god of tomorrow

There were too many things to complain about, and Gao Wen didn't know where to start. He rolled his eyes and said, "It's not a senior female student, but a middle-aged male teacher who contracted an incurable disease in his thirties. His family has fallen on hard times and he urgently needs money to save his life, so he took my case."

"What's wrong?"

"No problem."

"Wasn't it said to be an incurable disease? How come you're perfectly healthy now?"

"There's nothing wrong with him, he's balding."

"..."

Hill was completely stunned, muttering in disbelief. He had thought there was only one oddball like Hugh who didn't get involved with women, but it turned out there was another one, and both of them happened to be his roommates.

"By the way, how much money did you give the teacher? Did you manage to disrupt the market balance?" Even though he hadn't taken Gawain away, Hill still decided to check on him, lest he be ripped off without even realizing it.

"five hundred."

"How despicable! You don't treat teachers like human beings at all! Gao Wen, I despise you!"

"Five hundred per class."

"This is so expensive! You're treating teachers like dirt! Gao Wen, I despise you!"

“Great value for money, Professor Buber has something special.”

Gao Wen then said, "What about you? Whether you're herding one sheep or two, you're still herding them. Do you want to listen in?"

"No, tonight I want to challenge my weaknesses. Only by overcoming myself can I face life squarely. The content of my tutoring is more important." Hill shook his head repeatedly, refusing to compete. He was just a dish, and even if he rolled up, he would still be a cabbage.

……

At 7 p.m., Buper arrived on time, bringing two thick textbooks.

The book he wrote himself, in two volumes, is very different from the school textbooks.

"Gao Wen, take a look first. Circle anything you don't understand, and I'll explain it to you one by one."

Teaching should be tailored to individual students. Knowing that Gawain was of noble birth and had a certain foundation, Buber tested Gawain's level before starting the lesson to avoid wasting time and tutoring fees.

Gao Wen nodded and quickly flipped through the pages, his speed comparable to quantum reading. He finished reading both books in less than a minute.

Meanwhile, the AI ​​assistant extracted text from screenshots, reorganized and compiled it, and input all the contents of the two books into the database.

"Teacher, I've finished reading."

"No, this is too perfunctory. Let me be clear from the start: if this is your attitude towards learning, I don't care, but you'll only be the one who suffers." Buber said sternly. He was happy that Gawain's tutoring fee was 500 yuan per session, but he was very dissatisfied with Gawain's disregard for knowledge.

"I've memorized them all; I have a good memory."

LOL, you watched it and you still remember it?

Buber snorted, picked up the two textbooks, and asked, "How do you understand the resonance between magic and the four basic elements?"

"From page 39 of the first volume, the chapter on the bridge and key of the mind. Thinking is an extension of will, and thinking is strengthened through meditation... laying the track, guiding the magic to shape, and finally becoming instinct."

Gawain spoke at breakneck speed, even including page numbers, his imposing manner greatly shocking Buper.

"Then... how do you explain the world's breath and the pulse of all things?"

"From page 56 of the second volume, the chapter on the breath and pulse of the world. We monks are not creators. We learn meditation to synchronize our spiritual frequency with the pulse of the world, to perceive and capture these fleeting elements, and to learn from their changes. We understand the changes in the world, recognize the differences in the environment, and gain the upper hand in battle..."

It wasn't over yet, Gao Wen added: "There's a typo on page 103, line 7 of the second volume. Teacher, please remember to correct it."

"..."

What the hell?

Are you grading homework here?

Chapter 31: Don't put all your eggs in one basket; don't entrust your faith to the same god.

Buber refused to believe it, so he turned to the second volume and found page 103, line 7. Sure enough, there was a typo.

For a moment, Buber's face turned red, overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and he kept wiping away sweat with a handkerchief, feeling no sense of accomplishment in teaching and educating people.

He can't teach this student!

After a long pause, Booth said earnestly, "Gawain, remembering something doesn't mean you've learned it. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I understand, but teacher, your textbook is so well-written. After reading it, I went through it in my mind and basically understood everything."

"..."

That's amazing! So what should I teach in this lesson?

No, you even sorted it out again, what brand of brain is it?

Buber was dumbfounded. The key wasn't this class, but the classes to come. His intuition told him that it wouldn't be long before Gawain would drain him dry.

It wasn't that he was heartbroken about not earning money from tutoring, but rather that his scholarly pride was unbearable; he didn't want to be looked down upon.

"By the way, teacher, could you tell me about magic? I mean the kind of magic we can learn next semester, like the Cleansing spell." Gao Wentu finally revealed his true intentions; this was the real reason he had spent so much money.

He only saw half of it; his real target was the Order Magic formula held by the Royal Magic University.

"I can't teach you this yet; you'll have to wait until you pass your meditation course."

Buber shook his head repeatedly, feeling a little embarrassed, and changed his words: "Since you have the ability to remember everything you see, why don't you go to the library and start by reading the books on the first floor... The books on the third floor are all very advanced magical theories. By the way, what kind of magic do you plan to study, and what path do you plan to take in the future?"

If it were any other student, Booth wouldn't have pushed them too hard. Gawain was just too outstanding, so outstanding that he would quickly leave his classmates behind. Moreover, it would be a waste not to use his photographic memory to study.

If possible, Bush hoped that Gawain would become so engrossed in the sea of ​​knowledge that he would abandon his hundreds of servants and embark on the path of a scholar.

“A necromancer,” Gawain answered decisively.

"Why the dead?"

“I graduated with a degree in history, so I’ll definitely be dealing with skeletons in the future.”

"..."

His reasoning was sound and his sincerity left no room for argument.

Gawain's choice of the Necromancer school was not random; he now possesses three types of magic: the God of Wishes, the Summoning of the Dead, and the Shadow Vision.

Putting the first one aside, with his current magical reserves, it would be difficult for him to achieve overly grand dreams. Some tasks that are within reach, such as a child wanting a lollipop, can be accomplished by him with money, without needing to use magic at all.

At first glance, it seems like an all-powerful magic, but in reality, it can't do big things, and there's no need to do small things; just make a wish upon him.

The remaining two types of magic are necromancy and shadow magic.

Gawain had already thought it through. He knew he couldn't be without an alias when he was out and about. He would focus on developing necromancy and shadow magic, one for use in public and the other for use while masked.

perfect!

“Gawain, you’d better reconsider. The achievements of a necromancer are very limited…”

Buber briefly outlines the development of necromancy, summarizing it in one sentence: a regression in development, with progress entirely dependent on archaeology.

The Lord of Death is too arrogant and aloof, and does not like to interact with his followers. Although the success rate of the sacrificial rituals is 100%, the magic recipes are not widely passed down, and a large number of advanced spells are missing.

Because there are few believers and no particularly powerful ones, the Lord of Death usually sits at the corner table in the Pantheon, and the number of churches associated with him is pitifully small.

This refers to legitimate churches. There are far too many illegitimate churches, all of which like to use the guise of the Lord of Death, employing the unknown, mystery, and death as doctrines to deceive uninformed people into donating money and risking their lives.

Normally, few magicians call themselves necromancers, and necromancy is usually practiced as a sideline. Depending on their own needs, they may sacrifice themselves to learn one or two practical necromancy spells.

For example, those tomb raiders... oops, those legal archaeologists, who don't want to be ghosts blowing out the light, but instead want to go home and let the dead blow out the light, will all have a hand in economical and practical necromancy.

"Okay, I'll listen to the teacher. I'll think about it again later."

Gao Wen didn't say much, but he had a vague feeling that the Death Ruler in his understanding was very different from the Death Ruler on the Universal Continent.

Perhaps it's due to the different locations of the sacrificial rituals; when the sacrifice is performed in the underworld, the Lord of Death is much more accommodating.

"Yes, this is a matter of life and death, so don't rush to conclusions. Wait until you've been to the third floor and read a lot of theoretical knowledge before making a decision."

Buper liked smart students who listened to advice and said that freshmen were not allowed to enter the third floor of the library, but Gawain could use his library card to get through. If anyone asked, he should say that he had arranged for Gawain to go to the library to borrow books.

Finally, after a moment of hesitation, Buper spoke.

“Teacher, I have no worship of gods. I advocate the magical law of equivalent exchange, and many magicians share the same thoughts.”

He spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of being overheard: "I offered sacrifices with gratitude in exchange for the knowledge in the hands of the gods. He received a sacrifice, and I received a magic. It seems fair, but He also gained a believer and received an extra faith."

"Remember, you can't put all your eggs in one basket, and you can't give your faith to the same god."

His last sentence was meaningful, and he nodded slightly to Gao Wen after saying it.

The meaning was conveyed even before the words were finished.

Tell Gawain not to fixate on one god and to learn to be flexible. It's like borrowing money. If you only have one creditor and can't repay the loan, the other party will threaten to kill you. But if you have several creditors, they will sit down and discuss it and won't let you die without knowing why.

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"Gawain, step forward!"

It was time for physical education class again, which was held every two days. The noble students, filled with excitement, shielded the commoner students in front of them, secretly hoping to see rivers of blood flow.

Gawain stepped forward, facing Mr. Leo and the ten senior sports students he had brought with him.

The ten senior students came through the proper procedures, without any personal grudges involved. They were here today to make up for the missing credits.

"Gao Wen, you said in the last class that you could take on ten people. I am very happy that you are a confident person, but I am also worried that you are too confident and become arrogant."

Leo, a rugged-looking man, was quite skilled at patching things up: "They happen to be auditing a tutoring session today. You can practice and recognize the gaps and shortcomings, which will benefit you."

The last few words were spoken through gritted teeth, almost as if to say, "I'm here today to beat you up."

[The host has triggered a mission [to continue slapping faces]]

[Mission Description: Leo was slapped twice in public by you. Anger has clouded his judgment. He hasn't considered his own mistakes; he only knows that you made him lose face. He's here today with resentment, seeking only revenge.]

[Task Rewards: 2000 Experience Points, 200 Gold Coins, 10 Basic Free Attribute Points]

【Whether to accept? 】

【whether】

That's right, the tasks have already formed an industry chain, leading to new tasks.

The plan went smoothly, and Gao Wen was very satisfied. After accepting the task, he raised his head and pointed his nose at Leo: "Teacher, you're so thoughtful. You're so capable, you can beat a hundred of them next class."

You're still being stubborn even when you're about to get yourself into trouble. Today I'll beat you until you're crying from both ends!

"You guys, come at me all at once."