Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 255 Let Magic Be Great Again

Returning to his alma mater with his wife and visiting his teachers was, in Ethan's view, basic etiquette. However, he didn't understand why, after a pleasant conversation, the topic suddenly took an unexpected turn.

When he proposed the idea of ​​rebuilding the Magic Network, Mr. Wapol, the headmaster, had eyes that lit up like light bulbs, almost like those of nocturnal creatures in some monster encyclopedias. Using the topic of rebuilding the Magic Network as a starting point, Mr. Wapol also told him about many things within the academy.

For example, most professors reported that the academy's finances had shrunk considerably after losing the Empire's magic scroll market. Although the academy was deeply rooted with thousands of years of history and supported by the elemental sculptor families, this would still be an important direction for future reforms. At the same time, reforms to the academy's teaching system were also urgently needed. The heads of the pure-blood families proposed at the last quarterly meeting that the academy should keep pace with the times and introduce some new educational and assessment systems...

And so on.

This long-winded speech seemed like something that would only appear at an academic conference.

"In addition, you need to find a way to establish enough influence in the minds of the professors."

Wapol pondered. This crisis was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and coupled with the relationship between Ethan and the Empire, everything fell into place naturally.

It was as if fate had led Ethan here.

"You may need to do some preparation before that."

Wapol suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "I happen to know something about the Magic Network. You should know Dean Mekka-Delin, right?"

"of course."

Not only did we know each other, we even went fishing together.

It is said that in his time, Dean McCa-Drin was an outstanding angler, and they even had a fierce fishing competition on the shore. Although McCa-Drin ultimately lost to Ethan, Ethan was still impressed by him.

It's a memory that goes something like, "I'm afraid I'll never forget you in my entire life."

"That's good. At the end of the First Era, the Dean destroyed the Magic Network and ordered the destruction of all books related to it, leaving only some general overviews. However, some important information was preserved."

As he spoke, Wapol glanced at Winter.

This is a secret even Winter doesn't know, and it's a treasure belonging to the academy that the Light Society once protected together.

Everyone understood the terrible consequences that would ensue if the "Dark Lord" found out about this, but now... Winter seemed to have completely reformed. She leaned against Ethan's shoulder with her eyes half-closed, as docile as a kitten. Clearly, her soul had been purified, and she had become a "White Mage."

Wapol could not hide his excitement.

He could hardly imagine how much better life would be for the academy with Ethan as its headmaster and a white mage version of Winter as his right-hand man.

Let magic be great again!

"Go check out Dean McCardlin's residence; you might find something interesting there."

It turned out to be the case.

Upon hearing this, Winter suddenly realized that she had indeed never entered the place, because it was mostly filled with old things from a bygone era, making it look no different from a museum. The person in charge of guarding the residence was an elderly, plump woman with mediocre magical talent, who, to others, seemed more like a cleaner hired by the academy.

For Winter, there was nothing taboo or stimulating there—what could a cleaning lady possibly be guarding?

In contrast, the detection magic in the library's restricted area is updated more frequently than the monthly exams, and the professors wish they could use all their knowledge in "winter protection magic".

She sincerely praised him, saying, "As expected of Professor Wapol, I had no idea before."

"This is the result of everyone's discussion."

Some people have proposed the theory that "the most dangerous place is the safest place".

Although the professors were reluctant to admit it, the fact was that two years after arriving at the academy, Winter's mastery of magic had surpassed all of theirs. She had dabbled in alchemy, magic, and elemental mapping, and even with magic she had never seen before, Winter could find a way to break it in a very short time.

This child seems to have grasped the essence of magic.

Many professors have made this assessment of Winter: in terms of talent alone, they have searched through the entire academy's history books and found no one who can compare to Winter.

Even Dean McCardlin couldn't do it.

The founder of this academy was still a "newcomer" who had just entered the fourth rank at the age of Li Dong, and this was the result of being born into a pure-blood family and having been exposed to elemental magic since childhood.

This left the professors heartbroken. They could easily imagine how brilliantly the child could have achieved if she had used her intelligence in the right way.

That's why the ideal student, "Well-behaved Winter," came into being.

Now, Wapol sees everything they want in Ethan, the only drawback being that Ethan isn't their student.

"Anyway, go there and take a look around; now is the best time."

Wapol gave the two of them a deep look.

Classes are suspended today, and the ban issued by the dean has not yet been lifted, so the two will not encounter too much interference.

"how do you feel?"

Leaving the dean's office, Winter affectionately linked arms with Ethan and asked.

She felt she had performed very well today, and if she were to give herself a score, she would easily get a high score of 13.0—Wapol had been nagging Ethan for so long and she had managed to keep from yawning; her temper was getting better and better.

In the past, Mr. Wapol probably wouldn't have wanted most of his remaining hair either.

"Very enthusiastic, but a little strange." After calming down, Ethan pondered carefully, "Why do I feel like I'm the dean of students?"

The difficulties encountered in the work, the future development of the college, and even the construction of new disciplines were discussed in detail.

Mr. Wapol expressed his views, offering a sharp critique of the prevailing trends of the past empire.

He believes that if "Doomsday" is the inevitable fate of this world, then instead of burying their heads in the sand, they should face the crisis head-on. Therefore, the academy should have long ago opened courses related to evil gods, rituals, and believers. Previously, this proposal by Pope Julius had been indefinitely postponed, and now is the time to make a change.

However, this is still an unknown field, and the college needs a true expert to serve as a professor.

Ethan understood Wapol's implication: the dean of students was hinting that he should bring in talent to the academy.

A course about evil gods?
He could indeed find such a person. Ivy mentioned that the Nightmare Witch was currently staying in the capital. Some time ago, she even took out a loan from the Witch Professional Assessment Association to buy a large house and converted the first floor into a fortune-telling shop, which was very popular among the imperial nobles. Rattlesnake was also a good candidate. She had been serving as the second-in-command to the Chosen Ones of the Three Evil Gods, and she handled almost all the affairs outside the empire.

Upon reflection, he realized that he had made quite a few friends along the way.

"Not the head of teaching affairs, but the dean."

Winter rolled her eyes and said hesitantly, "He was reporting to the new dean in his capacity as the head of academic affairs."

These are issues that the actual dean should be concerned about.

She had already noticed that things were going wrong halfway through the visit.

Wapol made no attempt to hide his intention to "fully support you as the leader of this term," and he stopped pretending altogether.

Tsk, still too much hair. "Let's go, let's take a look around the old director's residence first, I haven't looked at it carefully before."

……

The footsteps outside the door faded into the distance, but Wapol remained excited, pacing back and forth in his office, envisioning a bright future for the college.

As the college's dean of students, he knew that the college had been dormant for too long, and its influence had been declining since the reign of Henry III.

Changes must be made!

If he were still a passionate young man, he would definitely be determined to make something of himself. But now he is over fifty years old and has long lost his former vigor. The older he gets, the more he feels that the changes of the times are basically determined by luck, and that one's own efforts are far less important than the favor of fate.

And now, the elemental sculptors have finally ushered in their era once again!
Wapol sat back in his chair, crossed his legs, hummed a little tune, and picked up a crystal-clear cherry from the fruit basket and put it in his mouth.

It carries the chill of a changing element, is very sweet, and invigorates.

Immediately afterwards, someone knocked on the office door again.

"Please come in."

Did the other professors come to him to sound him out as soon as the two left?

this is a good news.

He couldn't wait to announce this good news to the members of the Guangming Society.

However, the next moment, Wapol's smile froze on his face.

The moment the door was pushed open, he met seven eyes. Just one glance was enough to trigger a warning from the string of reason in his mind. He saw the office wall peeling off at a visible speed, revealing a substance hidden beneath like blood vessels, as if that was the true nature of the world.

They kept expanding and contracting, and with each step the seven-eyed woman took forward, the world woven from flesh and blood extended a little further toward Wapol.

On the other hand, Wapol felt no different from a frog being targeted by its natural enemy; he couldn't even make a sound and could only instinctively press his body against the back of the chair.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the parchment on the table, on which he had drawn a pattern with a quill pen based on Ethan's description.

The hem of her skirt, which reached past her knees, peeked out towards him.

Ethan said that His clothes were not made of cloth, but of living creatures.

Did his view of "Doomsday" attract the evil god?
Bazartos, the true evil god, walked into his office at this very moment!

This is a disaster that no human can withstand. Just one glance at it is enough to make one's reason collapse, let alone fight against it.

Wapol could easily imagine the Seven-Eyed Woman's tentacles piercing his body, from which twisted flesh and blood would emerge, and his body would be transformed into tree-like matter, which the survivors of the Crimson Age called the Seedbed, unable to move, yet constantly hatching new flesh and blood.

However, just as he was preparing to face death, the seven-eyed woman sat down in the chair opposite him.

He sat upright with his hands on his knees.

Her lips didn't move, yet a muffled whisper entered Wapol's mind.

"I consulted Ampolis, but I'm still not quite proficient at it yet. It will get better once I get more skilled."

This is already a huge step forward.

Without Ampolis's guidance, Wapol would probably be screaming and stabbing the quill pen on the table into his eye by now.

Although that would fit Bazartos's aesthetic, that's not what He came for.

He endorsed Ethan's theory—that humans are wondrous, non-renewable resources, capable of creating countless unexpected values ​​as long as they live.

Therefore, He needs these people to live.

"What brings you here?"

Wapol had never been so nervous; his lips trembled with every word he uttered.

“I overheard your conversation, and you mentioned opening courses related to the Old Gods at the academy, so I came to apply.”

Bazartos explained his purpose.

He stayed in the capital for a while, and Ethan did indeed fulfill his promise. The capital's film industry was entering a new era of prosperity, and even members of the capital's royal family participated in the film production.

But problems then arise.

The Imperials' tastes were too strange, not in line with Bazartos' aesthetics, and far removed from the films he desired.

Just then, He heard Ampolis mention that Ethan and Winter had returned to the Academy, and on the advice of this fellow being, He had a new idea.

Education should start with children.

Undoubtedly, the academy can be a breeding ground for outstanding artists, and it just so happened that it heard about the preparations for expanding the discipline from Wapol's conversation.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Wapol was momentarily stunned.

Bazartos is applying to be the teacher of the evil god course? This...this can't be right.
His original plan was for Ethan to invite investigators from Imperial organizations such as the Containment Bureau who had long dealt with cult followers to teach courses for the students.

“I’m here to apply for the lecturer position. As I said, this skill is not yet very proficient for me, but it won’t put too much strain on your minds in the future.”

"But... elemental sculptors do not believe in gods."

"I don't need believers."

The woman with seven eyes said, "What I need is a group of young people who are interested in art, have ideas, and have good taste."

Ethan is right.

As times change and civilization advances, outdated ideas will inevitably be eliminated, but their essence will not change.

He wants to transform the college into His nursery, imprinting it with the mark of the old gods.

Oh……

In Ethan's words, this place should be transformed into a "Bazatos-style incubator for artistic talent."

This is the term that fits the new era.

(End of this chapter)