Chapter 127 126. I’m so annoyed!

In the Aritusa Academy of Gos Willen.

Margarita put down the conical crystal in her hand.

This is the dean's office of the college, and the blond beauty, who is the dean, is half lying on a luxurious couch.

Under gravity, the drooping clothes on his body outline a body curve that is enough to make any man angry.

On the desk on the side, Tishaya, who had just stepped down and was serving as honorary dean, was lowering her head to process documents after documents.

As Tishaya said, the daily handling of the Aritusa Academy must be done by her.

Margarita is not a woman who is patient in managing her own way. She has much more patience in makeup than correcting documents.

The purpose of getting her to be promoted to dean is to declare the power of Aritusa to this increasingly chaotic world.

For example, the actual ruler in Redania today - Philipba Ehart, knows that when she tied up her two, she would not be a magical opponent of Margarita.

On the day Margarita was promoted, she came to congratulate her in person through the portal.

~~~~~~~

Lane learned about Oridon's current situation under Margarita's message.

At this time, Margarita was as young as a female student whose lover was about to be pried away.

"Especially when she was the hottest royal adviser in the officialdom of Temolia."

Speaking of this, Margarita's face became even more ugly.

He looked at the old witch hunter who had improved a lot and continued to ask about his basic skills in teaching subjects.

"Not to mention the more difficult decoction medicine, even magic potions and sword oil are there only a few types?"

I put down a big stone in my heart.

As her teacher, Tishaya continued to process the documents with a calm expression.

In Mantos's opinion, Belengar's doubts are simply a question of his work ability!

He had to let himself relax.

But unexpectedly, Tishaya never thought that this young witch hunter had made such a big noise within a few days after leaving Aritusa.

Finally, Lan En's sword was stabbed directly into his body.

Berengal swallowed, looking at Lan Eun, who had no injuries at all, and confirmed his perception.

Last night, many times when facing the deadly plate-armored warriors with difficulty, the [Axis Seal] assisted by Mantos interfered with the enemy's thoughts.

Give him benefits, support, and even affection.

"So you can't make alchemy bombs at all, [North Wind], [Honey Cell]. You can't do anything?"

At the same time, Berengal also began to tutor Lane.

Tishaya once suggested that if Margarita really recognizes Lane's potential, then give the witch hunter a mark that belongs to her, and that belongs to Aritusa.

"I used a bottle of [Hanging Ghost Poison], [Thunder], [Blizzard], and the Seal."

The sorcerer, who was dressed neatly and dignifiedly, but had a large mouth on the collar, looked up at his student.

But Berengal doesn't want to argue with Lane.

Mantos seems relaxed when catching these sentiment analyses.

"You are no longer the age to study in the academy, Rita. Don't talk bad things about sisters like a tantrum of a group of friends."

After a while, Margarita said a name hatefully.

She doesn't care about the intoxicating power, but she cares about how Tris got it!

"Yes! It's so hot! But this so hot is given to her by Lan Eun!"

"I actually lack the formula, but I am still very confident in my alchemy ability."

When it comes to this, Margarita is even more angry.

He began to settle down in the dark water, waiting for the lady in the lake to be summoned.

But when he thought about the abnormalities in this guy Lan En, he still shut up.

"She helped in Temolia and took risks. Even if she was already sleeping with the witch hunter at this moment, there was nothing to say. Actually, I think with Meligod's impulsive personality, I should not refuse him. And the meeting between them is still the one you set up, do you still remember?"

Now, this sorcerer who is not only the top-notch in the field of magic, but is considered a top-notch woman. However, after slowly putting down the cone crystal in her hand, her face was gloomy and unstable.

The corners of Berengal's mouth twitched.

In the tavern room, Lane nodded calmly toward Berengal.

But the next moment, the two stacks of files that were originally placed symmetrically had a slight friction when Tishaya was processing it, and the symmetrical placement was broken.

But even if you have confidence, it would be hard for him to believe that Visemir would just use his sword to cut more than 200 outstanding warriors one by one.

The French seal actually accounts for a high proportion in his combat system.

Tishaya's face is still tender and gorgeous, but she is actually a powerful mage who is nearly 500 years old. In this long life, she has never seen such a person.

"You really didn't use any props last night?"

He instinctively wanted to refute that all the seals except the Griffon School were scraping.

Lan En raised his eyebrows.

It makes them feel that the helmet is unbearable, or that the awkwardness of a certain armor part is hard to ignore.

Berengal is very confident in this old guy's combat effectiveness.

"Let's start with basic alchemy. I will give you recipes from shallow to deep in order to practice and understand them in the context of the alchemy concept."

He thought that Lane would at least fight like an orthodox witch hunter.

Tishaya's hand that lowered her head to process the documents paused slightly, but then returned to normal.

This is also where Rimanto's thoughts are said in my mind.

Apply sword oil to your sword, drink poisonous potions and decoctions, and hang the alchemy bomb at hand and prepare at any time.

If he had infiltrated without warning, Berengal felt that there should be several outstanding people in his school who could do Lane's feat last night with sufficient preparation.

You really don’t need any fucking props! You can kill more than 200 warriors!

Lan En carefully listed the techniques he used last night one by one.

"Tris Meligod!"

"The guy who sneaks away! The cat who steals fishy!"

The old man Visemir said too!

Her beautiful long golden hair was scattered away by her master.

"Ahhhh! I'm so annoying!"

At least, although the living fossil of the Wolf School of Visemir is over four hundred years old, it is not impossible to kill more than two hundred people in the complex terrain regardless of costs and fully armed.

On this issue, Lan En pointed out a little disagreement.

Why don’t I know when the Xiong School is so NB?

“Shut it”

Fighting is by no means a comfortable thing, and wearing armor is by no means a comfortable experience.

"Wow, you're pretty good at teaching people."

"It's not that I can teach people." Berengal's expressionless face. "That's how the people who teach me are taught me."

Please recommend! Please give me a monthly ticket! Please subscribe!
Chapter completed!