Chapter 1,697 Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher's Stone (12)
Chapter 1670 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (12)
"I'm afraid I can only tell you with regret, Professor Schiller, I really don't have a clue about edible plants that can be cultivated in large quantities. Everything I grow can be eaten, but the problem is, I'm afraid no one will embrace them.
Harvesting them at the risk of breaking bones is a bit too exciting, even for Gotham's farmers."
"What about the guard plants you mentioned before? Professor Pamela?"
"That gives us some clues." Pamela nodded and said, "Bruce and I both thought there was a problem with Gotham's rainwater, so we found a way to collect some rainwater and use it to water the plants and conduct controlled experiments."
"After conducting several sets of experiments, we found a suitable ratio that can produce some crazy factors in the plants after watering them, but it is not the bad kind of crazy."
"The explanation for this madness in the occult circles is more like 'exuberant vitality'. You can understand this as plant stimulants. Plants that have been watered by Gotham rain for a long time have stimulant residues in their bodies."
"And if I use the power of the green of all things to stimulate the plants produced by this crazy factor, it will have a very powerful attack power and can also be used as a guard."
"But I heard before that some of the plants you cultivated can hit people uncontrollably?"
"This is inevitable. Everything in this world will become highly aggressive when it goes crazy. However, after several rounds of iterations, the latest tree guard I created can already understand basic instructions."
"But it's not perfect, right?"
"Of course, there is still a lot of room for improvement. They can only understand very simple instructions, such as staying there and waiting, who to hit, and under what circumstances."
"The same goes for Sergei, the dryad that Night Master Jim borrowed from you to take on guard duties, right?"
"Yes, the magic world is in chaos, and everything is waiting for improvement. Jim, the master of the dark night, is very busy and cannot guard the magic stone himself, so he borrows Sergey to guard the warehouse where the magic stone is stored. This can save him a lot of energy.
It’s also enough to deal with students who have just entered school.”
"With all due respect, miss, I'm afraid it's not just the students who are eyeing the Philosopher's Stone, right? I have no intention of questioning your ability, but can a tree demon that is not very controlled really complete the guarding job well?"
"Don't worry, Professor Schiller. The instructions given to Sergey by Jim, the Master of the Dark Night, before he left, will indiscriminately attack anyone who wants to break into that room."
"Sorry, the scope of forced entry is..."
"Of course they want to break down the door without a key. Although I don't think magicians can break through the enchanted door, as long as they make similar attacks, they will be attacked by Sergey."
"I see, Dark Night Master Jim has really thought carefully about it, but I heard that a student broke in there yesterday and was unfortunately injured..."
"This is inevitable. Maybe he just entered by mistake, or maybe he deliberately wanted to violate the school rules, but Sergey won't care so much. His madness makes it unable to distinguish whether the intruder is an intruder or a curious person.
student."
The three students who were hiding in the room and sticking their heads out heard Schiller's clear "Oh", and then the sound began to get smaller and smaller. It was obvious that the two of them had walked away.
"God, he's trying to trick her!" Barry jumped out and said, he covered his mouth nervously and said, "Professor Rodriguez seems to want to know the weakness of the dryad!"
Harley rolled her eyes, showed an imperceptible smile, and then said: "If according to our previous speculation, this may be a trial, then who do you think organized it?"
"I just heard Professor Pamela mention a person called 'Dark Master Jim'." Little Bruce narrowed his eyes and said, "Who is he? Is he a magician?"
"He is the acting principal of this school and has a high prestige in the wizarding world, but I don't know much else," said Harry.
"Then I think we should look for information." Little Bruce frowned and said, "Especially the information about the professors we have been with day and night, and the truth about what happened in the magical world before."
"Then we have to go to the library." Barry looked out the window and said, "There are two classes this morning and three classes in the afternoon. I'm afraid there won't be much time, but there are no classes tomorrow afternoon. It's self-study. I
I think we can go take a look."
"You don't object to our involvement in this matter?"
"More than this, I want to know the truth behind these strange things that are revealed everywhere." Barry sighed and said: "If no one finds a solution to the problem, students will continue to go there.
Is this really what a school should do?"
"This has never been just a school."
Harley only said this slightly meaningful sentence and then fell silent.
The last class in the evening of this day was Schiller's basic magic theory class. Schiller, still wearing the mage robe, walked into the classroom, tidied up a little and spoke.
"I know that many freshmen who have just arrived have too many unrealistic and beautiful illusions about the magical world, and this course is a heavy hammer to crush these illusions of yours."
"We all feel very sorry that you will not hear any magical or dreamy fairy tales in this course. The character stories or history involved in the basic theory of magic course are very heavy, because human beings like this
Every small step that such a weak creature takes in the world of mysticism is accompanied by numerous corpses."
With Schiller's low and slow tone, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually became gloomy.
"The basic theory of magic is also a very boring subject. You have to recite countless runes, learn five to six complex ancient languages that have long been lost in ordinary society, and recite almost all the ancient languages that have ever appeared in human history.
All religious classics, search for every trace of the emergence of occultism from the vast history books."
Everyone stared at the professor in front of the stage in silence, and Schiller's words made the atmosphere that had already sunk to the bottom drop lower and lower.
"But this knowledge cannot be directly transformed into your power. Academic qualifications in the magical world are far less important than in ordinary society. It is not even a stepping stone for you."
"If you want this knowledge to really work, and if you want your knowledge to truly turn into a sharp sword, you must go deeper, until you are more proficient than the witnesses of these events, that is, great beings like angels and demons.
Only then can we truly have advantages that ordinary people don’t have.”
"But fortunately, you have this opportunity now. In the past many years, this knowledge was not even on the table. Magicians abandoned it and only competed to see who could borrow more power.
To waste."
"In order not to repeat the same mistakes, I must once again emphasize to you the most important of all school rules - all teachers and students in this school cannot make any contracts with angels or demons. Only in this way can the purity of teaching be guaranteed, because many controls
and manipulation happens silently and unintentionally.”
"If you hear any strange sounds or some evil whispers, please report it immediately to the dean of your college or any professor. No response is allowed. Do you understand?"
All the students nodded vigorously. Since they entered the school, all the teachers have been emphasizing to them how dangerous angels and demons are and how they can confuse people. Therefore, many students feel a little afraid of this and
I have no intention of contacting you in advance.
"But one of you has actually come into contact with the power from heaven." Schiller's words ignited the atmosphere in the room again, and the noisy discussion suddenly flooded the entire room.
"Have any of us come into contact with angels?" Barry's eyes widened and he looked left and right, but little Bruce frowned.
"Bruce Wayne!" Schiller shouted the name, and then set his eyes on Bruce. In an instant, everyone turned to stare at Bruce.
"I know that through Dean Wayne's relationship, you were able to come into contact with magic in advance, but you think that you have mastered the use of the runes of sacred power, and can get a glimpse of the true appearance of angels, and you can mock all those who have not experienced it.
Is the person involved in this matter a fool?"
"Or, in other words, some behaviors that reveal one's behavior to heaven early, so that the temptation of angels will continue to appear in your ears in the next few decades, and the behaviors that are more or less controlled or manipulated by them are the real ones.
madness?"
With a "pop", a vacuum area vacated around Bruce. Except for Barry, almost all the freshmen moved away from Bruce as quickly as possible.
This is no joke. The previous disasters in the magic world were caused by many mages being controlled by angels and demons and losing their minds, triggering civil wars. This is the version of the truth that the students heard, and in this case, they can only believe it.
.
"Do you think you are the chosen one?" Schiller showed a slight sneer, staring at the stubborn blue eyes of little Bruce and said: "Every magician who lost his control and attacked the same kind of people has.
In this way, everything you think you have mastered in the magical world is just a trap to lure and manipulate you, and the little lamb who falls into it is the real fool."
Little Bruce clenched his fists, showing such an excited and angry expression for the first time, but Schiller just gave him one last look, then walked to the podium and said: "Start class!"
After class, the flow of people began to divert from where Bruce was, forming an obvious vacuum around him. Bruce stood around and took a deep breath, looked up at Schiller who was standing in front of the podium packing his things, and whispered
: "Very well, I have to thank you for helping me avoid trouble. Do you really think I like staying with these idiots?"
After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, he felt his arm being pulled. Barry asked behind him: "Where are you going? Didn't you say we would go to the library to look up information together?"
"Aren't you worried about me being controlled by angels?"
"I have to look at you just because I'm worried. I suspect that you are so irritable because you are under the influence of magical power. If you go crazy, I can go to the professor immediately."
Little Bruce threw away his arm wordlessly, and at this time, Harley followed, chasing after the two of them and saying with a smile.
"Don't worry, even if you really go crazy, I can still do it."
"what do you have……"
As soon as Barry said this, he saw Harley take out a round object from the handbag in which he was carrying textbooks.
Barry looked carefully and then took a breath together with Bruce, because what Harley held in his hand was a round, smooth, as if brand new factory--the former Soviet Union F-1 defensive fragmentation grenade.
Hahaha, it’s all right!
Just for this vinegar-filled magic academy dumpling!