I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

The next morning, Andrew got up and found that everyone was waiting in the living room.

Everyone looked energetic.

Yesterday, Rachel proposed to attend the alchemy class from today on, but they didn't reserve any material.

This made Nason and the other four very anxious.

Last night, Andrew gave them some materials as gifts, which solved their pressing problem.

This time, the anxiety was gone, and of course, they had a good rest.

"Andrew, you got up late again!" Taylor put her hands on her waist and said with dissatisfaction, "Every time you get up the last. How about this? I can wake you up when I sleep with you in the future!"

Hearing this, Jo opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth like a goldfish out of oxygen. She seemed to want to say something but stopped in her throat. In the end, she didn't say a word.

Andrew smiled, refusing Taylor's suggestion.

After that, he took everyone to meditate.

Andrew also used the first-generation meditation technique in meditation today, and he was more skilled than yesterday.

After four hours of meditation, Andrew's magic power had reached 932, increasing by 40 once.

According to this trend, the day after tomorrow, his magic power would be breakthrough 1,000.

He was a little excited when he thought about it.

Although it was risky to use it for the first time, the effect was indeed outstanding.

After that, Andrew and the others rushed to the main campus and entered the teaching building of advanced courses.

It was more than ten times larger than the teaching building and even larger than the canteen. It was the largest building on the entire main campus.

This place was especially used for medicine and alchemy lessons.

Only when you have studied in this building can you be qualified to announce to the public that you are a student of Law School.

Following the signs, Andrew and the others finally found the alchemy classroom on the third floor.

As soon as he opened the door.

"You are late!"

Before he could step into the classroom, Andrew was taken aback by a loud shout.

He took a closer look.

There were 500 or 600 students in the huge classroom.

Grade two, class D, class C, and class B were all present.

Didn't class A and class S come?

It made sense.

How could an excellent class and a key class be in the same class with us?

Andrew looked at the middle-aged teacher in front of the platform.

A perfect big bald scoop, shiny, could be used as a mirror.

Sweat vest, flat trousers, leg hair, flip flops.

There was a bean-sized mole under his nose and two hairs on it.

Several typical features were enough to describe the appearance of this alchemy teacher and how greasy he was.

But he couldn't look down upon him because of his messy dress.

Andrew tried to sense his magic power.

About 5,500.

Horrible.

Except for Nicholas, the headmasters of the four schools were only a little better than him.

This seemingly ordinary-looking alchemy master had such strength.

The tutor wanted to scold Andrew, but when he noticed that Andrew was sensing his magic power on perception, his face changed.

Then Andrew felt nothing.

The master in front of him seemed to suddenly become an ordinary person, with no magic power left.

Concealing magic?

So that he could conceal himself completely.

Andrew marveled.

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"Go to your seat and find the laboratory with your name on it. Don't sit around. It's about to begin." The tutor pointed at the area of class D and shouted.

Andrew calmly led his friends into the classroom.

On the way, Andrew passed by Shane and found that the man next to him was the man he met that day.

It turned out that he was from class C.

Andrew kept it in mind.

The two of them were on both sides of the aisle, on the edge of class D and class C respectively.

When passing by the two of them, Andrew could see the cold smiles on their faces.

In the past few days, every time he met them, they would smile like this, but they didn't take specific actions.

Not only that.

Other students were also looking at him with eager eyes.

No matter where he went, it was the same.

Did...

Andrew didn't think too much.

There was no point in worrying about it.

Every formal student was equipped with an operating platform in this class.

One operating table could accommodate at most four people, but at least one person could operate it.

That was to say, one formal student and three accompanying students.

To study better and Nason didn't have any accompanying students, Andrew assigned Signa to his desk.

"Well, everyone, let me introduce myself."

Said the bald master, lighting a cigarette.

Andrew was shocked.

The tutor was smoking in class!

The tutor picked up the brush, put it away, and wrote his name on the blackboard in an instant.

"Hey, guys, I'm Chuck. I'm your medicine master and the alchemy master of your ordinary class."

"From today on, I will teach you these two classes. Next, I will tell you the rules of the class."

Chuck said as he took a drag on the cigarette.

He casually threw the cigarette butt away, stamped out the cigarette butt, and said, "No matter in alchemy or medicine, the rules are the same. You are not allowed to be absent, and if you can't follow me, I won't teach you. You will bear all the consequences."

"Every class will provide the free materials you need. If the free materials are destroyed because of a mistake, you'd better take a spare one with you, because I won't give you the second one. If not, you can listen to it in this class. Don't do it, and you will bear the consequences."

"At the end of each class, I will tell you the date of the next class and the paid materials I need. You should try to collect the materials by yourselves. I don't care whether it is to apply for a commission, change with points, or rob others directly."

"The last and most important thing is, in class, you are not allowed to speak without my permission. You should be more careful in class. Otherwise, you will not be responsible for any accident caused by mistake because you didn't hear clearly."

"Do you understand?"

After a long speech, Andrew could only hear a few words.

'I'm not responsible for it.'

Then Chuck opened the platform and showed his operating table. "Now, the class begins officially."

"The first lesson I'm going to teach you is the most important and basic thing in alchemy: ignition."

"The stove in front of you needs to be driven by your magic power. This is a simplified device, helping you complete the first ignition."

"The excellent image was able to completely leave the stove and even make its stove by using the alchemy skill, but that was a later story."

"Now follow me and take out a low-rank demon core from the bag on the stage."

All the students followed the investigation and took out the demon core provided by the course.

After waiting for a few seconds, Chuck said, "Then put your hand on the fingerprint of the operating table, where is the lighter."

"Input magic power to complete the first ignition."

"Pay attention to the size of my flames."

Then he lit his stove in front of everyone.

Under the furnace, a bright purple fire was immediately ignited.

That was the fire of magic power.

Different from fire magic.

This was the flame ignited by pure magic power after being fogged, and the temperature was very high.

In alchemy, the control of the fire temperature was very important. The fire that was checked did not change bright or dark, with fluctuations, flickering and other symptoms. It was as quiet as still.

It could be imagined how proficient he was in alchemy.

On the contrary, the hundreds of students on the stage lit up one by one, which was much more embarrassing.

Some were only halfway high, some were three meters high, and some were not as big as a match.

There were all kinds of strange shapes.

Normally, students would have to learn alchemy for a month just to start a fire. It was normal for them to break seven or eight hearths.

Almost all the students succeeded at one time, which was enough to prove their excellence.

But the problem was that the outstanding students of Law School were far from enough.

It was the first time that the students started the fire. They could see the control of magic power through the shape of the fire.

This group of students couldn't do that.

Although they all had good talent, their basic skills were all a mess.

Chuck was a little disappointed.

However, poor basic skills were a common problem for the students of Law School.

These geniuses could completely use their talent to make up for the shortcomings of their basic skills, so the difference in basic skills was normal, and it was not strange.

But at this moment, two of the hundreds of chaotic flames attracted the attention of Chuck.

It was as quiet as a lotus in the breeze, swaying slightly and inaudible, flickering occasionally, but only occasionally.

The flame was bright, even, and gentle.

On the other hand, although the flickering range was a little larger and more frequent, it could be called gentle fire.

The peaceful flames also attracted the attention of a large number of students.

It was the first time for him to ignite the fire. How could he have such a gentle magic power fire?

The successful students in grade three might not be able to light such a high-quality fire.

Chuck took a closer look.

It was Andrew and Nason who started the two flames.