Tyrant Code

In order to fulfill Paul's wish, Goldo accompanied him to attend Attricia's class.

Paul went with hope in his heart.In his mind, Atrice Horn was simply the embodiment of perfection.He has excellent talent, diligent academic attitude, noble sentiment and gentleman character.

Paul knew him basically from his work and the portrait that hung on the wall.He had known for a long time that Instructor Atricia had a god-given good looks, but when he actually saw the real person, he was still overwhelmed by the radiance that was more touching than the portrait, and he was a little speechless with excitement.

"...God, I can't believe it," Paul murmured. "It's really him. He looks exactly like the portrait."

Gordon, who was sitting with him on the student seat: "...Are you okay?"

Paul: "It's okay! I'm fine! Just a little excited—"

Their whisperings, however, caught Atrice's attention.

"...Therefore, we habitually regard purification rituals as a means to combat impurity or sin. And what are the most common means of performing rituals—Gordo, you can answer." Standing Atricia on the podium called by his name with a blank expression.

Goldo: "..." This is the first time he has been named.

"Common methods can be divided into direct and indirect. One is to use spells to disperse directly, and the other is to purify with the help of holy objects or a formation composed of runes." Goldo replied.

Atricia: "What's the difference between the two?"

Goldo: "The former must be performed by a person with magic, and the latter can be done by a trained clergyman, and does not require magical qualifications."

Atricia nodded: "Very good, quite proficient. It's no wonder, because I have already taught you these things... I will assign your after-school homework by then."

It means to give him homework.

Gordon was a little helpless: "Yes, teacher."

A murmur of discussion suddenly spread from the student seats.Many people were surprised at the interaction between these two people just now, so they looked sideways at Gordo.

"...Gordo." Paul swallowed, and said stiffly, "Just now, what did Instructor Atrichia mean? What does it mean that he has already taught you these things..."

"I'm sorry, Paul. There's something I haven't told you all this time." Goldo leaned into his ear and said softly, "Atricia is my tutor, and I have been studying with him before entering the seminary So I'm very conspicuous to him. If I continue to talk to you, the teacher will be upset."

Paul: "..."

Paul was so surprised that he almost jumped up on the spot: "What—"

Just as Paul was about to say something, Atricea glanced over with a faint look. Paul was as honest as a quail in an instant, no matter how excited he was, he didn't dare to distract his attention.

Only then did Atricia look away from them.

"...Gordo." Paul squirmed his lips slightly, and complained in a voice as low as a mosquito's buzzing, "...you are too disrespectful."

Goldo didn't answer, he could only say sorry in a low voice in his heart.

Soon, a class is over.

Paul also gradually realized that Atricia was different from what he had imagined.

The first is character.Yatricia was not sloppy in his lectures, and he always hit the point when he asked questions, and after more than an hour, he never showed any unnecessary smiles—it seems that he is the type who is rational but indifferent .

But after a class, Paul, who gradually woke up from the idol filter, admired him even more.

After class, when the students dispersed, Goldo took Paul up against the flow of people and went to the podium to find Atrésia.

Attica, who was arranging the books, didn't raise her head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...We would like to invite you to lunch, teacher." Goldo blinked and said.

Yatricia raised her head and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Ask me?"

Gordon nodded, and quietly pointed in Paul's direction: "This is my classmate Paul. He has admired you for a long time and wants an autograph..."

Paul spoke in a panic, he was afraid of seeing a trace of displeasure on Atricia's face: "No, if you don't want to—"

"What's the big deal." Atricia gave them a weird look, and tore a piece of paper from her notepad, "Can I sign it here?"

Paul nodded frantically.

Yatrixia raised a pen and wrote a series of fluent words, and then handed the paper to Paul: "Next time you have something to say directly, don't chatter in my class. It makes me feel that the students who come to listen to the class are not students. They are two sparrows with brains the size of sesame seeds."

Paul: "..."

Paul was suddenly a little embarrassed, but he still treasured and put his signature into his textbook.

"Okay, don't you want to invite me to dinner?" Attricia said, "Let's go."

The three of them went to the cafeteria together, and Atricia skillfully picked a few dishes she liked, and sat at the same table with Gordo and the others with a plate.

"... After so many years, the canteen of Moonstone Palace still hasn't changed much." Atricea inserted a small piece of green cauliflower and said with some distaste, "I still like to put these strange things in seafood soup. thing."

"It's called nutritional balance, teacher." Gordo also had cauliflower in today's dish. Although he didn't like its taste very much, Gordo swallowed it without changing his face. "Picky eaters are not good for your health."

Atrium, who was silently planning to pick out all the cauliflower: "..."

In retrospect, Gordo had never been picky eaters.Whether in the lord's castle or in the priest's mansion, Gordo ate whatever was served, without being picky at all.

Atricia picked out the cauliflower with a spoon, tasted it as if he was dead, then his expression was blank for a moment, and then he held his forehead with his hand.

Goldo: "...Is it that unpalatable?"

Atricia glanced up at him.

Goldo: "...Okay, okay."

Then he swapped the pumpkin soup on his plate with Atrium's seafood soup.

Atricia cheered up.

Paul, who was taken aback by the interaction between these two people: "..."

Could this be the legendary teacher and student?Swapping dishes on each other's plates without even batting an eye?

...They seemed more like friends than teachers and students.Paul thought a little confused.

"By the way, after dinner, come with me to the headquarters of the God Academy." Yatrixia said, "The remaining four places on the representative team have all been finalized. You and I will go meet your teammates."

Gordon: "Understood."

Paul asked curiously: "Except for Gordo, are all the other team members senior students?"

"Yes." Atrixia said calmly, "But you still have hope. This competition is held every three years, and there may be another one before you graduate."

Paul: "I hope...then I'll go to the library for self-study first. Teacher, Gordo, I'll see you another day."

Gordon waved goodbye.

"By the way, have you read through the notes I gave you before?" Atricia suddenly asked Gordon.

Gordon hesitated, then nodded anyway.

Yatricia: "Okay, then you can return those notes to me."

Goldo: "...Huh?"

Atricia: "Why are you making such a stupid face?"

Goldo twitched the corner of his mouth: "I thought it was a gift from you." No one would ask for a gift back.

Atricia: "That is indeed a gift from me, but I really need those notes for systematic lesson preparation. The point is not what I can teach, but what you can learn... Anyway, it is right now It’s useless to you. If you’re really unhappy, then just lend it to me.”

Goldo: "Don't say that..." He poked the beef ribs on his plate with a fork, and complained in a low voice, "Now I understand why you don't have any friends."

Yatricia raised her eyebrows slightly: "...?"

Gordon sighed softly: "In this case, even if you are my teacher, you shouldn't bluntly say that you want to take back the gift you gave me. You should be more tactful—"

"I know how to be tactful." Atricia interrupted Gordon's complaint, "I'll give you another gift in exchange for the old gift I gave you before... It should be okay. "

Gordon nodded in satisfaction: "That's about the same." He smiled and blinked, "What gift do you plan to give me?"

Goldo's eyes were warm black.

Black is actually not in line with the mainstream aesthetics in this era.The blue and emerald green eyes of Mad Duke and Atria are the criteria for being judged as great beauty.

But Gordon's eyes were different.His eyes seemed to be sprinkled with stardust, and the faint light of these stars fluctuated with his breathing, as if ignoring everything in this world and only staring at the person in front of him.

Atricia: "..."

He frowned slightly unnaturally, then stretched out his hand and turned Gordon's face aside.

Goldo: "???"

Atrium: "It's just a gift, I'll give it to you tonight."

Although Goldo was a little puzzled by Attricia's behavior, he still happily replied: "Okay, then I will wait for your gift, teacher."

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Atricia: Are you seducing me?Just for this note?