Chapter 12 Dont spread rumors if you dont believe them
Galahad is a knight of the Round Table named after King Arthur.
He was ordered to search for the Holy Grail, a holy object rumored to have infinite magical power that can rejuvenate people and keep them young forever. It is the sage's cup used by the saint Jesus in the blood-giving ceremony.
It possesses the power of [The Horn of Abundance], which can provide endless food and eternal youth.
It is the holy vessel that brings glory, the lord of mercy, the lord of prosperity, the [lapis excillis·supernatural stone].
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Closing the brochure of the Magic Academy, the introduction page briefly explains the team of teachers who teach extraordinary powers.
At this moment, Jiang Xueming was in the classroom on the west podium of the Twin Towers, crowded together with many top students.
The races of the classmates around him are mainly half-wolves and homo sapiens. Unlike the children in the eighth grade, most of these students have formal bachelor's degrees and are the rising stars of the railway system.
Everyone is waiting for the arrival of the visiting professor - today Woodpluck will return to Balazon and Galahad to teach the students.
Teacher Wood and Xueming had said before that if you have time, you must come to Galahad to study psychic powers.
The state of the spirit body of [Fragrant Dream] is very delicate. If it can become more obedient under the guidance of Teacher Wood and have a higher tacit understanding with Xueming, it will be a great joy.
Whispers came from the ancient stone building, and Xueming looked in response——
——It’s not that the students are impatient to wait, but the paintings hanging between the porch stairs and the wall are speaking.
Yes, you read that right, that’s the literal meaning.
There are three paintings placed on the right side of the classroom by the window. They are made using the curious craftsmanship of tantric Thangka human skin painting. These magic media lock the living souls in the paintings and turn them into living undead.
The painting closest to the podium is from 1588. It is of a handsome brother. When he asked his classmates about the fashion trends in the secular world, judging from his appearance in bell-bottom trousers and a small cotton-padded jacket, he was a man who followed trends more than his appearance.
Spiritual boy.
The origin of this person is marked under the painting.
[The 21st professor of parapsychology in Galahad, died of rosellia disease - Romero Van Persie]
In the classroom, on the wall of the corridor is a portrait of a solemn and solemn lady, wearing Edwardian clothing.
[Galahad’s third Potions Master died from a natural lightning strike——Lilith Pink]
A portrait of a heroic Mongol general hangs on the back door of the classroom.
[I don’t know where the haunted painting was dug out from. According to the spirit’s autobiography, after he was captured, a siege shell broke his right leg, and he later died of the plague - Uliang Habe Alan Moko]
These spirits seemed to know the past and present, and had been living in the form of portraits. Xueming followed the noisy conversation and saw Professor Romero winking and scolding the clothes of today's students.
He and Teacher Pink looked at each other, and were immediately forced to look away by the other's extremely aggressive and vicious spiritual pressure.
The old woman squatted down in the portrait and leaned close to her descendants, as if she was trying to bully the unscrupulous descendants who came home for the New Year without bringing their girlfriends, making ruthless mockery of them in terms of their magic skills and economic level.
Behind him, General Alan Moko was sitting in a wheelchair. Flies flew out of his ears from time to time. Hearing the playful and insulting sounds of the two old friends, he just laughed.
All of this gave Xueming an unreal illusion, as if he was living in Hogwarts. These paintings are like video tapes, sealing away the heroic and evil spirits in the past and becoming the best preservation device.
If you think about it carefully, psychic energy is really a wonderful thing. No wonder Director Simmons values credits so much and wants to gather other teachers to put pressure on the dean to take back all the credits for knight combat skills.
This kind of magic miracle is the pride of extraordinary people, and it is completely different from the skills taught by Xueming.
Woodpluck pushed the door open and just glanced at a few portraits——
——After saying hello to these old friends, the whole classroom became quiet.
"quiet."
Class has started.
As a transfer student, Xueming couldn't keep up with Teacher Wood's teaching schedule at all.
The topic I want to talk about today revolves around the magic of psychic rituals based on hallucinogens and incense in District 48.
He had never learned potions or ritual magic, and he did not understand the principles of rituals. Xueming did not understand anything Teacher Wood said.
A full two hours passed. Other students wrote more than 20 pages of notes in class, drew magic circles, and wrote down recipes. Xueming just traced each student's facial makeup with a pencil, but didn't memorize anything.
live.
When the bell rang, Wood put away his teaching bag and shook hands with every student with a smile on his face while wearing gloves.
Xueming straightened up and stretched his muscles, as if he had been imprisoned and was finally free. Just as he was about to go back to the dormitory to rest for a while, unexpectedly, Teacher Wood stepped forward and grabbed Xueming's arm.
"You wait a moment."
Only the two of them were left in the empty classroom.
Xueming: "Teacher, isn't get out of class over now?"
Wood: "Our classes haven't started yet."
Xueming didn't know what kind of medicine Teacher Wood was selling in his gourd, so he was just waiting for an explanation.
The visiting professor put away the teaching materials, took out two sets of teaching aids from his shoulder bag, and patiently explained to Xueming.
"These classmates just now are all top students related to agriculture, forestry and animal husbandry in Greenstone District. I don't have much time to stay in Galahad to teach, so I just put you into the classroom to meet them, even if it's just to make fun of them.
It’s good to be familiar.”
Xueming: "Oh..."
Wood: "You are a gunsmith. If you go to class with ordinary students who are in the eighth grade, you will be embarrassed to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. The teacher who teaches the introduction to psionic energy only gets a salary of 140,000 yuan a year, which is not even as good as yours."
If you can earn money quickly by using the sewing machine for a few minutes, how do you want others to give you lessons?"
Xueming didn’t understand: “Is this related to income?”
"This society is very realistic, classmate Jiang Xueming." Wood said matter-of-factly: "Like Director Simmons, if he meets Daniel in your class -"
"——He would say, Daniel, you are a smart boy with a bright future."
"If you meet Kathy——"
"——He would say, little angel Kaixi, if my little nephew goes to the Transportation Department in the future, your father will need to take care of him."
"If you meet Liu Xiaomin——"
"——He would say, girl, you don't look very smart. Get in touch with your classmates more. The opportunity to change your destiny is right in front of you. Exams and marriage are the most important multiple-choice questions in life. If you have the ability to change your destiny,
of great power.”
Xueming laughed so hard: "Ha..."
"It's very realistic and ridiculous, right?" Wood took off his glasses and stopped showing off like a polite scum. He put his arm around Xueming's shoulders and led him to the podium: "You are the one who wants to make fun of them.
That's wrong, Xueming. A lion has a lion's way of living, and a jackal has a jackal's way of living."
Xueming pursed her lips, not knowing how to respond: "This director is really bad."
Wood: "What's the bad thing?"
Xueming: "According to what you said, teacher, would Simmons really instigate a little girl with no money and power to curry favor with the rich second generation?"
Wood: "Don't be slanderous! Director Simmons is indeed such a person, but language itself has magic power, a kind of magic. He never says it clearly, he always sounds high-sounding."
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"This topic is too big for me." Xueming said without blushing, "I'm still young, I'm a baby."
Wood waved: "Then let's start the class?"
Xueming: "Okay."
"First of all, classmate Xueming." Wood Plunk took off his gloves and showed two fleshy palms: "We have to take a good look at our hands - because you, like me, rely on fleshy palms to release the super powers of the soul.
ability."
Xueming followed suit and took off his thick cotton gloves.
"Whether it is the East or the West, in many religious rituals in the field of occultism, there is a prayer ceremony with palms together." Wood Placker said: "This is a longing for a detached god who, as a savior, will come.
Help us mortals, release its divine power and do us favor."
Xueming looked at Teacher Wood’s palm——
——Same as when we first met, Mr. Plunk's palm has been smoothed, with no fingerprints or palmprints, and it is almost impossible to tell the difference between his left hand and his right hand.
Wood pointed to the paintings in the classroom and explained patiently.
"Dead souls live in these portraits. You have been to Niflheim. You know what kind of place the Red Star Mountain is. Most of the geological environment and soil there..."
Xueming immediately replied: "They are all chiral molecules."
"Yes, but this thing is not important." Teacher Wood changed his explanation, because Xueming dropped out of high school. Although he is a child who loves to read, it would waste a lot of time to give him popular chemistry classes: "We need to figure it out now.
The essential difference between spirit body and soul power allows you to better control your [Fragrant Dream]."
Xueming: "Go on."
Wood showed one of the teaching aids, which was sulfuric acid and medical supplies.
"Heim's underworld and the real world are like two symmetrical but completely different worlds. Previously, you were attacked by the soul power of [i·Icon], and your soul left your body, right?"
Xueming recalled the spirit form at that time: "Yes, it looked like an iron can, but without the lower body."
"Because you were in the cocoon stage at the time." Wood continued: "Your spirit body was fragmented and not fully developed. The organs in the cocoon were all in pieces and had not found the correct position."
He grabbed Xueming's hand and applied sulfuric acid to his fingers.
"The power of the soul is different. It has complete consciousness, just like you have seen a ghost and seen your own dead soul. Like many haunted and supernatural events, it has some magical powers - such as the floor elf who likes to play pranks. If you don't
Pay attention to the missing screws at the work station, they disappear in the blink of an eye, maybe these guys are secretly causing trouble."
Eliminating Xueming's fingerprints is a ritual that eliminates part of the chirality of the spiritual body and physical body, and makes the two closer to mirror symmetry.
"If horror movies become a reality, what do you think of the strength of the Midnight Ring as a spirit?"
Xueming endured the burning sensation in her fingers and hesitated for a moment: "Uh..."
"It is a remote precision control type of soul power." Wood said: "A video tape is required as a magic medium to launch the soul power attack. The victim needs a video tape projector and a TV to complete the death curse ritual. The activation period is seven days. This
The curse will only take effect if you plant an Avatar and chew a big melon. People who are cursed have almost no chance of survival."
Xueming: "Indeed."
Teacher Wood carefully peeled off the burnt black skin on Xueming's fingers, as if chatting at home.
"The more powerful the special ability, the more complicated the ritual of performing magic. Like my [Sexy Bomb] and your [Fragrant Dream], both require physical palms to be in close contact with the target. We must maintain the state of unity of spirit and body.
, in order to infuse spiritual energy into the target's body to make the special ability take effect. Let me ask one more question, lest I become sentimental - you really need to take back the spirit body and touch the enemy with both hands to make the enemy fall asleep and dream.
Is that right?"
Xueming: "That's right..."
Wood breathed a sigh of relief, his expression a little funny.
"It's the same for me. If my physical body can't touch the enemy, I can't create an explosion. Even if the spirit body leaves the physical body and moves freely, it punches hard and beats the enemy to the ground, but it can't turn the opponent into a human being.
A human bomb. This is the extremely powerful attack surface obtained by limiting the range - in most battles, we only need to withdraw the spirit body, touch the target with the palm of our flesh, and the game is over."
After disinfecting Xueming and stopping the bleeding to prevent infection of the wound on his finger, and erasing the fingerprints——
——Wood Placker finished the introduction to spiritual bodies and finally got to the point.
"Call your [Fragrant Dream] now."
"SD!" Xueming shouted Hunwei's abbreviated name loudly.
The steel cat came out of its body. As soon as it took a step out, it was locked firmly in place. Its expression was shocked and stunned. It was the first time it left Xueming's body after it returned to its male form.
Jiang Xueming didn't seem to realize what was happening. He raised his hand to touch the spirit body of Soul Power, but found that Fragrance Huanmeng raised his hand forward simultaneously with him, and it was the doppelganger that followed him like a shadow.
Xueming quickly asked: "What is going on?"
"What is going on?!" Fenfang Huanmeng screamed: "Gunsmith! What did this guy do to you! Why can't I move?"
Wood Placker explained: "I have eliminated your fingerprints and also eliminated part of the chirality of the spirit body. You and this disobedient big cat will temporarily share a set of nerves."
Xueming took two steps back, and Fengfang Huanmeng did the same, following Xueming's body movements and moving in sync.
Lifting the arms and standing upright, standing and kicking the legs, it is like twins born from the same mother. Like conjoined twins, they are inseparable and inseparable.
Xueming: "The range has become shorter?"
Originally, Fragrance Fantasy could leave the body sixteen meters away to attack enemies in the distance. Now, it can only move forward forty centimeters at most, before it is firmly locked by the body and unable to move forward.
Wood: "Yeah, you'll be more connected."
Xueming: "Why do you do this?"
"This is a kind of weight-bearing training." Wood summoned the sheep-headed spirit body of [Sexy Bomb], and the phantom turned into flames knocked on the steel cat's helmet, as if beating a student, asking the big cat to obey: "It's not just the range.
, its speed and precision will also decrease - to the same level as your physical body. I want you to slowly surrender it and let it become your phantom incarnation. After all, it possesses a part of the proud and ruthless Mingde essence.
Bad temperament, naughty and unruly, these traits will kill you."
Wood put away the teaching aids and put the second set of teaching aids back into his shoulder bag.
"If you can't adapt to this kind of weight-bearing training, you can cut off your fingers at any time, drink Lady White's products, and unlock the seal of the fragrant dream."
Fragrant Fantasy: "Can I bear this injustice?"
Wood laughed and said, "You don't have a choice."
Xueming had thought before that if Fengfang Huanmeng was willing to take the initiative to fight with a gun, learn various instruments, and calculate the power based on its spiritual power, then it would be an Astartes super soldier.
It's a pity that this lazy cat doesn't like to study at all. It's a good thing that Teacher Wood added such a tight spell to it. But I don't know how long this weight-bearing training will last.
Xueming asked curiously: "What is the second set of teaching aids?"
"After the weight training is over, I will tell you what the second set of teaching aids is." Wood pretended to be mysterious and said: "There is another similarity between your spirit body and me - they both have inhuman qualities."
The flame incarnation of [Sexy Bomb] has sheep's hooves and horns, and even the head shape belongs to the great devil Baphomet.
"I erased all my palm prints and fingerprints." Wood showed his palms: "In order to better control it, it is very, very disobedient and interfered with my private life more than once. I gave birth to a daughter with my wife.
My daughter was born with a tail and very powerful psychic talents. This is a curse placed on me by the devil, and it seems that it wants to come to the world in this way."
Wood points to the Morpho butterfly tattoo on his neck.
"I have a tattoo on my Adam's apple on my neck. This is a Morpho butterfly. It can help me control Baphomet's power. There are no lines on my two palms. [Sexy Bomb] will only obey my orders."
.Like other VIPs, they don’t have this kind of trouble—their soul power won’t go out of control.”
While taking notes, Xueming talked about these things with the anonymous group and shared classroom experiences with her peers.
[Jason Megan: Don’t spread rumors if you don’t believe them.]
"This is the end of the introductory class on the introduction to psychic energy. In fact, spiritual bodies also have many subdivisions." Teacher Wood couldn't stop talking about the super-class content, pointing to the paintings on the wall: "These spiritual bodies can be divided into
For [Tower Spirit] - the ancient mage towers always had some stewards. The knowledge recorded on paper usually disappears after a hundred years. In order to better manage the tower castle, the mages will use the spirit hub to retain it.
The trustworthy old housekeeper allows these workers to continue working overtime to prepare cultural heritage for their descendants. Most of the sticks made by the boss have [Duling], which are pure souls that have lost their conscious subjects and have no memory. They will only
Execute a program to teach the user a certain skill and exert expertise in a certain field. It is the first teacher for passengers."
Xueming looked strange, thinking of his Holy Light Sword.
If this thing is home to a [Duling Spirit], wouldn't it only have two skills: lust and light?
Wood pushed the fragrant dream back into Xueming's body.
"After people die, the spirits floating in the world are called [Wandering Spirits]. You have seen the Corruption Dragon of Favna from the Skull and Bones Society before, and it is also a monster created by the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult by collecting the energy of wandering spirits - these spirits will carry some
Information, when the Green Gold Guards are investigating, they usually use these psychic remnants to look for clues."
"Your teacher has a good brother named Jack Martin."
Speaking of this, Wood's originally relaxed expression became serious.
"He has lost half of his soul and should be counted among the dead. His body should be buried in the ground, so he can rely on the dust as a medium to flash, drift and condense his body like a haze. Previously, he had a relationship with Mary Stuart.
Judging from the battle records and the combat performance on the Iron Warrior, he is a standard [evil spirit] - in the mortal world, many spiritual disasters are classified and filed according to these four kinds of spirits."
[Jack Martin: Don’t spread rumors if you don’t believe them.]
Now that the business is done, it’s time to have some fun.
Following Teacher Wood's ritual, Xueming now has the special effects of two consecutive blows of Wind and Fury with critical hits and high-pressure airflow range damage from the spirit body - but he has not found a suitable opponent, and he does not dare to test the sword with any student.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The core strength of Fragrant Fantasy is very strong. The Toyota Corolla only weighs one ton, and it can easily lift an ae86.
"That's all for today." Wood put away his tools and talked about another thing with Xueming: "It's almost time. You have to cheer up and deal with your students."
Xueming heard the implication of Teacher Wood's words and immediately asked: "Someone wants to deal with me?"
"It's definitely not going to be too simple." Wood put on his glasses again and returned to his appearance as a gentle scum: "Director Simmons knows the importance of credits, not to mention the other instructors who have had their credits taken away by you? They will definitely not sit back and watch.
No matter, during this month of trial training, someone will definitely come to trouble you."
The conductor leaned close to Xueming's ear, avoiding the eyes and ears of the spirit in the portrait, and whispered a reminder.
"What you teach is not only the method of self-protection, but also the technique of killing people. If the trial training is not effective, your course will be cancelled, and the credits will be like power, returned to the hands of the teachers. This is very important to them.
It's a good thing, I just want to see you make a fool of yourself."
"Think about it from another angle. You are an unknown gunsmith and the natural enemy of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. If knight combat skills are to become a serious and systematic discipline, you can teach the second eldest sister, the second eldest sister.
A gunsmith can teach a hundred elder sisters and a hundred gunsmiths, and I'm afraid these cultists will also hinder you and prevent you from having an easy time."
Xueming was thoughtful, but began to be in a dilemma. Because visible enemies are easy to deal with, but invisible enemies are the most difficult to deal with.
Like this classroom, if the surname "Van Persie" hadn't been written on the painting, he would have remembered that the governor of District 48 also had the surname Van Persie. This family has deep roots in the Abyss Railway, and the old ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years may also be the tipper.
sentinel.
"Don't be so nervous." Teacher Wood put on his gloves and patted Xueming on the shoulder with a smile, "The school anniversary will be in half a year. The Academy Cup is also called the Sage's Cup - each branch will hold a magic competition and use psychic duels.
I believe in your ability when it comes to knightly competitions."
Xueming covered her forehead, feeling a little confused.
"When I came to Galahad, I just felt strange, really strange."
Wood: "Why did you say that?"
Xueming: "On the train, a student told me that he wanted me to establish friendship with him - with a watch."
Wood: "..."
Xueming sighed.
"I can't understand it, I can't understand it, and after thinking about it for a long time, I still can't figure it out. It seems that friendship is not friendship, but just a few words that float out of the mouth. Do these children really understand what friendship is?"
"Today I heard Teacher Wood talking about Director Simmons. Love and marriage are no longer love and marriage. They have become an account. I remember that this school started from the age of thirteen to twenty-one.
An amusement park where children can learn, grow, and travel together until they graduate.”
"These days I visited the dormitory, ate in the cafeteria, and went to the recreation room to play chess with others. Meteor also likes to catch strangers playing games. Everything is fine."
"Just returning to schoolwork and this small society, I always feel that Daniel and Cathy are very tired."
"They have to be careful when talking to me. Whenever there is an opportunity to compete for credits, they will never miss it. They will always come to me to talk about family affairs. Others will be praised if they achieve 90%, but they will not be praised if they achieve 90%.
Worried about being overtaken by others and scolded by parents.”
"I heard from my butler's waiter that it is a blessing for the children of lions and antelopes to go to the same school and learn survival skills together."
"I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't put it into words. It was like punching the air. There was no sound, but thunder could be heard."
Wood Plaque heard Xueming talking about these things and immediately responded.
"You are twenty-four years old?"
Xueming: "Yes, does it have anything to do with age?"
Wood: "A little, but not much. People tend to have random thoughts when they grow up. You are always worried and have to plan ahead. Are you going to get married soon?"
Xueming: "I shouldn't think about these things?"
Wood: "Gunsmith, you have to know that in Galahad you are a teacher first. When you are a teacher, you should not be so far away from the children. You should be more like a child than these students - I think these issues,
Instead of asking me, it’s better to find the answer from the children. Children like Meteor are very good and can instill unlimited vitality in you.”
At this point, Professor Plack turned Galahad's brochure to the last page, and pointed to the motto of the Sage's Cup, like a love letter to the students.