People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Like a clock tower on a certain moon, each classroom has a different research direction.

The difference is that the moon has the same goal, which is to reach the root.

But here we have the same origin but different paths. Although the origin is pyroxene, everyone’s purpose is different.

However, one thing is basically the same, which is to explore the mysteries hidden in pyroxene.

As for other aspects, it can only be said that different people have different opinions.

There are so many factions there, with constant infighting, and no one knows how the research on pyroxene magic is going.

Anyway, it's nothing new.

However, just as he returned to the apprentice dormitory to take a short rest, a slightly mature voice suddenly called him.

"Reinhardt."

Hearing the voice, he slowly typed a question mark.

"Who called me?"

Turning around, I saw a woman wearing a witch's headdress leaning against the wall not far away. Although the dark blue robe she was wearing, which was simple in style but made of fine material, looked very loose, it still couldn't hide her slender and tall figure.

Her hand slightly pinched the chin of the hood, as if she was examining herself.

However, such a look made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he still walked over.

"...Lecturer Se Lian, what do you want to talk to me about?" There was a hint of awe in his voice.

"Um...."

Seren looked at him, snorted, and said slowly: "Reinhardt, how are you doing with the two magics I taught you recently?"

"...Are you talking about Pyroxene Swift Demon Gravel and Pyroxene Great Demon Gravel? I've almost mastered these two spells."

He felt a little uneasy, not knowing why Se Lian suddenly came to see him.

After all, Se Lian at this time was no longer the mentor and friend who hid in the basement of Yizhan Street after the Broken War.

"Well, very good. Although your talent is a bit weird, it's still pretty good. It seems that you have put a lot of effort into preparing for the test in a few days."

"Thank you for the compliment... But I still seem to be a little behind in terms of theory..."

He stretched out his hand and gestured slightly, as if he had the universe at his fingertips.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that Lecturer Serlian seemed to be a little interested after hearing this.

"Oh, really?... In that case, come to my room tonight and I can make an exception and give you some tutoring."

"Eh?"

Reinhardt was stunned when he heard this, and his mind was a little confused.

Selene, who was given a witch's headgear, actually has to give special treatment to herself who doesn't have a headgear?

A wise saying came to my mind involuntarily:

When the weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken, I always feel that there is something fishy about it.

So, he refused and said, "That... there's no need for that... I can just look at the basic theories myself..."

"...Um?"

Before he could finish, Se Lian interrupted him with a cold snort, and even his voice became a little colder.

"Reinhardt, are you trying to refuse a witch's invitation?"

"No, I dare not..."

Reinhardt's expression was very complicated.

Only then did he remember that there was a strict class system in this huge magic academy, just like the monarchs and nobles in Europe. Guys like them without hoods were equivalent to low-class nobles, and the magicians with hoods had no way to refuse or resist.

Therefore, there are many guys wearing hoods in the academy who touch some female apprentices, and it is common to even call them to the dormitory at night.

Although it is absolutely impossible for the teacher Seren to do such a thing, her methods are even more cruel.

I heard a lot about it when I was playing games. When Seren was in the magic academy, he had many records of turning people into balls and killing many people...

Although the authenticity of this still needs to be investigated, what if it is true?

"Well, that's great. Don't forget it tonight."

His respectful attitude made Se Lian very satisfied.

But before leaving, he added, "Oh, by the way, if you can successfully pass the assessment and enter the classroom, then I will consider accepting you as my disciple."

"But let me make it clear first, I am very strict."

These words startled Reinhardt, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Could it be that Teacher Seren really wants to make me into a ball?

What should I do if I'm targeted by the Cube Witch?

Waiting online, very anxious.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

03. Late Night Class.rmvb

Standing in the distance, the huge and majestic golden tree gradually lost its brilliance, indicating that it was already night.

The stars in the sky grew brighter, but the magic academy below was silent.

Taking advantage of this time, Reinhardt secretly opened the door and slipped out of the dormitory.

After all, it was Teacher Se Lian's invitation, so he had to go.

However, if you want to reach Teacher Serlian's dormitory, you must pass through the Azalea Church, which is arguably one of the most dangerous places in the academy.

Because in this academy that teaches magic, there are not only these magic apprentices and magicians wearing masks, but also many other things.

For example, a puppet to prevent intruders.

They wear light armor, and except for those patrolling on the roof, the others are armed with multiple sharp blades or spears, and are often hung on the ceiling, especially near the Azalea Church, where there are the most of these things.

And once activated, it will slash at the enemy like a storm, without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Don't ask him how he knew.

He had been abused by these things many times in the game, and in reality... he had also seen unlucky people who accidentally triggered the puppet dolls.

When they found it the next day, it was a horrible sight. It was almost chopped into a pile of rotten meat by the puppet, the kind that even its own mother couldn't tell the difference.

In the end, it was this group of apprentices without masks who took action and it took a lot of effort to shovel the corpse off the ground.

However, since he had already memorized the layout of the magic academy, it was no problem for him to avoid these puppets, and he arrived at Seren's dormitory with ease.

In the silent and spacious corridor, the faint light emitted by the pyroxene piled up in the corner dispelled the darkness.

Reinhardt stood outside Seren's room somewhat nervously and knocked on the door gently.

Boom--boom--

"Come in."

With a creaky sound, the door seemed to be unlocked and opened easily.

This is nothing surprising. After all, every pyroxene magician will set different traps in his own room. If you enter without the owner's consent, the consequences can be imagined.

However, when Reinhardt walked into the room, he was stunned by the scene before him.

I don't even know what words to use to describe it.

A storm is passing?

That's roughly what it means.

This is a room that looks very spacious, and it is filled with all kinds of items. It is like a small shop, with almost no space to step!

Scattered books can be seen almost everywhere, experimental equipment is thrown into the corner and piled up into several small hills, and some pyroxenes like long crystals are thrown on the ground at random, and the books piled on the desk are taller than a person.

If you look closely, you can see a few bottles covered in dust.

Although a messy room is a common problem among pyroxene magicians, isn't it a bit too outrageous that it is to this extent?

"Why are you standing there? Come here."

Se Lian's voice came from the depths of the room. Hearing the voice, he stepped over the piles of "garbage" under his feet, trying not to touch these things as much as possible.

Finally, at the innermost part of the room, he saw Se Lian's figure.

Holding a quill, he lowered his head and seemed to be writing something on the scroll in front of the table. There was also a pile of books scattered next to the chair.

The heavy headgear was also taken off and placed on the other side of the table. The long hair that fell over the shoulders like a waterfall was tied into a strand and scattered freely on the table.

Se Lian was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, revealing a section of her fair calves from under her dark blue magic robe.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, I just think this room seems a bit too messy..."

Reinhardt quickly averted his gaze upon hearing this and looked elsewhere: "...Lecturer Serlian, do you never clean up?"

"Hmm, a magician's time is very precious. Even though we have a long life, we shouldn't waste it on this."

Se Lian didn't even raise his head, and waved his hand casually, motioning for him to find a place to sit down.

But where should I sit?

There were only books and pyroxene around. Did I have to sit on the books? Or on the pyroxene?

As for the former, I have the impression that only Lani's wife can do it.

As for the latter, pyroxene is a bit uncomfortable...

So he moved a few books away, cleared a space and sat there.

Just as Serlian said, the Kalia royal family and the magic academy who believe in the moon and stars have a long lifespan like the people of the golden tree, but it seems that most of the pyroxene magicians have no habit of cleaning the house.

For example, Seren in front of him, or Lani who is far away in Kalia Castle.

The former claims that he doesn't want to waste time, and the latter must be of noble status and doesn't want to do it himself?

After a while, Se Lian finally stopped writing, handed over the scroll he had just written, and casually pulled out a chair from behind the table, dumped all the other person's books on it, and placed them in front of him.

"Let's take a test first to see what your level is so I can adjust the teaching content."

"This...is starting now?"

Looking at the scroll filled with words in his hand, he looked up at Se Lian again. To be honest, he was still a little unresponsive.

"Have you forgotten what I just said?"

Se Lian, who was sitting on the chair, turned slightly and crossed her legs, stretched out her slender fingers and waved them in front of him, her tone a little stern:

"Our time is very precious. There are still many mysteries of pyroxene waiting for us to discover and explore. We naturally cannot waste too much time on such trivial matters."

"Hurry up and do the questions above so we can move on to the next step."

“Is this a small matter…?”

Reinhard couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

As expected, Teacher Se Lian is Teacher Se Lian, who can call things like proficiency tests trivial.

But that's true, otherwise how could Teacher Seren become the master of the Origin School? Even that strange knight Jeremiah who specializes in hunting witches is no match for him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, picked up the scroll and took a quick look at it.

The delicate and beautiful font above is the topic of this test, but the content is not too difficult.

Basically, they were all taught in class, and they were all related to the origin of pyroxene magic, as well as some basic theories of pyroxene magic, which he had already memorized.

However, just as he placed the scroll on the chair and prepared to start writing, Se Lian's voice came again.

"Reinhardt, do you enjoy answering from a chair?"

"Eh?"

He was stunned for a moment, looked down at the somewhat old chair, and then looked up at Se Lian.