Throne of Magical Arcana

With the adjustment of the fan lock, the light gradually brightened, and a new day at the Heidler Academy of Magic began.

Donnie, who dared not sleep and couldn't fall asleep, immediately jumped up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom when he heard the crisp sound of the "human bone wall clock", shouting loudly: "Sammy, Carl, get up quickly! We have an appointment today!" Mr. Felipe's public class, I was late but I couldn't even get in!"

The so-called open class is naturally open to all apprentices, as long as you can grab a seat in the lecture hall.

It's not that Donnie didn't want to take advantage of being woken up in the middle of the night and go directly to the teaching tower where the lecture hall is located to wait, but he knew clearly that from early morning to the time when the "human bone wall clock" in the teaching tower rings, except for a small number of people who have Except for the senior instructors with authority, no one can get close to the three magic towers at the core of the college: one is the teaching tower, the other is the experiment tower, and the third is the teaching tower.

According to the exchanges with the previous seniors and sisters in the past few days, Downey heard many stories about mages breaking into three magic towers at night and becoming zombie guards.

"So, our passing through the entire academy without causing any disturbance was really just a nightmare..." Downey thought silently.

Carl, who fell asleep without knowing it, sat up in a daze, with a very ignorant expression. After a haircut, his jewel-like eyes glowed again. Then, he jumped out of bed and knocked on the metal on the head of Sammy's bed. railing, urging him to get up.

Sammy rubbed his head and yawned as if he didn't remember what happened yesterday. Suddenly, he was taken aback, patted the ghost behind him with his backhand, and said nervously: "Karl, don't forget to pass the message go out."

"Don't worry, my memory has always been very good." Carl clenched his fist and said, with a toothbrush in his mouth, white foam covered the corners of his mouth.

After Downey washed up, he picked up the notebook he was carrying and flipped through it, then patted himself on the head with a sudden realization: "Jones, let's go together."

"You finally remember me." Fatty Jones' expression was quite touched, "Sure enough, it's still useful to record it in a notebook."

"Of course." Carl stood in front of the full-length mirror, straightening his shirt, grinning dissatisfiedly, but no matter what weird expressions he made, he couldn't get rid of the feeling of "pretty and charming", "My father once said , below the high level, no matter how good the memory is, it can't compare to the 'record'."

He put on the magic robe, walked directly outside the dormitory, opened the door, and said, "Remember to line up for me."

"No problem." Downey also put on his magic robe.

After watching Carl leave, the dormitory suddenly fell into an unspeakable silence. Whether it was Downey, or Sammy and Jones, they all had lingering fears about last night's nightmare. If it wasn't for the amazing background revealed by Carl, they would not even be able to maintain the most basic peace. do it.

"Let's go, we won't be able to hear Mr. Felipe's speech if it's too late." In the end, it was Downey who broke the eerie silence.

"Okay," Sammy said with puffy eyes.

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"There are so many people so early?" As soon as he entered the hall on the first floor of the teaching tower, Downey was shocked by the heat wave and the noisy sound. It was a full hour and a half before the public class started, and there were two or three hundred people. People are lining up here!

Looking at the moving heads in front of him, Sami shook his head and said in surprise, "We woke up as soon as the 'Human Bone Wall Clock' rang. Why are they earlier than us?"

"Maybe they didn't brush their teeth or wash their faces, maybe they finished all this before the 'human bone wall clock' rang, and ran here as soon as they heard the bell." As a secret reporter, Jones is also well-informed, Experience.

Sammy looked strangely: "You are?"

The battered Jones was numb and shrugged: "I'm yours..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Sammy turning his head indifferently, chatting with the ghost behind him, not caring who he was! In other words, he felt that this issue was not important.

"It's a good thing we're not bad." Downey interjected after noticing Jones' "sorrow and indignation". "The lecture hall can accommodate 500 people, and we can definitely get in from our current position."

"Yes." Jones said with relief, this was at the price of a nightmare!

After about half an hour, there were circles and circles of queues outside the lecture hall, and there was no room left. Apprentices and magicians who came late could only look at the crowd inside in annoyance, thinking leave.

At this time, Carl came in from the outside, and was obviously taken aback by the crowd of people in front of him. Then he was agile and brisk, swimming through the gaps in the team like a small fish, and quickly approached Downey and the others.

The apprentices behind Downey saw that Carl was trying to jump in line, and they raised their eyebrows angrily, but just as they were about to reprimand, they saw Carl raised his head and smiled, "Sorry, my friend helped me line up."

This smile was a little apologetic and ashamed, but also a little pitiful and gentle. Immediately, the eyes of the group of apprentices widened, and they said inarticulately: "No, it's okay."

Carl then turned around, lowered his voice and said to Downey, Sammy and Jones: "I have passed on the news. We will be able to get analysis and advice from professionals in the afternoon at the earliest, or tomorrow at the latest."

"Thank you, Carl." Downey said sincerely.

The four of them didn't speak any more, each immersed in their own thoughts, until the door of the lecture hall opened, and the crowd in front of them began to surge in order.

Because it wasn't too late, Karl, Downey and others were located in the center of the hall, and they could see the podium in front of them relatively clearly. Outside the door, many magic apprentices and mages who had no place stood there, trying to listen in.

At this time, the small door on the other side opened with a creak, and a tall and thin man wearing a long black windbreaker with his hands in his pockets walked in. He coughed twice, his face was full of sickness, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

"Mr. Felipe is exactly as described in the newspaper." Downey whispered.

Felipe doesn't like being exposed to the public, so he rarely accepts TV news interviews and invitations to TV programs, preferring to choose newspapers or radio stations.

Carl chuckled softly, "I don't know if his arcane level is the same as that described in the newspaper..."

"You don't know?" Downey asked strangely. Given his background, this kind of famous and legendary archmage should be the focus of attention. Huh, why does Mr. Felipe only wear the Arcane Auditorium? The committee badge and the badge of the "Pale Hand", didn't they wear arcane and magic badges like normal magicians?

Carl shook his head: "I don't have such a good arcane level to judge his thesis and research results, and my brother and the others don't like to discuss his affairs, but he must be very good to be able to get so many honors."

Felipe looked around at the apprentices and magicians below on the podium, and the place where his eyes glanced was immediately silent, and then he said in that gloomy and special voice: "I am Felipe, you can call me Mr. You can also call me a mentor. I am here today to show you the latest and most cutting-edge theories and achievements in the field of genetic factors. You don’t have to understand, but you have to know, otherwise, you will just be like corpses in a coffin Rotten day by day, unable to produce any valuable results..."

Downey listened intently, and subconsciously noticed that Mr. Felipe's eyes seemed to have paused on his side before. Of course, this pause was so insignificant that Downey thought it was an illusion.

"Mr. Felipe is completely different from other tutors. Other tutors talk about sharing the latest knowledge with us, but he..." Sami let the ghost behind him massage his forehead, trying to keep himself awake.

Jones also nodded: "Yeah, he is very sharp and direct, and doesn't consider our feelings at all..."

As Felipe's speech deepened, everyone began to immerse themselves in the magical field of genetics, including chromosomes, genetic models based on the analysis of alchemical reaction results, as well as how to inherit, conjectures and various experiments on how to inherit.

Although the apprentices and magicians present could not understand most of the content, but because it involved the secrets of life, they felt that this field was magical and full of high-end style, so they yearned for it.

"This is the end of my speech. What questions do you have?" Before he knew it, it was almost noon, and Felipe put his right hand into his pocket again.

The apprentices and mages just came back to their senses, and before they had time to raise their hands, they heard a magnetic male voice: "I have a problem!"

Downey looked sideways at Carl, and saw that his right hand was raised high, and the notebook in front of him was full of words.

Felipe nodded slightly, and said in a flat tone: "What's the problem?"

Carl stood up excitedly, bowed slightly and said, "Hi, Mr. Felipe, I'm Blaise, I would like to ask you, what do you think about the current genetic model? I'm not very... "

Donnie pinched his forehead helplessly, turned his gaze to the front, and acted as if he didn't know Carl. According to his experience, Carl would definitely gossip a lot.

But at this time, Felipe did not wait for Carl to finish speaking, and replied directly: "Obviously, our rich characteristics and the splendor of the whole world cannot be described or inherited by this simple model."

Everyone gasped. Mr. Felipe is directly expressing his attitude, dissatisfaction with the existing genetic model?

Carl didn't say anything, and he seemed very uncomfortable, so he asked again: "Then, Mr. Felipe, do you think that manipulating the genetic level can change the appearance? Can it be done..."

Felipe interrupted him again: "There is no problem at all. In fact, the bloodline research of ancient magic empires belongs to this field. It's just that they have no theoretical guidance and can only rely on a large number of human experiments to accumulate materials and refine laws."

Carl's expression was slightly distorted, as if he took a breath: "I have another question..."

"Please give the opportunity to others, you have already asked two questions." Felipe said unceremoniously.

Carl had no choice but to sit down depressed, his mouth kept turning, as if he was speaking silently.

Witnessing such a scene, Downey couldn't help but smile. Normally, he couldn't stop Cal from rambling and rambling. It's rare to see him like this now.

At the same time, he also raised his hand, waiting to ask questions.

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After the public class, Felipe sat alone in a secret room of the Academic Affairs Tower, and the "artificial intelligence" in front of him was playing all the pictures recorded by Misuo in the past three days - after the development of "artificial intelligence" and alchemy storage materials , the recording function of Misuo is greatly improved.

In the slightly dim picture, the entire college is in order, but at night, the surroundings are quiet without any abnormality. Felipe is holding a red wine glass, leaning on the back of the chair, watching these things intently, not letting go of any details , but after half a day, he still didn't find anything that needed attention.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Felipe asked succinctly.

"Mr. Felipe, someone sent you a note." The waiter's voice sounded.

Felipe let out a "hmm", and the door opened, and the waiter came in and handed him an ordinary note.

"Donnie?" Felipe unfolded the note, saw the more familiar handwriting, and whispered the words on it.

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"Tower of Life", in bedroom 202.

"Phew, there's no danger. My brother told us not to worry about this matter." Carl jogged in from the outside, happily waving the note in his hand.

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