Angor's upcoming class in Ashillian Academy was like a gust of wind that blew into the peaceful alchemy circle.
Just like the image of Angor creating Ocean Rhyme. At first, there were no ripples, but as the wind blew by, ripples quickly formed and spread.
The speed of the news and the subsequent craze for taking Angor's class surprised some researchers who heard about it.
As the vice principal of Ashillian Academy, this was also the first time he saw such a large scale of students taking classes.
Moreover, the news spread from the alchemy circle to the outside world.
Most people were talking about the Rising Star Competition, but Angor's name never disappeared. Many people were curious about whether Angor made it to the next round. Now that Ashillian Academy released the news about Angor's class, it meant that Angor had returned to Floating Mech City. People who were curious about Angor, admired him, or even hated him, all wanted to find out more about him.
This was one of the reasons for the craze.
There were too many people taking classes, but Angor only offered 50 slots, just like the Water Witch. The vice principal had no choice but to ask Antonio to contact Angor and ask him to increase the number of slots.
However, he only asked another question, "Is 50 students a lot or a small number in a class held by researchers?"
Fifty slots were not the most for a researcher's class, but it was not a small number either. It was only slightly less than Dean Muse and Mushroom Witch's classes. However, those two usually did not teach alchemy, so even if they did not limit the number of students, not many people would come.
"If it's not a lot, then I won't increase it," Angor said. He even wanted to reduce the number of people.
Angor did not want to increase the number of slots, but there were too many people taking classes. Some of them were closely related to Ashillian, so the hostel had no choice but to do something behind the scenes. In the name of fairness, the hostel had already marked the price behind those who took classes.
Angor didn't mind it at all. He still felt a little pressured to teach classes, but he was only doing it to earn points. It was not like he was officially taking in a student, so it did not matter who came.
The chaos lasted for two days. The 50 slots were basically decided, but the chaos was still echoing in Floating Mech City.
However, Angor did not care about it right now.
The second round of the Rising Star Competition was about to begin.
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Knock knock knock —
Someone knocked on the window of the balcony.
He lifted his head from his desk and did not do anything. Instead, two phantom arms appeared behind him. One of them pulled open the curtains while the other pushed open the window.
As the window was opened, a small shadow rushed in.
The shadow gave off a pleasant scent and landed beside Angor's neck, where it rubbed its head against Angor's neck.
Angor looked down at Toby, who was covered in dust. The toby was crying in a pitiful manner, as if trying to arouse Angor's sympathy with its high-pitched voice.
"You heartless brat, I'm training you for your own good." At this moment, an annoyed female voice came from the side.
Angor turned around and saw Greya in her bright purple dress. She flew in through the window and landed on the chair across from Angor.
"This guy can control energy to keep the dust away, but he chose not to. He just wants you to see him like this." Greya pointed at Toby. Toby put on an innocent look and pretended that he did not understand Greya's words.
"I strongly suspect that Toby's behavior is also influenced by the Will of Utmost Resentment. So, I've decided to increase Toby's training from today onwards. "
Toby was pretending that he did not understand the language of the two-legged beasts. But as soon as he heard Greya's words, he could not help but let out a series of roars. He was clearly protesting against Greya's decision.
But Greya had already made up her mind, and Toby could not change her mind. It could only look at Angor and beg for mercy from the young master.
Angor gave Toby a sympathetic look and gently patted Toby's feathers. "It's for your own good." Toby looked at him expectantly, and Angor comforted him.
Toby cried again.
Angor's words were the same as Greya's, but one was playing the good cop, while the other was playing the bad cop. In the end, Toby had no choice but to accept it.
"Anything else?" Angor asked Greya with a puzzled look.
Greya pointed at the clock on the wall. "Don't tell me you forgot the time."
Angor looked at the clock and saw that it was eight in the morning. He pondered for a moment and put on a look of realization. "Oh, I almost forgot. Today's the second round of the new star competition."
He accepted the job as a judge for the new star competition. He only needed to attend ten matches, and he could choose which ones he wanted to judge. However, there were two matches that he had to attend.
They were today's preliminary round, and the final round at the end of the new star competition. He had to attend both of them. Besides, there were still many rumors about whether Angor had made it to the next round. If he showed up in the preliminary round today, he would be able to put an end to all the questions.
Angor put away the handbook on Transfiguration and prepared to wash up before heading to the Tower of Infinity.
With a wave of his hand, a water mirror appeared in the air.
Angor looked at his reflection. He had been practicing Transfiguration for many days, but thanks to the Cleanse spell, he still looked clean and tidy.
Although he didn't need to tidy himself up, Angor still decided to do it for personal etiquette.
What he meant by "tidying up" was nothing more than an illusion ripple on his body. Under the cover of the illusion, his slightly wrinkled gentleman's robe looked brand new again.
"I'm done," Angor said confidently.
Greya, who was watching the whole thing from the side, was speechless. This kind of tidying up is soulless! Furthermore, wasn't using illusions to cover it up the same as deceiving oneself and others?
Greya clicked her tongue and shook her head. "I always thought you were similar to your professor. But now I see that Sunders is more traditional than you when it comes to etiquette."
At least, Sunders wouldn't use illusions to cover up his manners.
With that, Greya took out a set of clothes.
It was a black gentleman's suit with a pure white lining, a dark-patterned bow tie, and a series of golden accessories, from a cane to a chest chain to a sleeve emblem.
"Is this … for me?"
Greya nodded. "Yes."
Angor didn't refuse. He already checked the clothes himself. They were made of good materials, but they weren't made from alchemy.
After putting them on, Angor noticed that there were dark green patterns on the black clothes.
It looked like a piece of jade under the night sky, which could only be seen from afar.
Angor's gentle aura seemed to be covered by a veil because of the clothes, which gave him an air of arrogance and indifference.
Greya watched as Angor put on the clothes. She couldn't help but feel nostalgic. "I prepared this for Huston, but I didn't give it to him in the end."
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