Chapter 229: Holding a meeting and still being charged for debt?
The teaching assistant students were gesticulating, talking like a barrage of words, and spoke very fast, leaving no room for others to interrupt. As they talked, two or three students in the group slowed down. Anthony Valentine
With an embarrassed look on his face, he looked around and said:
"This, that... I brought the instructor's invitation..."
His steps slowed down, and Miles also stood down. Over the past six months, he had grown taller, but still not at the average height. He took a step towards the front door, and then took another step:
"Senior brother promised to take me in..."
The assistant teacher was stunned. He looked left and right, and there were more than two people planning to leave the team. His shoulders slumped:
"Okay, okay. Those of you who have invitations, and those who are brought in, go to the main entrance. Those of you who are not brought in, come with me!"
Everyone parted ways. Gretel remained silent and slowly walked towards the main entrance of the auditorium with the two people in front of him. The auditorium of Bridge Magic Academy is called the Sage Hall. The name sounds gentle, but the appearance is really useless.
name--
Viewed from a distance, the entire auditorium looks like a ferocious black dragon lying on the ground. Just above the door, the triangular eaves stick out high, with six diagonal columns supporting the outside of the eaves. Like the sharp teeth of a black dragon, it will burst into flames at any time.
Close it together and chew it down. The inner tunnel is deep and long, not to mention dark. Once you walk in, you are literally walking directly into the dragon's mouth.
Grete stopped and watched. The side hall of the auditorium was symmetrical on both sides and covered with a wavy roof with sharp edges and corners, really like a pair of spread dragon wings. On the tower with thorns on the back, someone was looking down and pointing. It was even more terrifying.
What's more, there is a real dragon head inlaid above the main entrance. Just looking at it makes my heart feel cold...
On the outer edge of the dragon's teeth, there are thirty or forty magicians scattered in clusters, constantly separated and gathered, gathered and separated again. Some were walking back and forth, some were looking eagerly, and some were whispering to each other.
Of……
Grete walked from the edge of the auditorium to the main entrance and saw three young mages. They were waved out of the crowd by the passing magician and led into the auditorium.
Ten steps away from the main entrance, Anthony Valentine took out the invitation and held it silently in his hand. As he walked, Myers looked around: "Why hasn't senior brother come... Why hasn't senior brother come yet... Hey, this
A senior——"
He immediately stood up straight and adjusted his posture. Beside him, Anthony also stopped and bowed his head in salute: "Senior."
Aurora Wharton braked in front of them. On her left chest, the badge representing a third-level arcanist and a fifth-level magician shone brightly. He looked blankly at the two young magicians, and then looked at them walking side by side.
, seems to have a good relationship Gretel:
"this……"
Gretel didn't know how to explain it. From yesterday's party to now, he was really embarrassed to show off in front of a group of classmates who had to be led in by their teachers, or even pretended to be staff members. He had been trying to be vague before, but
After dragging it until now, the original shape is revealed...
"Ahem, Auro, let's go." Gretel shouted bravely. Aurora hurriedly agreed and walked to him in a hurry. Gretel turned his head awkwardly and opened his mouth:
What should I say? What should I say now? I came in with my own invitation. My invitation can still bring people with me?
It seems too Versailles...
He couldn't find his tongue for a moment. But Miles suddenly realized it and exclaimed:
"Ah, Gretel, your senior brother is here too! Let's go, let's start soon!"
Several classmates verified the invitations and filed in. Anthony breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he entered the hall:
"It's okay, okay, not many people are here. I asked about it yesterday, and those with official invitations have fixed seats. People in the back can sit wherever they want. We can go a little further forward... Well, it will be about ten rows away.
Gretel...Gretel?"
Without holding him back, Grete continued to walk forward leisurely... passing by the low-level mages ten rows back, the seventh and eighth rows, the mid-level mages in the fifth and sixth rows, and ten levels ahead.
The above great magician, then——
A somewhat familiar young magician—seemingly an assistant teacher—quickly came forward to greet him. He checked the invitation in Grete's hand and led him to sit in the first row.
"Hey, how did he-"
Anthony was stunned. Wizard Wharton sat down next to him naturally and crossed his legs:
"What the boss got is a formal invitation letter. "Arcana" is always sent to the author of that year, didn't you know?"
"I only know that he published a paper..."
Several students looked at each other in confusion. The magicians from behind entered the hall one after another, calling for friends and finding their seats. At five minutes to nine o'clock, the door to the inner hall suddenly opened. A group of fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth levels
The upward-facing high-level magicians stepped out of the inner hall and took their seats one by one.
"Ah ah ah, why is Grete still sitting in the front row!"
Anthony is so anxious! Even if you got a formal invitation, you should keep a low profile! Didn't you see so many high-level mages behind you?
"Each issue of "Arcana" will publish three papers and more than a dozen newsletters. According to custom, the authors of the papers sit in the front and the newsletter writers sit in the back." Master Wharton explained for his boss leisurely:
"The boss is handing out papers, so I must sit in the first row."
"...Wait a minute, why did you call him boss?"
"Ahahaha...that's another story..."
Gretel, who was sitting in the first row, actually wanted to run away. Who told him who had reserved this seat and why there was a necromancer sitting next to him?
"Gret Nordmark?" The other party's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the badge on his chest. There was no way, the author who published an article on "Arcane" this year was the only mage below level five, and he closed his eyes.
Every eye can recognize it:
"Hello, hello, I'm Bram McCarty, I've known you for a long time. Hey, how is your microscope-related project going? I have a friend who is from the plague branch, and he was talking about you yesterday...
"
"..." Why did you come to the venue to collect debts? Grete looked at those twinkling eyes and instinctively shrank:
"Not even close..."
In fact, it has already been completed. I just want to leave the question unanswered and get some money for penicillin. Now being pressed by the real owner, Grete felt a little guilty and his eyes were wandering. The other party had already asked hurriedly:
"What else are you missing? Do you want help? If you want help, you must tell me. It is our Black Crow Swamp project anyway. If you are missing anything, just ask!"
"Uh..." Grete blinked, feeling a little moved. A high-level necromancer must have better connections and resources than him... Should I ask this person for some penicillium? Or other molds?
Before he could make up his mind, the seat suddenly rose up, pushing him to stand up. The Necromancer clapped his hands and waved away the skeletons under Gretel's chair:
"Stop chatting now, go up and receive the award! It's your turn!"