Chapter 154
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Noland Higher Magic Academy.
Herland had just returned from the White Thorn Flower Theater with her best friend. She had an important class in the afternoon.
It was a brand new class, and it was taught by the dean of the academy, Rourke the Gray!
Rourke the Gray was the sage of all spellcasters in Noland. Being able to listen to a great sage's class was something every spellcaster apprentice would be excited about.
A spellcaster's power came from Inscriptions, and the amount of Inscriptions they had came from their understanding of this world.
The knowledge Rourke the Gray imparted could definitely awaken many new Inscriptions after understanding it.
No one would reject this class.
Herland was very fortunate to be able to use his status as a top student in the Norland High Magic Academy to obtain the right to attend this class.
However, she found that she was not in the mood to care about this class at all. The reason was that her friend Sansa had dragged her to the White Thorn Flower Theater in the morning to see the "little gift" that the demon had gotten when he wasn't too cold.
"Herland, I already have an ID for this forum. You haven't registered yet?"
Sansa stared at the white interface in front of Herland. The first line of the interface read "Spellcaster Forum User Agreement."
The first time she used the Magic Net, she had already found something new that surpassed her understanding and could not wait to try it out herself.
As for the user agreement that was ten and a half pages long, Sansa did not even think about it and clicked "Agree."
Herland, on the other hand, read through the ten and a half pages of the user agreement seriously! If this was on Earth, it would be a rare species that was on the verge of extinction.
"Sansa, the source of this new spell is very complicated, both in terms of usage and limitations."
Herland read through the user agreement before choosing to agree.
"Isn't it just a spell that can be used to chat? I just wanted to use it to ask that Falosi's Flower a few questions. I thought the Black Swan movie was as boring as their stage play, but I didn't expect … Ugh … "
Sansa had bought this raw crystal for one silver coin because of the gimmick of being able to communicate with the Falosi's Flower at close range.
When she recalled the plot of the demon being not too cold, her emotions seemed to be on the verge of losing control.
"Its function is far more terrifying than chatting."
Herland passed his handkerchief to Sansa and said, "Don't worry.
After all, she was someone who had learned programming from Josiah. She understood the meaning and value of the magic net better than other spellcaster apprentices.
However, the two spellcaster apprentices sitting at the back of the classroom did not have the chance to whisper for long before the figure that walked into the classroom shut them up immediately.
It was a middle-aged man who was only 1.6 meters tall. His eyes were like those of a reptile as he scanned the entire classroom. His cold gaze caused all the acolytes to cover their mouths.
Why is Mentor Viper of the Voodoo School here? This lesson shouldn't have anything to do with reverse curses. "
Sansa carefully used the virtual keyboard she had just learned to type out a few words on the screen in front of her.
"I don't know."
Herland responded to her in the same way.
The teacher who was called Viper snorted coldly and sat in the front row of the classroom.
"That old man from the Flame Weaving Inscription System. I guess his experiment yesterday failed again."
Sansa soon saw another teacher enter the classroom. The most eye-catching thing about him was his afro hairstyle.
Another student's mentor sat in the front row.
Herland only then realized that there were not many real spellcaster apprentices in the classroom that could seat two to three hundred people. Most of the people present were rogue mages who wore strange clothes.
This made the dozen or so spellcaster apprentices in the classroom suffer greatly.
They had thought that the principal would be personally teaching this lesson, but it was not just the principal. Even their dean, homeroom teacher, and all the teachers were sitting next to them.
"Archbishop Selfless."
Sansa looked at the hunchbacked figure and did not know what to say.
When Selfless walked into the classroom, the entire classroom was empty. A spellcaster apprentice sitting at the front of the classroom seemed to recognize the archbishop of the Holy Kingdom.
The apprentice stood up in fear and wanted to give up his seat to Selfless, but Selfless only patted his shoulder and shook his head. Then he stood to the side with the help of his cane.
This was a class taught by one of the greatest Magicians in Noland, the Gray Cloak.
But the lineup of his students was a little too luxurious!
"The Gray Cloak is here."
Herland said in a voice that only he and Sansa could hear.
After a long wait, the grey-clothed man had finally arrived.
This wizard who held the position of Sage in Noland was dressed in a way that would make people frown.
Regardless of whether it was the dirty white robe or the few owl feathers on his head, he looked like a poor, wild Mage.
"Ahem, there was a mishap in the announcement. It seems that my first programming class was mixed up with this meeting. But it doesn't matter. Those who should be here are here, and those who shouldn't are here are here."
The Gray Cloak cleared his throat. His voice and temperament were definitely not the same as those dignified and wise archmages.
"I have gathered all of you here to announce one thing."
The grey-clothed man drew an inscription with his finger. An owl feather on his head suddenly flew up and wrote a line of words in midair.
"The Owl Pen Club is officially disbanded from today onwards!"
After this line of words appeared in the air, the spellcasters sitting in the classroom instantly became restless.
"Roursk's Pen Club has been going on for so many years, and the work of the Owl Courier Station has been running smoothly. What do you mean by suddenly disbanding the Pen Club?"
Soon, this news was questioned by others. All the spellcasters present were senior members of the Owl Pen Club.
The spellcaster who raised the question was Mentor Viper, who was kept at a distance by the apprentices.
"The communication in the Owl Pen Club has provided a lot of inspiration and experience for many of us in magic research. It doesn't seem appropriate to suddenly announce the disbandment of Roursk."
"Bullsh * t, Viper, don't think I don't know! You pretended to be a sissy in the letter to deceive the feelings of young Spell Casters! I've already condemned your vicious face in several letters. Also, that old man who uses fire, can't you write something that you own in every letter? All the alchemy recipes are for making unstable explosives! "
As the most senior member of the Owl Pen Friends Club, the man in gray revealed the nature of the Pen Friends Club in a few words.
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