Super Dimensional Wizard

"Sir... Mr. Sanders, An... Geer has joined the White Coral Floating Island Academy, so, so, so..."

Moro couldn't go on, not because he was intimidated by Sanders, but because he was staring at him in cold sweat.

Originally, the hall was very noisy, with constant whispers, but when Angel was about to answer Sanders's words, everyone silently shut up and waited for Angel's choice. In such an extremely quiet moment, Moro suddenly spoke up, which naturally attracted everyone's attention.

When Angel was in the spotlight, he was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers and didn't understand the world of wizards. Although he felt uncomfortable, he could speak clearly. Moro, on the other hand, is used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people. He often knows how to assess the situation. When facing a formal wizard, he will unconsciously grovel. Because of this, when he is looked at by a formal wizard, he can't even say a word. Got it, I kept stammering.

Heroline was so angry that she spat in her heart.

Florent raised his hand uncomfortably to cover his somewhat hot cheeks.

Although Moro's words were unclear, the meaning he should express was achieved.

However, Sanders didn't even look at him. He still rubbed his white gloves seemingly leisurely, waiting for Angel's answer.

Moro stood awkwardly in the middle of the field, feeling uncomfortable for a while. When he felt like he was about to be swallowed up by the silence, a strange laughter broke the awkward silence.

"You said Angel is already a student of White Coral Floating Island Academy? Why didn't I notice?" The one who spoke was Flora. She was floating in the air, as if she was lying on an old man's chair, talking leisurely. Lying in a lying position, a pair of smooth beautiful legs are crossed and stacked, and the tips of the green-white toes are still little by little.

"He followed me on board..."

"So? If he follows you on the ship, he will have to join that pheasant organization?" Flora turned on the taunting mode.

"I……"

"Also, after all, he is an ordinary person. He has not even built a mental model in his body. How can he be said to be one of your people?" Flora took out a gorgeous umbrella and pointed at Angel: "I Remember that the guidance method of your organization is the triangle guidance method? Then tell me, can you teach the triangle guidance method to Angel? If you have already taught it, then I have nothing to say, just talk to the guy named Yisli just now Just like my little boy, it doesn’t matter if I give it to you.”

"From the edge island to the devil's sea, it's such a long journey, shouldn't you have taught me from the beginning to the end?"

Flora's words made Moro and Florent straighten their bodies. They really hadn't been taught this before.

Flora looked at Angel again, "Angel, right, sister, let me tell you something. Generally speaking, we call an organization like theirs an academy. It's just like what some wizard apprentices call it. The White Wizard Faction has a similar meaning. This kind of wizard organization generally values ​​talented people very much, and will pass on the guidance method on the guidance ship. Just now I glanced at the talented people on the Bauhinia, and at least 50% of them are already in the body. A spiritual channel has been constructed.”

"This also means that if they value a talented person, they will definitely pass on the guidance method early. And look at yourself, after staying on the Bauhinia for so long, you are still an ordinary person, don't you understand? ?Hee hee, they don’t value you at all.”

Flora's words hit the nail on the head.

Moro was trembling violently. In fact, when he taught the guidance method to the Allen brothers and sisters, he had planned to teach it to Angel as well. It was just that I had some considerations at the time and couldn't just give without getting anything in return, so I stopped thinking about it. In addition, what he said at the time about the principle of equivalent exchange in the wizarding world was also reasonable; he was naturally unwilling to pass down the guidance method for no reason.

"Am I right? If you have taught Angel the guidance method, then according to the default rules of the wizarding world, we will not stop him from taking him away. But if you have not taught the guidance method, then the choice lies with Ange You should stop chirping about me."

Moro was stunned, but everyone present was an extraordinary person. How could they not realize that Angel was just an ordinary mortal, without any trace of having practiced the guidance method.

Flora's words were simply a slap in Moro's face based on Jellal's previous reasoning.

Moreover, Moro had no words to refute.

Logically speaking, Angel has neither learned the guidance method of White Coral Floating Island Academy nor conducted a formal talent test. Angel is at most a preparatory student of White Coral Floating Island Academy. The preparatory students are actually free persons, they have not signed a contract, and they are not bound by emotions. Even if Moro speaks in terms of morality, there is no basis for it.

At this point, Moro finally had nothing to say and quietly stepped aside.

Seeing the resentment in Heroline's eyes, Moro could only lower his head in shame. If he had known that this would happen, he should not have put on airs and directly taught the guidance method. Wouldn't it have been solved? The triangle guidance method is not a very good thing!

Alas, I had known earlier.

Moro felt that he suddenly changed from the joy before to the loneliness now. When he thought about the future after returning to the academy, even the opportunity to enjoy Greya's delicious food could not make him feel better.

With endless melancholy, Moro seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and stood sadly in the corner, feeling lost.

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"Little brother Angel, have you made a decision?" Flora floated to Angel and looked at him with a charming expression: "Don't you want to be my junior disciple?"

Flora's confusion did not have the expected effect. Angel's eyes were still clear as usual, and he even frowned, expressing doubts about her posing.

Flora was stunned, cursed "little brat" in her heart, looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, then rolled her eyes, floated to Greia's side, and discussed the food issue with her.

The focus of the scene returned to Angel again.

Angel looked at Morrow and then at Sanders.

He thought for a long time and the reason for hesitation was not that he was afraid of offending anyone. He was just considering what Sanders wanted to do to him. He doesn't believe in giving without reason, just like Moro didn't give him the triangle guidance method at the beginning, but he felt at ease. Sanders' arrival was so strange that he firmly believed that the other party had an agenda for him.

The reason for Angel's hesitation was that he was afraid that he would not be able to give the other party what he wanted and would offend him.

What does the other party want? How far can he give to the other party? These are the reasons why Angel has such a hard time making a choice.

If he chooses White Coral Floating Island College, he doesn't need to consider these things. But if he chooses White Coral Floating Island College, can he really save his mentor's life in 5 years?

One side is to prepare for oneself, and the other side is to prepare for the teacher.

Angel gritted his teeth, raised his head with difficulty, and uttered one word to Sanders:

"good."

The voice fell.

Sanders smiled, "Very good."

Flora's expression when she looked at Angel became a little more intimate because of the decision he made.

As for everyone present, except for those from the White Coral Floating Island Academy who had expressions of regret on their faces, everyone else looked at Angel with serious eyes.

Before entering Barbie's restaurant, this boy might just be a lucky person, and they wouldn't think much of him at all. But in just half an hour, this young man's status will rise due to the name of his mentor, and no one will look down on him anymore. Even though he is just an ordinary person now, no one can tell in the future.