This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 189 - 168 Epilogue

Chapter 189: Chapter 168 Epilogue

"Sir..." In the crowd, Sally was listening to the non-stop narration of the second-level wizard apprentice, and she finally couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with curiosity and wanted to ask some questions.

After all, what she had seen and heard within Greybone Academy was vastly different from what her grandfather, an idle third-level wizard, had told her about.

"You can just call me senior," Donn said with a smile as he gently tapped the metal badge on his chest, correcting Sally’s form of address.

"According to the new rules set by Dean Lucien, we can gradually do away with the title ’sir’ in our academy, and apprentices can call each other ’senior brother’ or ’senior sister’ based on age distinction. Those who are beyond the point of this age classification can all be referred to as ’teacher.’ Hehe, of course, it’s not wrong for you to address someone as sir now, but I still prefer the new term ’senior’ invented by Dean Lucien..."

Donn smiled, as a beneficiary of Lucien’s new educational system, he naturally sided with Lucien and showed great interest in some of the new terms introduced.

"Senior brother..." Sally softly savored this word that obviously combined "apprentice" and "brother," finding a special kind of beauty in this unfamiliar term.

But she couldn’t afford to savor this new term at the moment, and instead cautiously voiced the confusion in her heart. "Senior Donn, I’d like to ask... the systems here at Greybone Academy seem to differ from what my elders have told me..."

"Indeed, this is the result of a series of reforms recently promoted by Dean Lucien," Donn said with admiration in his eyes, and then looked at the group of newcomers he was leading with a bit of sentiment.

"You’ve arrived at a good time. I didn’t get to enjoy such an educational system when I first entered the academy... Ah, right. You’ll be part of the first-year group seven. During your first year of admission, I’ll be your mentor, and you can discuss with me about anything related to the academy, including dealing with unreasonable requests from third-level wizard apprentices or even academy committee members."

As Donn spoke, he thought of Wizard Morgan, who had just been publicly tried and executed, and his gaze grew confident; the words he uttered were especially forceful.

"Rest assured, at least within Greybone Academy, rules are rules, and as long as you don’t trigger the new regulations, you shouldn’t worry about other issues within the academy!"

...

"That move was indeed the right one..." Lucien opened his eyes. Ever since the public execution of Wizard Morgan, he had felt a continuous stream of reverence being converted into sustenance that hastened the refining and purifying of his spiritual power.

Although the reverence from non-bound students was thinner than that from his own exclusive students, the multitude of reverence from new-blood wizards and some older apprentices, when pooled together, was no small amount, and importantly, it was steady and enduring.

By his own estimates, the boost in spiritual power he gained today from the reverence was at least equivalent to a month’s worth of gains from his "Meditation Method." Moreover, in terms of the quality of the upgrade in spiritual power, the effect of using reverence was even better, as the spiritual power refined through reverence was purer.

"Professor Lucien... The kettle that you instructed the academy’s alchemists to make, they’ve finally got it right after a few attempts," Carly said as she entered the room, and at the same time, returned the Wizard’s Notes that Lucien had previously lent her with a smile.

"Eh? Where’s that guy?" Lucien took the Wizard’s Notes from Carly, but did not see Count Sanaxis, who was supposed to reside within the notes, prompting him to ask curiously.

"Him?..." Carly’s face revealed a serene smile, as bright as the early spring sunshine in March.

"Two-legged Long-haired Monster, the boss... is... here..." Along with a somewhat labored voice, a sheet of paper slowly "floated" out from the Wizard’s Notes.

Lucien looked at Count Sanaxis, who seemed to have been intensely compressed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Pointy-ears, my words stand right here. This is not something that can be settled with just a grape! I swear!"

Once he slowly transitioned from two dimensions back to three, Count Sanaxis charged fearlessly at Carly the moment Lucien’s fingers moved away, only to be casually blocked by just two of Lucien’s fingers.

"Don’t stop me, these pointy-ears are just too much!" Count Sanaxis’s body trembled slightly, as if he was ready to let Carly experience the hardships of society the moment Lucien’s fingers lifted.

Suddenly, Count Sanaxis burst free from the obstruction of Lucien’s fingers and tumbled about thirty centimeters away.

Then, he saw Carly’s somewhat straightforward gaze.

Count Sanaxis stiffened all over.

"Hey, Two-legged Long-haired Monster, aren’t you going to try and stop me? I’m not bragging, but once I throw this punch, your darling student is going to cry for a long time..."

Carly: ???

"Alright, stop it. You know you’re weak in direct combat but you still like to play these exciting games," Lucien said somewhat helplessly.

Although Count Sanaxis seemed rather mysterious in some aspects, his performance in direct combat was always impressively steady—as if ordinary children would disdain to share a table with him.

If it weren’t for his Immortal Body, it was likely that, with Count Sanaxis’s flashy personality, he couldn’t have survived until now... In fact, Lucien sometimes suspected that his decision to willingly let himself be picked up was perhaps because he could no longer mix well within the Dream Layer and thus chose to go with the flow.

Count Sanaxis didn’t make any sound, just lay on a plump purple grape, continuously feeding on the juice inside the grape through the tendrils on his body.

Seeing this, Lucien took out two more grapes from the Space Ring and placed them beside Count Sanaxis.

Then he turned to Carly, who had been waiting for a while, "Let’s go, call Edison, it’s time for us to start the special training."

Carly looked at Lucien at this moment with his confidently brimming demeanor, but she felt somewhat apprehensive in her heart.

After all, she really couldn’t see what special training had to do with a cauldron.

However, out of absolute trust in Lucien, she still nodded her head, even though she had already mentally prepared for rescue and treatment afterward.

In her view, although Dean Lucien might have some research on Physical Refining Wizards, these were merely theoretical deductions; even with Dean Lucien’s extraordinary comprehension and learning abilities, errors might occur...

"But just in time, I have prepared a large number of potions, which are definitely going to be useful," Carly muttered to herself, suddenly feeling that her role in the upcoming special training with Edison had become more crucial.

"The Earthfire Body Refining Technique mainly involves the use of fire attribute Alchemical Runes to temper the body, then ground attribute Alchemical Runes to enhance it—an approach to Body Refinement. Edison, your body is strong enough, and you naturally possess a strong recovery ability, so we can use a clever shortcut to quickly enhance your strength in a short time."

On the training ground, after Lucien had set up the large cauldron, he looked at Edison and began to explain some training details while also seeking Edison’s opinion.

"Whatever the instructor asks me to do, I’ll do," Edison scratched his head, seemingly indifferent to the whole thing.

Lucien couldn’t help but facepalm, feeling that his second student was perhaps a bit too straightforward... emmm, to make an inappropriate comparison, it was like having a human-sized Golden Retriever.

"Forget it, I’ll find time to teach him how to recognize the dangers in society later," Lucien rubbed his temples, murmuring somewhat helplessly in his mind.

Then he began to operate and hook up the cauldron-shaped Witch Tool, and when the water temperature was right, he signaled to Edison that he could come in.

"This is really..." Carly, standing to the side, watched Edison lying in the ’potion soup’ with her eyes widening slightly. She looked at the bubbling dark green potion and couldn’t help but think back to some of the fairy tales about evil witches she heard as a child.

It seemed that those witches liked to use this color of herbs to brew potions, although the main ingredients they used seemed to be frogs or toads...

What am I thinking about!

Carly shook her head vigorously as many random thoughts surfaced in her mind, managing to clear the clutter from her mind.

"That’s just how pointy ears are, sharp ears, limited experience," Count Sanaxis seemed to read Carly’s fanciful thoughts. He casually walked past her, making a nonchalant comment.

"Although this method might be too much for a common Physical Refining Wizard to handle, for that boy, it’s indeed a good approach... tsk tsk tsk..." Count Sanaxis continued, shaking his head as he spoke.

Then he seemed to glance unintentionally at Carly and shook his head again, causing Carly to clench her small fists tightly.

"What right do you have to talk about me!"

Carly, controlling her spiritual power, began to confront Count Sanaxis head-on. She didn’t understand why, but she just felt a natural aversion deep in her bones towards Count Sanaxis, sometimes even harboring an inexplicable fear of the little creature before her.

But for Carly, facing her fear might well be the best way to conquer it.

Thus, her methods were often quite straightforward and forceful.

Like right now, she set up a small cauldron beside Lucien. Inside the cauldron, a semi-transparent "Tuanzi" floated up and down.