Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 113 Is it a misunderstanding?

The other three all looked at Ronan, their faces filled with disbelief.

What happened?

Why would Mr. Reihart speak to him in that tone?

Isn't this a freshman? How did he become a professor?

The three men were filled with doubt and turned to look at Lehart.

Ronan was the same, not understanding why Lehart would call him that, and also looked at the man in black.

"Actually, I didn't really want to come either, but they kept—" Reihart shrugged helplessly, "I couldn't do anything about it."

"I hope you won't bother me, Professor Grek."

The three apprentices seemed to have grasped the meaning, and they all looked at Ronan thoughtfully.

Ronan, on the other hand, was somewhat confused, but he knew that Lehart had definitely misunderstood him.

"Mr. Reihart, have you misunderstood something?" he asked, his innocent eyes wide, carefully choosing his tone.

To his surprise, Reihart was clearly displeased by his words. He frowned, his tone becoming impatient, and said, "Stop playing around, Professor Grecker."

He turned and gestured for the other three to follow, intending to go and receive the mission first.

Previously, he had already selected the most suitable tasks for these three new students.

These three are the strongest among the latest batch of freshmen and have great potential for development.

Taking them on missions ahead of time is like giving them a trial before others, which can expand their lead.

To be honest, this was because the previous batch of freshmen were not strong enough and basically all of them died out after a few rounds.

That's why all the mentors kept emphasizing to him that if he was going to kidnap someone, he should kidnap someone stronger, because kidnapping someone too weak would be of no value.

When Reihart kidnapped people, he paid special attention to this point, and when he finally used his giant claws to grab people, he also targeted the strongest ones.

"Mr. Reihart, you've really misunderstood."

Seeing that the other person was ignoring him and was about to leave, Ronan quickly followed.

Just then, a small, giant soul claw appeared instantly and swept towards the area in front of him.

If he takes another step forward, he will be hit directly.

Ronan immediately stopped and cast a "magic shield" on himself.

Although the giant claw of the spirit did not hit him, it did glide across his shield.

In an instant, a screeching sound came from the surface of the shield.

The giant claw of the soul swept across, but the shield did not shatter.

"what?"

When Lehart felt his attack being blocked, he was surprised to see that the shield he had hit had not broken.

Although he only controlled the power of his giant claws to a level below his class, it was still something that those below his class could not withstand.

The three apprentices, who had witnessed the power of the fully formed Soul Body Giant Claw on the flying boat, had a deep understanding of this.

They never imagined that this seemingly unmodified "magic shield" could actually block this attack.

Could it be true that Mr. Reihart is telling the truth?

He wasn't the original apprentice?

The more the three thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed. They looked at Ronan with fear in their eyes, as if they were looking at an unknown and strange monster.

"Mr. Lehart, you've really misunderstood. Actually, I and—" Ronan quickly took the opportunity to explain.

"What audacity of you, monster! I knew you weren't human the moment I saw you!"

The green-haired, smirking man suddenly jumped out, pointed at him, and shouted, conjuring a modified white fireball in his hand.

Ronan could not sense any temperature in the white fireball through his mental domain.

White flames spilled out of the fireball, which looked extremely dangerous.

If you get hit by it, you're sure to end up in a bad situation.

Of course, this is on the premise that it can hit a person.

How could Ronan possibly give his opponent time to slowly build up their ultimate move?

He slightly raised his hand, and a "scorching ray" shot towards the white fireball.

Bang.

The incompletely formed white fireball dissipated in an instant.

The green-haired, sinister-smiling man turned pale, suffering a severe backlash from the magic.

The other two also assumed an attack stance, but did not act rashly. Instead, they tilted their heads and looked at Lehart, waiting for further instructions from him.

At the same time, their suspicions deepened.

Such a powerful and swift attack! It instantly shattered the attack of Iank, one of the "Four Strongest."

This wasn't the way that person attacked before!

The two had only seen Ronan eliminate many of the Flash-Eating Wyverns with his powerful elemental ice arrows, relieving a lot of pressure on the group.

I hadn't noticed that Ronan had ever used ray-type magic.

In reality, Ronan only used his ray attack on Lehart at the last moment of the sneak attack. As long as one's attention is not focused on him, it is normal to miss the attack.

Reihart didn't make another move, looking thoughtful.

"What are you doing! This is not the place for your fight!"

A reprimanding voice rang out, and Margaret stormed over in anger.

She glanced at Lehart and his group of four, then looked at Ronan, her eyes practically brimming with questioning.

"Margaret, I think Mr. Lehart has misunderstood—" Ronan quickly explained.

"You're not dead?"

Lehart suddenly looked at him with a suppressed expression and asked.

"Huh?" Ronan didn't react for a moment.

"Mr. Reihart, whatever the misunderstanding, please don't take action here—" Margaret said sternly, "Otherwise, before the enforcement team can arrest you, I will complain to the dean, understand?"

"Miss Margaret, please don't be impulsive. It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, isn't it?"

Reihart's previously nonchalant expression immediately changed upon hearing "complain to the dean," and he patiently explained to Margaret, "It's not like every time we send new students to Professor Grecker, not one ever comes back unharmed—"

"I thought Professor Grecker was deliberately manipulating a complete corpse to use me to verify his experimental results."

"After all, you know he's done this kind of thing before—"

As Lehart spoke, his tone became somewhat aggrieved.

He wasn't feeling sorry for the freshmen who couldn't return; rather, he was feeling wronged by becoming part of Professor Grecker's experiment.

"He's different."

Margaret pointed at Ronan and said, "He passed Professor Greck's initial experiments and will continue to cooperate with the experimental process—"

"If you are going to do a very dangerous mission, I suggest you prioritize his safety."

"Of course, of course," Lehart nodded repeatedly, explaining, "There's no danger at all; it's just organizing a few of them to go to the Necromancer's Cave for some training—"

"What did you say?!"

Margaret screamed in surprise, wondering if she had misheard.

Upon hearing this, the other three members of the "Strongest Four" all turned pale and looked at Lehart.

Ronan was startled.

What kind of place is this Cave of the Dead?