Chapter 785 Beast Taming Class
Garen deliberately chose a secluded spot, standing mid-air, and borrowed a sword, focusing intently on tracking Ilias's whereabouts.
"Ilias, it's no fun if you keep hiding like this," Garen called out.
His voice echoed through the mountains, but still, there was no response.
"I want to see how long you can hide!"
Garen understood well that in a battle between Soulmancers, a single move could determine the winner. It was likely that Ilias was hiding somewhere, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.
At such a time, he knew he must not lose his composure; he just needed to calm down and watch for changes.
If the enemy doesn't move, neither do I!
Alexios shared Garen's thoughts, feeling that Ilias must have used some special magic, surely waiting for the right moment to strike Garen fatally.Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com
Such a clever tactic!
Both of them stood still in mid-air, motionless.
...
Meanwhile, William didn't care about what was happening with Garen; his lesson plan was ready, and it was time for his first class.
The classroom could seat five hundred people and had a sign at the door that read "Beast Taming Class."
Inside, all the desks and chairs were brand new, neat and clean.
Garen had done a reliable job.
William entered the classroom, where a group of students were animatedly discussing the recent battle between Garen and Ilias.
The commotion from Garen and Ilias's fight had been so loud that the students had taken shelter here, although they didn't remember anyone dying from Ilias's lightning magic.
Some even had full question marks in their minds,their memories were still stuck at the first clash between Garen and Ilias. At that time, they shouldn't have been in the classroom,no one had died then, and many were watching from the sports field, eager to witness the spectacle.
Logically, they should have been outside the classroom at that time.
How did they end up inside?
William walked in, saw three to four hundred students, and was pleased.
The first class would have been quite awkward if the classroom had been empty.
Actually, if it weren't for Ilias's lethal lightning magic killing some people, these students would never have taken shelter in the "Beast Taming Class," especially since they had no idea what this class was about. How could so many students have ended up here?
It's like being in a world where strength determines status, and you tell me you can write poetry.
Is that useful?
Soon, a student asked, "Teacher, is this a compulsory course?"
Clearly, some students were already thinking that if it wasn't compulsory, then attending now would just be a waste of time.
William smiled and said, "No, this is not a compulsory course."
Garen already had his own plans,he wanted to get members of his guild into William's class.
If William's class became compulsory, would there still be seats for his Emerald Lion Guild members?
With an elective course, not many people would likely attend, and ideally, it would be filled with members from their Emerald Lion Guild.
That would be perfect.
"Teacher, can I skip this class? I still have homework for my compulsory courses that I haven't finished!"
"Of course, you can." William was here to teach, but since his course was elective, he naturally gave students the option to choose. If they didn't want to attend, could William really force them?
"Teacher, I also have a combat class to attend, so I'll leave too."
"Then I'll go as well."
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Hearing what William was going to teach, the students began to leave one by one.
William just watched as each student walked out of the classroom.
People tend to follow the crowd. If only one or two students left, it might indicate they made a mistake in judgment, and perhaps the class was worth attending. But with so many leaving, it suggested that anyone who stayed was foolish.
That was the general sentiment.
In less than three minutes, only three students remained in the large classroom.
One looked no older than ten, small and frail, sitting in a corner, timid and shy.
Another wore thick glasses, eagerly holding a pen and notebook, staring at William.
And a girl, around seventeen or eighteen, with heavy makeup, black lips as if poisoned, dressed in punk attire, sat in the front row, resting on one arm, staring at William with a crush-
addicted gaze.
William scanned the room,only three students attended the first class, and such unique ones at that. It was certainly unexpected.