Wizard Immortal

Chapter 81 Teacher

Inside the spacious classroom, two figures stood quietly.

"Are you... here for class?"

Standing on the podium, looking at Adir who was pushing open the door in the distance, Simora raised her head and asked in a hoarse voice.

After saying this, he stared intently at Adir, a hint of expectation unconsciously creeping into his eyes.

Seeing this, and feeling the other person's gaze, Adir nodded somewhat blankly: "Yes, isn't today a pharmacy class?"

In the distance, listening to Adir's words, Simora remained silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse and weak voice: "No, you haven't come to the wrong place."

"It's time, come in and start class..."

He finished speaking silently, then stopped looking at Adir, and quietly turned around to take something out from under his body.

Taking advantage of this break, Adir glanced at Simora on the podium and sighed inwardly.

This scene was foreshadowed long ago.

Pharmacy is too difficult and requires too much learning ability from apprentices. The further into the course you go, the fewer people can catch up.

Previously, Adir hadn't noticed because he was too focused. But now, thinking back, Adir suddenly realized that back in the last class, only a handful of apprentices were still keeping up with the pace.

Now, only Adir remains.

"Alright, let's begin."

Standing on the podium, looking at Adir ahead, a glimmer of hope flashed in Simora's eyes, and he couldn't help but perk up and begin his lecture.

His classes have always been very serious, and even now that there is only one student left, he will not slack off in the slightest; on the contrary, he has become even more serious.

As Adir listened to the other person's lecture, he activated the chip's assistance while listening attentively.

With his wholehearted dedication and the powerful assistance of the chip, although he found it difficult to listen, he was able to keep up with the pace and not fall too far behind.

As for the parts that are truly incomprehensible, they will be recorded by the chip and played back again and again for further study and analysis.

An hour or two passed quickly. Standing on the podium in front of him, looking at Adir, Simora rapidly explained the various points of knowledge.

Perhaps because Adir was the only student attending the class, he would deliberately stop and slow down the pace whenever he reached a difficult point, so that Adir could hear it more clearly.

"Alright, that concludes this lesson."

He didn't stop lecturing until it started to get dark outside.

"If you have any other questions, you can ask them now."

Looking at Adir, Simora spoke.

Upon hearing this, Adir was taken aback at first, but then quickly realized what was happening.

He certainly wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and readily stepped forward, asking, "Sir, may I ask about the refining of bloodline potions? How do you overcome the rejection reaction between the bloodlines of different creatures during the refining process?"

"This is a very complicated problem..."

Hearing Adir's question, Simora nodded to himself, his expression gradually becoming serious, and began to earnestly answer Adir's questions.

Time flew by during the after-class tutoring sessions.

Since Simora did not specify when she would leave, Adir naturally wanted to make the most of this opportunity.

He asked all the questions he had from studying pharmacy in one go, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

Listening to these questions, Simora showed no impatience whatsoever; on the contrary, she patiently helped Adir answer his questions.

Time passed by unnoticed, and it wasn't until it was completely dark outside that Adir woke up.

"I apologize for taking up so much of your time."

He looked at Simora apologetically and said, "It's getting late, I'll be leaving now."

Hearing this, Simora nodded, then waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Sensing the other party's meaning, Adir breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and walked towards the door.

As he reached the gate, Simora's hoarse voice rang out behind him again.

"From now on, just call me teacher."

Standing in front of the gate, Adir was stunned, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"Yes, Teacher Simora."

He quickly realized what was happening and turned to face Simora behind him, performing a very ancient-looking greeting.

This is a customary practice among the ancient Sith nobility to show respect to those they hold dear. While it may not be entirely accurate to use it here, it at least conveys one's sentiments.

After performing the formalities and nodding to Simora in the distance, Adir felt relieved and left with a respectful expression.

Standing on the podium, silently watching Adir leave, a hint of relief flashed in Simora's eyes as she thought about Adir's performance over the past few months.

"How many years has it been..."

Standing there, he turned around and looked at the darkening sky outside, and couldn't help but sigh.

In all the years since he became a full-fledged wizard, he had lost count of how many years it had been since he had seen an apprentice as outstanding as Adir.

The transmission of pharmaceutics is actually very difficult.

Many apprentices aspire to the art of potion-making, but not everyone possesses the talent for it.

The lineage of wizards often diverges significantly. Even when it comes to brewing potions, different wizards will have different methods and areas of expertise due to different schools of thought.

Because of the difficulty of learning pharmacy, the transmission of many pharmacy skills is often very difficult, and it is hard to find suitable people to inherit and learn from them.

Even Seymora, a formal wizard, couldn't help but consider taking Adir as a student after seeing his outstanding talent.

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"Teacher... this title seems somewhat similar to those wizarding schools. Could it be that Master Simora is a wizard of a particular school?"

Walking on the wide avenue, thinking about the scene just now, this thought flashed through Adir's mind.

On this continent, in addition to organizations like academies, there are also numerous schools of thought, large and small, of wizarding.

These schools of thought often inherit certain unique knowledge and spells, which are generally passed down in the form of master-disciple transmission. Although there are fewer of them compared to the wizards in the academy, the relationships are closer.

However, due to their lack of communication with outsiders and the loss of their lineage, many schools of wizards are not very powerful, and very few formal wizards appear.

"Thinking about it, it seems quite normal."

Walking down the street, Adir thought to himself, "Compared to large organizations like academies with abundant resources and well-established systems, independent schools of wizards, while possessing unique traditions, are far inferior in other aspects. It's quite normal for them to join an academy."

"Given Master Simona's status as a formal wizard and his expertise in potion-making, no academy would refuse to let him join, and would invite him to join with the most generous terms."

Thinking about this, Adir had a vague realization: "Uraldor Academy is most skilled and famous for its shadow magic and magical artifact crafting, but its potion-making tradition is actually lacking. That's why, after Instructor Simora joined the academy, the higher-ups promoted potion-making courses extensively, probably to cultivate the academy's own potion-making wizards and fill this gap."

"I have already demonstrated excellent talent in pharmacology. If I continue like this, I might be able to catch the eye of the academy's higher-ups and gain some support."

At this thought, Adir's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)