Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 56 The Fire Scholar

With thin arms folded and fingers tapped at elbows, the scholar paused for a moment.

"Personal suggestion, reintegration is a shortcut. Sticking to the old rules is not pedantic. The thorns on the road have been cut for you by predecessors. Your own safety is always the first priority, although many of our companions have ignored this point."

"In terms of facts, the advantages of innovation are indeed obvious, but Mr. Epidemic Doctor, exploring the mystery is not a competition that cannot be lost. Being cautious is a good character. I hope you can assess the risks well."

"I would also sincerely congratulate you if you managed to go the other way."

Lyle looked at the egg in his hand, and saw that he had one more road than ordinary people, one was a broad avenue, the other was an invisible winding road, unwarranted danger and unwarranted excitement.

"So, Mr. Scholar, what do I need to do if I want to reintegrate?"

"You don't have to do anything. You and it are a divided whole. Whether it is natural law or fate, the fusion of the two is destined. If you properly improve your spellcasting level, it will definitely play a good role in promoting."

Mr. Julong patted the scholar on the shoulder, "I thought you would be a little happier, after all, the epidemic doctor accepted your suggestion."

The scholar turned around, returned to his seat, and took out a scroll at random to start recording, "I just conveyed my experience to the epidemic doctor in what I think is the right way, and it is enough to be able to help, and it's up to people to listen. God's will, until the end, I will always reserve my opinion."

"Old friend, you are an old mage through and through."

"Yes, timid as a mouse, unable to change, bad old man."

"You hate them?"

"No, their success speaks to the validity of these insights, but not necessarily what I need."

"Stubborn old man."

"I hate rude young men, and I hate rude old men."

"Hahaha, let me know what you said last time, can I join, literally, join you?" Mr. Julong rubbed his palms, his two-meter-tall body tried to squat down, it was difficult looked directly at the scholar.

"They will only be more stubborn than me, and they will not meet the hard conditions. Your wishes will only fail, dragon, you are trying what you can't do."

"I'll do it, one day..."

"In some ways, you fit the word stubborn better than I do."

"That's why we became friends."

There was a dull laugh from behind the scholar's mask, and he left the fur-covered chair back and was about to start his work with a pen.

"By the way, dragon, before you came, I used a little means to get rid of a vigorous young lady, so you may be cursed by witches recently. Of course, this is the worst plan."

"Really?" Mr. Julong has little opinion on the bad consequences mentioned by scholars. Regarding the attack on the soul, Julong is an expert in manipulating these. "You have something to do with the new members?"

"Yes, when I was young, I interfered with several witch trials outside, you know, I have a talent for this, maybe among those new members, there are a few survivors, and now they are pestering me, want to give me one The title of honorary witch mother, I..."

"Scholar, you have enough titles, but this one I think will be the weirdest one, a witch mother."

"You can remove your opinion. They feel that giving such a title is a repayment. I am willing to pay for them to receive a certain knowledge education, if they want."

"They might turn the teacher into a goat halfway through their studies."

Lyle and the dragon left Mr. Scholar's room, watching the door melt into the wall.

"It seems that he doesn't want to see guests for a short time. Let's go back, Epidemic Doctor. I'm glad you can accept the scholar's advice."

"Because Mr. Scholar really helped me, I wondered who those who were at odds with Mr. Scholar were, just curious."

"Higher Magic Research Society. Mr. Apocalypse once had a big quarrel with scholars. Because of the disagreement of ideas, he quit and founded Advanced Magic Research Institute. Scholars are the authority of traditional magic. His way of thinking is similar to traditional mages, not like Tianqi. So jumping off and jumping, I originally thought it was just a farce, but Apocalypse proved himself. He ridiculed his mentor, maybe it really hurt him. The scholar resigned from the post of the Magic Research Society and chose In this small room, while studying magic, I provide some simple answering services, as well as teaching work.”

"Pandemic doctors, scholars are not pedantic. Maybe the higher magic research has proved them correct with their own achievements, but this does not mean the failure of scholars. He has educated the most trans-generational mage in this century, and even changed the mage. The concept of the word. The scholar is not stuck to the old rules, he is the creator of many new spells, he is indeed an inventor, but the apocalypse has raised the upper limit of the word invention. The difference between the two is that the scholar is more inclined to advance steadily, while Apocalypse likes technological explosions, massive technological advancements.”

"I see, Mr. Scholar is an amazing person."

"It was an honor to befriend him. But it's always fun to think that he'll be the new witch mother."

"Mr. Scholar said it was their thanks."

"Yes, he used to talk to me about the old days, especially when he pretended to be a witch to be burned at the stake."

[You know, dragon.It's very simple, just need a long messy hair and a ragged robe, stuff the cotton wool into the clothes, apply a few mud on the face, and those knights who are not as good as blind will perform a so-called witch on you. trial.You will see the ignorance of this age on the top of the firewood, and see the sinful sons of Adam and Eve come together, as if stealing the forbidden fruit called wisdom is a deception, their heads are full of straw, but in reality Not even a few crows can drive away, not even a scarecrow.I saw their cheers when my clothes were on fire, they thought it would please their gods, but gods weren't on their side, they stood like logs when I was unscathed in the flames In place, like a third-rate actor who lost his script, as if it were a matter of course that I got burned.I put a few small flames on their clothes, watched these idiots run wild, set more things on fire, and finally I put out the flames, looked at them covered in dust, and left with their heads held high. 】

"Mr. Scholar's talent is flame immunity. Everyone has a young age, and he will act recklessly and enjoy grudges. It is said that in the towns he has visited, witch hunts have been significantly reduced, because those people know that there is a price to pay for rashly participating. , scholars have indirectly saved many innocent women, and he deserves the honor of the witch mother. Although I prefer his other title."

"what is that?"

"Dragon Priest."

(End of this chapter)