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drop!
Another quill broke. Lee Han raised his head and paused.
‘There are many subjects to study.’
In fact, as other friends are concerned, Lee Han did not suffer from despair and frustration.
Lee Han’s mind was too hard and firm to be shaken by such a thing.
A character who reads even one more letter when he has time to regret.
…but even considering that, it was a lot.
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“?”
Ihan shook his head.
All of my friends were busy doing their own studies in the break room. Guy Nando was also reading a book while eating a custard pie.
Who was talking?
It’s me. boy…
It was surprisingly a helmet that spoke.
Helmet picked up from the underground dungeon!
‘Was it an ego artifact?’
Items made by excellent wizards also had consciousness and intelligence on their own.
If the wizard’s level was really good, an artifact wiser than a human was possible.
“I didn’t know it was an ego artifact.”
Lee Han put down the quill.
Originally, I was going to read it carefully after the test was over, but I couldn’t ignore it when he spoke like that.
“What is your name?”
I am the helmet of wisdom.
“Right. Helm of Wisdom…”
Lee Han grabbed his wand under his table.
He never intended to be vigilant because his opponent was an Artifact.
Wasn’t he the one in the underground dungeon?
Besides, the dungeon was managed by Professor Voladi, and the magic school where the dungeon was located was managed by the Skeleton Principal…
He had to be skeptical.
“Does it have anything to do with Osu Gonadaltes or Voladi Bagreg?”
no. I’m not the headmaster’s helmet. A helmet made from outside. Decades ago, a student secretly brought me in for an exam.
“Right. Of course, I’m not saying I completely believe what you’re saying.”
……
The helmet of wisdom was absurd.
It’s not just that he’s been deceived all his life, what’s the point of being so suspicious of a young guy?
“So what are your abilities?”
As the name suggests, I am the helmet of wisdom. I have the knowledge left behind by the first masters.
“…!”
Lee Han’s eyes widened.
The knowledge left behind by the first masters remains.
As a student at the Magic School, it was information of immense value.
How hard was it to get this information, such as how to get out and a hidden space in the school?
Even if you only get a few of those things…
“ruler. Ready. Tell me everything!”
Lee Han quickly took out a new piece of paper and shouted. He was planning to write as soon as he could.
Calm down. Boy… I’m not a helmet that works that way.
“then?”
I can answer questions once a month. I can answer anything by using the knowledge I have accumulated within me.
“Is it possible to predict midterm exam questions?”
That’s impossible.
“Then it’s nothing, is it?”
…You seem to be the most picky boy among the owners I’ve ever met. I am not an all-rounder.
Heugu replied with embarrassment.
“Right…”
Lee Han had a rough idea of what kind of helmet this wisdom was.
This was a bit of an artifact like the spirit Perkuntra.
Oh, if I expected too muchAn existence that can be disappointing.
‘I’ll have to choose a good question.’
If I had asked the wrong question, I could have thrown away possible questions once a month in vain.
“Is there any way to intimidate Osu Gonadaltes?”
I’m just trying to predict the midterm exam questions. I could be quite wrong, but…
“not. I was just asking.”
Lee Han wiped the helmet well with a cloth and set it aside.
It wasn’t useless, but it was an inconsistent item.
‘If it’s an ego artifact, it’s going to be quite expensive, so should I take it outside and sell it?’
Wait, is this the end? Why ask…
“Don’t ask me if you remember later.”
Helm of Wisdom was bewildered.
There was no such student among the students of the magic school who had ever held a helmet.
The wizard who made the helmet of wisdom cast two spells on the helmet.
One is to periodically answer the owner’s questions.
The other is to keep trying to be wise.
If knowledge is accumulated while moving around the world and changing owners, wouldn’t it be possible to create a helmet that is smarter than the wizard himself?
It was an artifact created for that very purpose.
The nameless wizard had died of old age, but the Helm of Wisdom was still roaming and working.
‘I can’t do this.’
Helm of Wisdom grew nervous.
There was also a phenomenon that the wizard who made it did not expect, it was that the helmet of wisdom was trying to control its master.
How can a helmet continue to be wise?
He had to keep looking for new things that Helm didn’t know.
For that, the more the owner depended on the helmet, the better. I’ll go find new things to move and experience as Helm tells me to.
And until now, all owners have depended on helmets.
The students had admired and worshiped Helm whenever he answered a question.
-Indeed… In this ＜Introduction to Wide Area Flame Magic>, the things I wanted were written! Helm of wisdom, thank you!
-It wasn’t too difficult… I think you’d better study fire magic a little more.
– You think so?
-then! Now, why not explore the underground lava fields of the mountain range?
– It looks a bit dangerous there.
– You’ll be fine!
Of course, this dependent relationship did not end well.
The students would only realize that the Helm of Wisdom had been controlling them only after being severely slapped in the head.
Of course, around that time, the helmet also abandoned its old owner and left. I need to find a new owner.
However, the new owner who picked up the helmet this time was strange.
As if not interested…
‘It must be an illusion. He’ll be talking to me soon to get anything out of me!’
However, Lee Han threw the helmet in the corner of his private room and soon forgot about it as he concentrated on his studies.
* * * *
Dirette, a fourth-year student at the Magic School, endured the yawning and pulled out a potion from the inside of her coat.
‘It’s not good to hold on to sleep-preventing potions… it’s not good…’
But what to do?
The drowsiness in front of his eyes must be driven away.
“Collock. Cologne. did you come?”
“Are you here, Professor?”
Di Lett politely bowed his head.
The two did not have an ordinary professor-student relationship.
Dirett, who majored in black magic under Professor Mortum, is a kind of teacher-disciple relationship.
“But can I really help, right? Aren’t you going to the punishment room?”
“Collock. permission has been granted.”
There is only one reason why a 4th grader, who normally has nothing to do where the first grader is, is doing this here.there was no
It was to help Professor Mortum’s black magic midterm exam.
Professors who are good at teaching make their own exams and grade them on their own, but not all professors are excellent.
Then, the outstanding disciples had to step in instead.
Disciples like Dirett.
“Collock. Let me take this.”
Professor Mortum held out a heavy bag of silver coins and a reagent box.
It was the compensation that Dirett received in return for participating in this midterm exam.
By the time I was in 4th grade, the amount of money spent researching my own magic was beyond my imagination.
Helping with the professor’s work was a daunting task for a senior like Dirett.
“thank you.”
Dirett grabbed a bag of silver coins.
“Collock. You can’t open your mouth in front of first-year students.”
“yes.”
“You can’t even look away. A signal or a magic transfer that could be any glance, a hand gesture, a code… Kollock. Anyway, everything else doesn’t work. Be still like a stone statue.”
“…it might have been better for the professor to just do it…”
Dirett already regretted it.
Did you go out of your way to help?
“Is the poison ready?”
“Yes. But, professor. Do you remember that first graders haven’t learned poison yet?”
“Collock. Of course. Why are you asking?”
“it’s nothing.”
Dirette smiled kindly.
As was the case in his own freshman year, Professor Mortum was a creative sorcerer who liked to outwit ideas.
He was so creative that he would bring tests the students had not learned.
-professor. I’ve been curious since my freshman year, but… I obviously don’t remember what I learned, so can I ask why you keep appearing on the exam?
-Collock, you should know what you’ve learned, right? A student’s true ability comes out when he solves what he doesn’t know.
-…Aha!
Had he known this ahead of time in freshman year, he might have changed his black magic major, but…
It was already late.
‘The juniors. Forgive me.’
Dirett prepared poison.
First-year students who are interested in black magic will now have the experience of being tested in a field of black magic that they have not studied.
🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
Professor Garcia approached from afar. As she swung her wand, the classrooms in the hallway changed their appearance.
Dirett politely greeted him with a respectful expression.
“hello. professor.”
“Good morning. Miss Dirett. It’s a lot of trouble.”
“no.”
Dirett turned and looked at the classrooms.
He listened to the various magics of the Empire and was interested in the lecture, so the spaces for testing were also divided.
The classroom where you take the black magic test, the classroom where you take the summoning magic test, and so on.
Professor Garcia said after greeting the other professors.
“When the students arrive, I will tell them to take the exams in any order they want.”
“Collock. Do that. Professor Garcia.”
“Please be aware that some students may arrive late because they are taking other exams.”
“All right.”
Dirette said so and got up from her seat.
‘Is there such a student?’
One was average and two were the highest honors in his grade.
If three…
he was crazy
* * * *
“!” Lee Han, who entered the black magic classroom together with Guy Nando, was surprised at the first person he saw.
“Collock. This is my disciple Dirett.”
“No, hello, senior!”
Gainando greeted him carefully. Dirett didn’t even look into her eyes.
Gainando said to Lee Han with a wounded expression.
“My… are you saying that I can’t do black magic?”
“Rather than that, the principal’sI think it’s because of Chic.”
“!”
Dirette was a little surprised.
A freshman in the first year would have guessed it before they even heard it.
“Collock. right. Normally, I shouldn’t have met you face-to-face, but I’ve come here specially to help with this test.”
‘That.’
Lee Han looked at Dirette as if it were a pity.
If this is enough, the professor can do it alone.
‘I think you look at me sadly, maybe I’m mistaken?’
Dirett wanted to.
It was Delete who had to put on a sad expression now, not a freshman.
and…
‘It’s a strange voice I’ve heard somewhere.’
The voice was quite familiar from where I had heard it.
Professor Mortum opened his mouth with a cough before the troubles continued.
“Collock. Then it would be better to start slowly.”
“Yes! professor. Ready!”
Gainando grabbed the staff.
Whether it was a curse or summoning an undead, they practiced hard yesterday.
Gainando’s expression overflowed with confidence, as much as he had abandoned other lectures and sold black magic.
“What can I do?”
“poison.”
“…yes?”
“Collock. This exam is German tax.”
“……”
Gainando looked at the professor with an expression mixed with various emotions such as resentment, betrayal, and hurt.
However, Lee Han nodded his head without blinking an eye.
“All right.”
‘Are you a freshman?’