Hunting College

It is ten o'clock on Tuesday morning.

The classroom at 1001 East of the Bishop's Building was quiet.

All the students were sitting quietly in their seats, looking carefully at the thin professor of divination on the podium.

Although this is not the first time that students in the Astronomy 08-1 class have been deducted credits from the teacher in class.

But this is the public expense student of astronomy 08-1 class, the first time the professor has deducted points in class.

Professor Yi's simple sentence broke a certain layer of mystery halo shrouded in public-sponsored students.

This makes many people feel novel.

You know, in Jiuyou College, which pays attention to test scores, professors always treat outstanding students in one way or another—everyone thinks it should be, and almost no one thinks this is discrimination.

And now, the professor uses his power to make a powerful comment on his authority in the classroom.

Zheng Qing buried his head in the textbook and tried to reduce his sense of existence.

If it weren't for banning students from wearing hoods in the classroom, he even wanted to keep his entire head covered.

He bet that his ears are red and smoke.

Professor Yi seems very satisfied with his level of control over classroom discipline.

He cleared his throat, drank a sip of tea, and gave the elf schoolman a thumbs up satisfied.

"Before you continue to learn more about the divination system, you still have a little preparation to do."

Professor Yi flipped through the lecture notes, his fingers snapped on the desk, attracting everyone's attention.

Zheng Qing lowered his head without looking up.

He made up his mind. From now on, he will never speak again in Professor Yi Jiazi's class.

Does not answer the question.

No more doubts.

He gripped the pen viciously and gritted his teeth while taking notes. Every word under his hand was soaked in his anger, and the force of one stroke was able to poke seven or eight holes in the podium.

"When you try to use magic to grab other people's information, you need to consider the backlash of the river of destiny in advance. After all, every wave in that river represents the most brilliant brilliance of a life."

"No one can blaspheme this brilliance casually."

"If it is said that before the formal establishment of the First University, the disciplines accumulated through experience such as potions, magic inscriptions, runes, alchemy, etc., have already developed to a certain extent, then the prophetic magic in stark contrast still remains in the ancient In the age of chaos, wizards can only use their talent and intuition to spy on fate."

"The only obstacle preventing the development of this subject is the Scourge."

"...I saw the earth tremble again. The sun turned black like woolen cloth, and the full moon turned red like blood. The stars in the sky fell to the ground, like a fig tree shaken by a strong wind, dropping unripe fruit. The sky moved like a scroll. Roll up. The mountains and islands have been moved away from their positions..."

This terrifying description made everyone uneasy. Although the power of divination was objective, it didn't make sense to anger the omnipresent Gaia for those invisible and intangible things.

As soon as Professor Yi's conversation turned, his tone became much lighter:

"Fortunately, you are living in the new century."

"After the establishment of the First University, countless great wizards abandon their previous suspicions, exchange their experiences, and successfully obtained the'Key of David', opened the shackles of fate on the wizard's neck, and broke through the ancient fog."

"It's holy and true. With David's key, no one can close it when it is opened, and no one can open it when it is closed."

In the last sentence, he said so cheerfully that Zheng Qing couldn't help but raise his head and glance at this ‘little old man’.

More people craned their necks, trying to see exactly what the'Key of David' held by Professor Yi was.

"This is the'key'."

Professor Yi raised his hand high, holding a polished wooden bead between his fingers.

"This key is mine."

"Everyone should look for a key that really suits their own hearts...Everyone is bound by the chains of fate. The chain around your neck cannot be opened with just a key."

"Someone may ask, how should this key be used?"

Professor Yi opened his eyes wide, his inquiring gaze swept across everyone's face, and finally he touched the classmate Liu Feifei sitting in the middle of the first row of the classroom.

"Medium, professor." The chief of Jiuyou Academy explained in a low voice: "When using magic to extract information from others, certain mediums of the fortuneteller are needed. For example, hair, clothes and other items that contain the atmosphere of the host. , Of course, the most medium is blood. And these'keys' are tools used to carry the medium."

"Very perfect." The professor nodded in satisfaction, swiping the withered bamboo whip in his hand, and squeaking the air: "Student Liu Feifei gets one point... you deserve it."

The female chief sat down shyly.

Zheng Qing's mood became increasingly depressed.

"As Liu Feifei just mentioned, only by finding your own'key', can you avoid the scourge and use magic to correctly depict the information contained in those media."

"So, where is the key?"

"Keys are everywhere."

"The'key' you use in divination can be anything in this world."

"Such as a roasted black bone, a dead leaf, a flower, even a piece of cotton thread, a piece of broken porcelain, anything. I remember a great fortune-teller, whose key was a ball of cow dung rolled out of a dung beetle. "

There was a few chuckles in the classroom, and then disappeared quickly under the gaze of the professor's inspection.

Even Fatty Xin, who has always liked to vomit, puffed up his mouth and looked at the professor seriously, without the urge to speak.

Professor Yi nodded in satisfaction.

"Looking for your key...This is the first and most difficult step to get involved in divination."

"Because this world is so vast, who can find the bearable thing that suits one's own heart from the vastness of all things? Some apprentices of divination have no way to find the key that suits their abilities throughout their lives."

Many people showed embarrassed expressions.

For these college students living in ivory towers, it is as impossible to find their own keys all over the world, like sifting a special sand in the desert or extracting a special drop of water from the sea.

Not only is there no time, but also no ability.

"But, this is your advantage too!" Professor Yi held his head high with his eyebrows raised, as if he wanted everyone to remember this moment.

"Where is this place?"

"The first university!"

"who am I?"

"Your divination professor!"

He asked and answered, the tail of the bamboo whip in his hand struck **** the desk, making a sound of ‘dong dong’, and the bamboo tips trembled with one of them, appearing very excited:

"As your professor!"

"As the professor of your divination class!"

"Knowing your names, I have given you three divination classes. If it is not enough to tell you something, it is simply a shame to the first university!"

Having said that, he put down the bamboo whip in his hand, picked up the water glass, and gobbled several mouthfuls.

When the professor spoke again, he was no longer so excited, and his tone was much calmer:

"Like my former fortune-telling teacher, he would always take a look at his students and do the calculations, not only to surprise you, but also to make us feel at ease."

"Now... each of you takes turns to the podium, and I tell everyone what your ‘key’ is."

Liu Feifei raised her hand high.

It almost hit Professor Yi in the face.

"Is there any problem?" The professor looked at her gently.

"I remember that you said ~www.ltnovel.com~ The female chief stood up and asked uneasily: "Divination has a backlash... The textbook also wrote, "There is a risk in divination, and you need to be cautious." Is it okay for so many people to calculate? "

The professor smiled moved and blew his nose vigorously.

"Oh, as I mentioned before, you must be careful when touching the line of fate." He shook his thin fingers, his eyes gleaming: "But you also need to look at the object."

"If you try to peek at the dim imprint of our great old principal hidden in the river of fate, you will most likely be killed by him unconsciously."

"However, if I as a professor, if I just simply look at what kind of bears you use for the next class, and give you a little hint by the way, I will sneeze at most."

A few understatements made everyone look at the harsh professor in awe.

Even Zheng Qing is no exception.

In the sun, his short and thin figure seemed to be much taller.