After waking up

In a dormitory room in the Black Castle, Hathaway was carefully reading a new magic publication. The editorial department is the Black Castle Service Department. Except for the confidentiality requirements, it occasionally contains the essence of some classroom stories taught by extraordinary people. It is allowed to publish some important personal opinions and more general academic articles.

This publication called "Truth and Magic" was first sold internally to Black Castle. Today is its first issue. Hathaway went to buy it early in the morning. It cost her a month's living expenses. As you can imagine, it was still a bit small. Dear.

But this journal is also extremely solid. What Hathaway got is a thick one. Although it is not as good as some large magic books, the content must be at least as much as a dozen newspapers.

Turning over the title page of the publication, there is a preface on the next page, only a few sentences, signed by Mullan Jonest.

"Each of us is walking on the road all the time. Every intersection is an important moment in our lives. We cannot choose the starting point of the road, but at least we hope to choose the turning point of the road with expectations. This publication may be of great help during the journey. It’s insignificant, and it may create some ripples. No matter what, may the light of truth illuminate the front of our road! Mullan Jonest.”

Hathaway read this sentence gently, and just after she finished reading, someone screamed next to her.

"Oh oh oh, this is not true, Hathaway, you actually bought this book?"

"What? Really?" "No?"

After one person screamed, several girls ran downstairs, some even disheveled.

"You actually bought it, can you actually afford it?"

Several people arrived at the restaurant table and reached out to touch it. Hathaway quickly blocked the book, but was immediately attacked and tickled.

"Ah hahaha, stop, no, hahaha."

"Hahaha, it feels so good!" "This book is also true!"

"Really, I want it too, but why is it so expensive?"

"No way, this is not so much a publication, but strictly speaking a real magic book. The cost is there."

"Hathaway is the first among us to have her own magic book!"

"I'm so envious!"

Hathaway blushed, hugged her chest, gasped, and then grabbed her book back.

"You guys have gone too far. You can watch it together, but you can't move any more."

"knew!"

Several people hurriedly sat down on the edge and flipped through the books together. First they turned through a few pages at random, and then naturally turned to a summary of Professor Jonst's transcript, which seemed to be a passage from a certain class.

[Everyone has his or her plasticity, and everyone deserves to seriously shape themselves. In the extraordinary world, reality does not necessarily come from appearances, but more likely from beliefs. The transformation of the soul is a process that resonates with beliefs.

The belief here is not a clear name. It can represent a certain quality, or a certain desire and goal. There is no distinction between good and bad.

Therefore, it is crucial to find the right path or the right belief, and the process of stimulating belief is theoretically controllable to a certain extent, including good parents, excellent teachers, rich resources, and sufficient experience.

If someone can truly influence the process of resonance of a belief, he is undoubtedly a master in this field]

On the prayer chair in the Digao Cathedral, Mulan, who was taking a nap with his cane, opened his eyes and looked at the statue of Holy Light in front of him. It's ironic for the church, isn't it.

Mulan stood up and left the church together with the believers who had finished their prayers. He could still feel the magic fluctuations of Gormos in his heart. On the spiritual level, it was like there were threads extending from Mulan's will to him.

In the chaotic shadow of dreams and reality, the shadow of the apostle seemed to shape a puppet with strings.

For Mulan, the so-called unintentional insertion is the current situation. Obtaining Gormos is more valuable than testing the church or even planting seeds inside the church.

The train to the church is still on the way, and there is no room for Mulan to interfere in a short period of time. Maybe now there is time to meet the Matt brothers and sisters.

Mulan returned to the Black Castle first, and then immediately headed to a known location.

In a relatively quiet building in Digao City, brother and sister Matt were enjoying breakfast. Matt had slices of bread and meat and a cup of coffee, while Chris had a large glass of milk with high-quality honey and fish.

"What book is that on your desk?"

"I thought the journal of Black Castle was strange, so I asked someone to buy one. I thought it was quite expensive, but I didn't expect it to be a magic book. The price is very cheap."

Chris reached out and pulled the book over.

"Is it interesting?"

"It's more interesting than I thought. Maybe I have to reconsider teaching in Black Castle."

Chris was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong~"

"who?"

There was no obvious aura, but there was no sense of crisis either.

"Of course we are old friends."

Mulan's voice sounded outside the door, Chrissy's face showed surprise, but Matt frowned visibly, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'll open the door!"

Chris stood up immediately, walked to the door and opened it. The cold wind outside poured into the room, and Mulan, with her hair swaying in the wind, stood at the door.

"Hello Miss Chrissy, you are more beautiful than when you were in Solons."

"Ha, you speak better than when you were in Solens, Lord Jonest! Are you here to see him or me?"

Mulan's smile did not change.

"I'm here to see you two. Why don't you invite me in?"

Chris smiled, and moved sideways to signal Mulan to come in, but not much. On her graceful body, her breasts, which were still uncovered in winter, were slightly raised, looking extremely plump and attractive.

"Come in!"

Mulan looked at Chris, and then glanced at Matt, who had a serious face. Then he grabbed Chris's shoulder and gently pulled it inward. Chris only felt an irresistible force coming from her body. He was taken inside, and Mulan had already entered the room.

Mulan shook his windbreaker as if to shake off the cold air, and then took out a document from his arms.

"This thing has been in my hands for a while. By the Queen's order, you can go to the Black Castle to teach. Congratulations, Professor Matt!"

Mulan smiled sincerely, and the corners of Matt's mouth twitched slightly.

"I applied for an independent laboratory."

"Well, it will be equipped for you in the Black Castle. Do you have any other questions?"

"Can I say no?"

Mulan smiled and shook his head.

"Can't."

Chris, who had a slightly straight face, returned to the dining table and looked at Mulandao.

"What about me, can I teach?"

"Yes, yes, but what will you teach?"

Mulan is indeed a little curious. Chris is also a genius. Her talent brings her own misfortune, and coupled with the special nature of her path, what can this teach her?

"No matter how bad you are, you can still teach others how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."

"That makes sense!"

Seeing Mulan nodding and thinking, Matt couldn't help sweating and spoke.

"Your Excellency Jonest, please do not seriously consider this nonsense possibility!"

But Chris refused, twisting her fingers around a strand of hair and putting her head in her mouth.

"I heard that there are many outstanding boys in Black Castle. Do they dislike their older sisters? Ha, I'll go to the room to find suitable clothes!"

Chris stood up immediately and ran upstairs happily.

Matt couldn't help but rub his forehead and looked up at Mulan.

"Lord Jones, as long as Chris is prohibited from teaching, I promise to go to the Black Castle."

"make a deal!"

Mulan reached out and reached out to Matt, and the problem was easily solved.

At this moment, Mulan revealed his true intention.

"Matt, actually I have a personal request for your help."

"You say it, as long as it's not too much."

Matt answered weakly. Now he no longer had any taboo about status. Since he couldn't escape, he could only accept his fate.

"There is also a senior alchemist in the Black Castle. He is very skilled and knowledgeable, but he has a weird temperament. I am very concerned about some of his research, and I hope..."

Mullan told what happened before, hoping that Matt could take advantage of similar occupations to help collect information after joining Black Castle.

"Your blood?"

Matt subconsciously looked at Mullan.

"Uh, how about you give me two tubes first and I'll study them?"

Mulan's mouth twitched, and then he actually agreed.

"Yes, trust is mutual, and I am willing to believe you."

After all, Mullan knows Matt better and understands that he has been affected by interference resonance to a certain extent.

But Matt was a little surprised when he heard Mulan's answer, and then he was a little moved.

"I didn't expect you to trust me so much. I've obviously been avoiding you."

"I'm also very curious about this. You must know that I am the Radiant Knight after all, and we have cooperated well in Solons. Why are you avoiding me? Do you think I am a sinister villain and not worthy of close friendship?"

No matter what Mulan thought in his heart, he asked it very sincerely on the surface.

Matt was suddenly embarrassed and quickly found a reasonable reason.

"Well, maybe it's because of Chris."

"You're a crazy sister-protector."

"ha?"

Matt was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized the meaning of this sentence.

"How dare you say you weren't staring at Chrissy's breasts, ass, and thighs?"

Mulan's mouth twitched again and couldn't help but glance towards the stairs. What Matt said was so straightforward.

"I'm a normal male, and it's hard not to notice someone like Chris."

"What I'm guarding against is prudes like you!"

Mulan took a deep breath and calmed down for a few seconds before speaking.

"This conversation cannot continue. Let's each take a step back. You are not a sister-protecting maniac."

"Okay, you're not a prude!"