Chapter 154： Check in

I heard the words of the gray-clothed person, and the apprentice apprentices sitting in the last row of the group entered the state of the three-view collapse.

They didn't expect that the teachers who seemed to be highly respected and even very dangerous had these strange hobbies in private.

"Even if there are many non-academic discussions in the Owl Penpal Association, it is also the meaning of this pen pal..."

The Greys ripped open the glamorous coat of the Owl Penpal Society, reminding everyone that this pen pal is a name for 'magic research,' but actually a bunch of magicians gather to talk about some of them in real life. I dare not say anything.

"Of course, the significance of the owl pen pals is to communicate on this, which is much easier than the sage council held by the old man in white robes."

As the founder of the Owl Penpal Association, the Greys can certainly not deny the contribution of the Owl Penpals for so many years.

"Why do you want to dissolve the Owl Penpal Association?"

There have been new questions raised, and a part of Nolan's most unsettled caster has gathered here, facing the classrooms that are discussed below.

Grey-clothers can only take a tougher and direct means to calm them down.

He used magic to directly condense everything he saw in his eyes into a solid body, and a form made of pure white light emerged in front of the gray-clothed.

The owl feather, which was manipulated by the inscription of the order, erased the line of the ‘owl pen pals’ above the classroom and replaced it with a new piece of text.

Caster Forum.

"This is why I am going to disband."

The voice of the gray coat echoed clearly in the ears of every caster.

This morning, the gray-shirter received a letter from an owl. The content of the letter is very simple, that is, 'crushing the original spar', the signature is the chaotic demon he once met at the World Expo.

After the gray-clother spent more than an hour figuring out the role of the ‘Spreader Forum’, he wrote a letter directly to all members of the Owl Penpal Association to hold this final meeting.

"This is the holy light system... rumor magic?"

Several casters associate magic with similar abilities, using magic to communicate text messages to each other.

"Proverbs of God? This thing is much more great than rumoring magic. It is far greater than any magic so far. Those bans on war are not enough."

The Greys have already entered a section of the Caster's Forum called 'Magic Research', which has only three posts.

One of the posts was written ‘On how to build a communication means far beyond the letter’.

"This... this is the 257th discussion of the Owl Penpal Association!"

The caster recognized this familiar title, which was once an issue written by the Greys.

"I have already expressed the flaws in the transmission of letters in this issue. In the process of transmission, the letters are damaged and lost... Every letter that records the subject disappears, which is a painful loss for us."

A gray old man’s letter suddenly appeared in his hand.

The letter has experienced the erosion of rain and the erosion of dust. Now it can only barely see the broken content written from the corner of the letter, that is, ‘Owl Penpals will be the 72nd...’.

“But this new communication method called the ‘caster forum’ will never happen like this...”

The eyes of the gray-clothers swept through everyone below.

"You can continue to put the girls in the forum to lie to the innocent mage apprentices, to send some dangerous alchemy formulas, or to mock a guy's experimental failure! This is the new communication means I have always hoped for, more It can even be said to be a brand new world."

The gray-shirter’s speech just finished, and the post he showed has a new reply.

The user name of the reply is ‘Berner Scholar’, and the content is ‘etc. etc... Explain what is going on to be a girl? ’

This new pop-up reply was seen by anyone at the venue.

In particular, the instructor named Viper was even stiffer as if to reveal his fangs, and the casters who were present kept looking around the classroom.

Obviously, the person who can ask such a question must be one of them, but unfortunately they can't find the corresponding person through the strange name of ‘Bee Scholar.’

‘Sansha... Are you afraid that the instructor will continue to deduct the scores of your anti-curse course? ’

Herlan found the culprit in the first place and began to use the virtual keyboard to type and persuade his friends not to die.

‘The user agreement does not mean that this is a world where everyone is equal... and no one knows who I am. ’

The only thing Sansha sees in the agreement is this one.

‘The agreement also said that the release of dangerous speech, insulting others will seriously deprive the right to log in to the magic net forever, and perhaps their reputation in the real world will also be affected. ’

Although Herlan has not been in contact with Qiao Xiu for a long time, since this is what Joshua has made, the chaotic demon will definitely hold the control of the world.

For humans, in this virtual world of magic nets, everyone is equal, but this equal condition does not apply to the **** who created this world.

This time, Sansha is equivalent to a reply, and it is very direct to tell all the people present. The discussion of the caster forum is real-time!

You don't need to send a letter like an owl pen pal, and you won't receive a new reply after one to six months.

In the caster forum, it only takes a few minutes to get a new response.

"Well, is there anyone else who disagrees? Even if there is a dissent owl pen pal will be dissolved, it is time to give my old buddies a vacation and let them have a good rest."

The emergence of the Caster Forum, the existence of the Owl Penpal Association did not make any sense.

The gray-shirter gave a sigh, just as the carriage would eventually be replaced by those magic-driven vehicles, and the stationery would eventually become an old thing.

Just as the gray-shirter sighed, a new post popped up in the forum.

‘Owl pen pal will sign in. ‘Poster: The person who passed the fire.

When the sitting caster saw the post, all stood silently.

"Rursk, for so long, you have not told us how to use this forum."

"Wait..."

The gray-clothed people raised their hands and let them not worry. They clicked on the post. After reading the post written by the person who passed the fire, the first time gave a reply to the 'check-in' and successfully grabbed the sofa for this post. .