This wizard only wants to take students.

Chapter 255 Summoning
The goblin priest Abu gently spread his hands, indicating that Lucian could do whatever he wanted.

He was leisurely tasting a cup of unknown gray soup, smacking his lips from time to time, as if he had completely let Lucian's actions go.

Lucian raised his arm, then slowly lowered it, raised it again, and slowly lowered it again.

His expression kept changing. Although Lucian tried very hard to control his emotions, the struggle in his heart was magnified to an extreme.

Wisps of gray-white mist began to silently infiltrate Lucian. Under the influence of this obscure force, Lucian's consciousness seemed to split into two completely different individuals at this moment.

One of the Lucians had a determined look on his face and firm eyes, as if he was ready to die; while the other Lucian had evasive eyes, half of his face hidden in the shadows, trying his best to hide himself, and at the same time, deep in his eyes there was a longing for life and a struggle against unwillingness.

"Listen to me! Take this opportunity to kill this goblin priest. If he escapes, it will be too difficult to find such an opportunity again! He is a god! Even if he is killed by the backlash of the rules, we are only a first-level wizard. Killing a fifth-level creature is a one-for-one blood profit, okay?"

"No, surviving is the most important thing! He is not my friend at all, and he is not worth my life as a stepping stone for him!"

The two Lucians' discussion turned into an argument, and soon the argument turned into a dispute. If neither of them had a physical body, they would probably have fought directly at this time.

It’s a lose-lose situation with two choices.

It seems that no matter what choice Lucian makes, he is always a loser. However, as a "loser", he has the right to choose the winner.

Lucian, like a puppet about to make his final appearance, slowly walked towards the twisted altar tower.

He staggered, as if these few short steps would be the last journey of his life.

The goblin priest lowered his head to taste the special drink from the chaotic civilization. When he lowered his head, a smug smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Go... go quickly..." The goblin priest smiled, looking forward to it, and secretly proud of himself.

The reason why he dared to come to the real world to "snatch food from the tiger's mouth" was because the abilities he possessed were very suitable for the rules in the dreamland.

The ability to distort and manipulate emotions might only be considered an average ability in a head-on combat situation. When facing some gods who are good at attacking, such as opponents who have mastered the abilities of destruction, space, etc., he can only flee in embarrassment. However, in this non-combat situation, his ability is extremely useful.

In fact, with just his mouth, he is confident that he can defeat his opponents silently.

For example, the level 5 wizard he described to Lucian before was not killed through direct combat.

And now, the little guy who poses the greatest threat to him is about to embark on the path of self-destruction.

"You are still too young..." The goblin priest Abu sneered in his heart. He calmly put down the bowl of soup in his hand, and his dark green eyes silently looked at Lucian who had walked to the front of the altar tower.

“Yes, that’s right, that’s it…” The goblin priest Abu shouted slogans to Lucian in his heart, but the next moment, the calm and peaceful expression on his face could no longer be maintained, and was replaced by a look of surprise and anger.

Because Lucian did not take out the feather pen at this time, but rushed to the front of the dream rule slate, stretched out his index finger, and quickly drew two strokes on the slate with his blood as ink. Lucian's movements were very fast, because the two strokes he wrote really did not have any technical content, just like a naughty boy who did not know any painting skills and splashed ink wantonly.

What he drew were two intersecting oblique lines, and the scarlet blood looked particularly eye-catching on the dream slate with black background and golden letters.

What Lucian drew was a red cross. This simple symbol represents a similar meaning in almost any civilization:
Error, removal.

The line of rules that Lucian had marked incorrectly was the one that had just been tampered with by the goblin priest.

"You are crazy!" The goblin priest roared angrily. At this moment, there was anger and fear in his dark green eyes.

“No, on the contrary, I am extremely awake now.” Lucian smiled. He could feel the dream slate quickly becoming active under the stimulation of his blood, just like he had used blood to awaken the quill before.

It was the anger of a high-level life form after feeling that it had been desecrated. This feeling was like being woken up by a naughty kid's urine.

tick-

Blood was still dripping from Lucian's index finger, and he could feel the anger of the stone slab towards him.

But Lucian was not panicked, and even a smile appeared on his face.

Because while he felt the revival of the stone tablet, he could also feel that the rule that had been tampered with by the goblin priest was being "corrected" at an astonishing speed, and even some of the content that had been tampered with by the goblin priest was being quickly restored.

Lucian could even feel that the anger of the stone tablet towards him was rapidly shifting at this moment.

What is the quickest way to resolve a conflict?
The natural way is to create a bigger contradiction to divert it!

And now, the Goblin Priest has undoubtedly inherited the biggest target, followed by the "Judge" who also masters some of the rules, and finally the "naughty child" Lucian.

Although it is infuriating to be woken up by a naughty child using boy's urine, if the child does this to alert you that a thief has entered your home, the normal reaction would probably be to catch the thief first.

After all, you can deal with naughty kids at any time, so you might as well wait until the next rainy day!
But if the thief misses it, then all the lost items will be gone!
And now, two "big black rats" have been discovered on the stone slab!
“Um… Mr. Abu, I wonder how you feel about this, but how would it feel to be treated as a master?” Lucian chuckled. A feather pen appeared in his hand, and with the help of the gray-white air currents in the air, he began to quickly write a name that could point to the great being who was sleeping.

"The great master sleeping in the depths of dreams..."

hum-

There was no need for ink, nor did Lucian need to donate his own blood. The simple wisdom of the quill seemed to realize that what Lucian did had a positive impact on its own body, so it appeared particularly docile, and even actively released its own power, beginning to absorb the gray-white mist around it and integrate it into the words written by Lucian.

As Lucian continued to write, a terrifying aura quickly descended with the feather pen as an anchor.

(End of this chapter)