As the lock adjusts, the light gradually brightens, and a new day begins at the Heideler School of Magic.
Donnie, who didn't dare to sleep and couldn't sleep, heard the crisp sound of the "human bone wall clock", and immediately bounced up from the side of the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and shouted loudly: "Sammy, Carl, get up quickly Today is Mr.
Felipe's public class, I went late but I couldn't even enter the door."
The so-called open classes are naturally open to all apprentices, as long as you can grab a place in the lecture hall.
It's not that Donny doesn't want to take advantage of being scared to wake up in the middle of the night and go directly to the teaching tower where the lecture hall is located to wait, but he clearly knows that during the time period when the "human bone wall clock" rings in the teaching tower after the early morning, except for a few high-level tutors with authority, no one can get close to the three magic towers in the core of the academy: one is the teaching tower, the second is the experimental tower, and the third is the teaching tower.
According to the exchanges with the previous seniors in the past few days, Downey has heard many stories of mages who broke into three magic towers at night and became zombie guards.
"So, it was just a nightmare for us to walk through the academy without causing any movement," Downey thought silently.
Unconsciously asleep, Karl sat up in a daze, his expression was unusually confused, and after cutting his hair, his eyes were as clear as jewels to regain their brilliance, and then, he jumped out of bed and knocked on the metal railing at the head of Sammy's bed, urging him to get up.
Sammy rubbed his head and yawned as if he didn't remember what happened yesterday, and suddenly, he was stunned, patted the wilting ghost behind him with his backhand, and said a little nervously, "Carl."
Don't forget to pass the message out. ” "Rest assured, my memory has always been good."
Carl clenched his fists and said with a toothbrush in his mouth, white foam filling the corners of his mouth.
After Downey finished washing, he picked up the notebook he carried with him and flipped through it, and then patted his head with a sudden realization: "Jones, let's go together." ” "You finally remember me."
Fat Jones's expression was quite moved, "Sure enough, it still has to be written down in a notebook to work." ” "Of course."
Carl stood in front of a full-length mirror, arranging his shirt.
Glenched in dissatisfaction.
But no matter what weird expressions he makes, he can't get rid of the feeling of "pretty and moving", "My father once said, below the high level.
No matter how good your memory is, it's not as good as your record. ” He put on his magic robe.
Go straight to the outside of the dormitory.
As he opened the door, he said, "Remember to help me line up." ” "No problem."
Donnie also donned his magic robe.
After seeing Carl leave, there was a sudden silence in the dormitory.
Downey, Sammy, and Jones all haunted last night's nightmare, and they wouldn't have been able to achieve even the most basic calms if it weren't for the astonishing background Carl revealed.
"Let's go, I won't hear Mr.
Felipe when it's too late."
In the end, it was Donnie who broke the eerie silence with a voice.
"Okay."
Sammy said with puffy eyes.
"So many people so early" As soon as he entered the hall on the first floor of the teaching tower, Donnie was shocked by the heat wave and the noisy sound, and there were still two and a half hours before the start of the open class, and there were two or three hundred people queuing up here Looking at the crowd of people in front of him, Sammy shook his head and said with a little surprise: "We got up as soon as the human bone wall clock rang, why can they be earlier than us?"
"Maybe they didn't brush their teeth and wash their faces, maybe they did it all before the bone clock rang, and as soon as they heard the bell, they ran straight to here."
As a covert correspondent, Jones is also well-informed and experienced.
Sammy looked strangely: "You are" The battered Jones was already numb and shrugged: "I'm yours" Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Sammy turn his head sideways and talk to the ghost behind him, not caring who he was or saying that he didn't think the question mattered.
"It's good that we're not bad either."
Noticing Jones's "grief" Donnie interjected, "The lecture hall can accommodate five hundred people, and we can definitely get into it from where we are." ” "yes."
Jones was relieved to say that it was at the cost of a nightmare After about half an hour, there was already a queue outside the lecture hall, and there was no more open space, and the late apprentices and magicians could only look at the crowd inside in chagrin and reluctantly leave.
At this time, Carl walked in from outside, obviously startled by the crowd in front of him, and then he was agile and brisk, swimming through the gap in the team like a small fish, and quickly approached Donnie and the others.
The apprentices behind Donnie were furious when they saw Carl's intention to cut in line, but as soon as they were about to open their mouths to reprimand, they saw Carl raise his head and smile: "I'm sorry, my friend helped me line up." ” This smile, with a little apology and shame, and a little pity and gentleness, suddenly, the group of apprentices' eyes widened, and they said inarticulately: "No, it's okay. ” Carl then turned around and lowered his voice to Donnie, Sammy and Jones: "I have already passed the news out, and we will be able to get the analysis and advice of professionals as soon as afternoon, and tomorrow at the latest." ” "Thank you, Carl."
Donnie said sincerely.
The four of them did not speak again, 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 was not too late, Carl and Donnie and the others were in the center of the hall, and they could see the podium in front of them more clearly, while outside the door, many magic apprentices and mages who had no place stood there, trying to observe.
At this time, the small door on the other side creaked open, and a tall and thin man wearing a long black trench coat with his hands in his pockets walked in, he coughed lightly twice, his face was full of illness, and his expression was extremely indifferent.
"Mr.
Felipe is exactly as described in the newspapers."
Donnie whispered.
Felipe does not like to be exposed to the public, so he rarely accepts TV news interviews and invitations to TV shows, preferring to choose newspapers or radio stations.
Karl chuckled, "I wonder if his arcane skills are the same as the newspapers describe."
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"You don't know," Donnie asked curiously, given his background.
This kind of well-known and hopeful legendary division should be the focus of attention, hey, how did Mr.
Felipe only wear the member badge of the Arcane Review Committee and the badge of the "Pale Hand", and not the Arcane and magic badge like a normal mage Karl shook his head: "I don't have that good arcane level to judge his papers and research results, and my brother doesn't like to discuss his affairs, but he must be very good to be able to get so many honors." ” Felipe looked around the apprentices and magicians below from the podium, his gaze swept over the place.
Immediately there was silence.
Then, in that dark and peculiar voice, he said, "I am Felipe, and you can call me sir or mentor."
I'm here today.
It is 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 can't not be ignorant, otherwise.
You will only be like a corpse in a coffin, rotting day by day, and you will not be able to produce anything worthwhile."
Downey listened intently, but keenly aware that Mr.
Felipe's gaze seemed to pause on his side, which, of course, was so unattainable that Downey thought it was a hallucination.
"Mr.
Felipe is completely different from other mentors, who always say to share the latest knowledge with us, and he" Sammy let the ghost behind him massage his forehead, trying to keep himself awake.
Jones also nodded: "yes, he is very scathing and direct, and he doesn't consider our feelings at all" As Felipe's speech deepened, the crowd began to immerse themselves in the magical field of heredity, including chromosomes, genetic models based on the results of alchemical reactions, and conjectures and experiments on how and how to inherit.
Although the apprentices and magicians present could not understand most of the content, they felt that this field was magical and high-end because it involved the secrets of life, and they longed for it.
"That's all for my speech, what's wrong with you" Before he knew it, it was close to noon, and Felipe put his right hand back into his pocket.
The apprentices and mages had just come back to their senses, and before they could raise their hands, they heard a magnetic male voice: "I have a problem" Donnie 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 bowed his head slightly, and said in a flat tone: "What's the problem" Carl stood up a little excitedly, bowed slightly, and said: "Hello, Mr.
Felipe, I'm Blaize, I want to ask you, what do you think about the current genetic model, I don't know too much" Donnie pinched his forehead helplessly, turned his gaze to the front, and made the appearance that he didn't know Carl, who in his experience would definitely be a lot of rambling.
But at this time, Felipe didn't wait for Carl to finish speaking, and replied directly: "Obviously, such a rich characteristic of ours and the splendid color of the whole world cannot be described and inherited by this simple model. ” Everyone gasped, and Mr.
Felipe was a direct expression of his attitude, his dissatisfaction with the existing genetic model Carl didn't say anything, and the whole person seemed very uncomfortable, so he asked again: "Then, Mr.
Felipe, do you think that the manipulation of the genetic level can change the appearance?"
Felipe interrupted him again: "There is no problem at all, in fact, the bloodline research of the ancient magic empire belongs to this field, but 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 was holding his breath: "I still have a question" "Please give the opportunity to someone else, you've already asked two questions."
Felipe said unceremoniously.
Karl sat down depressed, his mouth twitching, as if he were silently saying something.
Witnessing such a scene, Donnie couldn't help but smile, usually he couldn't stop Carl from talking and chattering, it was rare to see him now.
At the same time, he raised his hand, waiting for a question.
After the open class, Felipe sat alone in a secret room in the Academic Affairs Tower, and the "artificial intelligence" in front of him was playing all the pictures recorded by the puzzle lock in the past three days.
In the slightly dim picture, the whole academy was in order, and at night, the surroundings were quiet, there was nothing unusual, Felipe held a red wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and looked at these intently, not letting go of any detail, but after half a day, he still did not find a single thing to pay attention to.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.
"What's the matter?"
Felipe asked succinctly.
"Mr.
Felipe, someone sent you a note."
The waiter's voice rang out.
Felipe said "um", the door opened, and the waiter walked in, handing him a plain note.
"Donnie" Felipe unfolded the note, saw the more familiar handwriting, and whispered the words on it.
"Tower of Life", Bedroom 202.
"Whew, there's no danger, my brother told us not to worry, don't worry about this matter."
Carl came in from a trot outside, happily raising the note in his hand.
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