Chapter 78: Teacher Louis is willing to teach me magic?
When Tutor Lewis walked to the door, my voice came from behind Tutor Lewis.
"Teacher Lewis, I heard Peter say that you designed the Meteor."
"So what?" Instructor Lewis stopped.
"Peter said that this is all your hard work." I smiled ghostly and lowered my voice and said. "If Teacher Louis refuses to teach me magic, then I can only sell that 'Meteor'.
Then I spent money to find someone else to learn magic."
"Teacher Lewis, you wouldn't want to see your hard work being sold." I put my hands behind my back, lowered my head, and drew my right foot back and forth in front of me.
"You!" Instructor Lewis turned around angrily and looked at me.
"And I'm suddenly very interested in magic creation." I added a fatal blow. "Since Tutor Lewis refuses to teach me, I can only take apart the Meteor to study it, and the rest is probably just
It can be sold as scrap."
Teacher Lewis pointed at me and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"With my skills, there will be absolutely no problem in dismantling it." I looked at Tutor Lewis like an angel.
"Besides, I know the stakes, and I won't make fun of my own life." I finally looked at Teacher Lewis with a serious face. "Teacher Louis, please teach me magic."
"Since you insist." Lewis turned and walked out of the classroom door.
Hey, have you decided to teach me magic?
I tilted my head and thought about it, then tidied up the classroom and prepared to go back to the dormitory.
There was no class in the afternoon, and it was impossible for me to improve my magic power through meditation, so I could only wander around the school.
What? Going down the mountain to hunt monsters?
The area within twenty miles of Phyllis Magic Academy is shockingly clean, and the monsters and the like have long been extinct.
As for the reason.
There are trial tasks for senior students every year. They need to form a team to hunt monsters and obtain magic cores and so on.
It is said that two months were reserved for this year's trial mission, which is simply a tragedy.
Then, I somewhat understood Teacher Lewis’s helplessness.
I just took a walk after lunch and saw several students jumping down from the high tower in the college wearing wingsuits.
Putting aside the issue of whether the height is high enough, you haven't even stitched the airy fabric properly, so you're looking for death by jumping down.
Also, it seems you didn’t bring a parachute!
But every student who jumps off the tower will receive loud support from the students watching below.
I'll go, it's really not a big deal to watch the excitement.
After a while, the top fell down and turned into meat sauce splashing all over you. I can't believe you can still laugh.
After calculating the landing point of the classmates who jumped down from above, I took a few steps back and used the classmates in front of me to block my body as I was also watching the excitement.
Before the gliding, or falling, classmate hit the ground, a wave of magic came from not far away.
A small tornado rose from the ground and swept the classmate into it.
Before I had time to react, the students around me dispersed, leaving me alone to stare at the tornado.
Hey, what's going on?
Before I could figure out what was going on, a hand was put on my shoulder: "Come with me."
There is a situation!
Without thinking, he grabbed the paw on his shoulder with his backhand and threw him over his shoulder, throwing the person behind him in front of him.
Wait, this familiar shimmering Mediterranean.
Taking a breath of cold air, I turned around and was about to run, but a wall of hurricane blocked me.
"Ha, ha, ha, good afternoon, Teacher Lewis."
I turned around with an expression I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said hello to instructor Lewis who looked at me angrily.
With a bang, because the hurricane wall magic was activated, the previous tornado magic seemed to gradually disappear due to lack of control, and the students who were involved fell to the ground.
I glanced at my classmates who had fallen to the ground and turned my gaze away.
No matter how the tornado magic reduces the lethality, it is still an offensive magic.
Although instructor Lewis has minimized the lethality, this classmate.
Well, it has turned into a naked pig with two mosquito-repellent incense eyes, and all its clothes are torn.
"I changed my mind. I will teach you all the magic I know. Just finish it as soon as possible."
After saying that, Teacher Lewis was too lazy to pay attention to me. He waved his hand to dispel the hurricane wall magic, then used wind magic to lift the classmate lying on the ground, and walked to the infirmary angrily.
By the way, Teacher Lewis, please find something to cover yourself with, this classmate is still naked!
Or is it that Teacher Lewis did it on purpose?
I shuddered and shook my head vigorously to dispel this terrible thought.
I can already foresee the poor fellow's future.
After watching the fun, where should you go next?
"Hey, Peter." I walked into the Magic Society and said hello to Peter who was squatting aside.
"Hello, classmate Qin Xin." Hearing my voice, Peter stood up and wiped his face to greet me.
"Peter, please stop wiping your face. The more you wipe it, the uglier it becomes." I took my eyes off Peter's face and looked around. "This is the Magic Society."
The name Mozao Society sounds very high-end, but why does it look like an unknown machining workshop?
After all kinds of seemingly unclear things are piled together, it actually feels like a pile of garbage and a mess.
"Because there are not enough manpower, it is a bit chaotic now." Peter said with some embarrassment.
"I see, where is my 'Meteor'?" I have been looking for a long time and I still haven't seen the magic motorcycle that belongs to me.
"Here." Peter pointed to the side.
"There isn't one here, right?" I looked in the direction Peter pointed at, and saw a pile of tools and raw materials piled together.
Wait, did this guy dismantle my magic motorcycle?
I turned my head, looked at Peter with dangerous eyes, and began to study how to start.
This guy looks like he's just a researcher. In such a small space, it only takes one move to knock him down.
"Wait a minute, I didn't touch your Meteor." Peter, who was staring at me and felt cold all over, shook his hands anxiously. "Your Meteor is right here!"
When I took a closer look, the corner of my mouth twitched.
The Meteor was filled with various tools and raw materials. Fortunately, the car was strong enough, otherwise it would have been crushed.
"I'll spare you for now. If you still put so many things on it tomorrow, I will dismantle you." I curled my lips and began to study various parts and tools.
"Yes, I will sort them out tomorrow." Peter agreed helplessly.
"Hey, who is responsible for processing these things?" I picked up two parts and observed them.
"Ordinary things can be processed by the blacksmith shop outside. We can process complex magic components ourselves." Peter came over and pointed at the parts in my hand. "What you are holding in your hands now are two gears. The gears are
..."
"I know what a gear is, but what's going on?" I put the two gears together and handed them to Peter.
