Life of a Magic Academy Mage

Chapter 51

“Coke. That student, please visit my studio during break time.”

“????”

Professor Mortum coughed and spoke to Gainando.

Gainando made an expression as if he had been slapped on the cheek.

why?

what did i do wrong??

Could it be that he had a grudge against the royal family of the empire???

“And your students too.”

Professor Mortum also pointed out Lee Han.

Lee Han was not as shocked as Kainando was.

In the first place, he was seriously considering black magic as one of the options for managing grades.

However, it was accepted in a different way by the students of the Blue Dragon Tower.

“Cainan, you son of a bitch! Because of you, even Wodanaz was dragged away!”

“Can’t you just die stupidly alone?!”

“Quickly tell me you’ll go alone!”

They misunderstood that Lee Han was taken by force because he was close with Gainando.

Students were outraged.

There are several things that Lee Han has to take responsibility for now, but he will go alone, will he lead Lee Han like a water ghost?

“This… these bastards… never go alone! I will go with you!”

Gainando was moved by his friends’ scolding.

“Cancel!”

“no!”

“Cancel it!”

“everyone. Professor Mortum is already gone.”

Professor Garcia looked at the Blue Dragon Tower students as if they were pitiful.

* * *

To put it simply, the wizard’s workshop was like a kind of laboratory.

A place where the wizard’s disciples voluntarily explore subjects of interest to the wizard through various experiments and explorations for 25 hours a day.

Of course, when I said this, it sounded like a hellish place where people were devastated and ground, but it was actually true.

Although it varied greatly depending on the kind of wizard’s workshop, basically, the life of the disciples learning under the wizard was inevitably difficult.

When I was in the Lee Han-do family, I had heard quite a few stories about the wizard’s disciples studying at the studio.

-Once upon a time, there was a disciple who learned magic under a wizard. When this disciple woke up in the morning, he had to sharpen his wand, prepare the reagents for the experiment according to the alchemy secret, adjust the amount of magic power to enter the magic circle, then go out in search of the necessary materials and collect them before lunch. This disciple was smart, so he went around and easily solved his lunch, which bought him time so he could do the next job quickly. So, after that…

– Is the ending of this story the disciple killing the wizard and stealing the workshop?

-young master. What kind of ridiculous joke are you talking about? In the end, of course, this disciple who studied hard becomes a great wizard.

-……

There was no paradise for learners in any world.

But fortunately, I didn’t have to worry so much now.

Because Lee Han was in first grade now!

There was no reason for anyone to be afraid now that it was not decided which professor to study under.

If you want to be a crazy professor, you just have to walk back quietly.

“Hehehehehehe…”

“…Are you really crying?”

Lee Han was taken aback.

Gainando’s eyes were really red.

“What did I do wrong… I’m calling you to a place in such a gloomy and remote place…”

“Isn’t there any guarantee that I called you by mistake?”

“Then what is there!! uh! It’s clear that, like a person who has learned black magic, the planting was twisted and I called to harass them separately!”

Now, the two were heading to the place Professor Mortum had told them about.

Also, in Lee Han’s view, the location of Professor Mortum’s workshop had some problems.

‘Is it too gloomy?’

The road became more and more lonely and quiet, and the sound of the wind got stronger and I heard ghosts in the forest beside the road… I

even saw a few cemeteries.

Of course, it wasn’t that I didn’t understand.

Black magic basically requires sonic magic, and to study the undead, you’ll also need a corpse… If you

meet all those conditions, you have no choice but to be bloody like this.

‘But if you ask why freshmen aren’t coming, it sounds like you have no conscience…’

I could see the building of Professor Mortum’s workshop, also known as < Heukam Hall >, from a distance.

From the outside, it was an ordinary 4-story tower, but it was common sense that wizards’ buildings could not be guessed from their appearance.

And there were already several hints near the tower.

Broken and rolling skulls and bones.

A roughly hewn tombstone.

< Handle with care!!! Deadly if touched!! It seemed that I could roughly know what kind of experiments and research were being done in this workshop. Sensing the atmosphere, Gainando's face had already turned pale enough to be indistinguishable from the undead. “Are you there?” I knocked on the door and it opened on its own. Lee Han went inside with Gainando. Gainando trembled and tried to grab Lee Han's collar. Lee Han held out his hand as if it were annoying. Gainando made an expression full of betrayal. “Cough, Coke, Coke, you’re here.” The studio was so full of black and blue smoke that it was impossible to see an inch ahead. Through the smoke, Professor Mortum's voice was heard. “Delete. Guide the freshmen.” “Are you sane, Professor? The principal told the older students not to touch the first graders.” "ah. It did. Coke. Annoying... can't you just ignore it secretly?” “It hasn’t been long since I got out of that cell. Are you going to jail again?” “Not a prison cell, but a punishment room... Kolok. i get it. Stay in.” Professor Mortum swung his staff and drove the smoke out. Then the inside came into view. Anne was better than expected. Maybe it was organized like this to entice freshmen, but... tables and chairs and bookshelves. It was a place with a library-like atmosphere. '...no. They're all bones, right?' Lee Han realized it belatedly and was shocked. All of the furniture was made up of bones. Of course, for a warlock who was good at summoning bones, making furniture out of bones was a good cost-effective option. It's a bit bizarre. Guinando sat down on the chair, noticing that it was a bone. Professor Mortum said, trying to look as benevolent as possible. “Coke. You already know why I called you this, right?” “I did nothing wrong Professor!” “I called them because I thought both of them were talented in black magic among the students. Wait, what did you just say?” "it's nothing." Gainando kept his mouth shut. It was a bit different from what I thought. 'I think I'm good at black magic?' “Lee Han. They say I have great black magic talent?” “I have ears too. I must have heard it because I was by your side.” “Ah… what about this? I'm not interested in black magic. do i have talent? Ah… what should I do?” “......” Lee Han couldn’t help but admire Gainando’s shallow mind. How are your ears so thin? Professor Mortum rubbed his palms and pulled out some candies from somewhere. It was a candy with a skull wrapper on it. “Try to eat something while you listen. ruler. As both of them are talented in black magic, I called because I thought it would be great to hear a direct explanation of how good black magic is. There are many misunderstandings about black magic, but that's really misleading. Coke. Coke. Black magic is the most beautiful and profound field of magic.” “......” Gainando had a half-bewitched expression on his face, but Lee Han was listening with a little pity. It's a story I've heard many times. Professors in popular fields were arrogant and lofty. -You say you want to learn from me? Take a look at your talent and think about it. However, if there are fields that are popular, there are also fields that are not popular. A professor in an unpopular field was truly tearful and salty. -The advantage of our department... is that there is no place to go down any further. -...... -Isn't it nice to think that there is only one thing to do in the future? -...... In Professor Mortum's words, the pathetic feeling of a typical professor in an unpopular field came out. Seeing a person who can't even seduce a student talk like that while giving him candy... “...That's why black magic is the magic of magic and the king of magic. Do you understand?” “I became interested in black magic!!” “I didn’t know black magic was such a great magic.” A smile bloomed on Professor Mortum's face at Gainando and Leehan's answer. * * * “Oh, should I learn black magic? I didn't know I was so talented. But black magic is a bit different. But only if I really need it. ah. But...” Ignoring Gainando who was humming excitedly next to him, Lee Han looked over the present he had received from Professor Mortum. To the two students who answered positively, Professor Mortum gave carefully wrapped gifts. ...It was an unidentified bone. -What is this? -Look at these bones when you return to your room. Then you will think of black magic. - No... What is it? - Whoops. Coke Coke. Professor Mortum stole the nose with a shy expression. As if the pleasure of discovering and realizing this secret could not be taken away from the student. Of course, from Lee Han's point of view, it was a creepy gift. What kind of bone is this? 'Does it contain magic?' The first guess Lee Han made was a simple artifact containing magic. Hadn't he already been beaten by the book the principal gave him in the punishment room? It might have been fashionable for professors at the magic school here to secretly present magical artifacts to students without explanation. Like giving a sweet present to a lover on an anniversary... 'I thought of it, but it's a terrible metaphor.' Lee Han thought he would have to go back and study it later. “Lee Han. Lee Han.” “?” "Even if I start learning black magic, it's an absolute secret from Meikin?" Lee Han realized what Gainando was thinking. It was Gainando who made fun of Yoner for learning alchemy. How much would he be teased if he said he was learning black magic? Lee Han replied with a smile. "of course." 'I'll have to tell you right away.' * * * Professor Ingeldel, an elven swordsman, was a professor who taught basic swordsmanship and basic physical training. And both of these lectures are lectures mainly taken by the students of the White Tiger Tower. In such a lecture, Lee Han, who was alone from the Blue Dragon Tower, stood out very very much. However, the atmosphere was a little different from the previous swordsmanship class. In the last swordsmanship class, if anyone was in a situation where they couldn't argue with each other somehow, in this class, everyone avoided seeing Lee Han because they didn't want to make eye contact. If you get it wrong, you will be crushed! 'It's comfortable.' Lee Han thought he did a good job. After all, people have to do shit from time to time to make the difficulty of life easier. Of course, that kind of shit didn't lower the difficulty of the lecture. “Everyone runs non-stop. without stopping! It's important to use the muscles of your whole body, but don't forget to feel the magical energy through your breath. If you continuously circulate magic power within your body, you will be able to use your muscles much more efficiently.” Wizards only used magic in magic, but swordsmen used it in their own bodies. The mana that circulates without stopping inside the body like a river created an effect to prevent fatigue from accumulating in the body and to defend against external poisons. ...Of course, saying that didn't mean that young freshmen could do it as it is. Everyone was just running gasping for magic, circulation, and whatnot. “Professor, I have a question for you.” "What is?" Professor Ingeldell welcomed Lee Han, who was talking to him, and answered. What are you really asking? "I'm going into the mountains this time to get materials. Do you have any advice for me..." " Hmm. I'd better stop." “......” “You really should quit.” Professor Ingeldell's sincere advice made Lee Han nervous.