In the spacious classroom, two figures stood quietly.
"Are you... here for class?"
Standing on the podium, looking at Adier pushing open the door from a distance, Simora raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice.
After saying this, he looked at Adil steadily, and unknowingly, there was a little expectation in his eyes.
Looking at this scene and feeling the other person's eyes, Adil nodded blankly: "Yes, isn't today a pharmacy class?"
In the distance, listening to Adil's words, Simora was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse and gloomy voice: "No, you are not in the wrong place."
"The time has come, come in and have class..."
He said this silently, and then stopped looking at Adil. He just turned around silently and took out something from under his body.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Adil sighed secretly as he looked at Simora on the podium.
This scene has been foreshadowed a long time ago.
Pharmacy is too difficult and requires too much learning ability from apprentices. The further the courses go, the fewer people will be able to catch up.
In the past, Adier had not paid attention because he was too focused. But now that he thought about it, Adier suddenly discovered that as early as the last class, he could still keep up with the progress, and the only apprentices who came to class were
There are only a few people left.
Now, only Adil is left.
"Okay, let's get started."
In front, standing on the podium, looking at Adier in front of him, a glimmer of hope flashed in Simora's eyes, and he couldn't help but pick up his energy again and began to lecture.
His courses have always been very serious. Even if there is only one student left now, he will not relax at all, but becomes even more serious.
Listening to the other party's lesson, Adier turned on the chip assistance while listening carefully.
With his full dedication and the chip's powerful auxiliary capabilities, although it was difficult for him to listen, he was able to barely keep up with the progress and would not be pushed back too far.
As for those parts that you really don't understand, they will be recorded by the chip, waiting to be played back again and again to study and ponder.
An hour or two passed quickly. Standing on the podium in front, looking at Adier in front of him, Simora quickly explained various knowledge points.
Perhaps it was because Adil was the only student attending the class. In order for him to understand better, he would stop and slow down the progress every time he talked about a difficult point, so that Adier could hear it more clearly.
"Okay, that's it for this lesson."
He didn't know when he was talking, but when the sky outside started to get dark, he stopped teaching this time.
"If you have any questions, you can ask them now."
Looking at Adier, Simora spoke.
Hearing this, Adier was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.
Of course he would not miss this opportunity. He simply walked up and asked, "Sir, please tell me about the refining of blood potions. How do you eliminate the rejection of the blood of different creatures when refining it?"
"This is a very complex issue..."
Listening to Adil's questions, Simora nodded secretly, her face gradually became serious, and she began to answer Adil's questions seriously.
Time passed quickly in the after-school tutoring.
Ximora did not take the initiative to say when she would leave, so Adil naturally had to take advantage of this opportunity.
He asked all the doubts he had when studying pharmacy in one breath, like a sponge, actively absorbing knowledge.
Listening to these questions, Simora did not show any impatience. Instead, she patiently helped Adil solve his doubts.
A long time passed unknowingly, and Adil woke up only after the sky outside was completely dark.
"Sorry to bother you for so long."
He looked at Simora in front of him apologetically: "It's getting late, I'll leave first."
After hearing this, Simora nodded, then waved her hand to signal him to leave.
Sensing what the other party meant, Adier breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from where he was, and walked towards the door.
When he walked to the gate, behind him, Simora's hoarse voice sounded again.
"From now on, just call me teacher."
Standing in front of the gate, Adil was stunned for a moment, with a surprised expression on his face.
"Yes, Teacher Simora."
He quickly reacted and turned to Seymour behind him to perform a seemingly ancient courtesy.
This is the etiquette used by ancient Sith nobles to show respect to those they respect. Although I don't know if it is correct to use it here, it can at least express one's feelings.
After performing the courtesy and looking at Simora nodding in the distance, Adil felt relieved and then left with a respectful expression.
Standing on the podium, silently watching Adil leave, a trace of relief flashed in Simora's eyes when thinking of Adil's performance in the past few months.
"How many years..."
Standing there, he turned around and looked at the darkening sky outside, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.
In the many years since he became an official wizard, he has lost count of how many years he has not seen an outstanding apprentice like Adil.
The inheritance of pharmacy is actually very difficult.
Many apprentices yearn to refine potions, but they may not have this talent.
The inheritance of wizards is often very different. When it comes to refining potions, because the schools of inheritance are different, different wizards will have different methods and some of the things they are good at.
Because of the difficulty of learning pharmacy, many pharmacy inheritances are actually very difficult to pass on, and it is difficult to find suitable people to inherit and learn from them.
Even Ximora, a formal wizard, couldn't help but want to recruit students after seeing Adier's outstanding talent.
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"Teacher... this title seems to be somewhat similar to those wizard schools. Is Teacher Simora a wizard of the school?"
Walking on the spacious avenue, thinking about the scene just now, this thought flashed in Adil's mind.
On this continent, in addition to organizations such as academies, wizards also have schools of various sizes.
These schools often pass on certain unique knowledge and spells, usually in the form of master-disciple inheritance. Although there are fewer wizards than the wizards in the academy, the relationship is closer.
However, due to the lack of communication with outsiders, coupled with the loss of inheritance and other reasons, the strength of many schools of wizards is often not strong, and there are very few official wizards.
"It seems normal when you think about it."
As he walked on the road, Adil thought to himself: "Compared to large organizations like the academy, which have a lot of resources and complete systems, although independent wizards have a unique heritage, they are far inferior in other aspects. Joining the academy is not enough.
It’s normal.”
"With the strength of Instructor Ximora as a formal wizard and the knowledge of pharmacy, no academy will refuse to join, and will invite people to join with the most favorable conditions."
Thinking of this, Adil had a vague understanding: "Uraldo Academy is most good at and famous for shadow spells and magic weapon refining, but the inheritance of pharmacy is actually lacking. So after having Instructor Simora
After joining, the top management of the college will vigorously promote pharmacy courses in the college, probably because they want to cultivate the college's own pharmacy wizards to fill the vacancies in this area."
"I have now shown an excellent talent for pharmacy. As long as I keep doing this, I might be able to get into the sight of the college's senior management and gain some support."