manuscripts of his studies from his youth, as well as a book that is being proofread and has not yet been published. ”

The apprentice was stunned.

the groove.

It's okay that this guy is handsome, after all, there are still many people in the world who are close to my appearance.

But, obviously he looks like a gentleman, and he's not very old?

Don't......

McIntosh didn't pay attention to the other party's thinking:

"But it is a pity that I found that the once famous Master Donovan has become conservative and backward, and his latest writings and papers are all clichés, and he does not want to make progress. ”

His words reveal a deep disappointment:

"Master Donovan, it's old. ”

The apprentice was stunned for a moment, and then angrily showed the strength to teach the students:

"Eh, you kid......"

But McIntosh didn't let him continue:

"And in recent years, a few of his more interesting works ......"

The beautiful man raised his gaze and looked directly at the apprentice holding the paper:

"It's all co-written with one of his unknown students and teaching assistants. ”

The apprentice froze.

"That's you. ”

Macintosh stared straight at him and said softly:

"Three years ago, Torus Mill, who was demoted from a first-class to a third-class apprentice for serious violations of research ethics. ”

There was silence in the classroom.

The young apprentice, Taurus, was silent.

After a few seconds, Taurus coughed lightly:

"Yes, but Master Donovan is still my mentor and employer, and I think you'd better find him first......"

But this time, Macintosh also ignored his words and went straight to the point:

"Are you willing?"

Taurus shuddered.

Macintosh sneered:

"Obviously talented, but just because of a so-called 'political mistake', he was deprived of the qualification for life to be promoted. ”

Taurus' breathing became rapid.

"I am a young man, but my future is not bright, and I can only be a third-class apprentice for the rest of my life?

In the classroom, one person questioned with his hands behind his back, and the other held a paper.

Silence relatively.

Taurus struggled to regain his breathing:

"Listen, three years ago, if it weren't for Master Donovan protecting me under pressure......"

But Macintosh's questioning followed, like a sword full of extraordinary power, piercing him in the heart:

"Are you willing?"

At this moment, the beautiful man spoke sharply, like a prophet of God:

"Obviously full of ambition and curiosity, but you can only hide behind the teacher's back, do some chores, silently proofread the manuscript, and test the data?"

"And ......"

McIntosh glanced at the classroom:

"Maintain the Polyphonic Stone?"

Torus strained his palms and gripped the rejected paper even tighter.

Macintosh slowly stretched out his hand:

"Now, you have a chance to prove yourself. ”

His tone was seductive:

"Join me and get back on the path of magic. ”

"Tell those who reject you that one day they will only be worthy to look at your back. ”

Torus lowered his head, unable to make out his expression.

There was complete silence.

McIntosh was not in a hurry, just waited for him quietly, quite patiently.

It seems to be sure of the other party's reaction.

However, after a few seconds, Toros raised his head.

"I, refuse. ”

The apprentice spoke with difficulty, slowly biting the words.

"I'm having a great time here," said Taurus, holding his thesis, his tone trembling slightly:

"I chose magic because I loved it, not because I made it famous. ”

McIntosh was somewhat surprised.

"Really?"

The beautiful man began to look at Taurus again:

"You know, you don't often have such opportunities, do you?"

"At the very least, I'll provide you with enough salary ......"

Torus suddenly spoke up and interrupted Macintosh:

"Listen!"

His face was tense, and his knuckles were pale when he pinched the paper:

"I'm still busy and have to rush to get the facilities ready for the next lecture......"

The apprentice didn't go on.

Macintosh raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. ”

He nodded, with some regret:

"It's a pity. ”

The beautiful men stared at each other, but the apprentice did not say a word, and seemed unmoved.

McIntosh sighed and turned away.

At the moment when the other party turned around, Torus, who had been silent, closed his eyes fiercely and bit his lower lip.

It's like being tortured.

Right now.

"Taurus. ”

McIntosh didn't turn around.

"I've heard that you were born in a knight's family in Chauvin, right?"

The apprentice's face changed.

Torus looked up vigilantly:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but I inquired in the tower," McIntosh did not hurry, nor did he turn around:

"You have a fiancée who was a childhood sweetheart, and after believing in religion, she was committed to serving the gods, and for this reason she broke her marriage contract. ”

"A nun who never married?"

Fiancee.

Break the marriage contract.

For a moment, Taurus' mind froze.

The paper in his arms let out a groan of pain.

Macintosh curled the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, muscleman. ”

After a long time, the soulless Torus spoke:

"It's none of your business. ”

But Macintosh is like a hunter who chases the blood of his prey, and he chases after it:

"So, dear Taurus, you are over eighteen years old and have managed to squeeze into the magic tower, determined to do magic......"

"Does it have anything to do with her obsession with using magic to explain mysteries?"

Torus looked up sharply and shouted angrily:

"Of course not!"

Macintosh turned and looked at the slightly trembling apprentice with a subtle expression.

Taurus realized that his attitude was wrong.

He cleared his throat and tried to bring his tone back to normal:

"I, my research direction and attitude have always been the same, and I will not be affected by anything outside of work. ”

He spoke very firmly.

No doubt.

McIntosh smiled.

"That's good. ”

He turned around again, intentionally or not:

"Oh, by the way, to tell you something. ”

"Your nun's fiancée, who was promoted to the side of a young bishop as a right-hand man because of her devotion and good work. ”

Torus froze.

"Oh, what a coincidence, it is the one just mentioned, Bishop Zieg, who is honored as the guest of honor by His Majesty the Emperor. ”

Macintosh's voice penetrated his ears like the whispers of the legendary demons, and he couldn't stop it:

"As a holy nun revered by the faithful, your fiancée – sorry, ex-fiancée – is trusted and bathed in divine grace. ”

"Self-giving. ”

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze.

After a long time.

"Okay, I got it. The apprentice was in a trance.

McIntosh looked at him, and the corners of his mouth returned to coldness.

"Then I'm leaving," the beautiful man said lightly:

"Good luck to you, and your papers. ”

Macintosh turned, took a step, and sighed:

"Those missionaries, they're really demagoguery, aren't they. ”

The other party's footsteps slowly faded away.

No.

Torus thought to himself.

No.

She did not become religious because of the demagogy of the clergy.

It's because ......

Because......

With a click, the paper in Tauros' hand fell to the ground.

Torus woke up from a dream.

He crouched down silently and picked up the paper that had been crumpled by himself.

The paper was full of red letters, revealing the last page, with a line of approval on it.

Although they were all anonymous judges, this did not prevent Toros from recognising his teacher's handwriting:

[Magic, in the final analysis, is about the study of people. 】

[Don't get lost in the infinite pursuit of curiosity and lose your heart. 】

Master Donovan.

Taurus' breathing became rapid.

The ...... of the study of man

His fists tightened and tightened.

About the ......

The apprentice's heart is beating faster and faster.

Person......

"Wait a minute!"

The classroom rang out with Taurus shouting.

The footsteps stopped.

Macintosh turned slowly, looking at the apprentice with a calm expression.

"Co-......"

Torus breathed heavily, staring at the paper in his hand, his face changing rapidly, as if hesitant and remorseful.

"Your research plan......"

After a second, Torus looked up resolutely.

He decisively threw away the parchment in his hand.

It's like throwing away the past.

"When does it start?"

Macintosh looked at the apprentice from a distance, and did not answer, with inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Until he smiled with satisfaction.

"Soon, dear, soon. ”

McIntosh smiled warmly, while Torus grimaced.

"But don't worry. ”

"Trust me," the beautiful man stared at the apprentice in front of him fixedly, his tone full of prey satisfaction:

"We still have a long way to go. ”

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