Who designed this underworld dungeon?

What surprised Gapar was that the professors of the Magic Association did not agree immediately.

For some reason, going to explore Thane Dungeon together seems to be some kind of important decision for them, and they need time to consider it.

"Mr. Gapal, what do you think of it there?" Tulsi asked with a smile. She had a youthful energy about her. "The lost magic academy in ancient times seems like something that only appears in legends."

"I'm not interested in stories or anything like that."

Japar unconsciously touched his forehead. Although his memory about Sun Fist was lost, he vaguely remembered that its method of casting had nothing to do with the staff.

"However, that academy will bring more people into contact with magic, there is no doubt about it."

"Let more people be exposed to magic.:

Tulsi showed a little playful expression, not knowing what she was thinking, and said:

"I really want to take a look. Maybe I will find a lot of magic that is not in the association's records."

Hedes suddenly turned his head and gave her a warning look, but said nothing.

Tulsi has shown great interest in Rhea Lucalia. Perhaps she is the one who likes Thain the most among these professors.

"I'm looking forward to cooperating with the legendary sword master again. With my unparalleled swordsmanship and my specialized defensive magic, I can defeat even the opponent who is the devil."

Seeing this woman looking like she was about to agree, some people couldn't sit still.

"Mr. Gapal, we need time to consider this matter carefully," Seth said politely: "Tomorrow at the latest, I will visit you personally and give you an answer."

Gapar shrugged indifferently. He couldn't understand why these people made so many twists and turns. They could go if they wanted to, but not go if they didn't want to.

If they don't go, I'll look for Leon.

With this in mind, Gapar left the professors' mansion.

After he left, the three professors were silent and seemed to have something on their minds.

I don’t know how long it took, when the light of the setting sun completely disappeared and the crystal chandelier in the hall automatically lit up,

Tulsi, the youngest among the three, was the first to speak:

"I hate Thane Dungeon."

She tapped the wooden handrail with her slender fingers. She was still smiling, but the feeling was completely different from before.

Seth glanced at her and didn't feel that the words coming out of her mouth were strange at all, because they were in line with the other person's character.

After all, the new generation of magicians represented by Tulsi are basically the most deeply immersed in the association's dogma.

One of the most important points in the dogma is "If you don't obtain a diploma issued by the Magic Association, you are not an official magician."

There are many problems behind this simple sentence.

Nowadays, basically all magicians have an inseparable relationship with the Magic Association.

Whether it is the study, research, teaching of magic, or other matters related to the field of magic, associations cannot be avoided, and most magicians are happy to deal with associations.

After all, as the largest organization in the magic circle, it can provide magicians with the greatest convenience.

Researchers can obtain various supports from the association, and research results can be promoted and applied in appropriate places as quickly as possible.

The magic schools affiliated to the association provide people with the opportunity to learn magic. After they are successful and pass the assessment, they can obtain a diploma and become an orthodox magician recognized by the association. The furthest magic school even opened to the border.

People have regarded the existence of the Magic Association as part of the world, and it seems that it is born to represent the highest authority of the magic circle.

Magicians from all walks of life communicate with each other in the environment created by the association, and create new sparks of inspiration, making magic more prosperous.

So, what's the cost?

Those "magicians" who are not recognized by the association for various reasons have something to say.

"That dungeon will give countless idiots without talent the opportunity to learn magic."

Tulsi held up her cheeks and said depressedly: "In recent years, more and more magicians have become monks in Yeluzi. The magic they learn is messy. Let's not talk about it. They don't even take diplomas and don't have decent instructors, let alone where they come from. Family, they don’t deserve to be called magicians, they can only be considered magic users.”

It can be seen from her reaction that the magician circle attaches great importance to family background.

"Here we go again," Seth sighed, stroking his forehead, "As long as anyone can learn magic, they are called magicians. Even I don't care about their origins, so what do you care about."

"But those wild mages don't even pay the copyright fees." Tulsi put her hands on her face. "Anyway, I can't stand others stealing my magic without saying a word. If I get caught, I must use amnesia." Wash his brain."

Magicians can apply for copyright in the association for the magic they develop themselves, and all learners must pay.

"Not all magic requires royalties.

Seth didn't bother to argue with her anymore and changed the subject.

"How are you thinking about it? Do you want to accept Gapar's invitation?"

"Go, it's just idle time anyway." Tulsi waved her hand, "Finding more new magic can be considered as a contribution to the association.

Seth saw through her little thoughts. The association has a rule that if a magic lost in ancient times can be discovered and it is determined that its creator has no descendants, the discoverer can apply for the magic he discovered as his own copyright.

This is to encourage people to discover the magic of the past that is lost in the vastness of history.

It is basically impossible for the magic produced in the dungeon to have an owner.

"I also agree to explore Thane Dungeon." Seth nodded and said: "I am very curious about what the living conditions of ancient magicians were like."

"What's the title of your next paper?" Tulsi asked with interest. "No," Seth frowned with a rare eyebrow and said with a headache: "It belongs to a student of mine. If he can't come up with a suitable paper, he will Don’t even think about getting promoted in this life.”

"Oh, I remembered. He is the one who is obsessed with monsters every day, right? The papers he submitted were all about how to tame monsters, and they are of little value."

"That's why as a mentor, I have to help him find a way."

Seth's eyes twitched. After being a tutor for so many years, this was the first time he had written a paper for a student.

He will never allow students under his name who cannot be promoted!

Hedes sat quietly and did not speak, but nodded slightly, which was regarded as approval of their decision.

So the next day, there was a knock on the door of Gapal's house.

However, what appeared in front of Gapar was a face he had never expected.

"Good morning, Lord Sword Master."

?

An unshaven smiling face entered Gapar's eyes.

Although he looks like he is smiling, if you look closely, you can see that there is cold sweat on the forehead of the guy passing by.

His eyes were not peaceful at all, but rather a bit panicked.

It was as if a bunch of old salty fish who had been working hard at home were suddenly forcibly pulled out to participate in the activities of the big bosses. He could not afford to offend each big boss, so he could only apologize.

"Why is it your kid?" Gapar was confused.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Roger said with a smile, he felt like his face was almost numb from laughter.

"Of course I remember you. You were the first person to give me the image of a fire dragon mating as a gift. You gave me that thing and you wanted my help."

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. I took the wrong bag that time, please forgive me."

"Ahem."

There was a cough from behind, and Roger's back straightened immediately.

Gapar glanced around him and looked back, only to see Tulsi waving to him with a smile, and Hedes nodded at him.

But Seth was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Gapal, we have decided to accept your proposal. When are we going to set off?" Tulsi asked.

"Any time."

Gapar showed amazing efficiency, and after a few minutes, they arrived at the Fire Sacrifice.

Through the exchanges along the way, I finally figured out why Roger came to this high-end bureau. Because his mentor Seth was temporarily unable to come, so he simply pulled the real master who needed to write a thesis from home and threw him away. Joined this high-end team with big bosses.

There were people who could not afford to offend him, and Roger was extremely scared. He was especially afraid of Hedes. He would break into a cold sweat just looking at him, and he would drink water from time to time to replenish his fluids.

He usually likes to talk a lot, but if he talks too much here, he might lose his life.

Roger was now trembling like a little thief dragon that had mistakenly entered the territory of the Map King.

"This is my first time entering a dungeon."

Tulsi looked at the scene of the Fire Sacrifice with curiosity in her eyes.

"I heard that Thane Dungeon is full of smelly water, but it's not very pretty here."

Roger, who had the lowest status, quickly explained to her: "You should be talking about the French Fortress. It really stinks over there."

Tulsi nodded, took out the photo stone, found a good angle and took some photos, especially the bonfire.

Hedes looked at the blue sky, his expression no longer scary.

Gapar glanced at Roger, held a moment of silence for this guy who had to show caution, and then led everyone towards the elevator.

To reach the elevator, you must pass through a cemetery behind the sacrificial site.

"Is this kind of light point a prop produced in the dungeon?" Tulsi picked up a light point in front of the tombstone and harvested green flowers and grass.

Roger's eyelids twitched and he quickly said: "Wait a minute, don't get close there——

Before she finished speaking, a pale skeletal hand emerged and suddenly grabbed Tulsi's wrist!

Roger closed his eyes in despair, thinking that the other party would be furious.

"The grip is pretty tight."

However, Tulsi was only observing the skeleton's hand. There was a transparent film between the other person and her wrist, and she could not touch her at all.

As a professor who specializes in defensive magic, she is always covered with a transparent defensive shield.

The whole cemetery shook, and bones emerged from the grave one after another. This place once left an indelible shadow on Malu of the strategy team. Will these professors be like her?

Gapar held the scabbard and planned to smash the skull's head, but the other two had no reaction.

Seeing this, he also put down his weapon to see what the youngest magic professor could do.

"Oh, just picking up the light spots will cause monsters to attack. Punishment measures for greedy people...:::. I agree with this concept, maybe you can like this place."

Tulsi recited an incomprehensible spell, and sprayed warm-colored clouds all over the sky with her backhand.

"Healing magic?" Gapar's body covered in mist felt life slowly emerging. This was undoubtedly healing magic.

But what's the use here?

Something magical happened. The restless skeleton warriors stopped their movements one after another. After a few seconds, they even crawled back into the soil and fell into sleep again.

The originally shaking cemetery suddenly calmed down, and Roger promptly gave an explanation:

"This is a new type of healing magic invented by Ms. Tisso. The biggest feature is to dispel the enemy's fighting spirit and use the comfort brought by the treatment to calm the enemy's emotions."

Tisso is Tulsi's surname, which is an ancient magic family.

It's interesting, and Japar nodded slightly.

Tulsi's figure flickered in the warm-toned magic mist, her long beige hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her perfect profile revealed a breathtaking angle under the wide-brimmed pointed hat, elegant, noble and beautiful.

The atmosphere was full, and the style was full.

Calming the emotions of monsters, this ability that sounds like a kind goddess in a legend would have, and it's pretty beautiful when artificially reproduced.

However, the monsters in the Sean Dungeon are not the type that can be calmed down by ordinary comfort.

The skeleton warriors buried in this cemetery have the greatest malice towards all invaders. Even if their strength cannot hurt these people, they will do everything they can to make them look bad!

The Sen monsters are very similar to their masters. They don't like to see others pretending in his dungeon.

The emotional fluctuations of adventurers when they fail to pretend can generate a lot of mental power!

So, a skeleton monster quietly drilled out of the soil under pressure and threw a round pot that Leon often hung on his waist towards Tulsi.

"Clang-a flash of sword light, the feces pot was accurately cut off. How could Japar ignore the sneak attack?

However, a strong stench suddenly broke out, so strong that people couldn't help but want to escape!

Because... this feces pot contains the Monster Hunter's strange stinky bomb!

Tulsi's pretty face changed color instantly, and she almost trotted away from the source of the stench without caring about the atmosphere and style.

But after running two steps, she finally couldn't help her surging stomach and vomited with a "wow".

Looking back at the other people, they were in the same situation as her, only Japar didn't seem to react.

Tulsi held the tombstone and vomited while thinking:

I really still hate this place!