I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Brewster was also wearing his professor's robes today, and his face looked more serious than usual, with some bluish tinges under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well last night.

This made Joseph feel a little better, at least proving that he wasn't the only one tormented by this lousy meeting.

"Professor Brewster."

Joseph nodded in response. Although he really didn't want to meet this weasel on such a beautiful morning, adult politeness meant that even if you mentally stuff the other person into a sack, tie them with stones, and throw them into the stinkiest river in Grey Pigeon Town, you should still put on a gentle expression and say good morning.

Brewster looked at him, his gaze lingering on his face, and said:

"Professor Grantham seems to have had a good rest."

Which eye saw that? In his current state, the best you can say is that he's still alive.

"On days off, people should rest properly," Joseph said with a gentle smile.

"But I heard that Professor Grantham went to Grey Pigeon Town the day before yesterday."

Joseph: "..."

Do those people in Grey Pigeon Town have teleportation arrays in their mouths?

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Grey Pigeon Town is too close to the academy. There are a lot of students in the academy, if not a lot. Yesterday, the Dwarf Merchant Guild made quite a commotion, and a group of people were dug out from under the abandoned teleportation portal. I guess everyone can hear a few words about the resurrection of the gods right now.

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"Off-campus training," Joseph said.

After all, that's exactly what he reported. Although there were some slight deviations along the way, the direction was still one of research.

Brewster looked at him, as if he wanted to say something more, but the bells of the council tower rang softly in the distance.

The two looked up at the same time.

It's almost 10 a.m.

Brewster looked away and said, "Let's go, they should be waiting in the rotunda."

Joseph nodded and followed him toward the council tower.

The Council Tower is one of the few buildings in the Royal Academy that seems designed specifically to waste people's time.

The entire tower is engraved with a ring of reliefs left over from the old era, depicting several great magicians standing on a high platform raising their hands towards the starry sky, surrounded by scrolls, quills, staffs, and various symbols that look very academic.

Every time Joseph passed by, he felt that these reliefs were somewhat misleading to young students, because in real meetings, few people would contemplate the truth by staring at the stars as depicted in the reliefs.

When Joseph and Brewster went in, there were already quite a few professors sitting inside. Based on his simple life experience that as long as he kept a low profile, things wouldn't come knocking on his door, Joseph found a seat on the side and sat down.

Unfortunately, just as he sat down, Brewster sat down next to him.

Joseph: "..."

It feels like you wanted to find a quiet corner to enjoy some melon seeds, only to find a cat lying in the melon patch staring at you.

very annoying.

Just as Joseph was about to change seats, the vice president who was chairing the meeting cleared his throat.

The round hall gradually quieted down.

Vice Dean Roman was an old man whose face never showed much of a smile. He was usually responsible for talking nonsense, handling some external affairs of the college, and various administrative coordination tasks that professors would want to avoid.

"The reason I've invited you all here today is because the abandoned portal in Grey Pigeon Town is malfunctioning."

The church knights discovered several missing persons beneath the abandoned portal's old conduit well, including dwarf guild artisans, several dockworkers, and local apprentices.

A few low murmurs rose in the round hall.

Although everyone had heard the rumors to some extent, it was one thing to hear them, but it was quite another for the college's vice dean to officially read them out in the round hall.

Vice Dean Roman continued:

"According to the church's initial report, remnants of what appear to be blasphemous spells were found in the old underground passage. There were also unidentified black lines, signs of damage to the black wax sealing layer, and burn marks from red and gold flames at the scene."

"The Association hopes that the Academy will send personnel to work with the Church, the Grey Pigeon Town patrol, and the Association's investigators who will arrive later to confirm the status of the abandoned portal's old node."

An elderly professor, a proponent of theoretical thought, asked curiously, "Who's in charge of things at the church?"

Vice Dean Roman flipped through the documents on the table.

"Sister Evelyn of the White Dove Church will assist. She is one of the candidates for the next sainthood and is currently gaining experience in church affairs around the capital."

"Evelyn?"

"Is that the candidate who's supposedly the most likely to be selected?"

"The one at the White Dove Church? I heard she handled the epidemic prayers at the docks not long ago."

"It seems the church values ​​her highly by sending her here this time."

A murmur quickly rose in the rotunda. Joseph sat in his seat listening to these voices, with only one thought in his mind.

What's the point of bringing a candidate for sainthood to investigate an abandoned portal? Is it just for checking off a resume?

Other candidates deliver bread to orphanages, lead prayers at churches, or at the very least distribute holy water to believers.

This guy, on the other hand, came straight to the abandoned portal to look at the blasphemous incantation.

But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem so hard to understand.

After all, for a position like a saintess, it's normal to gain some exposure to the world beforehand if she's going to have to deal with miracles or heresies in the future.

Vice Dean Roman continued, "Therefore, we should also decide which professor will participate."

As he said this, the atmosphere in the rotunda suddenly changed.

Sure enough, an elderly professor, a theorist, stroked his beard and spoke first:

"The abandoned portal involves the spatial structure of the old era, and theoretically it does require the Academy's assistance. However, I'm currently working on an old node decay model, and it's not appropriate to interrupt the work at hand."

Another professor quickly chimed in:

"I'm in a similar situation. The association just urged us to submit a report on the remnants of the old spells last month. If we leave the academy rashly, it might affect the progress of existing projects."

The practical side wasn't to be outdone; one of the professors in charge of training frowned and said:

"We don't know what's going on in the space beneath the abandoned portal. If it involves blasphemous spells, it's best if the church takes the lead."

The college can send personnel to assist, but this cannot disrupt the daily operation of the training tower; otherwise, teaching accidents are too likely to occur.

Another professor sighed.

"Sigh, there are many rumors circulating in Grey Pigeon Town these days. People are talking about miracles, heresies, the revival of abandoned sects, and all sorts of things."

At this time, the academy must be careful about the identity of those sent; they cannot allow outsiders to mistakenly believe that the academy endorses some of the rumors.

"yes."

"really."

"We need to be cautious."

A solemn atmosphere filled the round hall for a moment.

Vice Dean Roman had clearly anticipated this scene, and he looked at everyone expressionlessly.

"The Church has already sent a formal letter, and the Magic Association will also send observers. As the actual research institution located near the old node of the abandoned portal, the Royal Academy cannot remain completely uninvolved."

After those words were spoken, the round hall fell silent for a moment.

It's impossible to stay out of it; someone has to go out today.

Joseph casually glanced down at the table.

Very good, the texture on the desktop is very deep, worth studying.

A theoretical professor spoke up:

"In that case, the academy should indeed send someone. However, this matter involves the relics of old magic and potential real dangers, so sending only a professor of theory or a professor of practice would not be appropriate."

"I suggest that one person from theory and one person from practice form a temporary assistance team from the academy. This will allow us to confirm the old node structure and remaining techniques, and also to deal with any potential dangers that may arise on-site."

Many people in the round hall nodded in agreement; everyone thought it was a great suggestion.

As long as you're not going yourself, any advice is fine.

Someone from the pragmatist side said:

"Theoretically speaking, the party should consist of people who understand both the old structure and the new magic."

On the other side, the theorists immediately said:

"For practical matters, we should also send experienced people with strong on-the-spot abilities. After all, the situation on-site is complex, and we can't just send theoretical personnel to handle it."

At this moment, Academician Wade spoke up:

"Since this involves anomalies in abandoned portal nodes, I think Professor Grantham is a suitable candidate."

Joseph: "..."

It's inappropriate, very inappropriate, not at all appropriate.

This guy can't just throw himself into the old portal pit like a universal bargaining chip just because he's going all in on his new magic project!