Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 983 965. The power of sunshine

After dinner, Margarita waved her hand, and the cutlery and table disappeared.

Lan En now went into the bathroom, saying he wanted to take a shower. The situation on the other side of the rift where the heaven and earth met was so severe that he didn't have much time to keep clean.

Tisaya didn't even wave her hand, and the dean's bedroom, which was originally a bit messy, automatically started to tidy up.

By the way, she also placed the armor that Lan En took off on the armor display stand that Margarita bought.

It was said that it had not been cleaned for a long time, but it didn't seem to have any smell.

When the armor passed by, Tissaya subconsciously shrugged her nose, and then froze.

It was as if he suddenly realized that his behavior was inappropriate.

He turned around and waved his hand, using gestures to coordinate with the chaos magic to make the magic smoother.

In just a few minutes, the entire bedroom was tidied up.

Margarita walked out of the room with a covered plate floating behind her.

"I'm going to bring food to that kitten. Tissaya, you seem to be blushing a little. Did you drink too much just now?"

"No, it's nothing." Tisaya's proud and ascetic face remained calm. "I'm going with you, Rita."

"oh?"

Margarita smiled teasingly.

Most of the time, pornographic jokes between women are more extreme than men, and this trend is even more exaggerated among sorceresses who have always been open-minded.

Even the old man who is a regular customer of the 'special service' in the tavern would probably blush like a naive Hina if he had the chance to hear the night talk in Aretuza's apprentice dormitory.

The two powerful sorceresses walked out of the room, Fluffy Ball's dinner floating in their wake.

"Your blushing face is impressive, Tissaya."

Margarita teased her teacher.

Tissaya once took her great-grandmother as an apprentice, but this age gap was not reflected in their skin and bodies due to the supernatural power.

Margarita smiled and lay on Tisaya's shoulder.

Tissaya, on the other hand, still had her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, walking in a reserved and regular manner.

"Don't be shy, teacher."

In order to better tease Tissaya, Margarita even chose a name she had not used for a long time to call Tissaya.

"The sound of running water in the bathroom is fascinating, right? Imagine the warm water flowing over that face, caressing the long silver hair and strong arms."

"You've had too much to drink, Rita."

Before Margarita could continue speaking in a provocative tone, Tissaya interrupted her with a sullen face as usual.

The overwhelmingly powerful magic and technology instantly made Margarita walk smoothly.

There is no more coquettishness and ambiguity like a drunken rose.

"Tissaya! Don't be so serious!"

The former dean turned a deaf ear and completely used magic to take over the current dean's actions.

If it were before, Margarita would have talked about dirty jokes with close friends like Tissaya and Yennefer.

But then was before and now is now.

If Tisaya really didn't think about anything and had no reaction to Lan En's face and character, she could talk to Margarita for hours without blinking until her mouth was dry. until.

But lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Some people say jokes, and some people look in the mirror.

As for who is telling jokes and who is looking in the mirror, they all know something in their mind.

Tissaya walked in front of Margarita who was being controlled. She couldn't tell whether it was because of her strong desire to control or because she didn't want her to notice the blush on her face.

In short, Tissaya's tone was well controlled, as calm and wise as ever.

"Before you tell a dirty joke, Rita. Just look at this."

Without looking back, Tissaya just raised two fingers and placed them next to her face.

Margarita behind her could only see a golden light emitting from those two fingers.

Just looking at it is like bathing in the warm sunshine.

"What's this?"

Under the golden sunshine, Margarita's blood alcohol concentration felt much lower.

She tilted her head and asked the teacher a question.

"When we were eating just now, my hand brushed against Lan En's. Do you remember?"

Tisaya rubbed her fingers, and the warm sunlight on her fingers disappeared.

"That's what I bumped into during that moment."

"Lan En's hand?" Margarita was still confused, "What on earth is this? Do you want to say that his hand experienced some kind of magic?"

Tisaya turned her head and glanced at Margarita, a look that was very familiar to Margarita.

When she was still in the apprenticeship stage, although her talent had already been revealed, her sloppy personality still caused her to make mistakes on some basic issues from time to time.

And Tissaya, who taught her, would look like this.

——How could I teach such an ignorant guy like you?

"I remember that before I left office, I recommended you to read my book, "About Another Kind of Spellcaster Apart from Warlocks."

Speaking of this, Margarita's eyes flickered.

Tissaya, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke in a bad tone.

"Are you going to tell me that you haven't actually read it at all?"

"No! How could it be? Ha, haha! I remember that in that book, you discussed Meritelli's priests, Freya's chief priest, and Cliff's."

"Cliff's what?"

Tisaya pressed forward and asked.

But while his tone was unkind, he could still nod to the sorceress apprentices who happened to pass by with a calm expression.

The apprentices are obviously very adaptable to the scene where two deans appear at the same time.

Margarita's lips murmured for a long time, and finally sighed dejectedly.

"Well, I didn't look carefully. You know, Tissaya. I'm good at studying spells, but not analytical papers."

"Bishop of Clive."

Tissaya first helped the students fill in the missing knowledge before continuing.

"That was a book I wrote in my early years. It explored the source of the magical power of religious personnel who were attached to gods. There was also further speculation on the existence of gods."

Margarita knew very well that the 'early years' in Tisaya's context should span two hundred years.

It was only a few hundred years ago that humans landed on this continent and discovered the magic of chaos.

Tissaya's theoretical book apparently caused little stir at the time.

And among the new generation of humans and the new generation of warlocks, very few people have even heard of it.

If it weren't for Tisaya's reading mission, perhaps Margarita wouldn't even know about the existence of this book.

It's possible that this book will always be gathering dust in the library of Arethusa.

Although Arethusa has now made clear the fact that gods exist through Lan En's experience. But the trend is not so easy to change.

Human beings have been the dominant race on this continent for a long time, and they naturally have a feeling that "the world is centered on me."

Warlocks are the upper class among humans, and this feeling is even stronger.

In the eyes of the older generation of warlocks like Tissaya, there is a power more powerful than magic in the world, because they have experienced an era when humans have not yet established a foothold on the continent.

In the eyes of the new generation of warlocks, they are the spellcasters who use rigorous logic and boundless wisdom to explore magic and supernatural powers.

Druids and priests are just a group of lunatics who are either withdrawn, fanatical, or both, and they 'accidentally' leverage the magic through their neurotic thinking.

The witch doctors and goddesses in the village are even less worthy of respect. The most capable among them can only rely on eating hallucinogenic mushrooms and smelling herbal incense to connect their spirits with the magic of chaos.

Most of them don't know anything, they just use their spieling words to deceive ignorant and shallow farmers, and sell amulets or little straw men that only have psychological comfort effect.

"You mean this is some kind of divine power?"

But Margarita, who is clearly aware of the existence of the Lady in the Lake, is obviously much more accepting than other new generation warlocks.

"Yes, divine power." Tishaya said lightly, "Some kind of divine power with the nature of sunshine. It is completely different from the lady in the lake, except that it is all golden."

As he spoke, Tissaya suddenly sighed.

"You, the new generation of warlocks, are too young and have never seen a real big scene. So after seeing the novel power, you dare to subconsciously believe that it is some kind of magic."

"In our day, things weren't so absolute."

"Don't say such old-fashioned things, Tissaya. You look old."

Although Margarita admitted that she was not as knowledgeable as her teacher, she did not feel that the gap was that big.

It is like a child who has not yet gone to school complaining about the difficulty of life in front of an adult who has been severely beaten by society.

So he said it nonchalantly.

What Tisaya said just now made her think she was talking to the old demon hunter Lan En described - Vesemir.

Compared to warlocks who can use various means to maintain their youth and passion, demon hunters who rely solely on physical mutations to resist the erosion of time will obviously have an older mentality.

But Tissaya suddenly turned around after Margarita finished speaking.

She heard the feeling of 'not caring' in Margarita's words.

The magic that originally controlled Margarita's actions was also canceled by her.

Tissaya said nothing, but looked at the student who she was proud of and had a headache at the same time with a strange look.

"You, why do you look at me like that?"

Margarita smiled uncomfortably.

If Tisaya still used magic to suppress her, she wouldn't be so nervous. After all, she had been taught this way since she was a student.

But if Tisaya suddenly removes her magic and looks like she wants to ‘speak properly’, then Margarita will understand——

I probably made a 'big mistake' in the eyes of the teacher.

"Let me make sure first, Rita."

Tissaya did not answer Margarita's question. Instead, she circled and examined Margarita, who was feeling uncomfortable, with a reserved and rigorous pace.