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

"The one coughing the most was a dockworker, while the others were slightly better."

Along the way, Allen continued to tell Joseph about the townspeople.

"There are several rest rooms behind the White Dove Church, and everyone is temporarily staying there now."

To be honest, based on Joseph's personal knowledge, it's not hard to understand why someone trapped in a closed underground space inhaled a lot of air filled with who-knows-how-much mold would cough after coming out.

Of course, in this world, even the black lines stuck to the wall can suddenly come to life and absorb magic, so we can't judge it entirely as a normal respiratory problem. Let's go see him first. He's not a doctor; at most, he'll just go for a walk, eat some cake, and go back.

As Joseph was thinking, Allen, who was walking beside him, suddenly fell silent, and Joseph couldn't help but turn his head to glance at him.

Allen looked at him hesitantly, as if he had something to say but was finding it difficult to speak.

"Sir Allen, is there anything else?"

"Haha, it's not a big deal."

Allen scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said:

"Um...Professor, may I ask you a question?"

Joseph: "..." I should have known better than to ask.

But since he had already asked, not replying seemed like it would damage his image as a great magician.

"What do you want to ask?" Joseph asked.

Allen immediately straightened his expression and said:

"It's about the blessing of protection. My blessing can only be attached to the shield and the vicinity of my body, at a very short distance, but it has never affected my combat."

During training, I thought that was enough; as long as I stood at the front and blocked the attacks, the people behind me would be safe.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the small round shield on his left arm.

"But those black lines are emerging from all directions beneath the old diversion well; my shield can only block the front." Allen's smile vanished completely.

Sister Evelyn was right behind me, but I didn't notice the black line on my side immediately. If the professor hadn't pulled her away...

After I got back, I kept thinking, "Am I not suitable enough to be a guardian knight?"

I never expected that this hot-blooded knight who's always laughing and joking would actually be seriously thinking about this kind of question.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems normal. The more someone makes protecting others their goal, the more likely they are to get stuck on a rut after failing to protect someone once.

The only problem now is that it's one thing for students to ask him questions, but why are even church knights starting to ask him for career advice?

Has his new magic project already begun offering free consultations to people from different colleges, professions, and faiths without his knowledge? And Allen is clearly not his student.

Joseph suddenly thought of a question.

If someone isn't his student, and after he guides them and they actually grasp something, will he still be able to obtain a spell slot?

It seems like I've never actually tried this before.

Mia and Grace were his official students; he only gained the corresponding abilities after they mastered magic.

  Remember us, 101kanshu.com

Does this feedback mechanism recognize the teaching relationship? Or does anyone who has heard his nonsense qualify as a student?

If the latter is true, then he could easily open a career counseling stall at the entrance of the academy, charging fifty gold coins per person. Those who successfully master a skill would receive a skill bonus, while those who failed would receive psychological counseling.

It doesn't seem like it's impossible...

But how do we solve this problem? Joseph pondered, gathering his thoughts.

Expand the shield's blessing range or grant a damage reduction aura to teammates behind you?

Joseph's mind raced through his memories and knowledge. Traditional knights and paladins were essentially limited to a few patterns: one was to be tough enough to stand at the front and take the hits, and the other was to jump in and block the attack when someone else was being attacked.

Another way is to make the enemy only want to attack you, isn't that just drawing hatred? Joseph thinks the third way is very suitable for Eren.

After all, this guy has a very strong presence, especially with that string of "hahahaha". If he really started laughing at the top of his lungs on the battlefield, even if the other side didn't want to fight him, they would probably be unable to resist slashing him a couple of times to make him quiet down.

This is entirely due to innate professional advantages.

"Knight Allen, why do you think that protecting someone always means standing in front of others and taking hits?"

"Because if you don't stand in front, won't the attack fall on the people behind you?" Allen asked, somewhat confused.

"What if the attack wasn't even directed at them in the first place?"

Joseph continued:

"A shield can only block one direction, and you can't stand in front of all your companions at the same time. Your shield can't be expanded to further hinder your movement. Think about it another way: why not let the danger face you first?"

"Let the danger...look at me?" Allen asked, puzzled.

"Yes." Joseph nodded and continued:

"When an enemy is preparing to attack someone behind you, you can use your voice, actions, or blessings to draw their attention to you, making them feel that you are the biggest threat, and even making them have to get past you before attacking others."

This is basically an alternate world version of provocation attacks, duel marks, and forced lock-on. As for how to implement it in detail, that's not Joseph's responsibility; he's only responsible for providing the ideas.

Turning fabricated ideas into skills has always been the job of the world's geniuses.

"But can blessings really do such a thing?" Allen asked instinctively.

"Your blessing is for you to use, why can't you use it?"

Joseph countered:

"You've always thought of protection as a wall, which is why blessings are only attached to the shield. What if protection is more than just a wall?"

Allen listened and fell into deep thought. Joseph, seeing that it was having an effect, immediately continued to fabricate while the iron was hot:

"It can also alert the enemy to your presence, allowing you to intercept them proactively."

"Intercept it proactively..."

"That's right," Joseph said.

"Don't try to protect everyone at once; that's unrealistic."

Why not draw the enemy's attention entirely to you? That way, the people you want to protect will be safe.

I just don't know if the other person can understand me.

Allen thought for a long time, then murmured:

"So the problem is that I'm always waiting for danger to hit my shield, which is why I can't protect anyone..."

Professor, I think I understand!

Joseph: "..."

Every time someone said they understood this familiar phrase, Joseph would instinctively feel that another thing in the world that he couldn't explain was about to be added to the list.

"Don't rush..."

"Protecting isn't just about taking hits!" Allen said, becoming increasingly agitated, giving Joseph no chance to interrupt.

"I should let the blessing choose who to protect, and then bring the danger to myself!"

If I can hinder the enemy's attack, or draw their attention to me...

Allen clenched his fist, and a faint white light appeared on his body, but it disappeared in a flash.

No, you really do understand?

However, he didn't immediately have any new spell slots appear in his mind, which suggests that not everyone who has received guidance will give him direct feedback on skills.

Or perhaps Allen hasn't truly grasped the concept yet, but only has the idea.

Joseph was unsure whether he should be disappointed or relieved.

It's a bit of a shame to have one less skill, but if everyone in the world who has ever heard him speak were to learn the skill, his mind would eventually be like the Royal Academy's warehouse, crammed with a bunch of random spell slots whose names he doesn't even know.

It's quite dangerous to think about...

"Don't try it on the road yet," Joseph warned, looking at the eager Allen. "At least find a suitable training ground."

"Understood!" Allen nodded, his smile brightening once more. "Hahaha! Professor, you were just as Sister Evelyn said!"