Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Pop!

Another quill broke. Lee Han raised his head and hesitated.

‘There are many subjects to study.’

In fact, as if the other friends were worried, Lee Han said, ‘How did I end up like this?’ I was not tormented by despair and frustration.

Lee Han’s spirit was too hard and firm to be shaken by such a thing.

A personality that prepares by reading even one more letter at the time of regret.

…but even taking that into account, there were many.

Need help…

“?”

Lee Han raised his head.

All of my friends were busy studying in the break room. Guyando was also reading a book while eating a custard pie.

who was talking?

grow. Boy…

It was a helmet, surprisingly, that spoke.

The helmet I picked up from the underground dungeon!

‘Was it an ego artifact?’

Items created by excellent wizards also possessed consciousness and intelligence on their own.

If the wizard’s level was truly outstanding, it was possible to create artifacts that were wiser than humans.

“I didn’t know it was an ego artifact.”

Lee Han put down the quill.

Originally, I was going to open it carefully after the exam, but I couldn’t ignore it when he talked to me like that.

“What is your name?”

I am the helmet of wisdom.

“Right. The Helm of Wisdom…”

Lee Han grabbed his staff under the table.

Just because the opponent was an artifact, I never intended to be vigilant.

Isn’t that the guy from the underground dungeon?

Besides, the dungeon was managed by Professor Voladi, and the magic school where the dungeon was located was managed by the headmaster of the skeleton… I

had to be suspicious of it unconditionally.

“Does it have anything to do with Osu Gonadaltes or Voladi Baegrek?”

no. I am not a pitch made by the headmaster. A helmet made externally. Decades ago, a student sneaked me in for an exam.

“Right. Of course, I’m not saying I completely believe you.”

……

The Helm of Wisdom was bewildered.

It’s not like he’s been lied to all his life, so why is a young guy so suspicious?

“So what are your skills?”

As the name suggests, I am the Helm of Wisdom. Inside of me are the knowledge left by the masters who came before me.

“…!”

Lee Han’s eyes widened.

The knowledge left by the masters who came first remains.

As a student at the Magic School, that information was of great value.

How hard they struggled to find information like how to get out or hidden spaces in the school.

Even if you only get a few of those things…

“Come on. Ready. tell me everything!”

Lee Han quickly took out a new piece of paper and shouted. At first, I thought of enemies as soon as I shut up.

Calm down. Boy… I’m not a pitcher that works that way.

“then?”

I can answer questions once a month. I can answer anything by using the knowledge accumulated within me.

“Is it possible to predict midterm exam questions?”

That’s impossible.

“Then isn’t it anything?”

…Of all the owners I’ve met, boy, you seem to be the most picky. I am not an all-rounder.

Helm was embarrassed and answered.

“I see…”

Lee Han had a rough idea of what kind of helmet this helmet of wisdom was.

This was an artifact a bit like the spirit Perkuntra.

If you expect too much, you may be rather disappointed.

‘I’ll have to decide the question well.’

If I asked the wrong question, I could waste a possible question once a month.

“Is there any way to blackmail Osu Gonadaltes?”

I’ll just try to predict midterm problems. I could be quite wrong, but…

“No. I was just asking.”

Lee Han wiped the helmet well with a cloth and set it aside.

It wasn’t that it was useless, but it was an awkward item.

‘If it’s an Ego Artifact, it will be quite expensive. Should I take it out and sell it?’

Wait a minute, is this the end? Why the question…

“I’ll ask you later if I remember.”

The Helm of Wisdom was perplexed.

There was no student like this among the students at the magic school who had ever caught a pitch.

The wizard who created the Helm of Wisdom placed two spells on it.

One is to periodically answer the owner’s questions.

The other is to keep trying to be wise.

If knowledge was accumulated while constantly wandering the world and changing owners, wouldn’t it be possible to create a helmet that is more clever than the wizard himself?

It was an artifact created for that very purpose.

The nameless wizard had died of old age before, but the Helm of Wisdom was still running around.

‘I shouldn’t be like this.’

The Helm of Wisdom grew impatient.

There was a phenomenon that the wizard who created it did not expect, and that was that the helmet of wisdom tried to manipulate the owner.

What must the pitcher do to keep getting wiser?

I had to keep looking for new things that Helm didn’t know.

To do so, the more the owner relied on the helmet, the better. I will go to find new things to move and experience as pitch tells me.

And until now, all owners have relied on helmets.

The students admired and worshiped the helmet every time it answered a question.

-I see… This < Introduction to wide-area flame magic > has everything I want written on it! Helm of Wisdom Thanks!

-It wasn’t too difficult… I think you should study fire magic a bit more.

-You think so?

-then! Now how about exploring the lava fields underground in the mountains?

– It looks a bit dangerous there.

-You’ll be fine!

Of course, this dependent relationship did not end well.

The students would only realize that the Helm of Wisdom had manipulated them only after being stabbed in the back of the head.

Naturally, by that time, the helmet had also abandoned its old owner. I need to find a new owner.

But this time, the new owner who picked up the helmet did something strange.

As if he wasn’t interested…

‘It must be an illusion. He’ll be talking to me soon to get something out of me!’

However, Lee Han threw his pitcher in the corner of his private room and soon forgot about it as he concentrated on his studies.

* * *

Thirteen, a crow-beast, a fourth-year student at the Magic School, took out a potion from the inside of his coat, holding back a yawn.

‘It’s not good to keep using sleep prevention potion… It’s not good…’

But what can I do?

The drowsiness in front of my eyes must be driven away.

“Coke. Coke. Are you here?”

“Professor, are you here?”

Diret bowed her head politely.

The two were not an ordinary professor-student relationship.

Diret is a kind of master-pupil relationship majoring in black magic under Professor Mortum.

“But can I really help? Aren’t you going to the punishment room?”

“Coke. Permission granted.”

Originally, there was only one reason why 4th graders, who had nothing to do anywhere near 1st graders, were doing this here.

It was to help Professor Mortum with his black magic midterm exam.

Professors who excel in education create their own tests and grade them on their own, but not all professors excel.

Then, now outstanding disciples had to step up instead.

Disciples like Diret.

“Coke. take this.”

Professor Mortum held out a heavy bag of silver coins and a reagent box.

It was the reward Diret received in return for participating in this midterm exam.

By the time he was in his fourth year, the amount of money spent on his own magic research was beyond imagination.

Helping a professor with his work was a pretty daunting task even for a senior like Diret.

“thank you.”

Diret took a bag of silver coins.

“Coke. You can’t open your mouth in front of first-year students.”

“yes.”

“You can’t even look away. A signal or magical transfer that can be the code for any glance or gesture… Coke. Anyway, everything else doesn’t work. Be still like a stone statue.”

“…Maybe it would have been better if the professor did it…”

Diret already regretted it.

Did you come out to help?

“Is the poison ready?”

“yes. By the way, professor. Do you remember that the first graders haven’t learned to read poison yet?”

“Coke. Of course. Why are you asking?”

“it’s nothing.”

Dereth smiled kindly.

As was the case in his freshman year, Professor Mortum was a creative wizard who enjoyed out-of-the-box ideas.

He was so inventive that students used to bring things they hadn’t learned to the test.

-professor. I’ve been curious since I was in first grade… Can I ask why I keep appearing on tests when I obviously don’t remember learning?

– Of course, you should know what you learned from Coke. A student’s real skill comes out when he solves things he doesn’t know.

-…aha!

If I had known this in advance in my freshman year, I might have changed my major in black magic… but

it was already too late.

‘Brothers. Forgive me.’

Diret prepared poison.

First graders who are interested in black magic will now experience the black magic field they have not learned as a test.

Tak-Tak!

Professor Garcia approached from afar. With a swing of the wand, the classrooms in the hallway changed their appearance.

Dereth greeted politely with a look of respect.

“hello. professor.”

“Good morning. Miss Diet. It’s a lot of trouble.”

“no.”

Diret turned her gaze to the classrooms.

Like a lecture that was interested in listening to the various magics of the empire, the space for taking the test was also divided.

Classrooms for exams in black magic Classrooms for exams in summoning magic and so on.

Professor Garcia said after greeting the other professors.

“When the students arrive, I will tell them to take the exams in the order they want.”

“Coke. Please do so. Professor Garcia.”

“Please take into account that some students may arrive late because they are taking other exams.”

“All right.”

Diret said that and stood up from her seat.

‘Is there such a student?’

One was average, and two were the best students in their grade.

With three…

he was crazy.

* * *

“!” Lee Han, who entered the black magic classroom with Gainando, was surprised by the first person he saw.

“Coke. This is my student Diret.”

“Hello, senior!”

Gainando cautiously greeted them. Dereth didn’t even look him in the eye.

Gainando said to Lee Han with a hurt expression.

“I… are you saying that I’m not good at black magic?”

“Rather than that, I think it’s because of the principal’s school rules.”

“!”

Dereth was a little surprised.

I never thought a freshman in the first year would guess the situation like that before he even heard it.

“Coke. right. Originally, I shouldn’t have even met you face to face, but I came specifically to help with this test.”

‘That’s right.’

Lee Han looked at Diret as if he was sorry.

I think the professor can do it alone, but to have a disciple

…

Diet was hopeless.

It was Dereth who had to put on a sad expression right now, not the freshman.

And…

‘It’s a strange voice I’ve heard somewhere.’

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Before the trouble continued, Professor Mortum coughed and opened his mouth.

“Coke. Then it would be better to start slowly.”

“yes! professor. Ready!”

Gainando grabbed the stick.

Whether it’s a curse or an undead summon, it’s what I practiced hard yesterday.

Gainando’s expression overflowed with confidence as he abandoned other lectures and sold black magic.

“What can I do?”

“poison.”

“…yes?”

“Collock. This test is for Germany.”

“……”

Cainando looked at the professor with a mixture of various emotions, such as resentment, betrayal, and hurt.

However, Lee Han nodded without blinking an eye.

“All right.”

‘Are you a freshman?’