A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 164 Everything is settled!

In the dimly lit archives, a young man was hunched over his desk copying something under a solitary lamp. He was always there when the librarian brought in new journals; the copied and uncopied materials on his desk were piled high, seemingly endless.

With a creak, the door opened, and the person who entered was neither the librarian nor the person who had borrowed the book; a figure in a scarlet robe walked straight toward the person copying the book.

"Have you realized your mistake?"

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have eaten alone," Pascal cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Um?"

"Oh no, no, it was my fault for breaking the rules."

Kano sighed, "The rules were set by your master. Why can't you tell your master if you want to do something or make some money? Don't think I don't know about your little schemes. You're always hiding from me, and what kind of shady way do you want to make money? Every gold coin your junior brother earns is clean."

Finally, Cano picked Pascal up and said, "Get out of here. Starting the day after tomorrow, you'll take over from Rorschach at the Higher Normal School, and you'll earn more each month."

Rorschach, whose "every gold coin has a clean origin," was on his way to the Higher Normal School of Valuana. However, he didn't take the shortest route, but deliberately took a detour. The boy sat on an outdoor table in a teahouse, wearing a loose-fitting hat and reading a newspaper, his face well concealed by two objects.

"Is this seat taken?" A gentleman sat down opposite him.

"Sit wherever you like."

The gentleman seemed to have come from afar, carrying a package in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

"Judging from your accent, you're not from Valuwana?" Rorschach put down his newspaper and struck up a conversation with his "fated friend." Having spent a long time in the capital, he had discovered that the so-called Valuwanan accent consisted of vowel abbreviations or linking, specific unstressed consonants, and the habit of stressing word roots. Rorschach had heard it so many times that he could imitate it, and now he spoke it perfectly.

"Yes, I come from the North, the Kingdom of Bain, although people here all say I come from the Empire. I'm really tired and thirsty, let me get off the carriage and have a cup of tea first."

"What a coincidence, I'm planning a trip to Würzburg soon."

"What a wonderful place! Its wines are famous throughout the Kingdom of Bain." The guest added, as if remembering something, "Of course, the Holy Kingdom has too many wineries; I'm afraid the wines from the north can't compare. When do you plan to depart?"

"I'll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning. Now that you mention it, I realize I have a lot of things to take care of before I leave. Goodbye."

Rorschach put down the newspaper, grabbed the package on the table, and left.

Why do government officials always meet over tea? Aside from the last meeting with Mr. Falcon, they always arrange to meet at a teahouse to collect gold coins. Rorschach glanced back at "Byrne's Visitor," who was frantically adding sugar to his cup.

Is this a way to get reimbursed for tea money under the guise of a meeting?

Upon arriving at the École Normale Supérieure in Valuana, Rorschach first retrieved the exam papers from the department. The midterm exams had been over for quite some time, and although Rorschach had hired Pascal to teach for a fee, he still graded the papers himself. Since Pascal had created the papers, they were waiting for Rorschach to give his critique.

The scores had already been tallied and announced, and they were quite brutal. This trial, which was delayed because the teacher was busy, was a case of "beheading" first, and then waiting for Rorschach to pronounce the charges.

Luo Xia walked in carrying the test papers, and the previously cheerful classroom instantly fell silent. In the instant before the scene froze, Luo Xia saw the students gathered in twos and threes, joking around. Over this period of time, the students had become familiar with each other, and compared to how well-behaved they were in Luo Xia's first class, they were finally revealing their true nature.

Since the bell hadn't rung yet, the students only quieted down because Rorschach came in. Then Rorschach heard someone mutter quietly, "Where's Professor Pascal? Why is it you who came?"

"These ungrateful wretches! I shouldn't have come!" Rorschach coughed. "I've been very busy lately, and I'll be very busy afterward, so Professor Pascal will be teaching this class from now on. I'm here today to review the midterm papers."

"Yay!" A big idiot, who was still being taught by Pascal, immediately expressed his joy upon hearing this, only to have his mouth covered tightly by his deskmate.

How does the senior student conduct classes? Luo Xia really wanted to audit one right now. "An average score of fifty-four, ha, and you can still laugh. You're the worst class I've ever taught." In this situation, how appropriate and how sincere those words were.

The students lowered their heads in shame, and then a small voice came from their bowed heads: "Aren't we the first batch?"

*Snap!* The chalk, accelerated by the "projectile," accurately hit the source of the voice: "Teacher, I also have students in the Magic Tower!" Although the students in the History of Magic class have a terrible attitude towards easy classes and don't pay attention in class, it doesn't mean they won't cram before the exam, and they can all accurately pass the passing grade.

However, it's not surprising that the students at the Higher Normal School were not taught this course. The multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank questions that Luo Xia brought from his previous life threw them into disarray. Grammar school exams on rhetoric and other subjects were all short answer and essay questions. Where had they ever seen so many tricky questions?

The highest scorer was Andrei, who scored 83 out of 100. Is this the same boy who figured out magic on his own? "Good job on the test, but don't neglect your hands-on experimentation skills either."

As expected, the core stat allocation for mages is intelligence. Luo Xia was wondering whether he should recommend Andre to the Tower of Stars after he returned. There would probably be obstacles if he became an apprentice normally, but the guys in the Alchemy Department are unconventional, and they might be able to recruit this talent.

The bell rang, its mechanical chimes ringing out. Rorschach waited quietly until the last note faded before speaking, his tone gentle yet serious:

"If nothing unexpected happens, this will be my last lesson with this class, although it's just reviewing the midterm exam." Bart's wedding didn't end until May, and if things continue to happen in the Kingdom of Byrne, the semester should be over by the time Rorschach gets back.

The students then realized what was happening, and those who had cheered when they heard Pascal substitute for the class fell silent.

"So I ask you to listen carefully. The first question is a deliberately easy one; you should be able to remember it by flipping through your notes."

"The second question is still a freebie... If you remember the conservation of total mass, you'll understand that the third question is essentially a freebie too..." Rorschach began writing on the blackboard.

"Sigh, I really set a lot of points that everyone should get in order to ensure that everyone passes, so how come it became a death sentence for you?"

Rorschach thought of a student: "Bartis, you got the second question wrong again, it was about combustion..."

"I can't scold you anymore, Battis. You've already been punished enough... That's just how it is. Every day we tell ourselves, 'Forget it! There's plenty of time. We'll study tomorrow.'"

"Now, here comes the bloody score. I hope you can do better next time." Rorschach had made up his mind that even in Byrne, he would get the final exam papers out and send them to Pascal via the guild's teleportation system.

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"get out of class dismissed. I hope we'll have a chance to meet again." Does teaching foster affection for students? At least the first class left a deep impression. Luo Xia carefully looked at each face before turning and leaving.

Goodbye, teacher!

(End of this chapter)