"Are we going back to Rodu now?" Outside Chaos School, George took a glance back at Chaos School before turning to Abbott with a dejected expression.
"After what happened, we have to leave right away. Master Crassus might be willing to reason with us on account of our relationship with the Magus Tower, but her other master has never been a reasonable person. If we don't leave now, we'll never be able to leave." Abbott nodded with a grave expression. He took a glance at Hank, who was being helped into a horse-drawn carriage by his companions, and also got into the carriage.
Next time I come here, I'll definitely become more powerful, then defeat you and pay you back for all of the humiliation I've suffered today! George thought to himself as he also climbed into a horse-drawn carriage. The 10 horse-drawn carriages with the insignia of the Magus Tower quickly departed from Chaos School, heading toward the northern part of the city.
The horse-drawn carriages drove out of the city gates of Chaos City. Less than a day had passed since they had arrived the day before. They had arrived in high spirits, but now they were leaving in a rather dejected state.
The horse-drawn carriages traveled for close to 10 kilometers, and were traveling through a forest when one of the horse-drawn carriages suddenly stopped, creating quite a commotion.
"What's going on?" Abbott asked as he lifted the curtain of the first horse-drawn carriage.
"He …" The coachman pointed into the carriage and tried to say something.
"I'm not going back. I'll be a useless piece of trash anyway, and Master won't want to see me again." Hank crawled out of the carriage, and his hands failed to support himself as he tumbled out of the carriage.
"Hank!" Two young men stood up in the carriage and tried to help him up.
"Don't worry about me! From this day forth, I'm no longer the same as you two. You're both prodigies, while I'm just a piece of trash who can no longer cultivate magic! " Hank rolled on the ground, and his body was covered in dirt and fallen leaves. He raised his head and roared at the two young men with a heart-wrenching expression. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and his expression was filled with despair.
The two young men stopped in their tracks and looked at Hank with complex expressions before turning to Abbott with a pleading expression.
"Have you made up your mind?" Abbott asked. Hank was Brent's most prized disciple, and he was considered to be one of the most talented young disciples of the Magus Tower. No one would be able to accept something like this.
"Yes." Hank nodded at Abbott with bloodshot eyes, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Don't worry, I'll live on. I'll find a way to cultivate magic again and come back for revenge!"
Abbott looked at Hank in silence for a while before nodding. "Alright, you can go now."
Hank took another deep look at the youths in the carriage. He gritted his teeth and stood up with the support of a nearby tree. He staggered into the forest and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Let's continue, speed up!" Abbott withdrew his gaze and said loudly. The carriage curtains were lowered, and the caravan continued forward.
George turned to Abbott with a concerned expression, and asked, "Hank might be in danger if he leaves like this, right?"
"If he doesn't leave and returns to the Magus Tower, he may die. Some things have to be shouldered by someone, and a piece of trash who can't cultivate magic has already lost all of his value," Abbott said calmly.
George opened his mouth, and suddenly understood what Abbott meant. He clenched his fists, and fell silent for a while before asking, "Can he find a way to cultivate magic again?"
Abbott shook his head, and said, "I've never heard of anyone being able to cultivate magic again after suffering brain damage. Unless he's a demonic cultivator."
"Alright." George nodded with a disappointed expression. He lifted the curtains to look at the scenery outside.
They were still discussing how they were going to have fun in Chaos City for a few days after winning the competition. Who would've thought that they would have to go back in such a hurry? Furthermore, Hank, who had been the most excited, had been crippled, and would never be able to cultivate magic again.
As for becoming a demonic cultivator? That was something that all magic casters despised. No one wanted to become a half-human, half-ghost, and even lose their soul forever.
George didn't believe that Hank would do something like that. He had once been such a proud person.
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After the competition concluded, all of the students were led back to class by the teachers. However, judging from their excited expressions, they most likely wouldn't be able to pay attention to their classes today.
Meanwhile, Amy received a day off from the Crassus as a reward for defeating two opponents today.
"Goodbye, Teacher Crassus." Amy waved at Crassus at the entrance of the venue.
"Goodbye, Little Amy." Crassus stood beside Novan and waved at Amy with a smile. He looked on as Meg left with Amy, and only then did he turn to Novan with a smile, and ask, "Why did you keep me here?"
"It's nothing important. I just wanted to ask when you're going to fulfill your promise. I'm going to hold a meeting with all of the teachers of the Magic Academy, and I want you to come with me to discuss opening a melee magic class in the Magic Academy," Novan said with a smile.
"You're trying to strike while the iron is hot, aren't you? Aren't you worried that all of the students of the Magic Academy will learn melee magic instead of long-range magic in the future?" Crassus asked with a smile.
"What's there to worry about? I've always advocated for respecting the students' choices. Besides, Student Amy displayed both her melee magic and long-range magic today. It's up to them to choose what they want. The Magic Academy only needs to teach them well. If they don't suit them, they'll naturally choose something that suits them better," Novan said calmly.
Crassus looked deeply into Novan's eyes, and nodded as he said, "Alright, but I'll still say the same thing. I can teach your students, but they're not my disciples. I only have one disciple, and that's little Amy."
"They'll only call you teacher. They're not your disciples, they're your students." Novan nodded.
"Students? I like that title. "Crassus chuckled.
"But you said that you'll have nothing to do with the Magus Tower from today onward. Are you serious?" Novan looked at Crassus with a curious expression.
"Of course. I said that in front of so many people. Do you think I'm going to take it back?" Crassus pursed his lips. He looked up at the sky in the north, and a forlorn expression appeared on his face as he said, "The Magus Tower is no longer the Magus Tower of the past. I've already asked Arthur to move everything here, so it's fine if we don't have anything to do with it. Richard should be very happy this time."
"Chaos School welcomes you." Novan extended a hand toward Crassus with a smile.
Crassus looked away, and narrowed his eyes as he looked at Novan with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "Did you already plan to drag me into your trap?"
"Didn't I already invite you 20 years ago? It's just that you turned me down. Otherwise, you would be the principal of Chaos School now," Novan replied with an honest expression.
"Looks like I made a wise decision 20 years ago." Crassus shook Novan's hand, and the two of them burst into laughter at the same time.
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"Young Master, didn't you say that you were going to Amy's this afternoon? Can you go out now? "Yngwie stood outside the door with a resigned expression.
"Just wait for me for half an hour. I'm going to change, so don't be in such a hurry." Blour's lazy voice sounded from within the room.
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