In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 32 Alexia

"Miss Rebecca is here today."

"What are you doing?"

Lane frowned.

"Meow!"

Rebecca put down the cow cat and stood up neatly.

The petite body was straight, and the delicate face showed a solemn expression. The pupils staring at Ryan's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke slowly.

"My mentor, I want to see you."

Ryan didn't see such a serious look on the girl's face, even when facing the evil god and knowing that she was about to be selected as the executor of the "Valkyrie" plan.

More, it is calm and indifferent.

"Your tutor?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

This title is quite common in the Alchemy Temple, even if it is a place with a strong academic atmosphere such as the "Academic Department", the R&D Department, Equipment Department, and even the "Demon Hunting Organization" all have the tradition of bringing the old with the new.

That is, members of the older generation pass on their knowledge and professionalism to the "students" of the next generation.

The Alchemy Temple advocates "inclusiveness", the academic atmosphere is full of flowers, and there are many schools of thought. It is a paradise for a group of Frankensteins to pursue their "ideals".

In order to carry out their own research, naturally, the Frankensteins are extremely concerned about "inheritance" and "education", and hope that their research can be improved step by step until they change the world.

Ke Ryan remembered that freshmen did not have the right to "choose a teacher". Only after entering the sophomore year and the students began to choose the field they would like to cultivate in the future, did they send applications to their tutors in the corresponding departments.

"I lost my memory of before I was 7 years old."

"The witch hunt agency picked me up, and I've been living in the church ever since."

Rebecca saw Ryan's doubts and explained:
"My mentor, he was the first to discover that I am not human."

"He laid the foundation for me when I was very young. He even led the [Nemesis Project] to make me No. 1."

Rebecca spoke lightly.

Ryan frowned.

He stood up.

The person who has the right to designate Rebecca as the executor of the "Nemesis Project" is obviously a senior member of the Alchemy Temple.

The upper echelon of the church sent Rebecca to come to invite her personally. Can Ryan refuse to give this face?
"Before I go, can I ask a question?"

Ryan walked to the bedroom.

"Say."

"Your mentor wants to see me, why?"

"It's not because the student's quota was robbed, are you going to show me some color?"

Ryan's hand was already on the doorknob, but Rebecca's next answer made his movements suddenly stiff.

"He's very happy."

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Alexia Heisenberg is a wise and kind British old man.

Even if he is over a hundred years old, his hair is still black and shiny, with an extremely neat long beard, and his face eroded by wind and frost can't obliterate his youthful beauty.

There are rich feelings and emotions deep in his heart, and these feelings seem to be condensed in his deep eyes.

His approachable smile is very amiable and always makes people feel warm and comfortable.

Although he only wears plain checked shirts and jeans, with no extravagant clothing, jewelry or watches, his learned yet unassuming demeanor leaves no doubt about his demeanor.

When he explained his field knowledge in the lecture hall, his deep voice made the audience feel at ease and serene.

At the same time, his broad and in-depth exploration of the field of knowledge, as well as his positive, open, and elegant attitude towards things all convinced the audience.

These elements are naturally presented in him, which makes people see the perfect interpretation of scholarly demeanor.

All of the above were shattered when Ryan walked into a dim office and saw the figure behind the simple desk.

The old man was wearing a linen shirt with the sleeves pulled up to the elbow. The muscles on the forearm were clearly visible. He had a cheap cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

The cramped room was filled with smoke, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

A piece of soft suede was being held in a hand that was dry and rough, with prominent blue-purple meridians.Under his meticulous maintenance, the alchemy knives look extraordinary in texture.

The captivating sharpness seems to cut off the burning candle.

The complex and distorted patterns outline unrecognizable characters one after another, which makes people want to find out.

Yes.

How can the person who can teach Rebecca be a kind-hearted old scholar?
The ones on the academic exchange forum can't be tmd trolls, right?
Ryan couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"Ooh!"

"Little Rebecca, you're back."

Heisenberg stubbed out his cigarette, a smile appeared on his old face.

Looking at Ryan behind Rebecca with deep eyes, he smiled even wider. He put down the ancient alchemy knife and suede in his hands, picked up a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the table, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

The old man seemed to be able to hear Ryan's heart.

“Someone once said to me: “We know other people also by whether they show us or hide the real side of themselves. "

Heisenberg's voice is pure and deep.

"Ryan, I am very good at showing my [scholar] side in front of students, not a crazy witcher."

The old man raised his hand, motioning for Ryan to sit on the armchair opposite the desk.

Put your hands together under your jaw.

At this moment, he seemed to be the "Professor Alexia" respected by everyone in the academic forum.

Rebecca piled the alchemy classics piled on the sofa on the ground, then lazily lay down on the soft cushion, pulled out the famous alchemy book named "Mirror of Truth", hugged the pillow, and flipped through it boredly. book.

"professor."

Ryan bent over Heisenberg, and then sat down carelessly.

The old man didn't care about etiquette, he just wanted to chat and learn about the magic power of the monster named Ryan Winster.

"I was surprised when I saw the video sent by Victor."

"I didn't expect such a special [Abyss Race] to exist in the world, and it was picked up by our church."

"Son, you did an excellent job."

"Such performance is enough to change the candidates for [Nemesis Project]."

The old man cut straight to the point.

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"Professor, I have always had a doubt."

Ryan frowned.

"You said."

"In this mission, although I performed well, Miss Rebecca is also excellent."

"Compared to me, who joined the Alchemy Church not long ago, Rebecca lived in the Holy Church since she was a child, and the Holy Church should trust her more."

"Why did the [Nemesis Project] change so hastily?"

Ryan asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time.

Heisenberg poured Ryan a cup of fruit tea.

Hearing the latter's words, Heisenberg couldn't help but laugh.

After a while, the old man held a sweet fruit tea and said to Ryan with a smile: "The answer is in your question."

"Because we are the Alchemy Temple."

(End of this chapter)