Magical Strategist

There was no rest for two whole days and two nights, but there was no time to rest. Baggio was about to check his study results.

If you are in a hurry, it doesn't matter whether it is useful or not. If you sharpen your gun in the face of battle, you will lose all your unhappiness.

I returned to the dormitory like a dragon and spent two minutes taking a shower, two minutes to fill my stomach, and one minute to get dressed. Then he started "gnawing books".

I finally memorized the first textbook because I didn't review it in time for two days, so I forgot half of it.

It's too late, there's no time!

The real dragon forced himself to go as fast as he could and remember as many as he could.

So, two hours later, someone knocked on the door of Zhenlong's dormitory and said that Baggio invited him to the office.

Is the end of the world coming?

The real dragon had made sufficient mental preparations. If anything, wouldn't he just get a beating? It’s not like I haven’t fought before.

Come to the chief instructor's office.

I saw Baggio sitting by the window, his face gloomy, his brows wrinkled, and his expression very serious.

The real dragon was a little nervous, and his heart was beating very fast. Of course it's not the heartbeat of first love and first kiss, it's fear, panic, and despair. He walked to Baggio on tiptoes and shrank his hands and feet, and said hello softly. "Master, are you calling me?"

"Yeah." Baggio nodded. "Two textbooks shouldn't be difficult for you, right? Okay, enough nonsense, let me see your results."

Baggio roughly took the textbook from the real dragon's hand, turned to a certain page at random, and asked: "Earth magic, how to use auxiliary fire magic, and the knowledge that needs to be paid attention to when integrating earth and fire elements. Two pieces of knowledge. Click, answer them individually."

Zhenlong was stunned, he had never seen these. "I have no idea……"

Baggio raised the thick book and patted the real dragon's head hard. He scolded: "You tell me you don't know such simple theoretical knowledge?" Baggio flipped through it again and asked: "What are the earth magic and forbidden arts?" There were nine in total, tell me. "

The real dragon rolled his eyes upwards and answered hesitantly: "Earth element, forbidden arts, nine, magic soul level six, and...and, three thousand worlds..."

boom! Another hard blow.

"Three thousand, you old man!" Baggio felt that one blow was not enough to satisfy his hatred, so he gave another blow. "I asked you to read a book, where did you see it? Two textbooks in three days. As long as you put enough pressure on yourself, cats and dogs can memorize them by heart. Why can't you?"

"Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong!" The real dragon's eyes were filled with stars, and his head was so dizzy that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north.

"Eat." Baggio threw the textbook to the real dragon and said expressionlessly.

"what?"

"I want you to eat the textbook!" Baggio said angrily.

oh. The real dragon decisively tore off a page, balled it up and stuffed it into his mouth.

The paper didn't taste good, it was dry, astringent, hard to chew, and hard to swallow.

"How does fire balance the properties of mutual restraint and mutual growth? What is its alchemical principle?" Baggio continued to ask.

"I don't know." Zhenlong answered neatly.

"Keep eating."

continue!

eat!

Keep eating!

eat! ! !

At the end of the meal, I actually burped.

"How does it taste? Is it delicious?" Baggio asked deliberately.

"It doesn't taste good. I feel like vomiting." The real dragon really wanted to vomit.

"Remember what happened today, keep it in your heart, do you understand? I will not let you do impossible things, and I have done what you are doing now, and I can do it better than you. These three I’ll give you two more days to write down this book.” Baggio took three more thick textbooks from the bookshelf and slapped them in front of the real dragon. "The ugly words are ahead. If you still can't recite them, it's not as simple as eating the book."

"As long as I am not a vegetarian, I am willing to accept anything." Zhenlong retched for a while, and the residue in his stomach was so waste that he could not spit it out.

"Then lick the floor with your tongue. Then I will bring some cows over and let them defecate while you lick them clean. How about that? If you think this is not enough, then put your hand into a bucket filled with poisonous mosquitoes. inside?"

Poof~~~

The real dragon finally couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited...

"I have plenty of ways to treat you, don't be too arrogant. What? You vomited on the floor and you still want me to clean it up for you? Are you the young master? Or the emperor's son?"

"No, you don't have to do these little things yourself." With that said, the real dragon took a mop and dustpan to clean up the vomit.

After cleaning, I took three textbooks and went back dejectedly. His mood cannot be described in a few words. Grievance, anger, nausea, anger, shame, discomfort, a mixture of emotions, it’s all there.

Baggio watched the real dragon leave with a rare smile on his face. It wasn't that he found pleasure in torturing his apprentice, but that he saw something in this kid that others didn't have - forbearance and determination. Having hatred in your heart but not letting it out; knowing that you can't do it but forcing yourself to do it are all valuable willpower.

"Boy, don't blame me. There is no shortcut to becoming strong. Only through constant setbacks and torture can you grow up!" Baggio silently put the dog-eared textbook that Zhen Long had taken notes on back on the bookshelf.

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Let's say that Zhenlong received an abnormal corporal punishment and returned to the dormitory full of resentment. There was really no place to vent my emotions, so I punched the pillow and quilt on the bed hard.

"Old Baggio! You bullied me too much. You forced me to eat books and licked cow dung. This is so perverted. If I hadn't been helpless here and couldn't beat you, I would have done it a long time ago. Are you still hitting me on the head all the time to provoke you? Curse you to death from choking on food, choking on water, falling down while walking..." The real dragon kept cursing to himself, like a shrew.

Despite the scolding, after a while I still read the book obediently. He doesn't want to lick cow dung or feed poisonous mosquitoes, and Baggio is not a man who just talks, he will definitely do what he says.

The real dragon couldn't imagine the scene of licking cow dung, and almost vomited out the shredded paper that hadn't been fully digested in his stomach.

I had to force myself to read and study.

In two days, I memorized three books, very thick, very thick.

Ordinary people can't do it, no matter how smart they are, they can't do it.

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Two days later.

The real dragon's eye sockets have turned into panda eyes. He hasn't eaten, slept, or gone out for two days. He has tried his best to remember, but...

There is so much content that I can only remember one book.

Punishment is a foregone conclusion.

Zhenlong was very conscious and went to find Baggio by himself without waiting for Baggio to summon him.

Baggio was chatting and laughing with the vulture. When he saw the real dragon coming in with a gray face, it was like seeing an enemy, and his face immediately became serious.

"Master, I'm here." Zhenlong said without confidence.

"Oh." Baggio didn't even look at him. "Have you memorized it all? Bring the textbook and I'll do a spot check."