Episode 565
“I just arrived. Aren’t your ears more clogged than that?”
“sorry. “I guess I couldn’t hear you because I was tired.”
“Well. “You need to take good care of your health.”
Professor Verdus lightly admonished Lee Han.
“I can’t help it because there are so many lectures to take.”
“okay?”
“I wonder if the professor would reduce the homework. “Then wouldn’t it be possible to take care of one’s health?”
“uh. “That’s not possible.”
Lee Han smiled calmly as if he wasn’t expecting anything.
“So what’s going on?”
“ah. that’s right. “I was originally going to ask you to prepare for the final exam.”
Professor Verdus opened his mouth as if he remembered something.
“But Professor Garcia is stopping me from doing it!”
“Oh my!”
“Isn’t it strange, really?”
“okay!”
“yes!”
Professor Verdus grumbled.
“It wasn’t like that when I was a student. Professor Garcia has also changed.”
“Oh my!”
“So, what do you mean?”
“okay!”
“huh?”
‘Oops.’
Lee Han answered ‘that’ and ‘that’s right’ over and over again and then realized he was a beat too fast.
Fortunately, the dull Professor Verdus did not notice.
“Professor Garcia, can you persuade me? “Professor Garcia listens to you.”
“Oh my!”
“okay. Please.”
“I will try my best, but Professor Garcia is a strict person, so there is no guarantee that he will listen to what I say.”
‘I should never say that.’
Lee Han had no intention of persuading Professor Garcia.
Who is it that persuades you to do something like that?
“Well, Professor Garcia is strict.”
“okay.”
“He broke the artifact force field with his fist.”
“Oh my! …No, what on earth did you do to get punched?”
“You didn’t do anything!”
Professor Verdus grumbled as if he was aggrieved and took out a bag from his pocket. A familiar jingling noise was heard from inside the heavy-looking bag. It was a beautiful sound made when a silver coin and a gold coin collided.
“At best, I’ve been selling artifacts and exchanging them.”
“What is this?”
“uh? You said it in the punishment room back then. “Have you already forgotten?”
Professor Verdus looked worried about Lee Han’s intelligence.
“…Wait a minute, is this really exam preparation compensation?”
Senior Kettle, a graduate, grabbed Professor Verdus by the collar and made him swear for the rights of his juniors.
Don’t force someone to do something, pay for it when you do it…
“huh.”
“Where did you get it??”
“I sold a few artifacts.”
“No… uh… can I sell it?”
Lee Han paused.
I liked gold and silver coins, but I started to question whether I could really sell them.
Professor Verdus also paused at those words.
“uh. Was it not allowed to be sold? wait for a sec.”
“……”
“Now that I think about it, I think Gonadaltes told me not to sell it.”
“Oh my.”
“But you don’t have to get caught, right?”
“okay.”
Lee Han nodded.
I was surprised, but when I thought about it, Professor Verdus was right.
And if Professor Verdus is caught, what does it matter to Lee Han?
‘The principal will take care of it.’
“Then, Professor. “If I help you prepare for your final exams, will this cute, adorable bag of silver coins become my property?”
“Wardanaz. “You feel bad.”
Professor Verdus looked at Lee Han in disgust.
Sometimes, among artifact craftsmen, there are people who give names to artifacts and talk lovingly to them, but Professor Verdus was not that type.
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“All right. “Anyway, you’re giving it to me, right?”
“But Professor Garcia said no? “I like listening to Professor Garcia.”
‘What on earth did you do?’
Lee Han was curious about how Professor Garcia persuaded Professor Verdus.
“But I’ll try to convince you again.”
“Then please do me a favor.”
Professor Verdus took out a dagger from his pocket. Judging by the complex magical structure, it was an artifact with more than one magic.
“Take this.”
“oh. thank you.”
Lee Han was slightly surprised by Professor Verdus’ gift.
Thanks to Senior Kettle, Professor Verdus’s generosity seemed to have become generous.
You’re giving me not only a bag of money but also a gift like this?
“Tell the students to make this today.”
“…professor. You must come to the classroom. And ordering this is separate.”
“what!? really!?”
* * *
“Uh, aren’t the freshman final exams a bit boring?”
Coholti visited Professor Mortum’s workshop and was puzzled by the final exam questions.
Originally, the first-year final exam involved a variety of complex black magic, such as summoning undead, bones/poison/dark elements, and curses.
It was a test that tested the skills of freshmen who would begin their journey of dark magic in their second year, and ultimately strengthened their resolve.
However, the test was too simple for that.
There was even a thick wad of paper piled up on the desk behind Professor Mortum. Looking at the question written above, it was clear that it was a test question.
From the following, choose a creature that lives in the undead world…
Of course, this could also be called a test, but it was true that it was boring.
Coholty wondered why these problems existed.
Professor Mortum played with his quill and answered with a chuckle.
“You say that when you almost blew off the foundation of your school during the last midterm exam?”
“……”
“……”
The Black Magic School students in the workshop blushed and lowered their heads.
Some people looked at Coholti with resentment.
‘Why do you have to bring up such a topic?’
‘Senior, don’t you notice?’
“…sorry.”
“Cough. And you said that when you made your junior beg for reagents?”
“I’m really sorry!!!”
Coholty threw away all the dignity of a fourth grader and lowered his posture.
Even if you were a 4th grader, this was a mistake that was bound to ruin your face.
“I just need to know. “Help me with my problem.”
“yes…”
A fourth-grade student who was ashamed of his past sat in front of the table and combined poison.
“Ankle grabber?”
“yes.”
It was a relatively peaceful poison that made you slow down your steps.
Coholti completed the combination of poisons in one move.
“What next?”
“Bone meat is poison.”
It was a powerful poison that forcibly stimulated bone regeneration and brought parts of the body close to destruction.
Coholti completed the poison with two operations and one reagent addition.
“next?”
“Ahrak’s red poison.”
Ahrak was one of the Empire’s warlocks who was famous for his poison.
Although he was unable to overcome the poison he created and turned into a handful of blood and met a tragic end, there were still many warlocks who respected Ahrak.
Coholti groaned and waved his wand carefully. If Ahrak’s red poison was made incorrectly, it could cause blood to pour from the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth for a whole week.
“done. …wait for a sec. Why are we making this? “Why are you using this for the final exam?”
Coholti, who was making it, then felt something strange.
Delet, who came out after finishing work inside, explained it for me.
“That’s for today’s lecture, not the final exam. “I need to teach them about poison magic, but there are juniors who have strong resistance.”
“ah. “There was a giant mixed race junior, right?”
One of the students opened his mouth as if he remembered something.
“It’s the Black Turtle Tower, right? Hehehe. “It went very well.”
“hey. “Don’t pass your fight on to your juniors.”
Delet gave a light warning.
Even when rain falls from the sky, the students at each tower say, ‘It’s raining because of those Blue Dragon Tower bastards!’ ‘No, it’s raining because of the experiments of the White Tiger Tower guys!’ ‘Everyone is wrong, Black Turtle Tower…’ They bickered and fought like this.
And that didn’t really change even as the years passed and the grades went up.
There was no way that each of the top students, who were fiercely competitive, would not compete with their juniors. The giant mixed race junior was a very strong force.
“And I’m not a guy who likes to fight.”
“It can’t be. “Where is the half-giant who doesn’t like fighting?”
“Since you are learning black magic, you will dig up the graveyard and eat the corpses.”
“No… well, it’s not like that…”
The junior who heard what Delet said was very upset.
“I only dug up graves and stole bodies, but I never ate them. “Not even a ghoul.”
“That’s not the point… that’s not the point. done. Anyway, don’t talk nonsense to your juniors. “I’m really worried that I’ll be so busy that it’ll be hard to see you guys starting next year.”
“oh. Seniors. Are you going to be promoted to 5th grade?”
“okay. “I decided.”
Delet spoke in a slightly tired voice.
In Einrogard, there were quite a few people who completed their studies in the 2nd or 3rd year depending on personal circumstances, but those who wanted to seriously explore the study of magic as wizards usually completed up to the 4th year.
After completing the fourth year, you will now be able to pioneer your own path with the wisdom and knowledge you have accumulated.
However, among them, some unfortunate ones, or rather those who were hungrier for wisdom and knowledge than others, would advance to the 5th grade.
By helping teachers with their work, we pursue a higher level together.
Of course, it was not an easy choice.
I was so busy that I felt nauseous just by being in the 4th grade.
Most of the students who were active on campus at Einrogard were the third year students, but the fourth year students were busy focusing on magic ahead of graduation.
If 4th grade is like this, how painful and terrible can 5th grade be?
And even more difficult than that were things other than magic.
This was because the 5th graders were now closer to the traditional concept of Jeokjeon disciple (嫡傳弟子).
Before the empire’s magic schools established a group education system, wizards on the continent passed down enlightenment through a much more primitive education method.
This was the old method of one-on-one tutoring between an eccentric teacher and a poor student that often appears in fairy tales.
Of course, this method had many adverse effects. I could tell just by looking at the number of disciples who immediately killed their teacher. As wizards’ level increases, their humanity becomes inversely proportional.
However, Einrogard’s fifth grade reminded me of an old concept that has disappeared: the enemy disciple.
As can be seen from the fact that the professor said that only qualified students should advance to the 5th grade, these 5th grade students were definitely worthy of being called qualified students.
“Are you okay?”
“The professor must be asking you to do a lot of work!”
“Cough. “Cough.”
The number of things that disciples usually have to do has increased tremendously.
To the extent that managing a professor’s other students is one of the easiest tasks.
So far, I have been researching new, completely different magic, presenting papers to the imperial academic world (and creating presentation materials), requesting grants and managing research funds, and participating in external presentations…
If someone like Professor Verdus were my teacher, it would be hell of hell.
“Professor Mortum is fine.”
“thanks. Delet.”
Professor Mortum glared at the other students. They were bastards who did not know grace.
“And I’m more worried about magic research than the professor’s work. “I might not be able to show my face all year long.”
“We will find you!”
“Knock, call.”
Professor Mortum coughed in bewilderment.
“Are you seriously calling that support?”
“it’s okay. everyone. Stop worrying about me. What I want to say is, I’m worried about you guys. When my juniors come in, I treat them well. Even if it’s another tower, don’t bother.”
“And don’t be bullied by your juniors.”
Coholti spoke up. The students who heard that tilted their heads, wondering what he was talking about.
‘What do you mean?’
“What Coholti says… is true. <Ahrak’s Red Poison> Are you done?”
“for a moment. Mr. Direth. I almost forgot, but no matter how much of a half-giant you are, <Ahrak’s Red Poison> will be too harsh. “Wouldn’t another poison be better?”
“You don’t have to worry. “The poison I will give to Ymirg is bone poison.”
“ah. okay.”
The student who answered and sat down suddenly stopped.
‘what?’
Then who are you trying to feed <Ahrak’s Red Poison> to?
