I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The professors' duty office was neither large nor small. It contained several desks, a few beds for resting, a simple alchemy table, and bookshelves filled with bottles, jars, and various reference books.

Besides Nading, there was another official wizard on duty today.

When Nading led Roland inside, the wizard was sitting at his desk, playing with a strange piece of bronze. It looked more like an antique than a magical item.

When the wizard saw Nading enter, he glanced at him with indifference, then continued to play with his antique with a smile.

"Hmph, shirking his duties," Nading snorted, ignoring the wizard.

Their relationship didn't seem to be good.

Roland noticed that the wizard's emblem was that of the Old Black Abyss.

Unlike Professor Nael, this wizard didn't deliberately restrain his magic. The magical radiation emanating from him was very strong. Roland felt dizzy just from looking at him.

'So, this is the difference between an official wizard and an apprentice?'

Seeming to sense Roland's gaze, the wizard coldly glanced at Roland, who quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

In the Old Black Abyss Academy, there was a strict hierarchy between wizards and apprentices, and the wizards here were not only sadists but also had a serious sense of dark humor. Therefore, apprentices who dared to look directly at official wizards usually didn't fare well.

'Professor Bernard' was a pure Old Black Abyss wizard. Although the academy had reformed, his views were still difficult to change.

White Chess wizards actually interacting with students on an equal footing? In the eyes of Black Abyss wizards, this was an outrageous and ridiculous thing.

What was even more outrageous was that the other day, when Bernard went to teach the freshmen, they not only made a lot of noise in the classroom but also played pranks on him. Those damned little insects!

At the time, Professor Bernard smiled and said nothing. That night, more than thirty apprentices in the entire class had a nightmare. From then on, whenever Bernard went to class, the entire classroom would be silent. He lectured above, and the students below would lose control of their bowels and bladder.

The White Chess wizards investigated the matter of the freshmen losing control for a long time, and all the suspicions pointed to Professor Bernard, but they lacked evidence.

That's right, because there was no evidence, Professor Bernard still smiled and clocked in and out of work every day, still happily playing with his antiques every day.

Seeming to have thought of something interesting, Professor Bernard chuckled—he thought the new academy was actually quite good.

In the former Old Black Abyss Academy, they didn't care about evidence when handling matters. Suspicion was enough.

When they thought a piece of glass was dirty, it would be shattered whether it was dirty or not.

Of course, the old academy would certainly not punish an official wizard for using a group of apprentices to test his new magic.

After all, wasn't the purpose of apprentices to be used for experiments by their mentors?

"We need to make a record and sign here," Professor Nading said, first arranging for Roland to fill out some forms.

Soon, Roland filled out the forms and handed them to Professor Nading.

He glanced at the documents and paused for a moment at Roland's name.

After a moment, Nading put away the documents.

He patted his space belt, stretched out his hand, and drew a circle in the air. Then, Helena and the other three appeared out of thin air.

"Well, let me take a look at these children."

After examining their condition, Professor Nading stroked the mustache under his nose and slowly nodded.

Roland asked nervously, "Professor, how many magic stones will it take to save them? I...I don't have much money."

Professor Nading coldly raised his head: "What did you just say?"

Roland quickly explained: "Sir, I don't have any money now, but we harvested some spoils this time, as well as the corpse of a mutated giant monster. They can all be exchanged for some magic stones—I can pawn my clothes."

"Shut up!" Professor Nading slammed the table angrily and stood up: "You are insulting the sacred profession of teacher!"

Roland was stunned in place.

Nading calmed his thoughts and said softly to Roland: "Child, we are your teachers. From the moment you become our students, we have an obligation to be responsible for everything! Don't mention money anymore, it's our duty. This is 'Alexandra Academy of Arcane Arts,' no longer 'Alexandra Black Abyss Academy.'"

As he said that, Nading hummed again, coldly glancing at Bernard.

Bernard chuckled humorlessly, playing with his antique without looking up, ignoring the White Chess wizard.

Just a few days ago, an apprentice came to the duty room with a puppet. After Bernard dispelled the curse, he asked the apprentice to pay magic stones.

After hearing about this, Nading personally found Bernard, but Bernard said to him: 'I don't care about these magic stones, but there is no free lunch in the world. He must pay the price.'

Professor Nading was very angry about this, so he immediately became angry when he heard Roland mention money today.

The words he just said were deliberately meant for Bernard to hear.

"You can go now, child," Nading said to Roland. "Although you deserted, I have decided not to pursue the matter in light of your making amends. Go to the laboratory in the corner of the second-floor corridor and find my subordinate counselor. He will arrange a temporary dormitory for you. These children will be fine. You will see them in the dormitory tonight."

Roland solemnly thanked Teacher Nading and turned to leave.

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Professor Bernard suddenly raised his head: "Wait. Which department are you a student of?"

Roland replied: "Sir, I just enrolled today. I haven't completed the procedures yet."

Bernard waved his hand to interrupt: "Enough, you are now a student of the Arcane Department."

Roland looked at Professor Nading in astonishment, and found that Nading's face was a little ugly.

Nading said to Roland: "Child, the other departments of the academy are already full. Newly enrolled freshmen will be transferred to the Arcane Department. Go."

"Go? I didn't let him go," Bernard looked at Nading and said, "Nading, have you forgotten something?"

Nading frowned: "Forgotten something?"

"The price," Bernard said with a fake smile. "Nading, you are the tutor on duty today, and you can do good deeds for free. This is your wish, and I have no right to interfere. But..."

Bernard pointed to Roland: "He is my student. If he ran away today, it was right! Because he has no obligation to die for a group of people he just met. But he risked his life to run back and save these people, then he should get the reward he deserves!"

Professor Bernard slammed the table. He had long been fed up with the disgusting rules of the White Chess wizards: "Don't tell me that students should help each other—the rescued must pay the price! There is no free lunch in this world!"

Roland was stunned in place.

Bernard was indeed deliberately making trouble, but what he said was the code of conduct of the Black Abyss wizards.

Today, Roland met two wizards.

One was a White Chess wizard, and the other was a Black Abyss wizard.

They represented two different philosophies of wizards entering the world. Now, these two completely different wizards had to live together in this academy, and the conflict between them was very great.

In the quarrel between the two wizards, their emotional fluctuations reduced their restraint on magic and mental power.

For a time, huge mental power and magic danced wildly in the room. Books were blown into the sky, tables and chairs kept shaking, Roland's face turned pale, and he felt he was about to lose his grip.

'So this is what an official wizard is like... Please don't fight!' Roland was covered in sweat.

Finally, Professor Nading waved his hand impatiently at Roland, signaling him to get out quickly. Roland was relieved and left with a pale face.