The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

The boy raised a finger: "The first principle of the three taboos of magicians: [mysteries should be hidden]. You should know this. If the association knows that we have leaked the secrets of magicians to ordinary people, no matter what. Whether you belong to the association or not, you will be punished by the association."

Therefore, it is absolutely forbidden to talk about magic-related matters in the downtown area.

"Ah, there is such a thing."

Seeing Ye You's indifferent look, he persuaded: "If you are targeted by people from the association, you will be in trouble."

If he hadn't saved his life just now, the young man just wanted to stay as far away from this person as possible.

In the past, some people who had just stepped into the realm of the inner world were too high-profile and excited, revealing their "mysterious" existence, and when they encountered the "handling" of the association, those people would end up miserably.

When these teenagers took the first class of all basic subjects, they were repeatedly emphasized by their tutors.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Ye You."

Looking at Ye You's appearance, the young man sighed in his heart, not knowing if he heard it.

The teenager held the document in his left hand and stretched out his right hand: "Weber Velvet, Minerals Department, El-Melloi Class III. Which department do you belong to?"

Just now Ye You pointed out that he belonged to the Ore family, but no matter how Weber recalled it, he couldn't retrieve the slightest information about Ye You from his mind.

Magicians from the East are rare, so if you encounter them, you should have some impressions.

"Archaeology Section. Not yet added to the classroom."

It turns out that the clock tower has not yet been naturalized, so it is no wonder that I have no impression.

Such an answer explained the doubts in Weber's heart.

But then came another question: "How do you know about me?"

Weber has some small expectations in his heart. Am I actually very famous?

In this world that values ​​ancestry and seniority, no one has ever known Weber. Velvet's talent.

As a magician, he was neither born in a famous family, nor was he lucky enough to meet a famous teacher. Half of Weber is self-taught, the other half is public class. In the end, I was fortunate enough to be admitted to the highest school in London, which is known as the Clock Tower, the headquarters of the Magic Association, which commands magicians all over the world, and it was still the classroom of the famous El-Melloi.

Weber has always considered this great achievement to be an unparalleled glory, and he is convinced of this, and he is very proud of his talent.

I'm the only one who has been the most powerful student since the establishment of the Clock Tower. Everyone should be impressed, at least that's what Weber himself thought.

Seeing an unfamiliar magician at this moment, he seems to know what he looks like.

Could it be that the results of my efforts have also begun to attract attention?

Weber couldn't help but subconsciously hugged the document in his arms. This was a thesis he had conceived for three years and penned for a year.

But, I haven't published it yet.

"Your mentor is El-Melloi, that's great, can you recommend me to meet him?"

Without waiting for Weber to think about it, Ye You smiled.

"Eh? I recommend?"

Nowhere is more hierarchical than the Clock Tower, where bloodlines almost dictates everything, and Weber is at the bottom.

No matter how confident he is in himself, there are only cold eyes and ridicule around him, and in the end, he can only maintain an inferiority complex.

The reason for this situation is not because he is not good enough, but because of his birth, the inheritance of their family is too short.

And that El-Melloi was the head of the Archibald family, a family of magicians that had lasted for nine generations.

Although he entered his classroom as a student, Weber did not feel that he had the qualifications to introduce others.

"I saved your life just now, just use this to repay." Seeing Weber's embarrassed face, Ye You said firmly, not giving him the slightest chance to object.

"...Okay, okay. However, I can only tell the teacher, but I don't know if he will see you."

Ye You wanted to see his mentor, but Weber didn't find it strange.

No matter how confident Weber is, he has to look up to the talent of Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald. No one can solve any problem more perfectly than him, and he has almost never encountered a wall in the field of magic. I have never been troubled by limits.

Every year, many magicians want to ask to see Teacher El-Melloi.

"Well, just say it."

Because Joan of Arc accepted his love before, received a good commission in a small German town, and spent the most difficult first month in London.

In return, Ye You felt the need to remind Kenneth about the Holy Grail War.

But if Kenneth didn't want to see him, Ye You didn't force it.

Ye You took Qihuang and followed Weber to El-Melloi's classroom.

It is said to be a classroom, but it is actually a building.

Weber asked Ye You to wait in the hall first, while he went upstairs alone.

This time, Weber also came to Kenneth with great determination. Although there were small episodes during the period, it was harmless.

——Weber believes in his own talents.

The difference can be made up by increasing experience. Even if there is no excellent magic circuit, the innate quality difference can be made up through a deep understanding of spells and skilled use of magic.

Weber thinks so.

But the reality is cruel.

The top students flaunting their ancient pedigrees, and the sycophants who follow the famous night and day, are the only ones who dominate the clock tower.

Even the lecturer was no exception. A researcher like Weber who was "from a humble background" was reluctant to go into the reading room to read the magic book, let alone teach spells.

Why does the future of a magician have to be determined by blood?

Webber stepped onto the second floor and walked towards Kenneth's workshop, subconsciously clenching the paper in his arms.

"Ask about the Wizarding Path of the New Century"

He launched a violent attack on the old concept, and after thinking hard, he wrote a proud work, with clear and rigorous thinking, without any flaws. If the people who were interviewed saw it, they would definitely cause a thousand waves at the current state of the Magic Association.

Thinking so proudly, Weber pushed open the door of Kenneth's workshop. In the depths of the backlit room, he could see a condensed back, standing like a big mountain.

Weber took a deep breath and decided to let his mentor see his talent.

Chapter 290 Kenneth has always been so confident

Why does the degree of expectation of a magician's future depend on bloodline?

Why does the reliability of the theory depend on the experience of seniors?

To refute these clichés, Weber wrote an essay, "Asking the Wizarding Path of the New Age."

This proud work, which was conceived for three years and written for one year, will inevitably stir up a thousand waves in the Magic Association as long as anyone asks about it.

But—— the lecturer of the serenity department read it casually and threw it on the podium.

"A delusional person like you is not suitable for Magus research, Weber."

Instructor Kenneth said condescendingly, and there was even a hint of pity in his voice. That cold gaze, Weber will never forget.

Webber stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning.

After a long while, he came back to his senses, he clenched his fists, and blue veins burst out on his forehead.

Kenneth's words pierced his heart like a knife, making it difficult for the underappreciated teenager to breathe.

"Why? If it is you, since you have the talent to be a lecturer, it is impossible not to understand the excellence of the paper!"

He argues so.

However, Kenneth just carried his hands on his back and said lightly, "Don't you understand? A mortal should look like a mortal."

Simply ridiculous!

Weber roared inwardly, but he couldn't get the words out.

He was shaking all over now.

The crystallization that was full of expectations was rejected so lightly, without even looking at it.

Kenneth's words were still calm, as usual, with a majesty that Weber couldn't resist.

"If there is nothing else, you can leave."

Webber looked at Kenneth, and felt more and more that he was both bitter and mean.

He picked up the papers on the podium and wanted to leave in anger, but he remembered Ye You's request.

"Downstairs, someone wants to see the teacher."

Weber said so.

"Oh?"

Kenneth looked at Webber in surprise. He thought he would leave angrily, but he didn't expect to be able to say such a thing at this time.

"who is it?"

"He said his name was Ye You."

Kenneth paused slightly.

Ye You's name, I heard it yesterday.

Because of his good family background, Kenneth's talents are not limited to research, and he is also very flexible in politics.

He has a very precise grasp of the veins of the factions in the clock tower.

Then, naturally, it will not be left behind, the classroom of the Archaeology Department, which was introduced by the Marshal of Magic Dao himself.

Ye You did not deliberately hide his name. Cangzaki Chengzi once inquired about Ye You's situation in a magician who claimed to be an intelligence merchant in the Magic Association.

Although she didn't get any news, her problem became the intelligence itself, so it was not surprising that Kenneth knew the name Ye You.

In addition, the last time I was willing to help Joan of Arc to provide a commission, it was also a habit of interpersonal communication formed by the noble family education - to win over valuable people.

Kenneth put down his hands, "I'll go down with you."

It wasn't that he deliberately went to see Ye You, he was just passing by.

Today, it is rare to complete the magic process ahead of schedule, and Kenneth is ready to go back to accompany his fiancee early.

Webber followed behind Kenneth with a calm face, saw Ye You again, greeted him briefly, and left quickly, as if the place was full of poison,

In fact, it is true, just under the same roof as Kenneth, Weber will feel chest tightness.

Ye You naturally noticed this. Looking at the document in his hand, he had a slight guess in his heart.

"I didn't know you came to see me, but what's the matter? Mr. Ye You."

Kenneth had a decent smile on his face, and just looking at him, it was easy to associate the word "successful person".

"Thank you for the information you gave Joan of Arc last time."

Kenneth smiled and stopped, "It's only natural for the colleagues of the Magic Association to help each other, and you don't need to worry about it. Speaking of which, what is your relationship with Lecturer Jeanne?"

Joan of Arc Lecturer?

Indeed, inheriting the classroom will also inherit the name of the lecturer.

Jeanne herself was afraid that she did not expect this result.

If she knew, she would definitely hide her face ashamed.

After all, illiterate, but became a teacher or something, it is somewhat ugly to say it.

But what does it matter..."I heard you wanted to go to the Far East for the Holy Grail War, rather than this kind of thing?"

Kenneth was not surprised that Ye You knew that his collection of holy relics was not a secret in the Magic Association.

"There is indeed a plan."

Kenneth didn't look very proud, and he didn't have the slightest yearning, just as ordinary as eating and drinking.

"Going to win that victory is also a good resume."

Ye You said: "There is no doubt that you are indeed the most talented in magic in the Holy Grail War."

Kenneth frowned slightly, "Your Excellency seems to have something to say?"

Ye You said: "I met Zelrich a few days ago. He was the first witness of the Holy Grail War. The secret ceremony that began 200 years ago has evolved to this day, and it is no longer a 'country magic'. The simple ceremony held by the teacher' is such a simple thing."

Hearing the name Zelrich, Kenneth's face finally showed a hint of movement.

What the magician is willing to witness is not as simple as he imagined.