Chapter 232: Even if You Have a Meeting and Still Get Debt Collection?

The teaching assistant classmate was gesticulating and talking like a blabla, speaking very fast, leaving no room for others to interrupt. As they talked, two or three of the students slowed down. Anthony Valentine looked embarrassed and looked around:

"This, that... I brought the instructor's invitation..."

His steps slowed, and Miles also stood up. Over the past six months, he has grown a bit taller, but has not yet reached the average height. He took a step toward the front door, and then took another step:

"Senior brother promised to take me in..."

The teaching assistant classmate choked. He looked left and right, and saw that there were more than two people planning to leave the team. His shoulders slumped:

"Okay, okay. Those of you who have invitations, and those who are brought in, go to the main entrance. Those of you who are not brought in, come with me!"

Everyone parted ways. Gretel remained silent and slowly followed the two people in front of him towards the main entrance of the auditorium. The auditorium of Bridge Magic Academy is called Sage Hall. The name sounds gentle and elegant, but the appearance really belies the name——

Looking from a distance, the entire auditorium looks like a ferocious black dragon lying on the ground. Directly above the doorway, the triangular eaves stick out high, and six diagonal columns are supported on the outside of the eaves, like the sharp teeth of a black dragon, ready to be closed and chewed at any time. The inner passage is deep and long, not to mention dark. As soon as one walks in, it is like walking directly into the dragon's mouth.

Grete stopped and watched. The side hall of the auditorium is symmetrical on both sides and covered with a wavy roof with sharp edges and corners, really like a pair of spread dragon wings. On the tower with simulated thorns on its back, someone was looking down and pointing. What's even more terrifying is that there is a real dragon head inlaid above the main entrance. Just looking at it makes you feel chilly...

On the outer edge of the dragon's teeth, there are thirty or forty magicians scattered in clusters, constantly separated and gathered, gathered and separated again. Some are walking back and forth, some are looking up and down, some are whispering...

Grete walked from the edge of the auditorium to the main entrance and saw three young mages. They were waved out of the crowd by the passing archmage and led into the auditorium.

Ten steps away from the main door, Anthony Valentine took out the invitation and silently held it in his hand. Miles looked around as he walked: "Why hasn't senior brother come yet... Why hasn't senior brother come yet... Hey, this senior -"

He immediately stood up straight and adjusted his posture. Beside him, Anthony also stopped and bowed his head in salute: "Senior."

Aurora Wharton screeched to a halt in front of them. On the left chest, the badges representing third-level arcanists and fifth-level magicians shine brightly. He looked blankly at the two young magicians, and then at Gretel, who was walking alongside them and seemed to have a good relationship:

"this……"

Gretel didn't know how to explain it either. From yesterday's party to now, he was really embarrassed to show off in front of a group of classmates who had to be brought in by their teachers, or even pretended to be staff members. I've been trying hard to hide the past, but it's only now that I've revealed my true form...

"Ahem, Auro, let's go." Grete shouted bravely. Aurora agreed hurriedly and walked to his side in a hurry. Gretel turned his head in embarrassment and opened his mouth:

What to say? What to say now? He said that I came in with my own invitation. Can I still bring people with my invitation?

It seems too Versailles...

He couldn't find his tongue for a moment. But Miles suddenly realized it and said:

"Ah, Gretel, your senior brother is here too! Let's go, let's start soon!"

The classmates each verified the invitation and filed in. Anthony breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he entered the hall:

"It's okay, okay, not many people are here. I asked about it yesterday. Those with formal invitations have fixed seats, and people in the back can sit wherever they want. We can go a little further forward... Well, it will be about ten rows away. Now... Gretel... Gretel?"

Without holding him back, Grete continued to walk forward leisurely... passing the low-level mages ten rows back, the mid-level mages in the seventh, eighth, fifth and sixth rows, and ten levels ahead. The above great magician, and then——

A somewhat familiar young magician—seemingly an assistant teacher—quickly stepped forward to greet him. After checking the invitation in Grete's hand, he led him to sit in the first row.

"Hey, how did he-"

Anthony was stunned. Wizard Wharton sat down next to him naturally and crossed his legs:

"What the boss got is a formal invitation letter. "Arcane" is always sent to the author of that year, didn't you know?"

"I only know that he published a paper..."

Several classmates looked at each other. The magicians from behind entered the hall one after another, calling their friends and finding their seats. At five minutes to nine o'clock, the door to the inner hall opened with a bang. A group of high-level magicians with levels 14, 15, and 16 stepped out of the inner hall and took their seats one by one.

"Ah ah ah, why is Grete still sitting in the front row!"

Anthony was so anxious! Even if you get a formal invitation, you should be a little more low-key! Didn't you see so many high-level mages behind you?

"Each issue of "Arcana" will publish three papers and more than a dozen newsletters. According to custom, the authors of the papers sit in the front and the newsletter writers sit in the back." Master Wharton leisurely explained for his boss:

"The boss is handing out papers, so I must sit in the first row."

"...Wait, why did you call him boss?"

"Ahahaha...that's another story..."

Gretel, who was sitting in the first row, actually wanted to escape. Who told him who reserved this seat and why there was a necromancer sitting next to him?

"Gretel Nordmark?" The other party's eyes lit up when he saw the badge on his chest. There is no way, the author who published an article in "Arcane" this year is the only mage below level five, and he is the only one who can recognize it with his eyes closed:

"Hello, hello, I'm Bram McCarty, I've known you for a long time. Hey, how is your microscope-related project going? I have a friend who is from the plague branch, and he was talking about you yesterday... "

"..." Why did you come to the venue to collect debt? Grete looked at those twinkling eyes and instinctively shrank:

"Not even close..."

In fact, it has already been completed. I just don’t solve the problem yet and then defraud some funds for penicillin. Now being pressed by the real owner, Gretel felt a little guilty and his eyes were wandering. The other party has already asked hurriedly:

"What else are you missing? Do you want help? If you want help, please tell me. It's our Black Crow Swamp project anyway. If you need anything, just ask!"

"Uh..." Gretel blinked, feeling a little moved. A high-level necromancer must have better connections and ability to obtain resources than him... Do you want to ask this person for some penicillium? Or other mold?

Before he could make up his mind, the seat suddenly rose up, pushing him to stand up. The necromancer clapped his hands and waved away the skeleton under Gretel's chair:

"Stop chatting now, go up and receive the award! It's your turn!"

The dance drama "The Eternal Wave" is so beautiful... I cried while watching it... I didn't expect that just music, lighting and body language can have such expressive power!

I will work harder from tomorrow on! I need to write better and present a more refined and real world to everyone!

Although I am not as aggressive as the big guys, I still have to pursue it!

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