Wizard: I devour the stars with swarms of insects.

Gellert didn't say anything more.

However, inside the Academic Committee's hall, the young wizard apprentice was struck dumb, immediately prostrating himself on the ground and respectfully saying...

"Yes, I understand! Lord Gellert, rest assured, this student... will absolutely not tell anyone!"

The hall then fell silent once more.

Next to the office, the somewhat exhausted and shaken wizard apprentice was still trembling uncontrollably.

"This...this is the power of wizards...?"

Thinking of the way Professor Morse had just stared into his eyes, he felt paralyzed and breathless under those gazes.

It really looks like it's about to turn into a petrified sculpture.

......

Leaving the academic committee hall and walking through the woods, Professor Morse returned to the laboratory with a dejected expression.

"Poker".

Back in the lab, Professor Morse called out softly.

Then, inside the liquid culture tank, a pale, twisted tentacle emerged.

It swayed and approached slowly.

"What's wrong, Lord Morse? Hmm? You seem to be in a bad mood. Has something happened?"

After the previous brain transplant experiment, the head of the Pokémon antelope was replaced with the head of a cave dwarf.

Their intelligence level has obviously improved a lot.

The eyes at the tip of the tentacle blinked, looking curiously at their mentor, Morse, who seemed to have aged several years.

"What about Holman's letter?"

Instead of answering, Morse asked a question.

"Here you are, sir."

As they were talking, Poker opened his mouth, which was covered in fine fangs, and spat out an envelope, which landed in Professor Morse's hand.

Morse waved his hand gently, activating a cleansing magic trick that removed the slime from the surface.

After opening it and reading the contents of the letter, I pondered for a long time.

Professor Morse sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This letter was from Holman, his third-rate wizard apprentice.

More than six months ago, a plague called "dryness disease" broke out in his family.

Many civilians died.

Because the place where the plague broke out was the fiefdom of his family, the Earl of Victoria of the Kingdom of Tutton.

Therefore, upon receiving his father's letter seeking help, as the eldest son in the family, he immediately set off to return to the family to investigate.

However, Holman spent nearly half a year there without any results.

The daily death toll continues to rise.

The entire territory was now piled high with corpses.

So, having no other options, Holman wrote to himself for help.

I hope that with my help, I can use my status as a formal wizard to submit an application to the "Emergency Investigation Department" at the Wizarding Academy in the Black Forest City.

An investigation team was dispatched to investigate the cause of the plague outbreak.

However, to my surprise, after submitting my application to the academic committee two weeks ago, it came to nothing and I was rejected.

I went to the academic committee to demand an explanation, and that's how this happened.

Not only did he fail to get an explanation, but he also suffered a humiliation when his application was rejected by a wizard apprentice!

What a disgrace...

"Sigh... Poker, write back to Holman and say that the mentor can't help, there's nothing they can do, and the academy refuses to send an investigation team..."

Morse said softly.

His figure seemed to have aged decades at this moment, appearing somewhat hunched and forlorn.

When the Wizarding Academy of the Black Forest City was established, it set up rules and regulations to attract wizards to the city.

As long as you are willing to join the Black Forest City and serve as a mentor, you can ask the academy to intervene or utilize the academy's resources whenever needed.

Everyone has the right to submit an application requesting assistance from the college.

For example, it requires the Emergency Situation Investigation Department within the college—a functional department within the college.

Send a team to a certain place to investigate a disaster.

This was the rightful right of every wizard who came to the city of the Black Forest.

However, the college has now rejected my application because I did not have enough teaching hours.

I really don't know if what the other party said is true or false, or... just an excuse to cover up their own situation?

Hmph, after all, those guys on the academic committee have been ostracizing me for quite some time now.

Otherwise, there wouldn't still be only three wizard apprentices in his wizard tower...

Although, according to the conventions of the wizarding world, even as a mentor, the relationship between him and his apprentices is not particularly close, and is not a traditional master-apprentice relationship.

Because wizards are a group of cold, cruel, and ruthless creatures who value interests and equivalent exchanges.

Their extremely long lifespan has caused them to gradually lose their emotions over the course of their long lives.

Even when faced with their students' pleas for help, ignoring them and ignoring them is a very common thing for wizards.

However... the number of students here is already small.

Including the newly arrived A-level wizard apprentice, Wayne, there are only 3 wizard apprentices in total.

Therefore, in the process of daily interaction, there is still some affection between them.

Although Holman's talent was average, and I always felt that he was a bit stupid and dull.

But they are still my students.

Back then, when there were only two of them in his own wizard tower, including Glenn, he was willing to voluntarily choose to join the Natural Symbiosis Wizard Tower.

I am always moved whenever I think of this scene.

I never imagined that I wouldn't even be able to help with this small matter unless... I had to go there myself?

However, I have a very important experiment that I cannot leave, which is very important to me.

Furthermore, nowadays, when students encounter problems, I've been reduced to having to personally intervene.

If word gets out, it will only make us a laughingstock among the other wizards and turn us into a laughingstock in the Black Forest City.

"If only Glenn, one of my other students, were still here."

Morse sighed softly.

Glenn is a level two wizard.

As a second-level wizard apprentice, it was perfectly acceptable for him to go to Holman's family territory to help.

However, Glenn has not yet returned from the hunting expedition organized by the academy.

As for Wayne, he's only a level three wizard apprentice right now, and the wizarding tricks he's mastered aren't exactly powerful combat skills.

Sending them there might not be effective, and they might even encounter danger.

Professor Morse was hunched over and looked dejected.

Next, I got up and left the lab to go out for a walk.

"Pock, remember to send it to Holman via raven after you finish writing it."

"Before leaving," Morse said.

And then, with a snap of his fingers, the door of the golden cage hanging by the laboratory window suddenly opened.

But the black raven inside the cage didn't move. It lazily gripped the crossbeam, tilted its head, and preened the feathers at the base of its wings with its beak, occasionally glancing sideways at Morse.

"Yes, Lord Morse, I will do as you ask," the tentacle monster Pok replied in a muffled voice from the experimental pool.

Holding a quill pen in his mouth with fine, sharp teeth, he began to write a reply while leaning over the desk.

Professor Morse turned and left, going down the stairs. As he walked down the corridor, he heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

After turning the corner, I bumped into myself.

He was dressed in a wizard's robe, and had delicate features, which became clear upon closer inspection.

It was his third student, Wayne Albert.

"Mentor Morse, are you going out?" Wayne greeted Mentor Morse with a smile as he saw him coming.

"Professor, do you have a moment now? I have something I'd like to report to you."

"Let's do it another day."

"Mentor Morse waved his hand and said."

I'm not in a good mood right now and have no interest in listening to any reports.

However, as he passed by Wayne, Mentor Morse noticed out of the corner of his eye a wriggling, thorny tongue near Wayne's arm.

As a bio-modification wizard, Morse certainly wouldn't be unfamiliar with what this was.

"Is this... a thorny tongue?"

Immediately afterward, Morse realized something, abruptly stopped, raised his head, and stared intently at Wayne with his goat-like, vertical pupils.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and surprise.

"Wayne, you...you've already advanced to a second-level wizard apprentice?!"

"Yes, Lord Morse, I have come to report this news to you," Wayne said with a smile.

Next, with a thought, the complete [Thorn Tongue] extended from the wizard's sleeve on Wayne's left arm.

Its surface was covered with thorns and iron spikes, as well as sharp blades, wrapped around Wayne's arm, gleaming with a sinister cold light.

......

P.S.: I tried using AI to draw a diagram, which is more visually appealing and intuitive (#^.^#)