Chapter 565
“I just came. Aren’t you more deaf than that?”
“sorry. He must have been too tired to hear.”
“Oops. You should take good care of your health.”
Professor Verdus lightly admonished Lee Han.
“I can’t help it because there are so many lectures.”
“okay?”
“I wonder if the professor could reduce the assignments. Wouldn’t that be health care?”
“uh. That doesn’t work.”
Lee Han smiled calmly as if he hadn’t expected it.
“So what are you doing?”
“ah. that’s right. Originally, I was going to ask you to prepare for the final exam.”
Professor Verdus opened his mouth as if he had remembered.
“But Professor Garcia is telling me not to do it!”
“Oh no!”
“Isn’t that strange, really?”
“okay!”
“yes!”
Professor Verdus grumbled.
“I wasn’t like that when I was a student. Professor Garcia has changed too.”
“Oh no!”
“So that’s what I mean.”
“okay!”
“huh?”
‘Oops.’
Lee Han repeatedly answered “That’s right” and “That’s right” before realizing that he was one beat faster.
Fortunately, the dull Professor Verdus didn’t notice.
“Can you convince Professor Garcia? Professor Garcia listens to you.”
“Oh no!”
“okay. Please.”
“I will try, but Professor Garcia is a strict person, so there is no guarantee that he will listen to me.”
‘I should never say that.’
Lee Han had no intention of persuading Professor Garcia.
Who is it that persuades you to be good?
“Well, Professor Garcia is strict.”
“okay.”
“He broke the artifact force field with his fist.”
“Oops! …No, what the hell did you do? Did you get hit with a fist?”
“Because I didn’t do anything!”
Professor Verdus grumbled and pulled out a pouch from his pocket. Inside the heavy-looking pouch came the familiar jingling. It was a beautiful sound made only when silver and gold coins collided.
“I’ve been selling artifacts and changing them.”
“What is this?”
“uh? You said that in the punishment room. Have you already forgotten?”
Professor Verdus looked at Lee Han’s intelligence with concern.
“…Wait a minute, is this a test preparation fee?”
Senior Kettle, a graduate, grabbed Professor Verdus by the collar and made him swear for the rights of his juniors.
Don’t force work, pay the price when you do it…
“Yeah.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I sold some artifacts.”
“No… uh… can I sell it?”
Lee Han hesitated.
I liked the gold and silver coins, but I wondered if I could really sell them.
At those words, Professor Verdus also hesitated.
“uh. Was it not possible to sell it? wait for a sec.”
“……”
“Coming to think of it, it seems that Gonadaltes told me not to sell it.”
“Oops.”
“But can you not get caught?”
“okay.”
Lee Han nodded.
I was surprised, but when I thought about it, Professor Verdus was right.
And even if he found out, Professor Verdus would be arrested. What does Lee Han have to do with it?
‘The principal will take care of it.’
“Then Professor. If I help prepare for the final exam, will this cute and lovely silver coin pouch become mine?”
“Wardanaz. You feel bad.”
Professor Verdus looked at Lee Han in disgust.
Sometimes among artisans, there are people who give names to artifacts and talk to them lovingly, but Professor Verdus wasn’t that type.
“All right. You’re giving it to me anyway, right?”
“But Professor Garcia said no? I like listening to Professor Garcia.”
‘What the hell did he do?’
Lee Han became curious about how Professor Garcia persuaded Professor Verdus.
“I will try to convince you one more time.”
“Then please.”
Professor Verdus pulled out a dagger from his bosom. Judging by the complex magical structure, it was an artifact with more than one enchantment.
“Take this.”
“oh. thank you.”
Lee Han was slightly surprised by Professor Verdus’ present.
Thanks to senior Kettle, it seemed that Professor Verdus had become more generous.
Not just a money bag, but a gift like this just for giving?
“Tell the students to make this today.”
“…professor. You should come to the classroom. And doing this is another thing.”
“what!? really!?”
* * *
“Isn’t freshman’s final exam a bit boring?”
Koholti visited Professor Mortum’s workshop and was puzzled when he saw the final exam questions.
Originally, the final exam for the first year was to involve various and complex black magic such as undead summoning bone/poison/dark element curse.
It was a test that also served as a test to test the skills of new students who would start walking the path of black magic in earnest in their sophomore year, and to solidify their determination for the last time.
However, the test was too trivial.
There was even a thick wad of paper piled up on the desk behind Professor Mortum. Looking at the question written above, it was clear that it was a test question.
Choose a creature that lives in the undead world…
Of course, this could be called a test, but it was true that it was boring.
Koholti wondered why he had these problems.
Professor Mortum played with the quill and replied with a chuckle.
“Sounds like that when I almost blew the roots of the pillars of the school during the last midterm exam?”
“……”
“……”
The dark magic school students in the studio lowered their heads, blushing.
Some looked at Koholti with resentment.
‘Why did you bring up such a topic?’
‘Isn’t the senior not aware?’
“…sorry.”
“Coke. And you said something like that while making a junior beg for reagents?”
“I’m really sorry!!!”
Koholti threw away all the dignity of a 4th grader and lowered her stance.
Even for a 4th grader, this was a mistake that would inevitably cost her face.
“I just need to know. Help with your problem.”
“Yes…”
The fourth-year student, ashamed of his past, sat down at the table and mixed the poison.
“Ankle grabber poison?”
“yes.”
It was a relatively peaceful poison that slowed down his steps.
Koholti completed the combination of poisons in one motion.
“What next?”
“The bone flesh is poison.”
It was a powerful poison that forcibly stimulated the regeneration of bones, rendering parts of the body close to destruction.
Koholti completed the poison with two operations and one reagent addition.
“next?”
“It is the red poison of Ahrak.”
Ahrak was one of the warlocks of the Empire who was famous for his poison.
Although he could not overcome the poison he had created and turned into a handful of blood and faced a tragic end, there were still many black magicians who respected Ahrak.
Koholti grunted and carefully swung her wand. Ahrak’s red poison could bleed from its eyes, nose, ears and mouth for a week if made incorrectly.
“done. … wait for a sec. Why are you making this? Why are you using this for the final exam?”
It was only then that the kholti I was making felt strange.
After finishing the work inside, Diret came out and explained instead.
“It’s not for final exams, it’s for today’s lecture. I have to teach you about poison magic, but there are juniors with strong resistance.”
“ah. Did you have a half-giant junior?”
One of the students opened his mouth as if he remembered.
“The Black Tortoise Tower, right? Whoops. It went very well.”
“hey. Don’t pass on your fight to your juniors.”
Diete gave a light warning.
Even if it rains from the sky, each tower students say, ‘It’s raining because of those blue dragon tower guys!’ ‘No, it’s raining because of the White Tiger Tower guys’ experiments!’ ‘Everyone is wrong, Black Turtle Tower…’
And that didn’t change much even as the years passed and the grades went up.
There was no way that each of the top students, who were united with a competitive spirit, would compete with their juniors. The mixed-race giant was a very reliable force.
“And I’m not a kid who likes to fight.”
“It can’t be. Where is the half-blood giant who hates fighting?”
“Since you learn black magic, I will dig up the graveyard and eat the corpses.”
“No… that’s not the case…”
The junior who heard what Diret said made him feel very unfair.
“I only dug up cemeteries and stole corpses, but I never ate them. Not even a ghoul.”
“That’s not the point… it’s not. done. Anyway, don’t say useless things to your juniors. From next year, you guys will be so busy that it’s hard to see you, so I’m really worried.”
“oh. Seniors. Are you going to be promoted to fifth grade?”
“okay. I have decided.”
Diret said in a slightly weary voice.
In Einrogard, there were quite a few students who finished their studies in the 2nd or 3rd year depending on personal circumstances, but those who wanted to seriously explore the study of magic as magicians usually finished by the 4th year.
After completing the 4th grade, they are now pioneering their own path with the wisdom and knowledge they have accumulated.
But some of them, unfortunate, or more hungry for wisdom and knowledge than others, would go up to the fifth grade.
It is to pursue a higher realm together by helping the teachers in their work.
Of course, it was not an easy choice.
It’s because I’m terribly busy enough to feel nauseated even in 4th grade right now.
Most of the active activities in the school of Einrogard were until the 3rd year, and the 4th year was busy concentrating on magic ahead of graduation.
If the 4th grade is like this, how painful and terrible will the 5th grade be?
And what was more difficult than that was non-magical things.
It was because the 5th grade was now close to the traditional concept of the enemy.
Before the Empire’s magic schools had a collective education system, the wizards of the continent had passed on their knowledge in a much more primitive way of education.
The one-on-one master teacher method that often appears in fairy tales between an eccentric teacher and a pitiful disciple was this old method.
Of course, this approach had many side effects. I could tell just by looking at the number of disciples who killed their master right away. The higher the realm of magicians, the higher their personality is in inverse proportion.
However, the 5th grade of Einrogard reminded me of the old concept that had disappeared, the former enemy.
As can be seen from the professor asking only qualified students to go up to the 5th grade, the expression that these 5th graders are the enemy students is definitely appropriate.
“Are you all right?”
“Professor will make you work a lot!”
“Coke. Coke.”
Enemy pre-disciples usually had to do a lot of things.
Managing the professor’s other students is one of the easiest things.
So far, researching new magic in a different dimension, presenting papers to Imperial academic circles (and making presentation materials), requesting funding, managing research funds, and participating in external presentations… If someone like Professor Verdus is your teacher
, It will be a hell of hell.
“Professor Mortum is fine.”
“thanks. Diet.”
Professor Mortum glared at the other students. They were ignorant of grace.
“And I’m more worried about magic research than the professor’s work. You may not be able to see your face all year round.”
“We will find you!”
“Collock Coke.”
Professor Mortum coughed in embarrassment.
“Are you seriously calling that cheering?”
“it’s okay. everyone. stop worrying about me All I want to say is I’m worried about you guys. When my juniors come in, I treat them well. Even if it’s another tower, don’t bother.”
“And don’t be bullied by your juniors.”
Koholti added a horse. Upon hearing this, the students tilted their heads, wondering what he was talking about.
‘What are you talking about?’
“The Koholti is… true. Is < Ahrak's Red Poison > done?”
“for a moment. Senior Diet. I almost forgot, but < Ahrak's Red Poison > will be too vicious no matter how half-giant. Wouldn’t another poison be better?”
“You don’t have to worry. The poison I give to Ymirg is bone flesh poison.”
“ah. okay.”
The student who sat down after answering suddenly stopped.
‘what?’
So, who are you trying to feed < Ahrak's Red Poison > to?
