Hilbert's hall was divided into two parts, light and dark, at this moment.
Although he had nothing to fear, he still left this favor to all the people... At least he took enough precautions to turn the dark hall into a movie theater.
Except for Russell and Carpenter, no one else could open the secret door and enter this cozy little hall.
In the middle is the largest and most comfortable sofa and lounge chair made of woven vines. On the small coffee table next to it, there are some exquisite snacks, delicious fruits, and a pot of fruit wine with ice flowers floating in it.
On the back right side of this chair, there are two slightly smaller lounge chairs woven with metal wires placed side by side. The small table shared between the two chairs also has some food and juice made from materials from this world.
Although they look similar, the production procedures are completely different, and the taste is also slightly different.
But Russell and Carpenter would not care about these differences... They knew very well that their teacher had always been generous, and if he did not give it to them, they would naturally not be lucky enough to enjoy it.
Thanks to Aisling, Hill has collected a lot of recipes this time that are more exquisite and luxurious...in other words, they are a waste of materials.
The devil will especially pursue this kind of enjoyment in any world.
Of course, what they want is not the taste of the food itself, but because... in a world with such a lack of material basis, all waste means the blood and tears of poor people.
The more openly they pursue the kind of nobles who are rich in wine and meat, the more naturally their subordinates will freeze to death.
The taste of intoxicated desire superimposed on the endless resentment and hatred is the greatest and most delicious power for the devil.
But for Hill, this so-called luxury is not worth mentioning at all.
These are all things that he can grow with just one thought.
But the ingredients grown with his natural power cannot be eaten by Russell and Carpenter yet.
The power in this world is particularly mixed...a faint power of darkness, a trace of power of the Styx, and even some chaotic power of law mixed together.
Children born in this chaotic environment are born with unbalanced bodies, just like their strange elemental energies.
The plants growing in Hill's pendant are all the purest power of nature...the kind with particularly strong purification capabilities.
This kind of purity is almost like poison to Russell and Carpenter.
It will make their physique lose its current balance.
Of course, when they advance to the eighth ring, control the power of law, and can regulate their own body energy, food and the like will no longer have any impact on them.
As for why Aislin is still affected by some external energy... In Hill's eyes, people like Root are not considered real mage who control the law.
Of course, he could understand that Root was the unlucky guy who had inheritance but couldn't use it after all.
But Russell is different.
Even if his students at Hill cannot become the top experts, they still have to be above the level of the masses, right?
This mass level, of course, does not refer to this world. Toril must be used as a standard of measurement.
Hill is still full of hope for the future of Russell, the first student he recognizes.
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"Brother Russell, what are you doing?" Carpenter, who was sitting next to his harp, looked curiously at Russell, who was cautiously looking out the door.
"The teacher has become more relaxed recently!" Russell said thoughtfully, "It seems that the crisis that was enough to put his life in danger is gone."
"Isn't this great? Why do I think you are worried?" Carpenter blinked in confusion, and couldn't help but fiddle with a note with his deft fingers.
"Why are you pretending to be stupid?" Russell straightened up and looked indifferent, "The teacher even pays attention to your teaching progress, do you think he will let me go?
I am only a level 8 mage now!
He is already demanding me as a level 10 mage.
I knew before that the teacher looked down upon low-level spells, but I really didn't expect...it turns out that all the six-level spells are basic in his eyes.
As long as children study hard, they will definitely learn the basics."
"No~" Carpenter replied seriously, "It's a smart and talented kid like you.
You see, for me, he would just ask me to learn what I should know.
Of course, his attitude toward partial subjects also made me feel a little heavy, but at any rate, I just had to study slowly on one path.
At least I just need to make sure that I am good enough and proficient in using spells related to illusions.
Although I don’t understand why prophecy spells are also related to illusions, but...I am very satisfied to learn so many less things."
If Carpenter used to feel secretly sad because of the gap in talent, now she is very willing to admit that life has its limits and that life is inherently different.
As long as she doesn't live as tiringly as her brother... She doesn't want to recall now that Teacher Gilbert said when arranging homework, "Only when someone is given a great responsibility from heaven will he be gifted."
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Therefore, people with good talents should study hard and not waste the gifts from God.
Moreover, among all the benefits given by God, only the ability to learn has the least consequences. Of course, we must make good use of it.
Although Carpenter can understand that their teacher may have been inspired by this... after all, his own knowledge is a bit too profound, and he is obviously the type from elementary school to high school.
But for a bad student like her... Carpenter never thought that one day she would be so happy to admit that she was a bad student... She still couldn't bear that kind of heavy responsibility.
"It seems that the teacher suddenly increased his demands on us because he made a mistake some time ago." Russell sighed, his expression a little painful, "Although he didn't say much, I still heard a little.
Because he felt that there were some rather unsophisticated and cruel things that he didn't need, he didn't look carefully, but he happened to encounter them in our world.
Therefore, the teacher even had to find people he didn't want to face and ask.
Even though the other party told him without saying anything, the teacher still felt that this was a very big mistake on his part.
Then he felt that he couldn't let me, a student he recognized, make such a mistake again.
But things are different now!
When I'm at level 1 or 2, it's no problem to learn the 3rd level spells in advance.
Although studying with the whole faction is indeed a bit tiring, I can hold on.
But there are really too many 4-level spells!
I haven't even figured out all the 4th level spells yet, and I'm learning 5th level spells at the same time, I..."
"Tsk~" Carpenter interrupted him unhappily, "If you keep talking, I will come to your room the next time I practice a new song!"
No matter how much psychological construction you put in, hearing this kind of words will be useless.
"Ah..." Russell quietly folded his hands in front of his lips.
"So, who did the teacher ask about this matter to make him so unhappy?" Carpenter rolled his eyes unhappily... The success of the threat made her even more unhappy.
"How do I know? Anyway, he must be a more annoying guy than Aisling." Russell thought for a while and then said, "With the character of our teacher, anyone who can make him hate him probably has some problems with his character.
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"Rommel, what are you doing?" Camante asked in surprise as he walked over slowly.
Rommel, who was moving around with an exquisite ear pick, raised his head gently: "Ah, I seem to have been scolded recently, and my ears are a little itchy."
"Strange custom." Camanteta muttered.
"Do you have a problem with me?" Rommel laughed, "Although it's not impossible for you to come to me, it's best..."
"When did I become the kind of brave person who dared to order the people Ms. Siya liked to do?" Camanteta said mockingly, "You don't have to worry about exposing anything, I'm famous for being flattery.
Besides, now, everyone is probably paying more attention to Rossello who inexplicably took Aisling to spy on Drifos, right?
What the hell are they doing?"
"There is a god who is very famous in the multiverse. It is possible that he will come to this world." Rommel thought for a while and reminded him a little, "That is something that not even the mastermind behind the Tower of Thea dares to provoke.
,madman.
It was not a good idea for Rossello to take Aisling away."
"Then, why did Root let her go?" Camante couldn't help but become alert, "What are they doing in the Tower of Black Mystery?
Speaking of which, they and the Defense Tower have been hooking up before...are they planning to use Aislin to do something?"
"Why didn't you say Dreyfus?" Rommel asked with interest, "Judging from his actions, it is obvious that he is not really that... hopeless."
"Drifus must have a problem, I know that." Camanteta said firmly, "but his problem, no matter where it comes from, is definitely not his sincerity.
That guy, probably like me in the past, has the majority of his nature, but part of it is controlled by other beings.
Rommel, you should understand that it is difficult for the Tower of Sia to make mistakes in its judgment of the human soul.
They think Dreyfus is a real bad guy, which proves that he was definitely not pretending when he did those wicked things.
But, how can I put it... It is not easy to make a good person willingly do bad things, but there are still many ways to make a bad person accomplish a good goal in the name of doing bad things.
Tsk, why am I telling you this?
You must know better than me!"
Rommel nodded: "If it were anyone else, I might still hesitate.
But if it’s that person’s method, it’s quite normal.”
He suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled... Lathandel's camp will always be one of Toril's biggest jokes. ()
