An 80-minute class ended quickly. When Fisher said, "This class ends here," the students below who had been concentrating just now turned into zombies and slumped on the table feebly.
Last year, Fisher's one class equaled two other professors' classes, expanding some of the knowledge they could currently know.
But now it seems that the content is a bit too much, and the burden on students is a bit heavy. Let's improve it next time. However, the students here seem to be more resilient than the Royal Academy. There are few people who are distracted after a class, although once
At first I was dissatisfied with Fisher's behavior in class, but I still had to attend class and write the papers.
What is the merit point grading system of the University of Saint-Jacques? Degree certificates from A to D are no joke.
Fisher packed up his things, left the lecture theater, and walked to the office building of the Magic Academy.
He only has two classes at the University of Saint-Nali, that is, only four classes a week.
One is an introduction to the basics of magic for first-year students, and the other is advanced magic practice for second-year students. Today’s class is over, and he just has to come back tomorrow, but it’s too much trouble to run back and forth.
En arranged an office and dormitory for him, and he was going to take a look.
Originally, I wanted to start a research class on subhuman races, but there was only one person in the school who signed up for the class. Even if Ken had adjusted the class limit to 10 people specifically for Fisher, it was still not up to standard, so he could only
Done.
Walking around the campus with a cane, Fisher walked to the end along the office buildings of science, literature, social sciences and economics. Only then did he see a one-story bungalow on the edge of the school. Outside the bungalow
It was just outside the school. If it hadn't been for the "Magic Academy Office Building" sign in front, Fisher would have thought this place was the guard office.
"...
It seems that since the University of Saint-Nali was unable to recruit professors, it even slowed down the construction of the office building of the Magic School. It is no wonder that there are only a few teachers in the Magic School now, and they are not needed at all.
When Fisher walked in, a middle-aged man who was sitting behind a desk wearing a blindfold heard the sound of the door opening. He hurriedly took off his blindfold and smiled when he saw a strange gentleman.
Then he stood up and said hello to Fisher.
"Ah, you must be the new magic professor...
"Hello, Fisher."
"Oh my God, when I saw the faculty list, I knew it was Mr. Fisher who was in the limelight. Now it is a great honor for me to see you, this young and promising scholar, in person. Your desk
Don't worry about it over there, the situation at the Magic Academy is a little hard to describe, but the treatment for us professors is still pretty good."
Under Roger's guidance, Fisher came to the door of an office by the window. The desks inside were all newly placed. From the window here, he could just see the situation outside the University of Saint-Germain.
Under the green hills outside, not far from the university, there was a medium-sized building that seemed to be newly built.
Fisher looked at the building and asked Roger behind him,
"What is that house for? I thought the council in this direction only approved the land for the University of Saint-Nali."
"Ah, that." Roger looked at that direction, and then said, "That's the 'Southern Continent Asian Race Protection Association', the territory of the new party. I heard that their sign is that they have exchanges with our school, but here they are. I haven’t seen any communication in more than a year, so I guess it’s just for show. By the way, I heard that there is a race of centaurs from the Southern Continent living there, and I can often see her walking outside the yard.”
"so."
Fisher looked at the building in the distance and responded.
Roger didn't stay here long. He helped Fisher tidy up a little and then prepared to leave. He still had classes to attend at half past ten. Fisher had nothing to do for a while, so he sat on his office chair and thought about the immortal witch. She was hiding in the Pink Pavilion and needed someone familiar with the Pink Pavilion to take Fisher in.
For example, that guy Trundle.
Tapping his fingers on the table, Fisher made a preliminary decision about contacting Trundle to go to the Pink Pavilion to look for the immortal witch. But it was best to be careful about this, as it required a little planning. He couldn't just go there arrogantly.
According to the information obtained from Bart Witch, the Immortal Witch is "protected" in the Pink Pavilion. There are many theories about the financial backers behind the Pink Pavilion. Some say it belongs to the old nobles of Nali, and some say it belongs to a private businessman. Yes, some people said it was from Nali Development Company, but I can't be sure at the moment.
But no matter who they are, they must have a purpose in protecting the immortal witch. There is no free lunch in the world. It could range from her "selling herself to work" there to requiring her to do additional valuable work in return. Only in this way can the Pink Pavilion be able to She would go to great lengths to offend the Witch Research Institute and protect her.
So looking for this immortal witch cannot be a warning. Besides, the immortal witch saw Fisher's face that day, but Fisher didn't know what she looked like, so even if he went there, he would never find her.
Thinking about the specific plan, Fisher turned to look out the window, but suddenly saw a lady in a dress walking out of a building not far away, holding a small basket in her hand. The lady's lower body was like a horse, and there was a hair on her head. The long ears that flap from time to time.
That was the centaur female that Fisher saw that day when he was preaching for the New Party near the Royal Academy.
Fisher became interested immediately. The last time he gave a lecture, there were so many people that Fisher didn't get to study this rarely encountered sub-human race. Now it seemed that there were no people nearby. Fisher hesitated. Suddenly, he walked out of the office and walked out of the school, holding his cane and walking toward the building in the distance.
The house of the so-called Southern Continent Asian Race Protection Association looks very simple. There is a low wall at the door, which is covered with various propaganda strategies of the new party. The centaur inside is humming a song softly and sitting on its four legs. On the ground, I picked the vegetables grown under the wall with my hands and put them into small baskets.
"Hello."
"Ugh!"
Fisher's sudden voice startled the centaur. She stood up suddenly, and her long ponytail swayed behind her over the clothes covering her horse's body. At first glance, it was a human gentleman and not a human being. It was a bandit or an evil ghost or something. She breathed a sigh of relief and said to Fisher,
"Well, sir, if you are here for an interview, you must wait for the association staff to come back."
She spoke cautiously, but Fisher smiled and shook his head.
"Is it because the New Party is afraid that you will say something wrong? Don't worry, like all the Nari people, I don't care about this so-called association. I am more interested in you."
"for me...
The centaur girl was stunned for a moment, then her face turned rosy, and the ponytail behind her swayed a few times along with the ears on her head.
"Well, I am a scholar who studies subhuman races. My name is Fisher. I have never seen centaurs in the Southern Continent before, but I didn't expect to see them in Saint-Nari."
"Ah, my name is Siatt, a race of centaurs from the Wandering Whip Tribe of the Southern Continent." After hearing Fisher's name, she subconsciously performed a Nali ritual. After doing it, she smiled bitterly.
He suddenly said, "I didn't expect that there are still humans who study demi-races. I thought only businessmen cared about demi-races...
"It's also possible. It's just like seeing you, a Centaur, in Saint-Nali."
Hiatt was amused by Fisher's joke. She covered her mouth and laughed. She walked to the edge of the wall and got closer to Fisher.
She seemed to be the only one in this house, and Fisher didn't see any staff. There was only this one lone centaur in the entire "Southern Continent Asian Protection Association."
"So, why can't we see centaurs in the Southern Continent?"
"Ah, that...
She blinked and smiled slyly, but Fisher didn't care. After thinking about it, he nodded and skipped the topic.
The migration pattern of centaurs must not be as simple as Hiatt said, otherwise it would be impossible for even a nomadic people to have not encountered a centaur for so long. It is normal for her not to tell a human about this secret.
, Fisher didn’t intend to ask further questions.
"Since we have been migrating, I guess part of the reason must be because of humans, otherwise we would not have been able to see someone for so long. Then why do you appear here?"
Siatt smiled and covered his chest,
"I voluntarily followed humans to this continent...
"The people of the New Party agreed to my request. They said that more people in the Western Continent should hear our voice. To this end, I even learned your human language...
She smiled proudly at first, but then her smile dropped slightly by an octave. She looked at the protective association, which was empty but covered with other policy slogans of the new party, and then said, "But now it seems that this
It seems to be just an extravagant hope. I originally thought that humans had huge resentment towards us demi-humans, but I didn’t expect that neither the New Party nor other humans actually care about us."
Fisher didn't make any comments. After listening, he leaned against the wall and reminded,
"Are these words too dangerous for me, a human being?"
Siatt laughed after hearing this and patted his head,
"After all, it's been too long since I've met a human being interested in demi-humans, so I unconsciously said a little more, sorry, wait...
She suddenly remembered something and then looked at Fisher with a wary expression.
"You are not lying to me, are you? In fact, you are not a scholar who studies demi-humans at all, but a thief who wants to steal? Or a robber!"
"What are you stealing? Apart from food, is there anything else to steal here? Is it stealing from you?"
Fisher was amused by her words and said this to this interesting centaur girl, which made her shyly step on her horse's hooves and put her arms on her hips towards Fisher.
"Why are you laughing? What happened to stealing from me? When I was in our tribe, I was the most beautiful and the fastest one!"
Fisher did not question her status as the fastest centaur in the tribe. Anyway, she was the only centaur here, and nothing she said could be verified. But if possible, it would be best to study her. He had no idea about the centaur.
I am still very curious, after all, this is the first time I have encountered a living centaur.
"I didn't lie to you before. I am indeed a scholar who studies subhuman races. I am currently teaching courses at the University of Saint-Nali there, so I guess there will be many opportunities to come here. I am very interested in centaurs, if possible.
I'd like to know more about you, is there anything you want in exchange for research."
When she heard that Fisher wanted to know more about herself, her face turned red unconsciously, but she had already confirmed that the other party was really interested in centaurs and wanted to know more about them.
After hesitating for a moment, she agreed,
"Well, if I don't have anything else to do here, you can come over anytime. Sometimes the New Party will ask me to go...