What is it like to be a teacher as a magister?

Chapter 7 Princes
For Donald, a student from the Hall School of Magic was chosen by the magister as a disciple. This kind of thing is much more festive than his old age.

Ever since Prince appeared after the middle-aged man got out of the car, Donald had never taken his eyes off this young man. In fact, whenever he had time these days, he would pull Prince Being around, on the one hand, enhances feelings, and on the other hand, prevents accidents from happening.

At a time like this, he would rather have an accident with his own son than let Princeth have any mistakes.

"My lord, can we begin?"

Prince is thin, with protruding cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and a morbidly pale face, but this is what he looks like, which can meet the aesthetics of both magicians and nobles.

"Of course."

Donald, a senior magician, was not dissatisfied after being urged, and walked towards the magic windmill alone.

Colin and other magic apprentices gathered not far away at this time, all stretching their necks to watch the excitement.

Prince didn't follow Donald, but turned and walked towards the crowd.

"Jennifer, please sort out all the design manuscripts in order to prepare for the reference of Your Excellency 'Storm Guide'."

"Okay, Mr. Prince." Jennifer responded quickly.

Princes glanced at the crowd of magic apprentices, smiled and said:
"Thank you for your help. The reward you will get is 5 gold lang, and the list of designers permanently engraved on this magic windmill. Of course, if you care, there is also my friendship. If you need it in the future, you can Come find me anytime."

Colin was one grade lower than Princesi, and he had never met him before, but he couldn't say he was unfamiliar. After he awakened his spiritual power, he was regarded as a positive model by the college and gave several speeches in the school.

But compared to the obvious excitement and joy at that time, Princes at this time is more calm and elegant, with a calmness on his face that is neither proud nor polite. It seems that status can really change a person's temperament.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Prince left satisfied, but when he passed Colin, he stopped suddenly and asked in a low voice with a smile on his face, "You are Colin Wayne?"

Colin was taken aback. He didn't know how he knew himself, but he still kept calm and said, "Hello, Mr. Princes."

"Jennifer told me about you." Prince's smile remained unchanged: "I appreciate your efficient calculation work, which saved me a day."

"This is what I should do." Colin repeated what he had said to Jennifer before.

"So in addition to the agreed reward, I will give you another [-] gray bird papers."

At this point, Prince said in a low voice: "In addition, I would like to give an additional reminder: It is not a good habit to be greedy for petty gains. I can be generous, but I don't like being taken advantage of."

After speaking, he left directly.

Colin was stunned for a moment before he understood.

Apparently Prince believed that he was greedy for the previous 20 or so gray bird papers.He was a little dumbfounded, whether this matter was big or small, although he didn't intend to take advantage of it, he was not wronged, and there was nothing wrong with being ridiculed.

What's more, Prince's voice was not loud, except for Colin himself, only Roy and Jennifer who were beside him heard it.

Although Roy was not angry, he thought that the identities of the two parties were too different, and forcing them out would only end up with everyone, so he could only sneak a glance at Prince's back, and patted Colin on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

On the contrary, Jennifer was a little unnatural. After all, she had promised Colin that Prince would not care about such a trivial matter, but now she has turned over the old account.

She said with a little guilt: "Colin, don't worry, I will explain to Mr. Princes again..."

Colin waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Jennifer, you've helped me a lot, besides, it's not a big deal, I believe Mr. Prince didn't really care about it, otherwise he wouldn't have given me an extra hundred graybird papers, would he? ?”

This matter has come to an end, Prince has gone to be his magister disciple, while he continues to study hard in the academy, and the two will never meet again.

If Jennifer is allowed to mess up again, maybe something will really happen.

"Okay." Jennifer sighed helplessly.

……

"Is there any problem with those students?" Old Qiao asked in a deep voice as he saw his son walking towards him.

"It's nothing, just a guy who thinks he's smart." Prince said nonchalantly.

"At this time, don't make troubles. If you don't restrain your impetuous personality, you will suffer a lot when you come to Master Roman."

Prince was worried, and said a little impatiently: "Understood, father."

What else would Old Joe say.

I saw Donald walking back with a big belly.

"Master Dean, is there anything that needs to be improved?" Princes took the opportunity to interrupt his father's lecture.

"It's much better than I imagined, especially the magic circle that guides the wind direction, which is simply amazing." Donald laughed exaggeratedly.

Prince said reservedly: "This design is thanks to the help of many students in the academy, but I alone completed the wind direction guiding magic circle."

"Good good."

Donald patted his stomach and said, "Master Roman is known as 'Storm Guidance' precisely because he has reached the pinnacle of wind magic. I believe he will be more determined in his choice when he sees this magic circle."

Old Qiao interjected at this time: "However, Lord Gal, we ask you to help guide us here in advance, will it dissatisfy His Excellency 'Storm Guidance'?"

"rest assured."

Donald said confidently: "If I'm not absolutely sure, I wouldn't dare to offend Lord Magister. In fact, I've been to Master Roman's mage tower before and got his permission."

"That's good." Old Joe breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course Donald would not say that he went to the Mage Tower, but he didn't even meet Roman Sagan himself, only his disciple Tessa received him.

Of course, he knew very well that in his own capacity, being able to meet Miss Tessa was already in the honor of Prince.

"In addition, there are additional gains in going to Master Roman's mage tower this time." Donald narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Oh?" Princes and his son came to their senses at the same time.

"Although it is not prudent to say so in advance, I think there should be no change in the matter of Prince this time." Donald stroked his short beard with an inscrutable smile on his face.

"Why do you say that?" The father and son asked happily and eagerly.

"You know that Your Excellency 'Storm Guidance' has a female disciple, right?"

"Is it Miss Tessa?" Princes blurted out.

Donald nodded and said, "That's right, I remember the first time I saw Miss Tessa because of Prince's matter, she was very indifferent and left without saying a few words."

"Then what about this time?" Prince asked, holding back his excitement.

"This time, Ms. Tessa's attitude became much gentler. Well... when she sent me out of the Mage Tower, she asked me a lot about Prince, including personal preferences and living habits..."

Prince seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Just listen to Donald continue: "Obviously, Miss Tessa's change of attitude should be because Her Excellency 'Storm Guidance' has already made the final decision. Even this windmill assessment may be just a formality."

Prince suppressed his joy, and sincerely bowed down in student etiquette: "Thank you, Dean, for your concern."

"It should, haha, but we can't be rash, we still have to make the most comprehensive preparations."

"Of course." Old Joe said hastily.

(End of this chapter)