An old man who looked different from other scholars stepped forward.\\.. \\
This man has a ruddy complexion, a powerful figure, and piercing eyes.
Obviously he is not only a scholar, but also an old magician who is very accomplished in magic.
The old scholar stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders firmly, his eyes almost pierced into Han Ming's flesh.
"How did you do it! How did you do it!! Say it quickly! Say it quickly!
How on earth is this done!!
Why can a scroll alone form a magic skill!!
Why am I not feeling any condensation of elemental power, but magic skills are being released!
Did you make this yourself? Did you make this?
How did you do it! Tell me quickly, tell me quickly!
Can you teach me, can you teach me!!"
Han Ming looked at the old man shaking himself speechlessly, thinking that this was too exciting.
Then he said gently: "I did make this scroll myself.
It is an ancient rune that evolved from ancient writing, was improved, and was formed after incorporating music.
All elemental power is actually within this scroll, so there is no need for external elemental power to support it.
In other words, this scroll can not only save the cumbersome summoning ceremony of large-scale magic, but also make it instant.
At the same time, it can also be used by low-level magicians, or even by an ordinary person.
I think you should understand the meaning of this thing.
This time I asked you to come to the heaven from the human world just for this magic scroll."
The old man's eyes erupted with light and he shouted loudly: "Okay! That's great!!"
Old man, I never thought I would meet you in my lifetime!!
OK! OK!!
I have studied ancient texts for more than a thousand years.
Today, today..."
As he spoke, the old man suddenly choked up.
The scholars next to him also sighed.
Han Ming hurriedly offered a handkerchief, but was pushed away by the scholar.\\..\\
"Brother Qisar has devoted almost his whole life to ancient writing.
Today I not only saw ancient writings, but also ancient runes.
At the same time, we also saw the future of the magical world.
It is forgivable that he has lost his mind so much.
Speaking of which, Brother Qisar is the one among us who has the deepest knowledge of ancient writing.
He is also the one with the strongest understanding ability.
Moreover, he is a direct descendant of the recorder who was responsible for writing ancient texts in ancient times.
It’s a pity that the originally glorious era has not been handed down, and the ancient writings have also been passed down.”
Han Ming's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Why, Senior Qisar is still a descendant of the recorder!?
That means you should have better talent for ancient writing!"
Qisar had already calmed down a little at this time, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "So what.
I think everyone who works on this has a deep understanding of the complexity of ancient writing.
If there is no one who truly understands ancient texts to guide us, I am afraid it will take another thousand years.
I can’t master the ancient writings either, and this inheritance will still be broken.”
After saying this, Qisar's eyes shone brightly: "Good! Fortunately, God sent you, a young man, to come to me.
This is great, this is great. Can you teach me, can you teach me."
Han Ming saw that Qisar was getting excited again and said hurriedly: "Of course, this is the ultimate purpose of letting you come to heaven.
I am worried that there is no good way to teach you ancient texts.
Now that Senior Qisar has arrived and is a direct descendant of the recorder, I think my problem has been solved.
For me personally, I only know ancient writing and how to use it.
But there is a huge deficiency in teaching, and he knows nothing about it.
Senior Qisar and all of you seniors have been scholars for many years, so you naturally have your own common language.
This is great. I will first teach the ancient text to Senior Qisar as quickly as possible.
Then Qisar senior will teach other seniors using language and unique understanding that you can understand.
And then... I want to set up a magic academy, and you will be the tutors of ancient writings.
Come and teach it to all magicians in the world.
My mentor in the magic world devoted his whole life to the field of magic, and now he has passed away.
It can also be regarded as a belated answer sheet I gave him.
So I have a dream, I want to restore the magical world that once lost its prosperity.
I want to let ancient texts be passed down again.
Seniors, I wonder if you are willing to assist me in completing this undertaking."
"Magic Academy, the inheritance of ancient texts..."
When the elderly scholars heard this, they all bowed their heads and began to sob.
Han Ming was speechless again. These old people seemed to have too deep feelings for ancient texts.
It is so deep that most people cannot understand it.
I have no interest in ancient texts, but I have inherited them.
And these old people dedicated their lives to ancient texts, but they still couldn't find the way.
From this point of view, it is really unfair.
Han Ming thought for a while and said: "It's better to do this, I don't have much time.
This Han Mansion should be changed to a magic academy and named after an old friend of mine.
It's called... Chalard School of Magic.
I know that everyone can't wait. Senior Qisar stayed and immediately started learning ancient writing with me.
The other seniors took their own ancient text scrolls and went back to study them slowly."
"Okay, okay! This is good! This is the best!!"
Many old people clapped their hands and applauded. Before Han Ming could say anything else, Hu La suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Uh..." Han Ming looked at the empty space in front of him depressedly, feeling helpless.
Qisar also smiled sheepishly: "Prince Han, don't mind, that's what these old guys are like.
Ancient texts are in my mind all day long, and I am very unfamiliar with many human ways.
On behalf of everyone, my old man would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you."
As he spoke, old man Chisar suddenly took two steps back and bowed to Han Mingsan.
Han Ming was shocked and hurriedly bowed in return: "Senior, you can't do that."
Chisar said with tears in his eyes: "It makes, it makes!!
The ancient texts are passed down in your hands, and the significance is huge.
Your dedication to the world of magic, especially your own research on the magic scrolls.
This is something that my old man will never be able to achieve in his entire life.
If you make good use of these ancient texts and magic scrolls, you can form your own private magic army.
From then on, he awed the world and dominated the magic world.
But you didn't, but dedicated it selflessly.
This is for the benefit of the common people and for future generations.
And I also know that you run around everywhere for the sake of the common people in the human world, regardless of personal life or death.
The old man really admires such sentiments and such a big heart, and he is also really ashamed."
Han Ming smiled: "Senior Qisar is too polite, we are doing the same thing.
I'm just luckier than all of you.
I believe that if this scroll falls into the hands of any of you, you will take it out and offer it to the world.
Everything you have done over the years is not exactly for this purpose.
I think we shouldn’t be too polite, please come with me and we’ll start teaching ancient texts.”
"Okay, good boy, good boy."
Qisar was so excited that he could hardly walk. He trembled back with the help of Han Ming.
At this moment, three whole days and three nights have passed.
It has to be said that as a direct descendant of the recorder, Qisar's talent for ancient writing made Han Ming so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
It seems that this kind of person is born with a unique feeling for ancient texts.
With Han Ming's teaching and explanation, Qisar was like a child who had been away from home for many years and finally returned to his own doorstep after countless twists and turns.
The door in front of me has been locked, and Han Ming is the one who unlocked it.
After unlocking the lock, Chisar was able to push the door open and truly go home.
For three days, the two of them discussed and taught non-stop, and they were both physically and mentally exhausted.
Han Ming knew that he still had less than half a year to go, and he was already very nervous.
He immediately made a reservation with Chisar, and would spend five hours late at night every day discussing ancient texts with Chisar.
The rest of the time is left to these scholars to slowly digest what they have learned.
Three days later, on the same day, news came from the Holy See that seven anonymous knight masters had sneaked into the forbidden area of the Holy See.
And they were all captured.
Han Mingxin said it was time to start. Lord Xingyu had already started to collect evidence about the Vampire Clan and the Dark Holy See.
If conclusive evidence is obtained, it will be a powerful weapon to force the Pope to abdicate.
With Xingyu's ability, he could indeed drive away the pope, but he would only lose people's hearts and support.
For this kind of thing, there must be a reason, it must be convincing, and it must be meaningful.
At the same time, Han Ming was also very grateful to Xingyu for not letting himself get involved in the whirlpool of investigating the Holy See.
Instead, give yourself enough time to sort out your own things.
"Sigh... I don't know if I, Han Ming, am a disaster star. I will suffer disaster wherever I go."
Han Ming sighed.
After not sleeping for three days and three nights, Han Ming only meditated for two hours. Then he finished his meditation and immediately took Han Shuang to see his knights.
The matter of transforming the castle into a school was left to the elders of the Elf Tribe and the elders of Hanging City to complete it together.
Han Ming didn't need to worry about this anymore, and he didn't understand what procedures and processes needed to be done in this regard.
Standing in front of his own Demon Chaser Knights, Han Ming straightened his expression.
Next to him stood a smiling Han Shuang. Since Catherine left, Han Shuang immediately became lively and cheerful again.
This woman's way of thinking was very strange, and Han Ming was a little puzzled for a while.
After Mr. Zhazha left, Han Shuang began to serve as the deputy instructor of the Demon Chaser Mercenary Group.
"Everyone, all the troubles that should have happened and those that shouldn't have happened have also happened.
Both the troubles that should come and the troubles that shouldn't come have come.