I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 51 You are quite a nice person

Wizarding Academy.

On the ground floor, the cultivation room.

Professor Armstrong sat dejectedly in his chair, his gray eyebrows drooping, and his whole body was filled with sadness.

"Why am I so unlucky?"

"No! It's a blessing among misfortunes that there were no student casualties! Thanks to Anlos, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous."

However, even though he was comforting himself, Armstrong still couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

Look up and look at the greenhouse separated by special glass.

The lush greenery inside made Armstrong's eyes show love, as if he were looking at his own thriving child.

But then he became frustrated again.

Because no one recognized his research results.

Such as "too easy to use" healing potions, trees with eyeballs growing out, flowers with split mouths, etc.

Once, when he showed these proud works to Principal Gabriel, he got a strange glance from the principal:
"Are you breeding nightmare creatures?"

Suddenly, Armstrong was struck by lightning and was hit hard, and he never recovered.

——Although, he never "roused" himself.

After spending decades at the academy, his salary was the same as Principal Gabriel's face.

It hasn't changed at all.

"Ugh"

Thinking of this, Professor Armstrong sighed again, his chubby body lying on the table, causing the table to "squeak".

"What should I do? Such a big thing has happened. Let alone a salary increase, I will definitely be punished."

He seemed to see gold coins with Princess Nymeria's profile printed on them, following history and disappearing into the purse.

Not only that.

It is estimated that at least this term, no student will sign up to be his assistant.

"It would be great if Anlos could be my assistant. Haha, just kidding."

"What do you want, Professor Armstrong?"

Armstrong subconsciously replied: "Want to be my assistant - wow!"

He jumped up suddenly, staring at Anlos Tian who suddenly appeared in front of him, his heart pounding.

It's like an instinctive warning when danger is approaching.

"Haha," Anlos pursed his lips and chuckled, "Why are you reacting so hard? Am I scary?"

"No, no, of course you're not scary, Anlos!" Armstrong quickly explained, "I was just thinking about something."

He changed the subject.

“What’s the matter with you coming to see me——”

"Ah, I understand. You are here to speak for the principal, right? Didn't the principal look for you just now?"

Thinking of this, the corners of Armstrong's reluctantly raised mouth fell down again, feeling extremely disappointed.

Anros suppressed his laughter and said slowly and clearly:
"I came here to ask you if I can be your assistant."

"Okay I'll pay for it - what?"

Armstrong looked up suddenly.

He looked at Anlos blankly, as if he suddenly suffered from Alzheimer's disease, and stammered:

"I'm sorry, what did you say just now?"

"I said," Anlos smiled, "I'm here to apply to be your assistant, Professor Armstrong."

"——Goddess of Destiny! What did I hear?!"

Armstrong jumped up, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Really? Do you really want to be my assistant, Anlos?"

Armstrong asked eagerly, suddenly becoming nervous again.

Could it be that the principal said something to Anlos? For example, named Assistant? Actually surveillance?

No, no, no, you can't doubt a good boy like that!

However, after all, his supervision was not good and it almost led to a tragedy.

Seeing Professor Armstrong's expression changing every second, Anlos couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Don't overthink it, Professor Armstrong. I really want to be your assistant out of my own will."

Out of what was left of his conscience.

Professor Armstrong, who gets involved in trouble every time, is so pitiful.

Make some compensation.

"Also, I like your research very much. To be honest, it plays a big role in nightmares."

"Really!"

Armstrong's eyes immediately lit up and he was moved:
"You are such a kind boy, Anlos! Nowadays, there are not many pure good people like you."

Hearing this, Anlos raised the corners of his mouth, nodded and said:

"Yes, I also think I am a good person."

This was also his answer to Principal Gabriel without hesitation.

Nonsense, he works so hard to kill bad guys, isn’t he a good guy!

Now, the remains of cultists are still buried in his nightmares.

As fertilizer for rose ladies.

After a long silence, Professor Armstrong seemed to realize what had happened, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're willing to be my assistant!"

He paced back and forth excitedly, pulling his few hairs, and his whole body was filled with great joy.

"By the way," Armstrong stopped suddenly and asked nervously and fearfully, "Uh, Mr. Principal, didn't he say anything to me?"

"No." Anlos shook his head, paused, and then said, "This has nothing to do with you in the first place. You are just a victim."

"hey-hey."

Armstrong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled honestly at the culprit.

Anlos: "However, the principal asked you to find another meditation pattern."

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With a flick of the brush, Armstrong shrank again.

Can we finish talking once and for all, kid?
Anlos looked at the interesting Professor Armstrong with a smile and a pure expression.

"However, I have to find another one," Armstrong said. "After I witnessed that horrific scene, I can no longer meditate with that pattern."

Anlos thought for a while: "What exactly is a meditation pattern, Professor Armstrong?"

"The so-called meditation pattern is a symbolic symbol of a certain power."

"For example, [Blue Fairy's Breath] is to engrave the blue fairy's spiritual breath and draw a pattern in your mind to borrow power from it."

"This kind of symbol that directly engraves movements is a relatively simple symbol. It is easy to control and has little side effects on the human body. However, it is not strong in mobilizing mana and has little suppression force."

"Generally, after being promoted to a certain level, meditation patterns will be replaced with more dangerous, difficult to control, but also more powerful."

"Oh," Anros understood, "In other words, [Blue Fairy's Breath] is just an entry-level one."

"Yes, it is also the safest one." Professor Armstrong nodded, troubled, "Hey, where can I find another meditation pattern? There will be no substitute in a short time."

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Anlos pursed his lips.

A very, very bold idea gradually emerged in my mind.

"Perhaps." He suppressed his excitement and suggested calmly, "Can I provide one?"

Since meditation is borrowing power from a certain existence.

Then can his nightmare power be loaned out?
Become – a meditation pattern?
(End of this chapter)