The infinite redemption of the Holy Light

Chapter 183 "The Monarch" Weber

In the Clock Tower Magic Library, in one of the small rooms, there is a man writing a book.

The environment here is a bit gloomy, because this room is the cheapest rented room in the clock tower, and the dilapidated desk is full of all kinds of open magic books.

The light is provided by the candles on the desk, and the faint smell of the candles is not pleasant, which also proves the poverty of the owner here in disguise.

This is a man around 20 years old, wearing a gray-green academic suit, looks a little short, it seems to be less than 1.7 meters.

The man was writing a dissertation and was completely selfless.

And at this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the room.

A gentle voice came: "Is Weber there?"

Wei Bo froze for a moment, then raised his head, usually no one would come to him.

"Who is it?" Weber stood up, shook his sore legs from sitting for too long, walked over and opened the door.

A man about Weber's age greeted Weber with a smile, and three girls stood behind him.

One is Bazzett, a newcomer who has just become an executor, and Weber has seen it from a distance, but the beauty in men's clothing who looks very strong and decisive in his impression now looks very confused.

As for the other girls, one big and one small, one has excellent magic power, and the other is an ordinary person at the moment, oh, the magic circuit is pretty good.

After only one glance, Weber subconsciously analyzed the people in front of him.

Only the man who was smiling at him, Weber couldn't see anything, the power in him gave Weber an extremely complex and mysterious feeling.

"What are you going to do?" Wei Bo raised his eyebrows and asked, trying to pretend to be self-respecting and confident.

Wang Huan did not speak, walked into Weber's room, and looked at the messy desktop.

"Do you want to be recognized by everyone?" Wang Huan asked suddenly, walked to the desk, and picked up the paper that Weber had written for almost half a year.

The title of the dissertation is "Inquiry about the magic path of the new century".

Wei Bo was slightly taken aback, and then rushed in, wanting to take the paper from Wang Huan's hands, and said angrily, "What are you going to do?"

However, a golden sickle suddenly blocked Wei Bo, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Gray held the holy spear and sickle in one hand, and looked at Weber with some vigilance, preventing him from doing anything to Wang Huan.

Guaranteeing Wang Huan's safety is one of the agreements she made with Wang Huan, don't even think about hurting my long-term meal ticket!
"Don't be rude, Grey, he will be your teacher from now on." Wang Huan smiled faintly.

Gray tilted his head, put away his scythe, and looked at Wei Bo who was trembling with fear, a little puzzled.

Wang Huan turned around and looked at the first participant in the Fourth Holy Grail War he saw in the Xingyue World.

In the Clock Tower, no one ever really knew Webber.

The 20-year-old student named Weber, his true talents are like pearls hidden in the grit.

Well, at least he thinks so.

Thinking of this evaluation, Wang Huan couldn't help laughing.

Weber's grandmother was just the mistress of an ordinary magician, so the magic circuit in his body was very inferior compared to others.And Weber didn't get an orthodox education as a magician, he just relied on a magic book handed down by his grandma, basically everything was self-taught.

From this point of view, Weber is almost the prototype of Wang Huan's fabricated identity.

Weber sold his family property and worked very hard to join the "Clock Tower", the highest institution for magicians. Here, his horizons were indeed broadened again. While getting in touch with more magic, he also deeply realized the disadvantages of the Magic Association.

In the world of magic, the expectations of a magician's future depend on bloodlines.

The reliability of the theory needs to be determined by family history.

But the difference in historical background can be made up by increasing experience.Even if you don't have an excellent magic circuit, you can make up for your innate aptitude through a deep understanding of spells and skilled techniques.

Weber is convinced of this.

But in the clock tower, the top students who show off their ancient blood still occupy the mainstream, and countless magicians follow the famous families day and night, constantly flattering them.

The lecturers of the Twelve Magic Departments are all monarchs from ancient families. They only favor disciples from famous families. Students from humble backgrounds like Weber are not even willing to let him enter the reading room to read magic books, let alone teach magic.

No one wanted to really teach Weber, they swindled Weber's theoretical research with rhetoric, and then laughed and dismissed it.

Wang Huan quickly browsed through the thesis written by Weber in his hand, which launched a fierce attack on the old concepts in the Magic Association. The thinking was very clear and rigorous, and it could even be said that there were no flaws.

It's just that it doesn't help at all.

In front of Weber, Wang Huan tore the paper into pieces bit by bit, without any tremor in his hands, appearing very ruthless.

"What are you doing!!" Weber suddenly roared.

Unforgivable, this is a thesis theory that he has conceived for three years and only recently started to work on.

But now, it has turned into countless flying confetti.

Wang Huan's unhurried voice sounded immediately: "In the world of magic that has been passed down for a long time, it is impossible to think of convincing people with just a piece of paper - no one would value such a thing."

Wang Huan looked at Weber, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched: "The only way to convince this group of people is to prove it to them with facts."

Weber froze.

Wang Huan handed Weber a beautiful agreement: "From today onwards, you will be the lecturer of Modern Magic."

"From now on, you are now the thirteenth monarch of the clock tower, really look up for me." Wang Huan said lightly.

Although it was very slight, Wei Bo would always hunched his body slightly. He was actually a man with a very low self-esteem in his heart.

And the lecturer of each department represents a monarch, which is a very honorable honor.

Weber was completely stunned, his anger dissipated in an instant, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Is he crazy, or is the man in front of him crazy?
However, looking at the extremely real magic agreement with the effect of the clock tower, Weber subconsciously straightened his spine, and then punched himself with a snap.

With stars in his eyes, Weber passed out.

I really am dreaming, right?
Bazett stared blankly at the unconscious Weber, his red eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Wang Huan suspiciously.

This is his chosen lecturer, chosen monarch?
This guy, is he here to be funny?
No one would have thought that on this day, the modern magic department with only five members would occupy almost half of the clock tower in the future.

Perhaps its monarch cannot have great strength by himself, but among the disciples he taught, none of the magicians are lower than the fifth rank. If his disciples are united, the entire Clock Tower and even the Magic Association will be completely overturned.

(End of this chapter)