Chapter 153： Dissolution

Nolan High School of Magic.

Herlan and her best friend rushed back to the college from the White Jinghua Theatre. She had a very important lesson in the afternoon.

A brand new course is taught by the sergeant Rulsk, the dean of the High School of Magic!

The sorcerer Lurk, who is standing at the apex of all the casters of Nolan, is able to personally listen to the lectures of a great sage, and is an exciting thing for every caster apprentice.

The power of the caster comes from the inscription, and the inscriptions that come from are somewhat derived from their knowledge of the world.

The knowledge imparted by the gray-clother Ruslk can definitely awaken many new inscriptions after understanding.

No one will refuse this class.

Herlan was fortunate enough to qualify for this class by his status as a top student at the Nolan High School of Magic.

However, she found that she did not have the heart to care about this class. The reason was that her friend Sansha took her to the Baijinghua Theatre in the morning and saw a ‘small gift’ that was harvested after “This Devil is Not Cool”.

"Herland I already have the identity of this forum... have you registered yet?"

Sansa stared at Herrland's white interface, and the first line of the interface wrote the four-word ‘caster forum user agreement’.

When she first used the Magic Net, she had long been eager to try it out herself because she found something new that transcends her cognition.

As for the user agreement that has grown to ten and a half pages, Sansa wants to agree without thinking.

Herlan really took the ten-and-a-half-page user agreement seriously! This is a cherished species that is on the planet and is extinct.

"The source of this new magic of Sansa is very complicated, whether it is the use of steps or restrictions."

After hearing the user agreement, Herlan chose to agree.

"Isn't it a magic that can be used to chat casually? I just want to use this question to ask the flower of Farosi. I thought the movie of the Black Swan Theatre was as boring as their stage play, but I didn't expect... Well……"

Sansha was able to buy the original spar that could log in to the magic net by spending a silver coin on the gimmick that could communicate with the flower of Farosi.

When she recalled the story of "This devil is not too cold," the mood seemed to be somewhat out of control.

"It's far more horrible than chatting..."

Herlan handed her handkerchief to Sansa and said.

She is also a person who has learned programming with Joe. She is more able to understand the meaning and value of Magic Net than other apprentice apprentices.

But the two apprentices who were sitting in the back of the classroom had not whispered for a long time, and the figure that walked in from the door of the classroom immediately closed their mouths.

It was a middle-aged man with a height of only one meter six. His eyes glanced at the entire classroom like reptiles. This cold eyes made all the apprentices hold their mouths.

‘How can the voodoo school’s viper tutor be here? This class should have nothing to do with the curse...’

Sansa carefully knocked out the word on the screen in front of her with a virtual keyboard that she just learned.

'do not know. ’

Herlan also responded to her in the same way.

The tutor, known as the viper, snorted and sat directly in the front row of the classroom.

‘The old man in the system of inscriptions on the inflammation, I guess his test failed yesterday. ’

Sansha soon saw another instructor walk into it, the most striking thing was the explosive head hairstyle on his head.

Another teacher's mentor sat in the front row.

At this time, Herlan found that there were not many apprentices in the real sense of the classroom where two or three hundred people could be seated. A large part of the audience was dressed in strange costumes.

This is a dozen or so apprentice apprentices who have been thoroughly bitter.

They thought that this class was the headmaster personally coming to class. The result was not only the principal, but even their teaching director, class teacher, and even all the teachers were sitting next to them.

‘The Archbishop of the Unwanted...’

Sansha looked at the sly figure and didn't know what to say.

After the unwanted person entered the classroom, there was no space in the entire classroom. A caster apprentice sitting at the front of the classroom seemed to recognize the archbishop of the holy country.

The apprentice stood up in fear and wanted to give the position to the unintentional. The unintentional man just patted his shoulder and shook his head, then stood on the side with a cane.

Although this class is one of Nolan's greatest magicians... the gray-shirter is a tutor.

But his student lineup is too luxurious!

"The gray clothes are coming."

Herlan said with a voice that only she and Sansa could hear.

The long wait finally ushered in and finally ushered in the arrival of the gray clothes.

The dress of the Archmage who has the position of the sage in Nolan still makes people look straight and frown.

Whether it is the dirty white robes or the feathers of several owls on the head, it is like a poor wild wizard.

"Cough, I noticed something unexpected. It seems that I confused my first programming class with this meeting, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, it should be there, and I shouldn't be there."

The gray-clothed man cleared his throat, and his voice and temperament absolutely did not match the majestic and wise masters.

"I brought you together just to announce one thing."

The gray-clothed man drew an inscription with his finger. The feather of an owl on his head suddenly flew up and wrote a line in the air.

‘Owl pen pals will be officially dissolved today! ’

After the line appeared in midair, the casters sitting in the classroom position had a commotion.

"Rursk... The pen pal has been going on for so many years, and the work of the owl station is also normal. What do you mean by suddenly announceing the dissolution of the pen pal?"

Soon the news was questioned, and all the casters present were senior members of the Owl Penpal Association.

The caster who questioned was the poisonous snake instructor who was respected by the apprentices.

"The communication in the Owl Penpal Association has provided a lot of inspiration and experience for the magic research of many of us. So suddenly announced the dissolution... Rolsk, it seems that something is wrong."

"Net his mother's nonsense, the poisonous snake don't think I don't know! You put the girl in the letter to deceive the feelings of the young caster! This vicious face I have condemned several times in several letters, and the fire The old man, do you write everything you have in your letter? The formula for the alchemy is all about making unstable explosives!"

As the most senior member of the entire Owl Penpal Association, the gray-clothed person said the substantive qualities of this pen-pallet in a few words.