"0.2, just like Anna, the organ you transplanted must be very rare." Griffith's voice is gentle, making people feel like they want to get close to him.
'No wonder Anna keeps saying nice things to this guy.'
This thought flashed through Gumbutz's mind, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Griffith, I'm curious, why have you stayed in the low-level teaching area for at least fifteen years?"
"District?" Confusion flashed across Griffith's handsome face, but he still explained: "I took on a long-term mission, which was issued by the Shimobone Forest. It started ten years ago, ah, it's you and Anna.
In the past five years, I was officially accepted and responsible for providing some guidance and assistance to you new apprentices. As a reward, I can take all basic teaching courses for free. I just paid the fee with you and introduced the teacher and classroom location.
These are all my tasks. Of course, there are more than these. There are others. If you have any needs, you can come to me."
"For example, copying notes?" Gumbuz joked.
Griffith was startled, his eyes flashed strangely when he looked at Gumbutz, and he asked curiously:
"Gombuz, did you read those notes too?"
"I saw it accidentally." Gumbutz said.
"Then how do you feel?" Griffith slowed down a lot.
"Feeling? I didn't feel it. I didn't look carefully, so... I didn't feel anything." Gumbutz recalled, touching his chin.
"That's it," Griffith smiled, "my notes are too complicated. How about this, you give me the book, and I will use witchcraft to record my notes into your book. Over the past five years,
I recorded a lot of new knowledge, even notes from advanced classes."
Griffith winked at Gumbuz, and it seemed that the two of them had a good relationship.
"Do you have all the advanced knowledge? That's great." Gumbuz became excited and without thinking, he pressed the thick pile of books in his arms onto Griffith.
"It's a joke, I will return the book to you in class tomorrow." Griffith held the heavy book as if it was nothing and laughed from the bottom of his heart.
The next day, as soon as Gumbuz walked into the teaching area, he saw Griffith standing at the door.
"Good morning, Gumbuz." Griffith handed over a pile of books.
"Good morning, Griffith." Gumbuz took the book.
Griffith glanced behind him, and Gumbuz explained casually: "This is a book I just bought, and I plan to take it back to read."
Griffith smiled, nodded, and left.
Gumbuz stood there and looked at Griffith until his back disappeared around the corner, then he came to the classroom with the books in his hands.
The first class today is basic potions class.
Gumbuz piled the books returned by Griffith on the desk, without any intention of opening them. Instead, he directly tore open the cover of a so-called reading material. Inside was a brand new book "Basic Potions".
This is a new book that Gumbutz bought specifically yesterday.
In fact, he already had the book "Basic Potions" and it was piled on his desk, but he decided to read the new book.
Griffith was eccentric. The books he touched would not be read by Gumbuz again.
Those weird symbols could deepen his "immersion" in the weird sounds at night. Although they were no longer in the list of elemental symbols and seemed to be just some habitual and casual graffiti, Gumbutz always felt that something was very wrong.
After yesterday's test, I felt that Griffith's positivity was a bit too much.
The teacher of the Potions class is a middle-aged man with long flowing hair. As soon as he comes up, he directly greets the students to receive their respective materials and utensils.
Gumbuz received one.
Manius wrote the names of sixteen materials on the blackboard, including ores, but most of them were plants such as magic plants.
"Do you all know these materials?" Manius faced the students.
The students' response was not very enthusiastic, which was completely opposite to the anatomy of lower organisms. Gumbutz even saw the hands of several female apprentices shaking as they held the materials.
Manius seemed to be used to it and continued to explain expressionlessly:
"The role of silt grass is to neutralize the effect of red wax ore powder. As long as you master the ratio of these two materials, the other fourteen materials will not trigger violent reactions even if you put them in out of order. But...
....”
He looked at the students with a smile, and his eyes especially paused on the faces of those apprentices who were obviously scared, "If you got the ratio wrong, I have to say you'd better pray that the order of the ingredients you put in is correct.
Otherwise I guarantee that your hands will never leave your side."
Gumbutz clearly saw that everyone's faces turned a little pale.
This kind of intimidating teaching method seems to be... quite effective.
Gumbuz didn't know much about Potions class. In fact, it was an on-site teaching class. If you study from books, you will never learn it in your life.
Only by listening to the lectures on site and experimenting one by one according to the recipes given by the teacher can you gain knowledge.
Anna is an excellent student in Potions class.
Because she can observe the degree of reaction of the medicine and avoid the damage and harm caused by the failure of the medicine in advance.
This happens to be what all apprentices fear most.
The exception is Gumbuz, at least the Basic Potions class.
As a great knight, his physical strength is unmatched by most apprentices. The damage caused by basic potions may not be able to hurt him. Even if he is injured, he can recover quickly.
To a certain extent, he has a small advantage of Anna, that is, he is not afraid of destruction and harm.
It's a pity that although his eyes can see some things that ordinary eyes can't see, their abilities are different and they can't see the reaction of the medicine like Anna's crimson eyes.
Manius spent half an hour explaining the medicinal properties and functions of various materials, then spent ten minutes explaining the effects of the potion, and then spent ten minutes writing out the steps, and briefly explained some key points that could easily cause the potion to fail.
In the last twenty minutes of class, the preparation of potions began.
Gumbutz stared at the materials and utensils on the table, going through them several times in his mind. A layer of pale flame suddenly bloomed on his body, and then, under the astonished gazes of others, he steadily and calmly put the materials in one by one.
As he smashed the last jujube-like fruit and threw it in, with a pop, a cluster of dark flames rose up from the bottle, and everything inside was burned to ashes.
There is no doubt that it failed.
Although he failed, he was the first to complete the preparation of the potion. Manius came over and held the bottle with a wizard's hand. Manius just glanced inside and came to the conclusion.
"The silt grass and red wax powder were prepared correctly, but the timing of your other ingredients was wrong. You did not carefully observe the reaction of each ingredient when it was added. The most deadly one was the caviar. You added too much at one time."
Gumbuz thought to himself that you hadn't mentioned these details before, but he still showed a grateful expression on his face. Then he saw Manius reaching out and saying expressionlessly:
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