In the spacious classroom, two silhouettes stood in Silence.
"You … Are you here for class?"
Standing on the podium and looking at Adil who pushed open the door and entered, Seymour raised his head and asked with a hoarse voice.
After saying this, he fixed his gaze on Adil. Unknowingly, his eyes carried a bit of expectation.
Looking at this scene and feeling the other party's gaze, Adil nodded his head blankly, "Yes, isn't today's Potioneering class?"
In the distance, listening to Adil's words, Seymour went silent for a while, then said with a hoarse and gloomy voice, "No, you didn't come to the wrong place."
"It's time, come in for class …"
After saying this sentence, he no longer looked at Adil. He just silently turned around and took out some things from under his body.
Taking advantage of this gap, looking at Seymour who was on the podium, Adil secretly sighed.
This scene had been foreshadowed since a long time ago.
The difficulty of Potioneering was too high and the learning ability of the acolytes was too high. As the class progressed, there were fewer people who could catch up.
Before, because he was too focused, Adil didn't pay attention to it. However, thinking about it now, Adil suddenly realized that as early as the previous class, there were only a few acolytes who could catch up and come to class.
Now, there was only Adil left.
"Alright, let's begin."
In front, standing on the podium and looking at Adil, Seymour's eyes flashed with a trace of hope. He couldn't help but raise his spirits and started the class.
His classes had always been very serious. Even if there was only one student left, he wouldn't relax at all and instead became even more serious.
Listening to Seymour's class, Adil activated the A.I. Chip's assistance while listening attentively.
With his entire body and mind, coupled with the powerful assistance of the A.I. Chip, although it was very difficult for him to listen, he was still able to catch up and not fall behind too much.
As for the parts that he could not understand, the A.I. Chip would record them down and replay them over and over again to study them.
Very quickly, two hours passed. Standing on the podium, Seymour looked at Adil and quickly explained the various knowledge points.
Perhaps it was because Adil was the only student in the class, but in order to let him understand better, every time he reached a difficult point, he would purposely stop and slow down so that Adil could listen more clearly.
"Alright, let's end this lesson here."
He didn't know how long he had been lecturing, but when the sky outside began to darken, he finally stopped.
"If you have any other questions, you can ask them now."
Looking at Adil, Seymour said.
Hearing this, Adil was stunned at first, but he quickly reacted.
Of course, he wouldn't let go of this opportunity. He simply walked up and asked, "Sir, may I ask about the refinement of the bloodline potion? How can the blood of different creatures be removed during the refinement process?"
"This is a very complicated question …"
Hearing Adil's question, Seymour nodded inwardly. His expression gradually became serious and he began to answer Adil's questions seriously.
Time passed very quickly in the tutoring session.
Seymour didn't take the initiative to say when he would be leaving, so Adil naturally had to make good use of this opportunity.
In one breath, he asked all of the questions that he had when he was learning Pharmaceutics in the past. Like a sponge, he actively absorbed knowledge.
Hearing these questions, Seymour didn't reveal any impatient expression. Instead, he patiently helped Adil dispel his doubts.
Unknowingly, a long time passed. When the sky outside had completely darkened, only then did Adil wake up.
"I'm sorry for disturbing Sir for such a long time."
He looked at Seymour apologetically, "It's getting late, I'll be leaving first."
Hearing this, Seymour nodded his head and waved his hand, indicating for him to leave.
Feeling the other party's intention, Adil let out a sigh of relief. He immediately stood up and walked towards the door.
When he reached the door, behind him, Seymour's hoarse voice sounded again.
"In the future, just call me teacher."
Standing in front of the door, Adil was startled and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.
"Yes, Teacher Seymour."
He quickly reacted and turned around to Seymour, who was behind him, and performed a very old-looking etiquette.
This was the etiquette performed by the Ancient Sith nobles to those who respected them. Although he didn't know if it was correct to use it here, at least he could express his sincerity.
After performing the etiquette, Adil looked at Seymour who was far away and nodded his head. Only then did he leave with a respectful expression on his face.
Standing on the podium, Seymour silently sent Adil off. Thinking about Adil's performance in the past few months, a trace of gratification flashed past Seymour's eyes.
"How many years has it been …"
Standing on the spot, he turned around and looked at the sky that had already darkened. He couldn't help but let out a sigh.
After becoming an official Magus for so many years, he couldn't remember how many years it had been since he last saw an outstanding acolyte like Adil.
The inheritance of Potioneering was actually very difficult.
Many acolytes yearned to concoct Potions, but they might not have the talent for it.
The inheritance of a Magus was usually very divergent. Although it was the same Potioneering, because of the different schools of inheritance, different Magi would have different methods, as well as different areas of expertise.
Because of the difficulty of learning Potioneering, many Potioneering inheritances were actually very difficult to pass down. It was very difficult to find a suitable person to inherit and learn from.
Even an official Magus like Seymour, after seeing Adil's outstanding talent, couldn't help but have the thought of taking him in as a student.
… …
"Teacher … This form of address seems to be somewhat similar to those Magus schools. Could it be that Teacher Seymour is a Magus from a school?"
Walking on the wide road, thinking about the scene from earlier, Adil had this thought.
On this continent, other than organizations like academies, there were also various large and small guilds.
These guilds often passed down some unique knowledge and spells. Usually, they were passed down in the form of a teacher and apprentice. Compared to the Magi in academies, although there were fewer people, the relationship between them was much closer.
However, because they didn't communicate with outsiders, in addition to the fact that their inheritances were lost and so on, the strength of many Magi from these guilds were not very strong. Very few official Magi appeared.
"Thinking about it, it seems very normal."
Walking on the road, Adil thought to himself, "Compared to a large-scale organization like an academy that has a large amount of resources and a complete system, although independent Magi have unique inheritances, they are too inferior in other aspects. It is very normal for them to join an academy."
"With Teacher Seymour's strength as an official Magus and his attainments in Potioneering, no academy would reject him. They would invite him to join them with the most favorable conditions."
Thinking to this point, Adil faintly understood, "Uralto College is most famous for Shadow Magic and Magic Tool Concoction. The inheritance of Potioneering is actually somewhat lacking. Therefore, after Teacher Seymour joined us, the higher-ups of the academy began to promote Potioneering without restraint. The reason is to nurture the academy's own Potioneering talents and fill in the gaps in this area. "
"I have already displayed an extremely good talent in Potioneering. As long as I maintain this, I might be able to enter the eyes of the higher-ups of the academy and obtain a certain amount of support."
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