Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 787
The person of interest second place in the third grade decided to meet with Leonard later.
After that day the daily life of the school went smoothly as if Leonard was really using his strength.
The first class of the Northern Duke of Jin in question was also conducted. The students gathered at the outdoor training ground wearing gym uniforms that looked like military uniforms that they had been issued earlier.
Jin who appeared at the lecture hall wearing sunglasses shouted while hitting the palm of the other hand with a baton.
“I’ll start with the basics before learning Jangsonggi. In this first lesson I’ll measure your capabilities as a summoner!”
Students measured several skills.
How many undead can be controlled at once.
How far can the undead’s thought contact be maintained.
And how elaborate the undead can be.
After the measurement Jin taught students how to improve their abilities according to their level.
‘You seem to be doing well in class but…’
Simon couldn’t take his eyes off Jin because of his anxiety. He feels like he is looking at a child left on the water’s edge.
In particular he was worried that he would hit the back of the students’ heads with the baton he was holding in his hand at any moment as he had done to himself in the north.
Those students put on baggy gym clothes and make them run so they look like that but in reality most of them are enormous giants like the heirs of high-ranking nobles and the daughters of the Minister of Home Affairs. If you hit it it’s a diplomatic dispute.
“It’s a new student record for Poetry Simon!”
The assistant made a fuss while holding the briefcase.
Simon kept his eyes fixed on Jin and with a rough wave of his hand passed the armor through the rings or obstacles. While the other students struggled through the second stage Simon had already passed the turning point.
The students who started measuring from the same starting point laughed bitterly.
‘I know it’s at the top of the Skeleton Restorer but why aren’t you looking ahead?’
‘I’m not lucky but I’m good.’
No matter what others think Simon was busy watching Jin with a worried heart. She flinched when she hit a student on the neck with her baton but luckily she just corrected her posture.
The next process is training to measure the distance of thoughts. Standing on the starting line I sent the ghoul as far as possible without using any other black magic and measured the record.
In the middle of the track everyone was struggling because the ghoul didn’t advance but Simon sent the ghoul over twice as far.
The results of training in the vast north were coming out. It was indeed a great development.
‘No way Archduke!’
All of Simon’s nerves were still focused on Jin.
“Go all the way down!”
In the end she who could not hide her true color began to pamper the students who showed unsatisfactory performance. The students were in the midst of whining and being teased but their eyes were shining nonetheless.
“Is there a reason why the professor makes you do this?”
“of course.”
The students finished their tricks and walked out and started measuring the distance again.
Then he reacted in surprise.
“Real numbers have increased! I guess this helps!”
“As expected the Grand Duke of the North! There’s a reason for everything!”
The rumor spread among the students and it became a surprise fad to do push-ups and relax before the measurement.
Solving the problem in such a foolish way Simon was a little bewildered.
‘…As expected people are famous and should be seen.’
Due to the enormous halo of being the Grand Duke of North Korea the students reached the point where they were convinced even if they had doubts.
In the first place except for the fact that I was given a sense of humor the class itself was flawless and perfect.
For the time being it seemed that we could get over it safely.
“How are you?”
While tutoring the students Jin approached and poked Simon on the shoulder and smiled.
Simon smiled and shrugged.
“You’re amazing too.”
“This is the basics.”
and a bit further away.
Hector was watching as the two of them were joking friendly.
* * *
More than three weeks have passed since school started.
Following Dead Armor which was acquired to learn the concept of undead armor Lake Devil to study subordinate rune words and Black Gargoyle to learn the concept of magical alteration.
Certainly compared to the first semester I felt that the class difficulty had risen dramatically.
Preparation and review are essential not optional. In particular if you did not master the advanced course through review you would have problems taking the next class. Everyone stayed up all night studying in the dormitory.
and today.
“It’s finally today!”
Aaron announced the first class of Death Knight. The students showed up in the classroom one by one with solemn faces rather than excitement.
“Ugh I couldn’t sleep at all last night.”
Toto seated next to Simon muttered rubbing his eyes. Simon smiled mischievously.
“He slept well when he rode my golem board.”
“Mi-I’m sorry Simon! All of a sudden I was sleepy at that time…”
Eshu who approached with a warm greeting said as he unpacked his luggage.
“Everyone did a thorough review right? From now on if you stumble even once the Death Knight will go right over the water!”
Eshu turned his head and gestured to Lorraine.
“Lorraine! The three key elements of the Dead Armor formula!”
Lorraine replied running her black hair.
“Inherent Forces Parametric Transformations and Load Balancing.”
“Great!”
Eshu pretended to wipe away tears with a thrilled expression.
“Lorraine-sama who hated studying so much ended up here! As a classmate in the department I am deeply moved!”
“Everyone is studying but I can’t just play.”
That’s what he said but Lorraine’s attitude towards class has definitely changed since the second semester.
Even in the first semester he was somewhat depressed or weak because his ability was sealed by Nephthys but after feeling the results throughout this vacation his class attitude improved greatly.
Ruby-like red pupils turned to Simon.
“And I can’t keep falling behind Simon.”
Simon smiled and scratched the back of his head.
“I wonder if there is someone at this school who can use the expression that you are behind.”
“Oh are you talking about me?”
I thought I could hear a rustling voice and Serene was walking gracefully waving her hand.
Toto was reflexively nervous and Eshu greeted him happily but tension coexisted in his eyes.
“….”
Lorraine was just blunt. However he did not shoot as usual.
“Whoops.”
Cerne sat down behind Simon as if it were her reserved seat and put her hands under her chin like a calyx.
Recently the composition between Lorraine and Serene was one in which after Simon resigned from the student council president position Lorraine was taking care of himself and Serne was a little more aggressive and gained the upper hand.
Lorraine looked at her just as if she had to say something.
“You didn’t come to Jangsonghak class yesterday did you?”
“It was painful. The cold wind pierced it so the fever flared up.”
Serene put her hand on her forehead and pretended to be sick. She would often miss classes or rest in the hospital ward because of her headache or dizziness.
No one could stop her from being sick who was only a student but in fact the current owner of the Ivory Tower. In addition Serene had no greed for grades or rank.
“Even if it’s not the case I went to say hello to Professor Jin about this a couple of days ago.”
Serene laughed softly.
“We also talked about exchanges and people sharing between the northern part and the Mage Tower. The northern part of Kalos freed from the influence of the North God is a land with infinite potential.”
“…Don’t talk about diplomacy at school.”
“That’s why you’re staying in Kizen? Why don’t you pay more attention to school diplomacy? To prevent something stupid like Simon’s student council president from happening again.”
“you…!”
The eyes of the two girls collided fiercely.
Only Simon who was always in the middle was dying while noticing and Eshu and Toto were making faces as if they were listening to people living in another world.
“The professor enters.”
At the words of the teaching assistant who entered the lecture room the students who had been scattered and chattering all rushed back to their seats.
Simon too regained his concentration as he felt the troublesome diplomatic dispute clearing away in his head.
okay.
The Death Knight class starts today.
“Looks like you’re looking forward to it Simon.”
Serene let out a soft voice and put her hand on Simon’s shoulder. Soon he moved his hand as if stroking it stroking his neck.
Simon rolled his eyes and glared at her.
“Serne.”
“I’m a little worried. This Death Knight class.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“No matter how great Professor Aaron is it’s realistically difficult to teach students how to make a Death Knight with only the progress we’ve made so far.”
Taking her hand off Simon’s neck she put her chin on her chin and smiled.
“How on earth are you going to teach us Death Knight? It must be fun to watch.”
This opinion was not unique to Serene.
Rumors that the 2nd year of the Summoning Department were preparing for the Death Knight had spread throughout the school. Students from other departments snorted saying it was absolutely impossible.
Even the 3rd year students of the Department of Summoning who lived in the same dormitory carefully guessed that it would be difficult.
-We also have kids who have just started making Death Knight the sophomores?
-In the second year you wouldn’t have learned the highest level formula and it would be difficult to pick a route.
There are so many words of concern so now an atmosphere of anxiety has been created among the classmates.
On the first day of the second semester Aaron turned the classroom upside down with an unconventional remark called Death Knight and it was good that he raised the morale and will of the students but if he didn’t take responsibility for what he said it could only have the opposite effect.
‘still.’
Simon trusted Aaron. Just now I saw Aaron entering the classroom with his teaching assistants.
It wasn’t a neat impression from the beginning but somehow it was more chapped than the first day of the second semester. She has dark circles and a thinner body. She looks like someone who has been up all night for over a month suffering quite a bit.
“I will skip attendance.”
Aaron put down the roll handed to him by the head assistant grabbed a piece of chalk and headed for the blackboard.
tadak-
widely-
In the lecture room surrounded by dead silence Aaron slowly wrote down letters with force on the tip of the chalk. It was the same as the death knight declaration he did in his first class so Simon felt his heart race.
chuck!
< Introduction to Death Knight >
Aaron dropped his chalk hand and looked back at the students.
“I know about the unrest in the school.
He swept his shaggy hair that covered one eye revealing his forehead and continued.
“I plan to put all of my career into this class.
yes!!
The students answered in unison. Aaron nodded and moved his chalk.
“Summoner’s flower. No it’s the death knight called the flower of the necromancer. As always I’ll start by pointing out the source of the death knight.”
He circled the Death Knight and drew two lines.
“If you want to know the origin you have to go back to the ‘age of knights and wizards.’ Ironically it was the ‘Empire’ that systematically trained and supported the necromancers who were hiding in the shadows and doing forbidden research. What did they do to the necromancer? Do you know what I wanted?”
Almost all students raised their hands.
Everyone seems to have been preparing for Death Knight. Aaron looked around her and pointed at a female student with a somewhat unexpected smile.
“This is Lorraine Akbold.”
she got up from her seat
“Resurrection of a dead knight. < Death Knight Project >.”
“That’s correct. Sit down.”
Loud and small applause rang out from everywhere. Simon clapped the hardest of all.
“At that time knights were ‘everything’. National power came from the quality and number of knights and the measure of power was how many knights you had. there was.”
Aaron grabbed one of the lines connected to the death knight on the blackboard pulled it all the way down and wrote ‘knight’.
“At the time it took an enormous amount of money and time to train a single knight. The nobles and the rich swallowed their saliva as they watched the knights trained for over 10 years from apprenticeships die in each war without sparing support. Seeing how necromancers make zombies and skeleton soldiers I thought it might be possible to resurrect knights as well.”
The students nodded in unison and began to take notes.
“But what I’ve talked about so far is actually similar to the origin of ‘Durahan’. The Death Knight project that Lorraine talked about earlier is a little different.”
He wrote ‘Death Knight Project’ on the blackboard.
“This project is a secret imperial project directly sponsored by the ‘Emperor of the Empire’. And it’s not about resurrecting an undead knight-“
He looked back at the students and spoke in a serious voice.
“A taboo attempt to resurrect the dead sword master whom the emperor loved. That is the essence of the Death Knight project.”
NECROMANCER ACADEMY’S GENIUS SUMMONER CHAPTER 788
