Chapter 155
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Upon hearing the words of the gray-robed man, the Spell Caster apprentices who were sitting in the last row collectively entered a state of collapse.
They did not expect that the usually prestigious, even dangerous mentors would have such strange hobbies in private.
"Even if there are many non-academic discussions in the Owl Pen Friends Club, this is the purpose of the club's existence …"
The man in gray tore apart the glamorous cover of the Owl Pen Friends Club, reminding everyone that although the club was in the name of 'magic research', it was actually a group of mages gathered together to talk about things they did not dare to talk about in real life.
"Of course, the purpose of the Owl Pen Friends Club is to communicate on this topic, which is far more relaxing than the 'Sage Meeting' that the white-robed old man held."
As the founder of the Owl Pen Friends Club, the man in gray could not deny the contributions that the Owl Pen Friends Club had brought over the years.
"Then why did you disband the Owl Pen Friends Club?"
New questions were constantly raised. Some of the most restless spellcasters in Noland were gathered here, facing the heated discussion in the classroom.
The man in gray could only use a more forceful and direct method to calm them down.
He used magic to directly condense everything he saw before his eyes, and a window made of pure white light appeared in front of the man in gray.
The owl feather controlled by the Inscription of Order erased the words' Owl Pen Friends Club 'at the top of the classroom and replaced it with a new paragraph.
Spellcaster forum.
"This is why I disband."
The voice of the man in gray echoed clearly in the ears of every spellcaster.
This morning, the grey-robed man received a letter from an owl. The content of the letter was simple. It was just to 'crush that proto-crystal'. It was signed by the Chaos Demon that he met at the World Expo.
After spending more than an hour to understand the function of the spellcaster forum, the man in gray wrote a letter and gathered all the members of the Owl Pen Friends Club for a final meeting.
"This is the holy light system … Divine Admonition?"
A few spellcasters thought of similar spells, which used magic to communicate with each other.
"Divine Admonition? This thing is much more powerful than the Divine Remonstrance, far greater than any magic so far. Even those forbidden spells that control wars are not comparable to it. "
The man in gray had already clicked into a section called 'Magic Research' in the spellcaster forum. There were only three posts in it.
One of the posts was titled 'On How to Build a Communication Method That Surpasses Letters'.
"This … this is the content of the 257th discussion of the Owl Pen Club!"
Some of the Spell Casters recognized this familiar title. This was an issue written by the Gray-Robed One.
"In this topic, I've already stated the flaws in the letter transmission itself. The damage and loss of letters in the process of transmission … Every letter with a topic on it disappears is a great loss to us."
An old letter suddenly appeared in the hands of the grey-robed man.
This letter had been eroded by the rain and dust. Now, one could barely read the incomplete content written on it from the yellowed corner of the letter. It was' The 72nd meeting of the Owl Pen Club … '.
"But this brand-new communication method called 'Spellcaster Forum' will never have such a situation …"
The Gray-Robed man's gaze swept across everyone.
"You can continue to pretend to be girls in the forum to deceive those naive wizard apprentices, post some dangerous alchemy recipes, or mock someone's failed experiment! This is the brand-new communication method I've always hoped for. It could even be said to be a whole new world. "
As soon as the Gray-Robed man finished his speech, a new reply appeared under the post he showed.
The reply was from 'Scholar Belle', and the content was' Wait wait … Explain what's with pretending to be a girl? '
This new reply was seen by everyone in the room.
Especially the mentor named Viper, whose expression was so stiff that it looked like he was about to bare his fangs. The Spell Casters in the room kept looking around the classroom.
It was obvious that the person who asked this question must be one of the people in the room. Unfortunately, they could not find a corresponding person from the strange name 'Scholar Belle'.
"Sansa … Aren't you afraid that the mentor will continue to deduct your points for the anti-curse course?"
Herland immediately found the culprit and started typing on the virtual keyboard, trying to dissuade his friend from asking for trouble.
"Didn't the user agreement say that this is a world where everyone is equal? And no one knows who I am."
This was the only clause in the agreement that Sansa had read.
"The agreement also said that posting dangerous comments or insulting others will permanently deprive you of the right to log into the Weave. Who knows, your reputation in the real world might also be affected."
Although Herland had not known Josiah for a long time, since this was something Josiah had created, the Chaos demon would definitely hold onto the rights to control this world.
To humans, in this virtual Weave world, everyone was indeed equal, but this equality did not apply to the god who created this world.
Sansa's reply was rather ridiculous, and it directly told everyone in the room that the discussions in the Spellcaster Forum were real-time!
There was no need to send out a letter like the Owl Pen Club and receive a new reply after a month or half a year.
In the Spellcaster Forum, it only took a few minutes to get a new reply.
"Alright, is there anyone else who has any objections? Even if there are objections, the Owl Pen Club should be disbanded. It's time to give my old buddies a break and let them rest. "
With the appearance of the Spellcaster Forum, the existence of the Owl Pen Club was meaningless.
The Gray Robe let out a sigh. Just like how carriages would eventually be replaced by magic-powered vehicles, letters would one day become an ancient thing.
Just as the Gray Robe let out a sigh, a new post suddenly popped up in the forum.
'Owl's Pen Pal Club sign-in post.' Poster: The Relayer of Fire
When the seated Spellcasters saw the post, they all stood up silently.
"Rursk, after talking for so long, you still haven't told us how to use this forum."
"Wait …"
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