Two days later.
The Prophet held a few books in her arms as she walked in the Roursk Higher Magic Academy. Her four apprentices followed behind her.
She had just finished the 'programming' class taught by Prince Josiah himself. It was rare for her to have free time in the afternoon to study other subjects.
After coming to Noland, the Prophet absorbed all the human knowledge in the field of magic with a far higher efficiency than a sponge.
Whether it was inscription, alchemy, or magic machinery, the Prophet treated them as the main course to study.
Compared to the Prophet's diligence, her four apprentices were much more undisciplined.
"As expected, Miss Luvita won the final championship …"
"After all, that nun named Lia didn't perform well in the last round."
The Prophet's apprentices were discussing the topic of the Chanter of the World. Hearing this, the Prophet stopped and looked at a building called the Alchemy Hall. Through the building's window, a large lecture hall that could accommodate thousands of people was filled with students.
However, the students weren't there to listen to a teacher's lecture. They were there for a magic machinery called 'TV' installed in the lecture hall.
"It's already full! Lysa, it's all because your potion class is too long. "
"Who knew that the professor wouldn't stop once he started talking! This time, I snuck out. "
The Prophet's four apprentices stopped in front of the Alchemy Hall's lecture hall and looked at the scenery inside through the window. The half-blood girl named Lysa said as she stole a glance at the Prophet who was holding a book beside her.
"Don't be too immersed in the magic machinery created by Prince Josiah."
The Prophet stood at the side and stared at her four apprentices. Originally, the Prophet watched the TV and the magic net were products created by Prince Josiah.
So as a subordinate, she had no reason to prohibit her apprentices from watching TV or restricting them from using the magic net.
But today, the Prophet couldn't take it anymore.
The harsh environment in the Demon Realm trained her apprentices to be hardworking. But after coming to Noland, this hardworking spirit had long been eroded by the comfortable living environment in Noland!
"Teacher, haven't we already finished our lessons for today?" Lysa began to plead with the Prophet.
"The end of the class doesn't mean the end of the study. You still have to prepare for the alchemy workshop tomorrow. More importantly …" The Prophet glanced at the lecture hall in the Alchemy Hall.
She wondered how many of the students sitting there had snuck out like her student Lyssa.
This indirectly showed how popular the 'television' was among young spellcasters in Noland.
"Don't be like those humans, running away from the academy instructors' lessons just to watch the Voice of Noland," the Prophet said.
"Teacher, don't worry. I only escaped after I confirmed that the lessons taught by those human teachers had nothing to do with us."
"I'm not worried about the efficiency of your knowledge acquisition."
The Prophet turned his head and looked at the most magnificent building in Roursk Higher Magic Academy, which was the observation tower in the center.
The top floor of the observation tower was where the dean's office was located.
"But what you are doing will anger some troublesome existences."
"Trouble … are you referring to the Noland Sages?"
The half-blood girl Lysa immediately understood what the Prophet was worried about.
"Lysa is right. Listen up, this city isn't the territory of our race. Although we are under the protection of the 'public opinion' established by His Highness Josiah, the true masters of this city are the Sages of Noland. If the Sages think that everything created by His Highness Josiah is' harmful ', then we will have to say goodbye to this knowledge."
The Prophet said as she raised a few books in her arms. The names of the books were enough to confuse her apprentices.
Although the Prophet was a freshman in an advanced magic academy, the lessons she studied were comparable to those of the Sages.
"Teacher, I heard that one of the Seven Sages in yellow came to the academy a few days ago. It seems that it's because of him that the television in the magic arena was dismantled."
"I think His Highness Josiah should have noticed it already."
Lysa's opinion was more optimistic, but the Prophet did not think so.
"I need to confirm with His Highness Josiah."
The Prophet was still worried. She opened the interface of the Mana Net and sent a message to Josiah. The content of the message was, 'I hope to meet with Josiah in a secret place.'
Josiah quickly replied to the Prophet, and the agreed location was Josiah's residence, the Hearthstone Tavern.
Not long after she received Josiah's message, a spellcaster holding a large number of scrolls passed by them.
The Prophet's apprentices were still chatting about some useless daily matters, but the Prophet's sharp eyes were attracted by the scrolls in the spellcaster's hands.
"Teacher, where are you going?"
Lysa noticed that her teacher had suddenly followed a spellcaster she didn't know. The Prophet did not answer her apprentice, only silently following behind the spellcaster.
The spellcaster walked all the way to the fountain square in the middle of the academy. There was a notice board at the edge of the square, and there were a bunch of notices or inquiries pasted on it. As time passed, all the papers turned into waste paper.
The scroll in the spellcaster's arms floated in mid-air under the influence of magic. The scroll was unfolded and pasted on the notice board.
The size of the scroll was comparable to a detailed map of Noland, but there were no pictures on it. There were only headache-inducing words.
"New … rules of the academy?"
The apprentices following behind the Prophet saw the title at the top of the scroll, and suddenly understood why the Prophet had followed them.
"The Wise Ones have begun to take practical actions."
The Prophet quickly skimmed through the contents of the academy's rules and roughly understood the new rules of Roursk High Magic Academy.
Apart from some changes in the regulations, the most eye-catching one was the introduction of the credit system, and the academy was actually preparing to introduce courses other than magic?
This … How is this possible!
"Teacher! You see … the students can form an organization called 'association'! If the results of the association are outstanding, they can even be rewarded by the academy. "
The half-blood girl Lysa's focus was completely different from the Prophet.
"In the future, there will not only be courses related to magic, but also courses like opera, economics, and performance. Hmm … I wonder if we can establish an opera association."
"Lysa, even if I really want to establish an association, I will not establish the opera association you mentioned." The Prophet interrupted his student's fantasy.
"Then … Teacher, what kind of organization do you plan to establish?"
After Lysa entered this academy, she relied on her ability to vaguely sense the existence of other demons in this academy.
Although she did not come into contact with those demons for the time being, it seemed like a good idea to establish an organization to accept those of the same race.
Since Lysa's most desired opera association couldn't be realized due to her teacher's authority, she could only listen to her teacher's suggestion.
The Prophet listened to his apprentice's slightly expectant question, pushed the wood-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said softly.
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