Magical Strategist

"Master, thank you for the praise, hehe..." Zhenlong was a little embarrassed by the praise.

"I'm not praising you!" Unexpectedly, Baggio turned his face faster than turning the page in the book, and immediately shuddered.

"Wow! It hurts!" Zhenlong shouted, covering his head.

The master and apprentice made too much noise, which inevitably attracted a lot of attention. No less than a hundred pairs of eyes looked over...

"What are you looking at? Do you want to try it too?" Baggio roared.

After being threatened by Mr. Huo, the students immediately lowered their heads and ate peacefully.

"Master, can you please stop hitting people all the time in the future? It really hurts... Also, don't we have rules? Instructors are not allowed to beat students without reason, but you always hit me." Zhenlong complained.

"What do you know? I beat you for your own good." Baggio replied.

Pooh! It's for my own good. If I hadn't been thick-skinned, you would have killed me long ago. The real dragon was so angry that he dared not speak.

"Eat quickly and hit the road after eating." Baggio urged.

"Go, go, go on the road? Master, what road do you want me to go on?" Zhenlong's face suddenly turned pale.

"When we go to Tianyuan Place, there will be a "teacher exchange meeting" in the afternoon. The chief instructors of each department will bring the best apprentices there to get to know each other, exchange experiences, cultivate relationships, and also have a discussion by the way." Baggio said .

"Should I go too?" asked the real dragon.

"Nonsense, you are the only three disciples I have. If I don't take you, who else can I take? Although I don't have many disciples, they are all elites. You have to save some face for me later." Baggio still has high expectations for the real dragon.

"But my disciple has just joined your disciples. He hasn't learned a few powerful magic tricks yet, and he has silver fighting spirit. I'm afraid..." The real dragon became worried. Among the many masters in Bordeaux, he seemed so small.

"Stop being a man if you're afraid!!" Baggio shouted.

"..."

"The old dean wants to see you, so you try your best to behave well later. Only when he nods can I teach you high-end magic, even forbidden techniques. If he doesn't agree, I can't teach you forbidden techniques without authorization, so If you really want to become stronger, you must get Hawking's approval." Baggio added.

"Yes!"

After the meal, the master and the apprentice immediately set off for Tianyuan Place.

The location of the teacher-student exchange meeting is on the rooftop of the dean’s office building.

The rooftop is enclosed in a pentagonal shape with metal railings, and the gaps between the railings are filled with strong wires. There is a raised square ground in the center of the rooftop. It is not difficult to tell that this is a competition arena. Below the arena is the auditorium.

Baggio Zhenlongdi was the first to go up to the rooftop. The other staff had not arrived yet, and only Dean Hawking was sitting in the audience.

I saw old man Hawking sitting there quietly, holding a "brown stick" that was either a crutch or a magic wand in both hands, with a peaceful expression. A broken straw hat was placed on his head. It was too big and covered his shining eyes. The hair exposed outside the brim of the hat is already gray. His eyebrows and beard were also white. But his face was still purple and he looked full of energy.

The famous Dean Bodor and the great magician of mankind, Joseph Hawking, is just like an ordinary old man, without any distinguishing features.

"You came quite early." Hawking turned his back to Baggio and said with narrowed eyes.

"Isn't the annual exchange meeting held only next month? Why is it brought up to today?" Although Hawking is his elder and leader, Baggio is not the kind of person to be restrained.

"Isn't it the same whether it's early or late? Baggio, oh Baggio, he accepted a disciple without telling me. He really doesn't understand the rules more and more." Hawking scolded.

"Everything has to be approved by you. Are you busy enough? I just hope you will work less and live a few more years. I don't want to tell you about small things like accepting disciples," Baggio said.

"Hahaha... I don't care if others accept their disciples, but you are different. Then let me take a good look at the abilities of the children chosen by the God of Vulcan." Hawking stood up, turned around and looked at the real dragon.

The moment the real dragon and Hawking looked at each other, a bone-chilling feeling swept through their bodies. After the cold, another wave of burning heat rushed into the body. After getting cold and hot, Zhenlong's legs suddenly became weak, and his body staggered and lost its center of gravity.

"What magic did he use? His body suddenly became so heavy!" the real dragon thought to himself.

"Wow, that's a pretty good prospect! If this child is well-educated, he will be no worse than your beloved Piro," Hawking said.

"What did you see with your "eye of the mind"?" Baggio asked.

(The so-called pupil of the mind is a forbidden technique of light magic. It can see through and see clearly the flow of magic and elements.)

"If I tell you everything, I should be the master, hahaha." Hawking chuckled.

"You will always be a very unpleasant old man!" Baggio said angrily.

After finally getting rid of the feeling of ice and fire, his body gradually regained its strength. The real dragon stepped forward and greeted Hawking: "Junior Lier Zhenlong, please take care of me."

"Not bad, not bad. I like polite children." Hawking smiled and touched the real dragon's head. There were wrinkles on his forehead like a stream, giving people a kind feeling.

After a while, many people came to the rooftop one after another. Presumably the chief instructors from other departments arrived with their apprentices.

The real dragon stayed behind Baggio, smiling at the strange faces he had never seen before. No matter what, at least let others find Baggio's apprentice approachable. However, when the real dragon saw that face, he immediately turned pale.

Gui San, Cheng Jian and two water students walked towards the real dragon.

When Gui San walked to the real dragon, he deliberately stopped, leaned his head and sniffed the real dragon, and then said: "Hey, it smells like urine!"

How can it be? I had washed it long ago, so why does it still smell like urine? The real dragon couldn't help but lower his head and smell it.

Hahaha... The third class of ghosts let out harsh ridicules.

The real dragon's heart was filled with anger.

"These disciples of yours really need to be dealt with. If you piss me off one day, I'll kill them on the spot." Baggio yelled at a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was of medium build and looked somewhat similar to Gui San. Both had dark green hair and small eyes. He responded with a smile: "Lao Huo, don't be so angry."

"Every time I see you, I won't be in a good mood!" Baggio said angrily.

"Really? Wouldn't that be my honor?" said the middle-aged man.

"I've wanted to fight you for a long time. Follow me to the ring quickly and let everyone know who is more powerful, fire magic or water magic. Garcia Li, do you dare to accept my challenge?" Baggio provocatively.

"Everyone, be quiet! Be quiet!" Hawkin ordered.

Suddenly, the rooftop became eerily quiet. Even the restless Baggio restrained himself.

"Today is the annual teacher-sect exchange meeting, focusing on exchanges..."

Next came Hawking's twenty-minute speech.

"Finally, a reminder, the Bordeaux Competition is less than half a year away. I believe that all students, no one does not want to win this competition, and no one does not want to erect his own statue in the Bordeaux Hall of Fame. So, I hope you will take advantage of it. Today is an opportunity to learn something useful for yourself from others... Now, I declare that this teacher exchange meeting has officially begun!" Hawking said with a bright voice.

Hustle, lala, lala... the applause was like thunder.