in class.

Omar Hodge walked into the classroom with his notebook as usual, ignoring the chaotic classroom discipline underneath and began to lecture on his own.

He has become accustomed to this kind of teaching environment that is not respected by students.

Anyway, I came here to take classes just for that seemingly good pay.

At Victor Junior Academy of Magic, most of the students are just unawakened magic apprentices.

Because it is isolated outside the Western Continent and has a first-class academic background in the Blue Alliance, the Duchy of Brighton, with its convenient transportation and frequent merchant ships, has always been the most popular study destination for the other two continents.

More than half of the students in Omar Hodge's class came from the Southern and Northern Continents, and most of them were the children of rich and noble families of Tulum and Oshik.

However, few of these students who have spent a lot of money and come all the way to so-called "study" are actually for studying, and most of them just hope to get a graduation paper with the seal of the Principality of Brighton's School of Magic, so that they can brag about it to their friends and relatives who don't know how to do it when they go back.

Omar was well aware that not all students who came to Brighton to study abroad were like this, and those who were able to get into schools such as Cambrige High School of Magic on their own were still admirable, but at least at Victor School of Magic was almost non-existent.

Because of his lack of discipline, Omar barely listens to him in class, and he never names half of the students in each class, which is pretty good.

Omar was not angry about this, but felt a sense of relief as if he had entered no one's land.

Today, however, the situation is slightly different.

As soon as Omar entered the classroom, he found that in the last row, in the middle of the noisy group of students, sat a well-dressed and richly decorated young man, whose features were not much different from the other students around him, but the difference was that from the first moment he walked into the classroom, this student looked at him very attentively and listened attentively to his lecture.

The student's mind is not in the classroom, and so is the teacher, and Olma is too lazy to remember the appearance of the student in the class, so he has no impression of this student.

He hadn't been listened to seriously for a long time, and he had a feeling that he wasn't used to it.

The student's gaze was kind, even encouraging.

Yes, encouraged! Omar was amused by the sensations he had in his trance.

What qualifications do the students of this academy have to encourage themselves?

This feeling made him angry for a while, but his good cultivation made him not show any of it, but continued to teach in class.

Halfway through the lesson, Omar sensed something was wrong.

He had thought that the student was just listening attentively, but as time went on, Omar found that the other party seemed to understand.

His expression changed depending on the lecture, and for this reason, Omar deviated slightly from the syllabus and continued to increase the depth of the content, much to the student's surprise. And when he estimated that he had made some mistakes, the other party clearly showed confusion and stunned.

Omar was already certain that the student was definitely not an ordinary person.

Because what he said later was far beyond the scope of the average magician's acceptance.

End of class.

All the students left in droves.

Only the student still didn't leave.

Instead of leaving, he walked towards the podium.

"Hello, Lord Hodge, it's an honor to hear your lectures, it gives me a lot of inspiration."

The young man's voice was unexpectedly hoarse, with a strong local Brighton accent.

Omar immediately ruled out the other party's status as a "foreign student".

"You're probably not my student." Omar, also from Brighton, was less wary of him.

"This is indeed my first time attending your lesson, please forgive me for taking the liberty of interrupting."

"You know me?" Omar wondered.

"I know about your experience with Gilman, and I really appreciate your paper in the journal Anhill Mechanical Engineering, "On Further Exploring the Diversity of Energy Conversion Methods", which I have to say, is wonderful." The young man did not hesitate to praise himself.

"Yes." Omar was not complacent, and said calmly: "That was the last paper I published before I left the Anhill Chamber of Commerce, which is an internal publication of the Chamber of Commerce, which is rarely seen, and the few comments I get are 'cliché and nothing new'. ”

"It's a cliché, but it's not." The young man smiled: "I'm afraid that many people don't read it seriously when they see the title, and even if they do, few people have the ability to understand your work." ”

This sentence obviously made Omar feel a little more comfortable, but before he figured out what the other party meant, he did not show excessive joy, but asked:

"Then forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, do you understand?"

The young man did not answer directly, but smiled meaningfully and said, "Your interpretation and understanding of the 'Cheverier formula' made me not sleep well for several days in a row. ”

"Smack."

The book that Omar had just picked up from the podium fell back onto the table again.

The core and most difficult part of his entire paper is the reinterpretation of the "Cheverier Formula", which was derived from the conjectures proposed by the Gilman Grand Magician Cheflier more than 500 years ago.

The full description of Chefreel's conjecture is that our world is filled with a powerful energy that is contrary to the nature of the elements, which surrounds us but cannot be perceived by mental forces. Cheverier himself even gave an accurate set of data, concluding that this energy accounts for about 70% of all energy.

The Cheverier conjecture has not been proven, and few people really identify with it, and in academia it is more of a fantasy.

However, the Cheverier formula, which was derived by Cheflier, actually influenced the energy transition for hundreds of years. Gilman's latest Burning Demon Set is still not free from its design.

"Do you really understand my paper and think I'm right?"

Omar had mixed tastes, and the sudden recognition of years of research, even if it was just the recognition of a lonely young man, made him unable to calm down for a while.

"I don't dare to say I understand."

The young man smiled politely and said, "Because there are still many doubts, I hope to be able to ask you for advice in person...... It would be my greatest pleasure if Hodge could answer the question without hesitation. ”

Omar rarely met a confidant, and with difficulty remaining reserved, he nodded and said, "Go to my office." ”

(End of chapter)